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I have a request for loki x fem!reader based on wandavision, where the reader is dead because of endgame or infinity war instead of loki, and he is not taking it well like AT ALL So one day, he storms in s.h.i.e.l.d and demands a funeral for the reader but they refuse. So he drives somewhere in Westview and just full-on cries and falls to his knees cause she gone and just yells out all his anger and loss and creates a whole reality and brings the reader back. And you know his happy with her but doesn't know that he took thousands of people hostage and their feeling his pain, and he doesn't even realize it. So he likes haves kids in the fake reality, and sword tries to get him to take it down, but of course, he doesn't until reader finds out about it all sensing about how their kids are the only ones in Westview and loki tries telling her their probably all sleeping or their all in their rooms but reader doesn't believe him and since the reader was so smart before she died she realizes that he trapped a whole town to recreate her and she tells him that she has to take the whole thing down but loki begs her because he doesn't want to leave his family but she tells him that it's alright and he takes it down and sees how much pain he put the people of Westview through. And then he creates another reality where his reading THE DARKHOLD. hope this is acceptable 🙏 😌.

Living our 'perfect' life | Part 1

PAIRING | Fiancé!Loki Laufeyson x Fiancée!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.2K

SUMMARY | You won the fight against Thanos, but you weren't there to celebrate with all the others, since you didn't get to see it through to the end. Loki doesn't take it well and is hellbent on giving you the proper send-off you deserve, but when SHIELD dismisses him he goes on a warpath to get you back, and he doesn't care who he takes with him in his pain. All he wants is to live the life he desperately wanted, with you by his side.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. This fanfiction takes place right after the battle against Thanos in Avengers: Endgame, but the events I discuss definitely aren’t canon but just my imagination. Major angst, swearing, character death, nervous breakdown.

A/N | Thank you so so SO much for this amazing request @glitteryeggalmondherring, it gave me goosebumps from the moment I read it, and it gave me so many ideas I couldn’t wait to get started! This will be split into two parts, otherwise, it would be too long and I want each part to have its own storyline.

I hope that I could do your request justice and I hope you will enjoy what I wrote. I wasn't able to get through this without crying constantly because I felt so bad for Loki, so I will apologize in advance to anyone who couldn't get through this without tears! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Loki Laufeyson Masterlist | Part 2

Everyone around the two of you is celebrating, because you won the battle against Thanos. Not the two of you, however. You can't celebrate anymore, because you didn't get the chance to see the end of the fight, you were one of many casualties that happened during the fight. And your fiancé Loki was holding you in his arms, clutching you closely to his chest while his sobs tore through the entire battlefield. No one seems to notice, however, because they're all too busy with their cheers, celebrations, and their big win. But not Loki, because he would never celebrate another win ever again. Not without you by his side.

''No, no, no, darling, please! Please don't leave me, I need you by my side,'' Loki sobs as he's clutching your body close to him, his head resting on your lifeless chest. No more heartbeat to be felt, no more breath to be heard, no more movement to be seen. When he looks into your eyes he sees nothing but emptiness. Staring into nothing, cold, lifeless eyes staring back at him. Those eyes he fell in love with years ago, that always showed nothing but love for him, that looked at him with nothing but adoration, but that could also be looking so good when you were completely fucked out underneath or on top of him.

''Y/n, please,'' is the last thing he says as he holds you close to him. He can't talk anymore due to how much he's been crying, his throat is completely raw and his voice is practically non-existent. He screamed so much, heart-wrenching screams and cries could be heard for miles and miles, yet no one cared. No one but him, or so he thought. Because looking from a small distance was Thor because Loki isn't the only one who lost you that faithful day, Thor lost the woman he loved like his sister, but he's keeping his pain inside, trying to be strong for Loki. He allowed a few tears to stream down his cheeks, but he quickly got himself back together as he walked over to his brother.

''Brother, she's gone. There's nothing we can do for her,'' he says, almost matter-of-factly, and it scares Loki a little. Usually, he was the one who was cold, direct, and didn't care about what others felt. But when it comes to you, he would give everything to be in your place. You deserved to live such a long life, but you didn't get the chance. You don't get to live the life you'd always dreamt of, the one you and Loki have talked about so many times. The one that got ripped away from you without a second thought. Loki could do nothing but sob, he couldn't think, he couldn't speak, he could barely breathe. The crying has taken over his entire being as he softly places kisses all over your face as a last goodbye.

Loki knows he has to leave you behind, but he can't get himself to do it. He can't get himself to set you down, get up and walk away. Doing that would mean goodbye. And he isn't ready for that, he would never be ready to say goodbye to the love of his life. ''I can't,'' he whispers, and Thor just sits down by his side. He knows that there is no point in convincing him otherwise. Shortly after, the other Avengers are slowly sitting around the two of you in a big circle. Everyone is either crying, looking at you and Loki, or holding each other tight as they're starting to accept the fact that their teammate is no longer with them.

No one says anything, just letting Loki do what he has to to let you go. But he can't, he will never be able to let you go, because this goodbye wasn't supposed to happen. He had closed your eyes by now because he wasn't able to look at your eyes without feeling a sharp pain across his chest. He did notice all the Avengers surrounding the two of you, and he felt like your entire family was here, grieving you. He knows he isn't alone in this, but it hurts him so much, he can't think about anything else but you. Your smile, your laughter, your mischievous looks, oh how he loved those looks when you thought of a new plan to annoy or prank someone.

That is exactly the reason he fell for you, and he fell hard. Literally. Because when you were relatively new to the Avengers, you heard about the God of Mischief himself and immediately thought of a plan to prank him. It was such a simple, stupid trick but it worked wonders every single time, and you almost peed yourself from laughter when it worked. You were in the kitchen and told everyone who was there, that you hung a string in the hallway to the kitchen, except for Loki. All the others noticed it and stepped over it, but Loki didn't, and since he was in a heated discussion with Thor (who almost tripped too, thank you very much), he never noticed it and fell flat on his face, a deep groan leaving his chest as he went down, and a loud thud could be heard when he made contact with the floor.

You immediately started laughing so hard your stomach started to hurt, and you could barely breathe, laying on the floor trying to catch your breath, and it was the most wonderful thing Loki had ever seen. When he got up he wanted to get mad, but when he saw you it all melted away instantly, and he knew he was a goner from that moment on. ''So, you're the one who pulled this little stunt?'' Loki asked when you were finally able to breathe again, and you nodded with a wide smile. ''I can't believe I managed to get the literal God of Mischief with such a single prank!'' you said. ''I'm Y/N Y/L/N btw, it's nice to meet you,'' you said with an outstretched hand, which he took in his hand and brought to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. ''Loki Laufeyson, it's an absolute honor to meet you,''.

When he thought back to that moment he smiled a little through his tears, shaking his head. ''You always loved to prank people,'' he whispered to you, as best as he could. ''And I loved you even more because of it,'' he said, remembering everything you did, either with or without him. Because when the two of you were together, no one in the Compound would be safe. ''I'm going to miss her,'' Steve said finally, and everyone agreed. ''We all love her, Loki, always remember that. She fought and died doing what she loved, and we will always love her. She will always be one of us, and I promise that she will never be forgotten,'' he then said, making Loki nod softly as he placed one more kiss on your forehead. ''I love you, darling. I promise that I will find you in every single lifetime after this one,'' and with those words, he set you down and got up. Walking away, because he couldn't handle staying there any longer.

~ One week after the battle ~

The last week has been hard for Loki, he barely came out of his room and hasn't eaten anything since he arrived back at the Compound. He hasn't talked to anyone either, he was grieving the loss of the woman he was going to marry soon. A marriage that would never take place now, and it ate away at him. The Avengers just let him be, only Thor came to check up on him every few hours. ''I'm going to get her the funeral she deserves,'' Loki suddenly says, already thinking of the plan that he was going to use. ''She doesn't deserve to just be shoved into a mass grave with all the other people that died,'' he said, tears staining his cheeks again. He has barely stopped crying, the only moments he didn't cry were when exhaustion took over his body and lulled him into a restless sleep filled with nightmares.

It isn't long after that, that Loki barges into the SHIELD headquarters, dead set on getting you the funeral you deserve, because you died a hero. He searched the entire building until he finally found the person he was looking for, the one and only Nicholas Joseph Fury himself. ''She needs to get the funeral she deserves, she doesn't get to be thrown into a fucking mass grave with all these other nameless people like she meant nothing,'' Loki said, raising his voice at Fury immediately. He wasn't fazed in the slightest, however, and didn't react to Loki. ''Do you fucking hear me? She died a hero to save all our asses, she doesn't deserve what she got!'' he yells at him and Fury finally looked up at the God.

''No, she doesn't get one. She may have fought just like the rest of them, but I know for sure she didn't die a hero,'' he says. ''She doesn't get a funeral, because no one who died that day gets a funeral, and your fiancée isn't going to be the exception to this rule,'' he says and Loki can't believe this. ''You're fucking kidding me, right? She died so we had a chance to live. She died so we could win the battle, which is more than can be said about you. YOU WEREN'T EVEN THERE!'' Loki says before storming out of Fury's office, wreaking havoc wherever he goes, destroying the building with his magic, and not giving a single damn about anyone that gets injured.

When he's outside he just opens a random car with his magic, gets into the driver's seat, and turns it on. He drives far away from New York, away from the life he once lived, the life he shared with you because it is too painful to stay there and be constantly reminded of you. He drove for hours and hours until he couldn't contain his emotions anymore, and he stopped on the side of the road in a town called Westview. He got out of the car and dropped to his knees, screaming until his lungs burn, until every single muscle in his body is giving out and he falls onto the ground, his knees hitting the pavement with a loud thud. He doesn't care however, he doesn't care about the pain, because it's nothing compared to the loss he feels.

He can't contain his tears, and turns into a sobbing, screaming mess on the verge of a nervous breakdown. When he keeps thinking about you, he tips himself over the edge and a large burst of magic bursts out of him. ''FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK!'' is all he can scream at this point, rocking back and forth as he's almost folded into himself, his hands on the back of his head, heart-wrenching screams leaving his chest, tears streaming down his bright red face, eyes completely bloodshot from the hours and hours of crying. The exhaustion catches up with him once again and he completely blacks out on the side of the road. His body can't take anymore, and it shut down completely to save himself.

A little while later he wakes up again and is very disoriented, but as he gets up the pieces fall into place. SHIELD headquarters, the drive, his nervous breakdown, everything comes back to him. And right at that moment a thought hit him, and he's mad at himself for not thinking about this sooner. ''I'm going to bring you back, darling. I can't wait to see you again,'' he says and he creates a huge dome around himself, trapping the thousands of people in Westview inside of it, but he doesn't realize it. When the dome is created he uses his magic to create a new reality within it. He walks through the streets and when he is walking past an ice cream shop, he suddenly spots a very familiar face.

''Loki? Is that you?'' you hear as the person who the voice belongs to walks out the door, and towards him. ''Y/N, you're here,'' he sighs and he pulls you in for a big hug. You're not real, but in the fake reality Loki created you are, and the two of you are still engaged to be married. He finds it hard to believe he did it, and that he's holding you in his arms once again. When you pull back you feel his lips on yours again, and it's like not a single minute had gone by since the last time you kissed. ''I love you, so much. And I can't wait to marry you,'' you tell him, and he nods. ''Neither can I, darling. I'm looking forward to it more than you'll ever know,'' he says, touching your face with his hands, rubbing circles on your cheek.

There is one thing Loki failed to notice, however. Everyone in this town that already lived there, is feeling the pain Loki is experiencing alongside him, because he trapped everyone inside his head, inside the reality he created for himself. All he notices is you, and how good it feels to have you back with him, right where you belong, and he doesn't have to feel his pain anymore. His most precious artifact is back, and he plans to never let you go, ever again. He can't go through the pain of losing you again, and he doesn't plan on doing so.

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waitingforsecretsouls · 2 months

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The amount of times I've seen the Dagor-nuin-Giliath misconstrued as a defeat, or "first sign" of the inevitable failure for the Fëanorians is just baffling if you consider the actual events.

But the host of Morgoth, aroused by the tumult of Lammoth and the light of the burning at Losgar, came through the passes of Ered Wethrin, the Mountains of Shadow, and assailed Fëanor on a sudden, before his camp was full-wrought or put in defence; and there on the grey fields of Mithrim was fought the Second Battle in the Wars of Beleriand. Dagor-nuin-Giliath it is named, the Battle-under-Stars, for the Moon had not yet risen; and it is renowned in song. The Noldor, outnumbered and taken at unawares, were yet swiftly victorious; for the light of Aman was not yet dimmed in their eyes, and they were strong and swift, and deadly in anger, and their swords were long and terrible. The Orcs fled before them, and they were driven forth from Mithrim with great slaughter, and hunted over the Mountains of Shadow into the great plain of Ard-galen, that lay northward of Dorthonion. There the armies of Morgoth that had passed south into the Vale of Sirion and beleaguered Círdan in the Havens of the Falas came up to their aid, and were caught in their ruin. For Celegorm, Fëanor’s son, having news of them, waylaid them with a part of the Elven-host, and coming down upon them out of the hills near Eithel Sirion drove them into the Fen of Serech. Evil indeed were the tidings that came at last to Angband, and Morgoth was dismayed. Ten days that battle lasted, and from it returned of all the hosts that he had prepared for the conquest of Beleriand no more than a handful of leaves.

-The Silmarillion, Chapter 13: OF THE RETURN OF THE NOLDOR

The Battle was a victory, not only barely eeked out but an utter eradication of Morgoth's armies. Not only the forces specifically marshalled against the arriving Noldor (what seems to be a reconstructed eastern host, with the last one mostly destroyed in the First Battle) but also Morgoth's initial western host occupied besieging Círdan and people, that had to be diverted for attempted reinforcement. Which the Fëanorians quickly shatter without issue, despite having to divide their forces. Something important for me to bring up because you'll often see the argument that the Fëanorians doomed themselves by cutting of the Nolo-and Arafinwëan manpower, which both ignores how Nolofinwë at the time was actively disputing Fëanor's leadership and therefore would not necessarily have led to an effective united front (with the implied 'solution' mostly boiling down to "Fëanor should have let Nolofinwë usurp his kingship because he would have made a better king anyway" and never "maybe Nolofinwë should have stopped agitating against the guy who was rightful king by all procedures of inheritance we ever see (and Fingolfin himself would adopt) to get himself crowned as his first priority"), as well as how even just the Fëanorians alone completely curbstomped the forces of Morgoth that had previously scattered the Laiquendi, confined Thingol to Doriath and besieged Cirdan. Sure, eventually they would have likely been overwhelmed by the unending stream of new armies, but that's exactly the same thing that eventually happens in canon anyway, even with the rest of the exiles present. Trying to argue that the Dagor-nuin-Giliath in particular already demonstrates the certainty of the Noldor's defeat is nonsensical.

It was "renown in song"! And given that this is mentioned in context of the victory it was, it feels safe to say the renown in question was of celebratory nature (as opposed to the often celebrated Fingolfin duel, which in-universe is explicitly described as thus: "The Orcs made no boast of that duel at the gate; neither do the Elves sing of it, for their sorrow is too deep."). Given how sparse the details and hints we get towards the Fëanorians and east Beleriand side of things can be, the vast majority of it in implications or one-liners (such as most of their alliances and friendships) and after-the fact admissions ("bereft of their power and glory of old" being the most prominent one that comes to mind), this just makes me very happy. Also disappointed-but-not-surprised how often it goes ignored or straight-up inverted. No doubt in large part due to the following:

Thus it was that he [Fëanor] drew far ahead of the van of his host; and seeing this the servants of Morgoth turned to bay, and there issued from Angband Balrogs to aid them. There upon the confines of Dor Daedeloth, the land of Morgoth, Fëanor was surrounded, with few friends about him. Long he fought on, and undismayed, though he was wrapped in fire and wounded with many wounds; but at the last he was smitten to the ground by Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, whom Ecthelion after slew in Gondolin. There he would have perished, had not his sons in that moment come up with force to his aid; and the Balrogs left him, and departed to Angband.

First up, any and all attempts to try and paint this as a pathetic end are straight-up ludicrous (especially for people who are impressed by Fingolfin's duel with Morgoth later on). Fëanor in this is not only taking on a variety of Balrogs but also what seems like the remnants of the eastern host that his forces had hunted into Ard-Galen in the previous section (once they notice his separation from his army they turn from flight back towards him; the Balrogs are even specifically noted to "aid" them!). And he's doing it. By. Himself. Not only that, putting up a long and fierce resistance against multiple Balrogs (compare this to Fingon in the Nirnaeth, who gets quickly tripped up by two of them).

The Balrogs are always depicted as Morgoths elite troops, their last appearance in the story having been to drive off the empowered Ungoliant:

But Ungoliant had grown great, and he less by the power that had gone out of him; and she rose against him, and her cloud closed about him, and she enmeshed him in a web of clinging thongs to strangle him. Then Morgoth sent forth a terrible cry, that echoed in the mountains. [...] The cry of Morgoth in that hour was the greatest and most dreadful that was ever heard in the northern world; the mountains shook, and the earth trembled, and rocks were riven asunder. Deep in forgotten places that cry was heard. Far beneath the ruined halls of Angband, in vaults to which the Valar in the haste of their assault had not descended, Balrogs lurked still, awaiting ever the return of their Lord; and now swiftly they arose, and passing over Hithlum they came to Lammoth as a tempest of fire. With their whips of flame they smote asunder the webs of Ungoliant, and she quailed, and turned to flight, belching black vapours to cover her[...]. -The Silmarillion, Chapter 9: OF THE FLIGHT OF THE NOLDOR

(Though I'll grant that there might have been less Balrogs present in the battle against Fëanor)

I'll also point out that the Balrogs retreat the moment the rest of the Fëanorian host and sons arrive as reinforcement, indicating they were not confident in their chances to take them on (otherwise why not take this chance to destroy your enemies once and for all, before they can properly encamp and establish themselves?), which seems reasonably, given the extended struggle even Fëanor alone put up against them (to the point that despite drawing "far ahead" of his van, said van caught up in time to prevent the last of it).

So, obviously the death of their father and king still would have been a heavy blow, far be it from me to deny this (despite the stories refusal to give us any details on the emotional impact of it...), but I reject the notion that it turned the battle into a net "loss", especially if you keep in mind the unusual circumstances of it that are already kind of separated from the battle proper. Which leads into my last point, no longer about the battle itself but still relevant:

Then his sons raised up their father and bore him back towards Mithrim. But as they drew near to Eithel Sirion and were upon the upward path to the pass over the mountains, Fëanor bade them halt; for his wounds were mortal, and he knew that his hour was come. And looking out from the slopes of Ered Wethrin with his last sight he beheld far off the peaks of Thangorodrim, mightiest of the towers of Middle-earth, and knew with the foreknowledge of death that no power of the Noldor would ever overthrow them; but he cursed the name of Morgoth thrice, and laid it upon his sons to hold to their oath, and to avenge their father. -The Silmarillion, Chapter 13: OF THE RETURN OF THE NOLDOR

Even if you are a fervent believer in the fact that Fëanor truly had a clear revelation about the future somehow (at the very least in part because you prefer the omniscient narrator to the in-universe chroniclers, I presume), even if you believe he, dying, would have known this epiphany for what it was: in-universe this would have been ludicrous to assume and incongruent with the very recent lived experience of him and his people. The Fëanorians, it bears repeating, just won a crushing victory against Morgoths forces, which they near obliterated, and even his most elite soldiers fled before them, the only notable casualty occuring due to singular circumstances (which fandom is not slow to point out when it comes to more humoristic purposes). There is literally NO rational reason for the Fëanorians, and indeed, Fëanor himself, to see their cause as doomed based on their experiences with Morgoth and his forces! So even if Fëanor truly gained this "foreknowledge", why should he have heeded it? The guy laughted in the face and threats of his worlds angels! These characters do not know they are in a story about fate and doom without recurse from either, and are determined to fight against such forces whenever they are presented or threatened with them. So the argument I see that uses this as another ammunition why "Fëanor sucked and was a bad dad!" (his sons are literally men grown...) because he urged his sons to remain committed to a cause he "knew was doomed" just ignores everything about recent events and the Fëanorian mindset and determination.

Since it's one of my greatest gripes, I also have to once again ask: where, in this, do people see this infamous "second oath" (which...wouldn't that make Celegorm's recital of it in Nargothrond a "Third Oath"? Yet I've never seen that argument, funny that) ?

(I also disagree with the occasional choice to present Maedhros' capture as somehow still part of it, which it very much is not, however close to the battle's conclusion it might have happened, since the concession of defeat by Morgoth's embassy necessitates for that battle to be regarded as concluded by both parties imo. I'd also argue that the Fëanorians took some time to recover from the ten day battle and fresh grief of loosing their father, as well as time to debate the offer for a few days at the least, something which Maedhros needing to convince his brothers of his idea kind of implies, nevermind the other practicalities of it, such as agreeing upon the place for negotiations and numbers of troops allowed (which both sides break, but would still have been negotiated) with Morgoth's embassy, which would have taken additional time. Which is not even mentioning Maedhros potential coronation. But that's neither here nor there...)

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moonnightdew · 7 months

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OCTOBER MESSAGES 🎃 🍁

PICK A CARD

The High Priestess

Himalayan Salt: October will be a period of reflection for you. Anticipate lots of thinking & solitude. This may a period where you go M.I.A or simply stay more in your mind. Be mindful of what you internalize & find ways to channel your thoughts or emotions creatively. I see many of you disconnected, anxious & discontent with many areas of your life or yourself. Expect a battle with urges to leave behind things & search for better. There will be an intense focus on emotional fulfillment, creative freedom & expression, as well as financial stability. Use this restlessness as motivation, ground it & start building from the ground up. Slowly implement things that will create life you want. Find a way to make money off of your talents or art. Pursue a path that makes you truly happy & willing to get up everyday with a smile. Think about what makes you drag yourself through the day— what makes you just wanna get the day over with? Get rid of it. ( Take a look at the properties of Himalayan salt for further messages)

The Magician

Amazonite: October will be focused on your routine, finances, home, groundwork, community & environment.

Expect repairs, renovations, downgrades/ upgrades, moving out of your parents home, new found independence or making a commitment to move in with someone & purchases that will benefit you longterm or provide security.

What are you giving your energy to? What’s draining your energy? How does your finances & environment affect your mood?

You’ll need to step outside of comfort zone & normal routine, to provide yourself with fresh energy everyday. Incorporate a daily, weekly or monthly ritual or treat for yourself that uplifts you. Sit down & plan a trip or a strategy to save more money, but have time for leisure as well. You’ll be spending a lot of time worrying, fearful of making the needed decisions & actions. Know that these changes are necessary & will greatly benefit you. Find a balance between security & freedom. Don’t allow your home, job, finances or relationships to become a prison. ( Take a look at the properties of Amazonite for further messages)

Page of swords

Fluorite: October will be focused on your growth, progress, achievements, sense of success & fulfillment.

Many of you have a significant date, holiday, event or memory resurfacing ( birthday, memorial, anniversary, culmination)

This significance will bring up pain, feelings of failure, criticism, sadness & rejection. This may be a time where you feel, you haven’t achieved anything as you’ve grown older. You may overlook your seemingly small progress by comparing your life to another’s.

What did you do this year? What did you complete in the last 6 months? How can you celebrate yourself, regardless of the small steps? Are you constantly planning for the future, instead of living in the moment?

You’re being called to live right now! Stop beating yourself up about the past or what you feel you won’t achieve. Don’t waste your life, imaging & yearning for a life you don’t have…

a dream partner or goal, so that you’ll eventually be happy. Be happy now. Be happy that you’re working hard. Be proud that you’re resilient. ( Take a look at the properties of Fluorite for further messages)

The Fool

Evil eye 🧿: October will be focused on your confidence, leadership, power, expression & authenticity.

Expect to be battle with insecurities & fears of putting yourself out there. You may feel pressured to hide yourself or feel you may be underestimated & overshadowed. This will be a time where you’ll have make a decision to take a risk. This will be a time of whirl wind hookups, romance, creativity, extreme makeovers ( tattoos, piercings, new hair etc…)

Your passion & sensuality will be heightened, so expect to be the center of attention.

What makes you feel sexy? How can you take your power back? What gives you an adrenaline rush & allows you to burn calories & stress? What makes you feel claustrophobic & unable to be your best self?

I see many donating old things, doing a household cleanse, speaking their mind, starting podcasts, books, art, music & new workout or dance routines. You are surrounded by sun energy at this time, use this energy wisely to allow for more growth & glow. Protect your light from energy vampires. This light will illuminate & weed out the snakes in your vicinity.

Like pile #3 a significant time is coming. ( Take a look at the properties of the evil eye for further messages)

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darknight3904 · 6 months

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Bubbles

Masterlist / Main Masterlist

This part marks where this story will begin to line up with the events of the first three Thor movies.

Asgard 2011

Loki couldn't believe what he had just heard. His legs carried him further and further from the throne room as his anger grew. Thor, his idiot oaf of a brother would be king and his coronation would take place in a fortnight. Thor, the God of Thunder who three days ago Loki had seen drink himself sick in a mindless celebration of who knows what. His anger was practically bubbling over when he reached the training grounds where he knew he could blow off some steam.

The loud clang of metal on metal greeted him as he observed who was sparring today. Volstagg had his large battle axe in hand and Fandral's slim sword in another while the owner of the said sword had his hands risen in surrender. Hogun was a few feet away laughing at his fellow warrior's loss. Different palace guards also were sparring against each other, Loki couldn't remember any of their names but it was good they were brushing up on their skills. In the center of all the chaos and sweaty men, Astri's silver armor glinted in the sun. Her longsword was unsheathed for once as she blocked another blow from Sif who had the upper hand in the fight. Astri's brown hair swished as she managed to knock Sif off balance in an attempt to win the fight. Even Loki flinched when Sif's elbow went into Astri's face, swiftly ending the fight. Somehow, Fandral had beaten Loki to Astri's side and helped her up.

"You ought to spend more time sparring and less with your nose in books on magic." He recommended with that grin he used on all women

"Had I used my magic Sif would have been on the ground faster than she could draw her sword." Astri confidently said ignoring Fandral's obvious flirting

"Oh, I know." Sif smiled "I didn't hit you too hard, right?"

"I'll be fine," Astri said, her head finally turning to see Loki a few paces to her right "I'll kick your ass another day with magic, Sif."

Loki wanted to match her smile as she approached but he found his anger overriding his other emotions.

"What did Odin say? You look upset." Astri said once she was in front of him

"I don't wish to speak about it." Loki grumbled, "How about we just fight?"

"With magic?" She asked

"Is there any other way to fight?" He asked slyly

It had taken years but Loki was nearly certain that his magic was on par with Astri's. Sure, he still wasn't able to master the enchanting she had figured out a few months ago but that only mattered if she got close enough to touch him. This time, he was ready for whatever she was able to conjure up. The sun was warm as Volstagg counted down and when he reached zero, Astri did the unexpected. The knife that normally remained sheathed at her side came flying at Loki's head, ready to take one of his eyes out. A quick dodge to his left had kept both his eyes intact but he had unknowingly let his guard down. Loki should have given her more credit when they started because she came charging towards him, sword drawn.

"I thought you wanted to use magic." He said blocking her with his knives

"You never said we had to use magic," Astri responded, pressing down harder in an attempt to disarm him.

So she finally figured out that in an all-out strength competition, she could beat him. Very well, Loki would just have to outsmart his closest friend. His hand lit up in a soft green hue and he let it flash bright enough to blind her momentarily.

"You should keep your eyes on the prize, Astri." He jested, maneuvering himself to where her guard was weakest.

She rubbed at her eyes in an attempt to most likely stop the bright flashes his magic had cast. Loki was behind her now, ready to take his win when she reached out and grabbed at his right hand which held his favorite dagger.

"And you should know that sneaking up behind me won't work forever."

Loki's eyes widened when he saw her hands flash blue. Before he knew it, he was on his back with her knife pressed to his throat.

"Looks like I've won." She bragged

"Best out of three?" He asked, raising his hands in surrender

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Despite Loki's earlier transgressions about 'not talking' about whatever Odin had said to him, Astri was still listening to her friends ranting hours later. Even now when she was trying to have a relaxing soak in a bath Loki was on the other side of a divider her handmaidens had brought, talking her ears off.

"I don't get what he sees in Thor. He's nothing compared to me. He's impulsive and brash. Traits like that could doom Asgard." Loki's voice pointed out

"Do you ever tire of being angry at Thor?" Astri asked. wishing he'd just give her a moment of silence to enjoy the lavender oil she had added to the water

"No. I have good reason to be angry at him. He is undeserving of his role as heir." Loki said

Astri sighed she knew he wasn't going to just let this go. Of course, he had every right to be upset but did he have to do it while she was trying to relax?

"It's because he favors Thor over me. He's always valued physical strength over mental. I was never even on his radar as a choice to be king." Loki sighed dejectedly.

Astri never spent much time around Odin. Sure, Frigga had told her the tale of how he had rescued her from her murderous birth father but after that, he had never truly acknowledged her. Only once had he sat down to talk to her alone and it had instead been questions about what she thought about Thor. The conversation had ended badly after Odin had asked if she viewed Thor as a potential husband stating something about heirs. Astri didn't quite remember what she said in return but it was rude enough that the AllFather didn't bring it up again. After that, she spent most of her time with Frigga, Thor, and Loki.

"Why does it matter?" Astri suddenly said, letting the words out barely thinking.

"I beg your pardon?" Loki said exasperated

"Being king." She responded playing with the floating bubbles

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," Loki said before beginning to spiral again about how Thor couldn't be king.

The minutes ticked by and as Loki talked from the other side of the divider, Astri tried crafting shapes with the bubbles that floated in the water around her. Suddenly a soft knock at the door interrupted both of them

"Come in," Astri called

Drifa entered with a large fluffy towel in one arm and Astri's favorite robe in another. Astri and Loki could see her brain try and connect what she was seeing in front of her. On one side her crown prince was sitting on an impossibly small stool, picking at his nails, and on the other, her lady and one of her closest friends was smiling happily in her bath.

"My Prince," She had greeted Loki first before rushing over to Astri.

"Drifa, you brought my favorite robe." Astri smiled

"Yes, I did," Drifa confirmed, helping Astri out of the warm water. "Are you alright with him being here, my lady?"

"Yes, He's fine. I'll dress myself tonight. Could you bring supper for both of us? I have a feeling Loki wants to continue talking." Astri said as Drifa tied the robe tightly around her waist.

"Right away." She said before hurrying out of the room, avoiding Loki's gaze.

"You scare her," Astri said coming around the divider to see Loki sitting on the stool she used to reach things that were too high up in her wardrobe.

"She's been seeing me for hundreds of years. How exactly is she still scared?" Loki asked, still comically short thanks to the stool.

"You're not the most approachable person in the palace, you know," Astri explained making her way to her wardrobe to pick something comfortable she could relax in.

"I'm plenty approachable." Loki said following her "You should wear the pink silk one."

"Alright style expert." She sighed pulling it out.

Loki stared down at her and the dress as if it was going to put itself on.

"Get out," Astri demanded

"You can just make it appear on your body." He complained referring to their shared abilities to conjure clothes to their bodies

"Get out and let me dress how I want to or I will eat all of the dessert Drifa brings for us to share." She threatened.

Loki groaned in annoyance but listened anyway. Astri slid the door to her closet shut and quickly dressed. Her hair was a bit wet from her bath and it dripped onto the soft fabric of her night dress, darkening the color slightly. When she emerged, Loki was sitting on her bed a large spread of food in front of him.

"She brought your favorite cakes." Loki pointed out

"She always does. That's what it is like being friends with your handmaidens." She said sitting on the other end of the bed

Loki scoffed but picked up one of the delicate-looking cakes anyway.

"Loki, no dessert before dinner." Astri scolded, trying to imitate Frigga's voice from when they were children.

"I do what I want," Loki responded, mouth full of food.

"Oh trust me, I know." Astri smiled, "Now what else did you want to say about Thor?"

We have finally reached the beginning of the first Thor movie. This means that the plot will become more intense and updates will be slower. Currently, I am hoping to update roughly every other day/ every two days. I am however a full-time college student and do not anticipate being able to always uphold a regular update schedule. School will always come first for me. I hope you are enjoying the story so far!

Also, I am so excited for the Loki Season 2 finale. I am also worried but please Marvel give me Lokius and a Thor and Loki reunion, I'm begging you. If not both then at least one of them :)

Taglist: (To be added comment below.)

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#loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki series #marvel #mcu #tom hiddleston #chris hemsworth #thor odinson #thor #lokixoc #loki x female reader #loki x f!reader #fanfic #romance #marvel cinematic universe #loki season 2

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Do you have any advice for worldbuilding religions? I have an idea of what i want practice of a certain facet to look like, but beyond that I'm stuck

Yes!

A few major things to always think about when worldbuilding religion

Size of religion

Cultural influence

Rituals/Festivities

The first thing I try to decide is what tone am I gunning for, and what do I want religion to do/represent in my worldbuilding. I work from there. It decides how extensively I want to work on and plan.

Pantheons & Gods

Decide if the religion is Monotheistic or Polytheistic, and balance your pantheons

(Also note that monotheistic religions often times technically still have pantheons due to how the religions formed over time, take for instance Christianity, with its saints, prophets, god, great angels, and demons)

For polytheistic religions try to create a general idea of what role each god plays in the lives of its followers. A common thing people forget about, and a thing that plagued me with two years of plothole filling, is how do the believers use an overall pantheon.

Are believers separated into groups who worship a particular god, but also acknowledge the others?

Are believers set to primarily worship one god out of a pantheon, the others being sidelined in their beliefs?

Are believers worshipping the majority of the pantheon, perhaps viewing a handful as powerful necessary evils?

Are believers equally worshipping the entirety of the pantheon?

Festivities & Culture

If holidays aren't originating from historical events, they often derive from religion, mythology, and folklore. Big influential religions become intertwined with culture, whether people like it or not.

This could be Christmas going from various Pagan religion's celebration of the winter solstice to a Christian holiday celebrating Jesus' birthday to a national tradition of gift giving many celebrate despite not being Christian. Every country sees culture influenced by religion in one way or another.

Other examples IRL

Religious clothing & accessories: Hijab, fez, kapp, modest dressing, clergy robes, cross necklaces, etc.

Calendar & work day: Working the majority of the week except for Sunday, national holidays, length of the month, start of harvest, etc.

Laws & society standards: Isms, Anti-Cannibalism, cleanliness culture, food consumption rules, etc.

Rituals

Rituals are also a major thing people think of when going to worldbuild a religion. This is the praying, the blessing food at the table, the enchanting a knight's sword with holiness before they charge into battle, the sacrifice into a volcano, the donating entire sheeps to a god's altar...

Rituals in worldbuilding are what can help differentiate and make the worldbuilding unique! Game of Thrones, Six of Crows, and Metro are all popular series that utilize religion heavily in their hard worldbuilding. In soft worldbuilding we also see a lot of unique religion; Hollow Knight, Spirited Away, and Dark Souls.

Ruling out the rituals and their important to the worldbuilding can do wonders to making a religion feel more real for the world it is in

Conflict

Sadly with religion usually comes conflict. This includes Isms (racism, sexism, religion vs. religion). Either way religion can play a greater role in military, government, conflicts, and more.

Take for instance warrior religion culture! Whether it be the Norse Vikings of Europe, the Pagan Roman Soldiers of the early Roman Empire, the Christian Crusaders and the blood trail they left behind, or even deities of war seen all over the world throughout history

(Im a sucker for war gods in worldbuilding)

Religion can be conflict, and for us worldbuilders, conflict can be very fun to play with!

IRL Controversy

A growing difficulty with worldbuilding religion is what I call mimicry, religion bad, and censoring

Mimicry

It's easiest and often even advised to pull from what we know when creating anything. However there's a point where we're not jumping off the deep end enough, and sometimes unintentionally we just end up making a slightly altered copy of an already existing religion. This can not only be offensive to the religion or it's people, but also limiting to the worldbuilder's potential.

There are always moments where this can be intentional in worldbuilding, especially for Alternate History and futurism worlds that are just an extension of what we know. But if its not what you're going for its a major thing to try to avoid.

Religion Bad

For many people extremism has ruined religion, and this can bleed into their work positively and negatively. That's when we run into religion bad! Where every single time religion appears, it is only there to be an evil, a badness, a stain. (This an awful way to think about religion in general, including in worldbuilding) This can cause people to skip over cultural worldbuilding, as well as limit them by forcing them to never indulge in any potential goods religion can cause.

Censoring

Now taking the previous two in mind, don't hinder yourself! Modern day Puritan Culture and Cancel Culture makes this last part hard to stop yourself. Self censoring is becoming more and more common for creators of all types, including worldbuilders. If you want to something guttural and grim dark do it! If you want to do something gory and cult-like, do it! If you want to do something whimsical and Ghibli, do it!

#worldbuilding #redd answers #dezert answers #worldbuilding religion #writing religion #world building #world building religion

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armoredisopod · 6 months

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Arknights CN Thank You Celebration 2023 PVs

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New Operators

Bassline, 5* Guardian Defender

In the meantime, i'll follow your baton.

Lessing, 6* Welfare Dreadnought Guard

The only thing that can restrain a sword is the cowardice of its wielder.

Viviana, 6* Arts Fighter Guard

Viviana Droste, with my candle and my sword, i will grasp victory for you.

Virtuosa, 6* Limited Ritualist Supporter

Whenever i touch the strings, emotions in the air flow to me, through my fingertips, to the sky and earth.

To your heart's content, feel yourselves.

Also added new operators to the voucher shop

Diamante, 5* (unknown new branch) Caster

Caper, 4* (unknown new branch) Sniper

Operator Skins Update

Total of 6 new skins, 5 new additions for the Epoque brand and 1 new addition for the new Iteration Provident brand

Epoque

Meteor's Gwiazdcytron - Login Event skin

Absinthe's Noon Twilight

Ashlock's 卡利斯卡群枪 (Lances of ???)

Bagpipe's Royal Guardswoman

Młynar's W Dali - L2D + Special Voicelines skin

"Fear neither hardship nor darkness"... Hmph. A bygone era not worth remembering. Too much daydreaming.

Iteration Provident

Texas the Omertosa's Wingbreaker - L2D skin

Announced skins reruns

Bloodline of Combat skins of Skadi the Corrupting Heart, Specter the Unchained and Gladiia

Epoque skins of W, Rosa, Pallas, Andreana, Sora, Honeyberry, Rosmontis, Nearl the Radiant Knight and Passenger

~98 other skins as part of Thank You Celebration edition of Rhodes Fashion Review

Operator Modules Update

Lessing and Bassline being part of branches with modules immediately get their modules

DRE-X module base effect increases Lessing's ATK to 115% when attacking blocked enemies

GUA-Y module base effect reduces all damage Bassline takes by 15%

Juggernaut Defender branch gets 1 module type

Nearl the Radiant Knight and Bagpipe gets their second modules

DRE-Y module base effect allows Nearl the Radiant Knight to survive a single fatal blow, healing back to full and gaining +30 ASPD at the cost of -60% Max HP, this effect only activates once per deployment

CHG-Y module base effect increases Bagpipe's ATK to 115% when attacking enemies below 40% HP

Events and Stories

Zwillingstürme im Herbst, a Leithania side story event

Experimental Operation (more widely known as Pinch-Out) will be returning in the form of Contingency Contract Battle Plan #1 Operation Pyrolysis

Operator Archives update for Rosa, Virtuosa, Diamante, Czerny, Santalla, Shalem

Misc Stuff

Eunectes, Flint and Aciddrop added to recruitment

Added the ability to queue auto-deploys (up to 6 times per queue)

Livestream Stuff

Showcased Virtuosa as a 6* Ritualist Supporter with a powerful and versatile kit

First talent inflicts Slow and some amount of Necrosis damage every second to enemies in her range

Second talent increases the amount of Necrosis damage dealt to enemies in her range

Skill 1 stops her from attacking unless she has skill charges but each attack will deal Necrosis damage and she prioritizes enemies not under elemental burst status

Skill 2 increases her ASPD and allows her to attack an additional target and one ally in her range with the highest ATK gains the ability to inflict Necrosis damage

Skill 3 makes her stop attacking, expands her range, increases her ATK and strengthens her second talent, additionally allies with the highest Max HP/ATK/DEF in her range gains increased Max HP/ATK/DEF respectively

Showcased Viviana as a 6* Arts Fighter Guard that specializes in dealing with elite/leader enemies

First talent increases the amount of Arts damage she deals and decreases the amount of Physical and Arts damage she takes, this talent is strengthened when there is an elite/leader enemy within her attack range

Second talent grants her a chance to gain a damage block shield (tanks one melee hit and cannot be stacked) when attacking an elite/leader enemy

Skill 1 makes her next attack deal more damage and hit twice, if the skill is allowed to charge, her next attack has a longer attack range and hits thrice

Skill 2 increases her ATK, DEF and Block Count and allows her to hit enemies equal to her block count, additionally each of her attacks has a chance to hit twice and each attack steals a certain amount of ASPD from the hit enemies (stacks up to a limit and lasts until the skill ends or she is retreated)

Skill 3 increases her ATK, DEF, RES, Attack Interval and second talent activation chance, additionally her attacks become double hits and prioritizes elite/leader enemies; upon the second activation of this skill and afterwards, her attack range increases, attacks become triple hits and this skill has an increased duration

Showcased Lessing as a 6* Dreadnought Guard

First talent reduces all incoming Physical and Arts damage from enemies he isn't blocking if he is blocking an enemy

Second talent increases his ATK for a certain amount of time after taking damage (this buff cannot stack)

Skill 1 makes his next attack deal more damage

Skill 2 is an on-deploy skill that strengthens his first talent, increases his ATK and makes his attacks hit twice

Skill 3 makes him immune to status effects (like Stun or Freeze), increases his Max HP and makes him deal more damage to blocked enemies, this skill has a unique property that allows it to be activated even if he is under a debilitating status effect and purge him of the effect at the cost of taking a certain amount of Arts damage upon activation

Showcased the event mechanic, a symphony that plays throughout the stage and grants global buffs to enemies depending on the type (the color of the bar at the top of the screen and the aura at the edges of the stage denotes which type of symphony is active) and some enemies gain specific buffs during their prefered symphonies (indicated by an icon above their heads), there are stations that can be charged to switch the symphony and grant temporary buffs to your operators when activated

Another mechanic where arts turrets will appear on the field and players can deploy a charge point for operators to attack so the turret can fire

Revealed the rebranding of Experimental Operation under the Contingency Contract name, showed some contracts involving stage elements from What the Firelight Casts event and an enemy from Ep12 and showed the reward for the season being a new Flamebringer skin

Teased the next Kjerag event with an animated promotional video of Kjerag's modern tourism industry

German voice dubs for Viviana, Lessing, Ebenholz and Czerny

Russian voice dubs for the USSG girls, Absinthe and Hellagur

Showed a teaser image for a Rim Billiton event involving Amiya and the Doctor

Teased Reclamation Algorithm 2 with a lore video telling the story of the Aslanian Conquest and the King of Kings, followed with a showcase of the QoL improvements done to the gamemode (such as the ability to save and reload a run) and various new additions

Showed a background CG of a location in Yan, a teaser for the next Spring Festival event

Announced Originium Dust rerun and a new Rainbow Six collab event with Fuze as the welfare unit

Showed another teaser trailer for the Ceobe animated mini-series

Announced new art books will be available, Vol. 3 of the Arknights art book and Vol. 1 of the Arknights anime art book

Showed various merch including Terra: A Journey (Arknights world encyclopedia), Nomad City: The Founders (Arknights board game), 4koma physical copy, manhua, figurines and more

Ended the stream with an MV of Ashen by My First Story ft. Amiya, Kal'tsit and W

Retraced Terra lore video covering the history of the world of Terra starting from The First Catastrophe narrated by Kal'tsit

#arknights #arknights CN news #long post #livestream stuff under the readmore

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Eyes Open

Eyes Open was the second song Taylor wrote for Hunger Games. Taylor wrote it from Katniss' perspective and said she reflected on how our society compares to that in the book. To me X-Factor was part inspiration for it.

Eyes Open has the best lyric video of all, and it is from 2012! The stop motion and stationary bringing a childlike quality to a song about anxiety and losing innocence for cruel competition. ‘Eyes’ only appears in green or black, there is one eyes on purple paper for Speak Now, Taylors then Era.

What Taylor Said

At the VH1 Storytellers event at Harvey Mudd, Taylor Introduced it by saying it was interesting to get into the mindset of a character and:

When I started writing this song I started kind of applying it to life. How we're all kind of pinned up against each other. In school, in society, in like whatever celebrity world whatever it is. Everyone is like pinned up against each other like it's this weird competition. And so I wrote this song kinda based on Katniss running through a forest being chased by people but also, you know, the kind of society that we live in compared to the society she lives in.

Timeline

Eyes Open was registered in 2012. It was recorded at Pain in the Art Studio in Nashville. I was likely recorded in the first 3 weeks of the year. Taylor was in Nashville 12 January, 2012 when she performed Safe and Sound at a Civil Wars concert. It would have been complete before 23 January when Taylor was back in London. Thank you @cntfightmydemonsthyknowhowtoswim for your mad time skills.

Live Performances and 17 March

Taylor has played it live only ever three times:

17 March 2012, 2nd last Speak Now concert. 3 days before album.

15 October 2012, the day after Taylor performed on X-Factor UK.

17 October 2012, at the VH1 Storytellers event where she gave the above introduction.

When Taylor introduced it on 17 March she said: "Eyes Open ... I can't wait for you to hear, I'm really excited about it. I mean you don’t think I’ll get in trouble if I played it now?" The soundtrack was not out yet.

Eyes Open (Taylors Version) was released in the More Chapters on 17 March, 2023. Exactly 11 years after Taylor first played it live. At the time, this seemed random, yes Eras, but they were 3 deep cut re-records and a Lover vault released at a seemingly odd time.

So why 17 March? On 17 March, 2011, Taylor first played the mash-up of Fearless and Trains' Soul Sister, in Paris. Soul Sister was Harry's X-Factor Audition song, Harry was in Europe and not seen for days around that show. Taylor was then in London on the 20th when Harry performed in the X-factor tour at the O2. Post about that here. Taylor also included 16 March 2011 in the Lover Journal which mention a 4th grade book report and career anxiety, relevant to this song.

X-factor inspiration

The parallel between X-Factor and Hunger Games is not difficult to draw. In fact in 2013 even Simon Cowell did. As have 2012 contestant Ella Henderson and 2009 contestant Olly Murs. The second time Taylor played Eye's Open was also the day after she performed on X-Factor UK, which, to me, hints at the similarity in this song.

In January 2012 X-Factor was a UK reality show, in their first US interviews One Direction kept explaining what it was. Yet Taylor was not only familiar, but related to it. Which, the 2011 timeline covers. It seems they were friendly at that time.

Lyrics

Everybody's waiting Everybody's watching Even when you're sleeping Keep your ey-eyes open

The first verse sets the tension in the song, everybody is waiting and watching to see what happens, both in the Hunger Games, talent shows and celebrities. Throughout the song, it goes without saying each verse applies to the book, so I will focus more on the celebrity and X-factor angle.

The tricky thing is yesterday we were just children Playing soldiers, just pretending Dreaming dreams with happy endings In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords But now we've stepped into a cruel world Where everybody stands and keeps score Keep your eyes open

While this verse applies in the book, I think it is where the comparison to a society with X-factor is most apparent. This verse speaks of someone who has experienced the cruel and competitive world speaking to someone naive to it. Taylor was 6 years (1/4 of her life) past her first record deal. In January 2012 Harry was younger and only 13 months into his first record deal. She worked for years to reach the point Harry found himself in overnight and potentially not ready for it.

On December 28 and 29 2011 Taylor posted these three photos, one with her face at sunset on a western coast (or early sunrise in the east) captioned 'childhood beach memories revisited', one with snow on a beach & safe and sound lyrics. It's unclear where they were taken, Taylor was not seen for weeks, it did snow on the beach in Liverpool that year. The lyrics in this verse of Eyes Open indicate a childhood she considered over christmas juxtaposed to fame.

Everybody's waiting for you to break down Everybody's watching to see the fallout Even when you're sleeping, sleeping Keep your ey-eyes open Keep your ey-eyes open Keep your ey-eyes open

Taylor repeated eye's open as a warning and others watching in other songs:

Wonderland: "I should have slept with one eye open at night" and "But there were strangers watching and whispers turned to talking"

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: "Been sitting eyes wide open behind these four walls, hoping you’ll call"

Safe And Sound: "Just close your eyes"

Mirrorball: "Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten"

I know places “It's a scene, and we're out here in plain sight / I can hear them whisper as we pass by”

Run: We can go where our eyes can take usGo where no one else is, run

So here you are, two steps ahead and staying on guard Every lesson forms a new scar They never thought you'd make it this far But turn around (turn around) Oh, they've surrounded you It's a showdown (showdown) And nobody comes to save you now But you've got something they don't Yeah, you've got something they don't You just gotta keep your eyes open

This verse applies equally to Katniss as it does celebrity.

In particular the 'make it this far' and scars is reminiscent of overnight fame from a tv show. On 23 November 2011 the One Direction: A Year in the Making special (25 minutes) was released where Harry cried as he spoke about searching for online hate and an uncomfortable obsession with his personal life.

Everybody's waiting for you to break down Everybody's watching to see the fallout Even when you're sleeping, sleeping Keep your ey-eyes open x3 Keep your feet ready Heartbeat steady Keep your eyes open Keep your aim locked The night goes dark Keep your lights open

The closing of the song continues the comparison, that in Katniss's world as it is in a show like X-Factor or celebrity where people are obsessed with the outcome, but also not necessarily the wellbeing of actual people (or characters in Katniss's case) involved.

Taylors parting words are to remain with their eyes open, aim locked and lights open. This is an interesting almost start to several years of a battle hardened Taylor, who wrote about weapons as defensive metaphors for years. This battle metaphor continued though 1989 and reputation.

I Know Places: Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns

Call It What You Want: My castle crumbled overnight, I brought a knife to a gunfight

Only in Lover and Evermore, 7 and 8 years later did Taylor start to talk of setting aside this battle hardened persona.

Daylight: Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it’s morning now, it’s brighter now, now.

Long story short: When I dropped my sword I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door and we live in peace.

#Youtube #taylor swift #eyes open #haylor #taylor non album tracks

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enough charm to make anesthesia optional .

full name: fiona anastasia moore dob/ age: april 7th/ 26 years old neighborhood: central keys occupation: surgical resident

tw: infidelity, mental illness, age gap relationship mentions

personality overview:

+ charismatic, visionary, responsible, empathetic - calculating, distrustful, overcritical, self-conscious when it comes to fiona, there’s really no in between. you’ll either find her absolutely delightful or unbelievably unbearable. commanding a room comes second nature to her, and her confident aura could lead someone to believe that she’s got it all figured out; but, much of it, is just a carefully crafted facade.

family history:

in his forties, dr. david moore was the golden boy beverly hills plastic surgery. his appointment book overflowed with the names of socialites and celebrities, allowing him to raise his fees and enjoy a very comfortable lifestyle. soon, allison, a striking young brunette fresh out of college, entered his practice, and their whirlwind romance quickly led to marriage. allison dreams of a large family, but after the birth of their daughter fiona, david secretly undergoes a vasectomy. this decision is just one of many secrets he harbors, as david proves to be a serial cheater. yet, allison still tries uphold the illusion of the “picture perfect” family, all while battling undiagnosed and untreated mental illness.

about fiona:

born into a world of privilege, fiona always felt the emptiness amidst the excess. attending black tie events may not be the typical child’s idea of fun, but it allowed her to pick up quite a few skills; from mastering the art of conversation to understanding the subtle power dynamics at play within elite circles. upon graduating high school, she decided to attend university in new york city, far away from her image-obsessed family, yet still well ingrained in high society. inspired by her father, fiona pursued the pre-med track, but with a different focus – specializing in surgeries that truly help people instead of capitalizing on their greatest insecurities. after completing medical school, she spent the summer volunteering for doctors without borders as she awaited responses from hospitals where she had applied for residency. austin memorial, a hospital known for having some of the country’s best surgeons, accepted her, and she has been in austin for a year now.

TLDR:

fiona has enough charisma to captivate crowds. effortlessly connecting with others comes easy, but her sharp wit and unapologetic opinions can be a double-edged sword. growing up amidst some of california's most superficial, fiona internalized the need for perfection, yet craves genuine connection. despite this need, she fears vulnerability. if you can get past the facade though, you'll discover fiona can be both playful and compassionate. after spending six months volunteering for doctors without borders, fiona now works as a surgical resident at austin memorial.

other:

headcanons. connections. pinterest.

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evelzzzk · 1 year

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Dragons eat Seahorses series: Dancing with the Devil(s) - Female OC Velaryon Reader x Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen (Chapter 4)

Chapter 1: Battlefield between the sheets

Chapter 2: Outburst of chaos

Chapter 3: The Storm's Aftermath

Alright, this one is really lengthy, but both Aemond and Daemon need their respective space, so I had to give it to them. Enjoy dancing with Targaryen Devils, you dirty little potatoes. :>

WARNINGS(!): Smut, 18+ NSFW, semi-public sex, voyeurism, fingering, sex-denial, punishment by sex.

ENGLISH IS MY 2ND LANGUAGE.

Word count: approx 10,2k

SUMMARY: Preparations for the wedding feast were completed and the great evening finally arrived. You have been introduced to a forum of the most distinguished people in Westeros as the future wife of Prince Aemond, the First of His Name, second son of the late King Viserys I. Unexpectedly, the Blacks responded to the Usurper's invitation with Rhaenyra and Daemon at the helm, arriving at the celebrations. The Rogue Prince intended to give you an unforgettable experience as his wedding gift and you gladly accepted the present. Unfortunately, your fiancé caught you both bang to rights and he wasn't going to let it go unpunished.

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„King Aegon II, Second of His Name, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and The Protector of the Realm is greatly honored to invite you to the wedding feast to celebrate the union between Prince Aemond Targaryen and Lady Elaena Velaryon and to witness their nuptial afterwards. The King wishes to host all of you under the banner of peace and in his grace His Majesty wants to discuss the terms of the truce between Him and his royal sister, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.”

This invitation note was sent to your parents, Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys as well as to Rhaenyra and Daemon and to the other Blacks who mattered in any way. It was an overt insult to Rhaenyra as the note literally meant „Hey, we know your son Lucerys was murdered by his own Uncle Aemond, but we wish to invite you to his wedding anyway and discuss your capitulation over the tea.” Queen Alicent and even her Father, The Hand, Otto believed in their naivety that The Black Queen will be willing to negotiate. How wrong they were in their assumptions. They both tried their hardest to keep on a leash the most obstinate hounds – Aegon and Aemond. Their mother intentionally kept sending them away to fight off small raids of Blacks and they were impeccable.

The preparations for your wedding feast moved in full swing as you were constantly thrown between Alicent’s almost motherly-like solicitude and Helaena’s outburst of peculiar ideas. Aemond barely joined you in those efforts as he was permanently devoured by heat of the fights, he was constantly fired by clash of swords and Vhagar’s roars. But in those fleeting moments you both managed to share, your relationship with Aemond succeeded to heal somehow, however you never talked about Lucerys or events of that fateful night, not even once and you slowly got closer to each other but you still remained distanced a bit. He walked around you on eggshells, trying to get your trust back and warm your heart again. And you had to admit that he was quite successful with his efforts.

In the afternoon on celebration day, you walked to your chamber feeling already tired of another portion of preparations and yet there was a banquet and the whole night ahead of you. You huffed with resignation as you pushed the door behind you, not closing them entirely. You stepped forward the small table and poured yourself a goblet of wine. As you were sipping the red liquid deliberately you felt unfamiliar hands grabbing your waist, squeezing it lightly.

- Aemond...?! Gods, you almost scared me to death...! – a frightened yell escaped your lips as you nearly spitted all the alcohol in your mouth.

- I’m sorry my Lady, I didn’t mean to... But you left your door opened – he responded innocently peppering your exposed neck and shoulder with heated kisses.

- You stink of Vhagar... You really couldn’t let go of the battle on the day of the feast...?

- I wish I could but leaving Aegon with Sunfyre alone would be very non-brotherly of me... – he muttered apologizingly, his lips were still pressed to your neckline.

- Maybe he finally would learn how to fight while Sunfyre would burn his pathetic ass – you mumbled with visible irritation and Aemond only laughed at your allusion towards his brother.

He pulled out a huge, rectangular box and presented it to you. Of course it was made of black velvet, tied up with red ribbon.

- Another gift? – you peeked at him teasingly.

- Open it – he passed the box to you, smirking insidiously.

You pulled the tape and opened the gift. A ridiculously beautiful dress appeared in front of your eyes, crimson red, made of volatile tulle, sleeveless, with a pretty deep cut V-shaped cleavage, tied at the waist with a black ribbon, a black rounded Targaryen sigil was imprinted in its hem.

- Let me guess, Helaena helped with picking? – you asked, scanning the dress in your hands.

- No, I’ve chose this one myself – you goggled your eyes at him in amazement – You didn't expect your man to have such good taste, did you? – he grinned proudly seeing your astonishment.

- Well, I uh... Whoa – you gasped when you saw a dark golden necklace with a huge ruby with pair of earrings matching to the set, hidden under the layer of paper at the bottom of the box. Aemond smiled with contentment, already imagining you dressed up in those frivolities.

- And now you have a proper attire for tonight – he whispered in your ear, kissing it gently.

- But I already have selected a gown – you pointed at teal-blue dress with rich embellishments, laying on the armchair.

- My little dove, I want you to look so captivating so everyone would envy me such a bride – he looked into your eyes so intensely that you knew he wouldn’t bare any protest – Besides, I want you to wear Targaryen colors, not Velaryon. It’s time for you to respect the habits of your future husband.

- Already marking me, huh?

- Oh believe me, little dove, you will be marked so many times in much more pleasurable way – his alluring whisper coated your skin like a morning mist. He wasted no time and pressed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss, dominating you with his agile tongue. For a mere second he broke his lips away, only to lay them on your neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses, a breathy moan left your mouth. He lifted you and placed on the dresser behind you, not stopping his fiery tenderness.

- And what are you thinking my brother, graping your bride like that before your wedding? – you heard Helaena’s amused voice coming from the door.

- And what are you thinking my dear sister, entering a Lady’s chamber without knocking? – Aemond snapped back being visibly irritated by his sister interruption but he didn’t peel off you. You laughed whole-heartedly as you tried to push him off and finally you managed to.

- Helaena is right, Aemond. We shouldn’t fraternize with each other so much – you giggled seeing his grumpy expression of a little child.

- Women... – Prince huffed annoyed as his sister tended to do your hair.

- You should leave, Aemond. I must get her ready and this will take some time – said Helaena, brushing some of your strands – And better take a bath. You don't want people to think Elaena is marrying Vhagar.

Aemond chuckled slightly at his sister rebuke.

- And you better gussy her up, beloved sister – he smiled blackly and disappeared behind the door.

And in a moment, you and Helaena took your sweet time dolling you up.

After a few hours you were ready at last, literally radiating with divinity, your appearance would easily overwhelm The Seven themselves. Helaena left you ultimately, to check whether Aemond was prepared. You sat in the huge armchair, feeling uneasy, sipping wine and trying to drink your nervousness away. In maybe less than an hour you will be presented before the gathering of the most powerful people in the whole Westeros, like some mare on the runway. The very thought made you fidget, you were playing with some loose strands from your carefully done updo and mending your dress every moment.

After a long while you heard knocking on the door. You almost fell over when you stood up too souse, feeling gentle dizzle caused by the wine. Luckily you managed to keep your balance grabbing a chair in the last moment.

- Come in!

The door opened and a portly figure of The Prince appeared in front of you. Aemond was looking absurdly handsome, his long silhouette was clothed in black, jacquard doublet, made of some kind of shimmery atlas. His one shoulder was wrapped with scarlet red cape, linked to the other arm with silver, thick chain. He even wore a black, leather gloves, similar to the ones he was wearing while riding on Vhagar’s back, but more refined.

When he saw you he was clearly dazed, his eyes were wandering feverishly all over your figure, trying to memorize every inch of your being, as if you were some goddess.

- Seven hells... Damn the Maester and ceremonies, I am ready to marry you right here, right now – he kneeled before you demonstratively and kissed the back of your hand.

- I’m afraid we still have to go there and put up a show – you chuckled raising him up. He huffed with resignation.

- Well then, let’s not keep them waiting, shall we? – he took you by your arm and faced the door.

- Aemond, wait... I’m nervous as hell... – you groaned feeling your guts twisting and pulled his arm back a bit.

- Imagine riding Carantes for the first time. It had to be enormously terrific but you did it.

- Believe me, I’d prefer to ride her first time for a thousand times.

- I’m here. I won’t let them hurt you in any way. Focus on me, my love and everything will be alright – he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him and he kissed the top of your head reassuringly. You nodded and both of you headed down the corridor, passing several guards.

Only now you did notice his different hairstyle as you peeked at the back of his head. He had three thick braids braided from the base of his head that joined into one at the back, the rest of his hair was loose. You couldn’t help but to touch his silky strands and ran your finger over perfectly weaved plaits. He noticed your sudden fascination and smiled lightly.

- Helaena insisted on combing them differently, more... exceptional.

- And she was right about it – you grinned widely and he blushed like a little boy at your complement.

You reached the Throne Hall where the feast was held and guards started to open big brass doors seeing you both. Once they were open you stepped in and all conversations, laughter and music stopped.

- Prince Aemond Targaryen and his betrothed, Lady Elaena Velaryon! – ser Harrold Westerling announced and everyone stood up with loud creak of pulled chairs.

You walked on your wobbly feet towards the main table ahead of The Iron Throne, where Aegon, Queen Alicent, Lord Otto, Helaena and other prominent guests were sitting. You could feel thousands pairs of eyes staring at you, watching your every move, causing goosebumps on your skin and shaking of your hand, the one not held by the Prince. And Aemond, he was bursting with pride, his only eye glanced around the crowd looking for signs of appreciation, while showing you to the world. You even heard some gasps of admiration released by some noble ladies caused by the sight of your outstanding gown. If it wasn’t for Aemond you would’ve already fell or escaped on Carantes if you would had enough consciousness. But his arm held you tightly, not giving you a single hint of doubt.

Alicent together with her father Lord Otto came to meet you, behind them Aegon alongside with Helaena, a quaint welcoming procession. Aemond and you stopped walking and bowed with grace before The Queen Dowager.

- You look stunning (ooo stunnin’! :p) my child. You are truly a perfect match for my son, I couldn’t have wished for anyone else – you let Alicent embrace you in a motherly manner almost as she kissed both your cheeks. You only smiled courteously in response.

- My daughter is absolutely right, Aemond can consider himself as the luckiest man in this realm – added Lord Otto, nodding in agreement.

- Yes I am, Grandfather. I am not worthy of this unworldly woman and yet she choose me – Prince smiled at you dreamily and laid his hand on the small of your back. You blushed like a ripe cherry.

- Gods, if I only knew that my brother would have such a bride, I would not marry Helaena and I’d try to court you myself – Alicent and Otto stepped aside and behind them emerged none other than Aegon, taking your hand and kissing it surely too much privately – I should call you my sister-in-law now, should I not? – he whispered provokingly into your ear, his filthy lips touched your earlobe slightly, making you shiver.

- Yes, your Grace – you answered casually, taking your hand off his grasp and he only grinned slimy at your indignant expression.

- Aegon, don’t be greedy, it’s my turn – Helaena pushed him away lightly, hugging you dearly – You must admit, those several hours of preparations were worthwhile, you knocked us all to our knees – she looked at you deeply with a sparkle in her eye.

- It is entirely your merit – you winked to her, causing her laugh heartily with a little “Oh, stop it!”.

Aemond stretched his arm out towards you, leading you to the head of the table. You took your seat on his right, while the rest of his family rested on the left side. You looked to your right and saw several empty seats, probably prepared for the Blacks. They still weren't there and you doubted they would arrive, the invitation itself was an insult to them, aside from your relationship with them or sentiments. You sighed with resignation as you were reconciled with the lack of allies by your side.

Members of the most distinguished families of Westeros began to offer you their congratulations and wedding gifts, forming a quite long line. You recognized most of them; Lord Elmo Tully of Riverlands, Lady Jeyne Arryn, called the Maiden of the Vale, Lord Lyonel Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the Mander. As proud as a lion, Lord Tyland Lannister, current Master of coin for Aegon. You were surprised as you saw even a Martell delegation from Dorne as it wasn’t the part of the Kingdom, not officially at least. But your heart warmed up when you noticed deputation from The North, Lord Cregan Stark himself. He was a couple years older than you and you saw each other often when you were still children, as your families always tried to maintain friendly relations. But Cregan has grown up into a valiant, strong man with a raw, subdued beauty typical of the northern people. And yes, he was handsome, but not silky-smooth Targaryen handsome. He had storm-grey eyes, his face was sharp, very masculine, and his expression was very penetrating. The whole thing gave the impression of a wise man and confident in his judgment, despite his young age.

- Lady Elaena… You’ve grown so beautifully since I last saw you and I was only a little boy, scared of his own shadow – he was clearly smitten with you, but kept appearing aloof.

- Lord Stark, you also have changed for good – you graced him with the most radiant smile you could give and Aemond did not like that.

- My Lady, I have a humble gift for you though as not fanciful as I expected it to be – he opened a huge chest filled with thick, plenteous furs, possibly from a bear or a deer - Although the climate here is milder than in Winterfell, I thought you might need them when it gets colder or when you won’t have your husband by your side.

- Thank you, My Lord, it is a very generous present – you smiled politely.

- Initially, I wanted to give you a direwolf puppy, but I’m afraid your dragon would make a snack of it – he chuckled slightly.

- Yes, Carantes wouldn’t get along with it – you laughed charmingly as Lord Stark bowed to you once more and walked away to his table.

A few more members of smaller houses paid their tribute to you and you rendered them your thanks though you felt a bit weary already. When the line was finally over, Aemond tapped his glass, wanting to give his speech at last.

- Noble Lords and Ladies, your presence makes us extremely happy as you can all celebrate with us on this very special day along with my future wife, Lady Elaena. We are immensely grateful for your gifts and wishes and we hope that at least some of them will come true and our marriage will be as happy as your present moods – he glanced at you and you lifted your goblet gently – Let us drain our cups to this union, which will strengthen the unbreakable bond between House Targaryen and House Velaryon and will unite our bloodline for the next ages! Let The Seven Gods bless us all on this day and the days yet to come!

- Let the Gods themselves put women in our beds! – Aegon raised his peculiar toast and you only rolled your eyes with embarrassment, his mother yanked his hand, scolding him and Helaena drank from her cup unconsciously.

The actual feast has begun as the servants started serving food and drinks. You were picking a roasted pigeon with your fork sluggishly, not feeling very hungry. The lack of appetite was caused by all your nerves and stress still holding your body like a captured prisoner. Aemond saw your aversion and held your hand with concern.

- You should eat, my love. You won’t last long on the dancefloor without eating anything – he tried to cheer you up, while he himself did not spare the meal. The thought of obligation to dance with most of these people and Aemond himself made you consume slowly your already small portion.

As time went by on and food was eaten hurriedly, the right side of your table still remained empty. You've lost all hope of it getting full and having a chance to talk to someone else than Aemond.

When the guests filled their bellies with food and drinks, and the first noise of alcohol began to hit their heads, The Hand, Otto Hightower, rose from his chair and announced the next part of the celebration – the one you were most afraid of.

- Now that we are all fed, it is time for Prince Aemond to begin his first dance with his future wife, Lady Elaena! – he enunciated and clasped in his hands and the crowd followed, cheering loudly.

You had no chance but to take Aemond’s hand as he asked you to the parquet. Minstrels began to play some moderately paced melody and you were grateful for it. Prince turned you around slowly at the beginning and the hem of your gown swinged in the air, its material made it look like a living fire were dancing combined with streaks of blood. And you both started to sway along with the tune in unison as he led you through the various dance figures and you graciously responded to his guiding. You had to admit he was quite an airworthy dancer. He couldn’t resist but to touch your waist or arms at every possible opportunity, his eye was never leaving your flexing in motion body, admiring its every stretched curve, every inch of exposed skin, now reddened because of the movement. He once even spun you around so incredibly vigorously that your chest involuntarily landed on his taut torso, you had to laid your hand on it to regain your stability as he took advantage of the situation and dabbed his swollen lips against your uncovered neck and kissed it so stealthily that you doubted anyone noticed that. After that, as if nothing had happened he swirled you once more and when the melody reached its peak, he lifted you by your hips, bending over just a bit so you were forced to lean yourself back and you did at such angle that you saw people upside down and the whole world whirled before your eyes. The music stopped and the crowd cheered once again, this time more jauntily and Aemond slowly put you down, trying to not confuse your head more. After a short while you regained your balance and the world was spinning no more.

Alicent approached you both with a silver-blonde stranger with short hair (similar to ones Daemon wore when he came back from the first Stepstones conflict), when you first saw him at the table next to Helaena, you thought that he was some cousin of siblings, but his face seemed to be strangely familiar.

- Elaena, do you remember my youngest so…

- Daeron…?! – you’ve interrupted The Queen in halfway, instantly recognizing the ‘cousin’, your mouth were gaped in a surprise. Seven Gods, he was definitely not the same cute boy you remembered anymore. He grew out handsomely, but in entire different way than his older brothers – his pulchritude was much more lady-like, more delicate, subtler.

- How you’ve grown! I bet all the young ladies are after you – you embraced warmly the adolescent, dazed by your sudden outburst of feelings. And before he could say anything you took his hand and started walking to the parquet – My young Prince, you must absolutely dance with me!

- My Lady, shouldn't I be asking you to dance…? – he asked still being flabbergasted by your confidence this time. His voice was so fragile.

- Forget these nuances, this is my wedding feast after all. I may do whatever I like, including picking up on my future husband’s younger brother – you winked at him coquettishly and he blushed all over his face. Poor boy, he had never dealt with such a bold girl before and has not yet developed a proper attitude unlike his older siblings.

You started to sway along to some leisurely, rhythmic music as you tried to encouraged him to be more determined as he even struggled to grab your waist more firmly. Fortunately, other couples joined you on the dancefloor and boy immediately has felt safer as he finally looked straight into your eyes.

- I hope that my older brother will bring you happiness, My Lady – he said courteously, spinning you around deftly.

- Well, I will be rather happy with him but I won’t find peace with your brother – you said meaningly as you glanced at Aemond who was now observing you with curiosity, sipping his wine and talking to some lords.

- Maybe if I had offered our proposal sooner than he would then... – your eyes were open wide hearing this quite bold confession from young boy’s mouth.

- My sweet boy, we were engaged before you were even born – he reddened like a mature beetroot, realizing what stupidity he has just said – Besides, you wouldn't be able to handle my fiery temper. Only Aemond has this magic power – you laughed sincerely as you tried to cheer him up a little. Within a moment his eyes were sparkling again and you continued to sway through the middle of the hall.

- My turn – you heard Aegon’s slippery voice as he tapped on Daeron’s shoulder. Younger Prince bowed to you abashed and walked away speedily. You were left to this degenerate completely alone and you had to fight with an immense urge to escape.

- I didn’t know that you like flirting with younger ones – he said with an insolent grin making you grimace – But I think Aemond wouldn’t mind that, he was always fond of our little brother – his hands were wandering on your back, grasping your curves lasciviously.

- Are you sure that he is your own brother? Because he doesn’t resemble your audacity in any way, Aegon – you snapped back, trying to get off his uncomfortable grasp somehow. But he only smirked with pity seeing how miserable your efforts were.

- You should adress me as ‘My King’ or ‘Your Majesty’. Maybe I should visit your bedchamber tonight, when Aemond gets tired and teach you some manners… when you will be squealing and moaning underneath me – he whispered the last part of the sentence into your ear, causing you to shiver in an unpleasant way.

- And this will be before or after I cut off that wretched dick of yours?

- Stop bothering my bride, brother – you internally sighed with relief when you heard your fiancé voice. Aemond looked daggers at Aegon, pulling his arm off you and he took you into his sheltered ones. Young King said nothing as he only chuckled gloomingly, walking away to pester some poor maid who just happened to pass him by.

- I hope he didn't get you too angry – One-Eye said with some kind of amusement as he started to rock with you gently.

- No, he didn’t. But he suggested that he could teach me manners while fucking me.

- And maybe I should follow his footsteps and do the same? - he did not seem surprised in any way by his brother's proposal, he must have expected that. You eyed him threateningly – I can’t wait to tear this pretty dress off you, to lick all of that excitement off your body – he whispered in your ear, his honey-sweet voice stimulated your intimate parts, setting a delightful pressure. His tongue licked gingerly your skin from your earlobe to the crook of your neck, not paying any attention to the onlookers staring at you both now with unhealthy interest.

- Aemond, stop, we shouldn’t … It’s inappropriate – you gasped as you tried to push him away but he kept on groping you.

- I don’t care… Let them see and be jealous – he groaned with his mouth on your gamely exposed cleavage, the skin between your breasts was burning because of his touch. You moaned involuntarily causing some lady to look at you with resentment. Ser Criston noticed that and admonished the woman.

Your tenderness were interrupted violently by noisy rumble coming from opening huge, brass front doors. A sight behind them caused your heart to pop in your throat.

-Princess Rhaenys Targaryen and her husband Lord Corlys Velaryon! Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen with her royal consort, Prince Daemon Targaryen in the company of their children!

Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor as you watched your parents gliding at your direction. Your father, The Seasnake, in one piece, only limped with a cane. They were followed closely by Rhaenyra and Daemon, you could even notice Jacaerys with alongside with your nieces, Baela and Rhaena. Jace. What were you supposed to say to him? That you were sorry about his brother death and you couldn’t stop his Uncle from killing him? That Gods are cruel and let the madman took his revenge at last?

Your father’s grunt snapped you out of your thoughts and you hurled yourself into his open arms.

-Father…! I thought I’ve nearly lost you after Stepstones! Why no one sent me a raven…?! – you hugged him so tightly that he hissed slightly, still feeling his healing wounds.

- You know why, darling – he looked at you knowingly and you sighed. All ravens were controlled by the Greens and vice versa.

- My little girl, looking so beautifully – your mother took you in her warm embrace – My only pride. Only I’d wish you to marry someone more… decent – she looked at Aemond viciously.

- I’m happy that you finally arrived – The Prince felt like he got called on in class – We’re glad that you decided to join us in celebrations of this very special day and I hope for your blessing Princess Rhaenys… or should I call you mother? – he smirked at her barefacedly but his piercing gaze was focused on Daemon.

- I should bless you with blazing breath of Meleys but I’m afraid my daughter wouldn’t want that – she hissed. Aemond only chuckled lightly.

- Rhaenys! – her husband scolded her – Prince Aemond, latest events were… devastating for all of us. We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for our daughter – Lord Corlys excused his wife and guided her towards the table.

The Black Queen stepped forward and she took your hand, squeezing it a bit.

-Rhaenyra, My Queen...I… I… - you mumbled but you ran out of words.

- Shh, darling. It’s alright, you don’t have to say anything – she grabbed your chin delicately, your eyes were covered in tears – I want to see you enjoy yourself not crying – she wiped off your tear and gave you the most cordial smiled she could – Tough I must agree with your mother. You should marry someone more worthy of you… not a murderer of my son – she drawled out last words through teeth, casting a deadly look on Aemond. He only smiled mockingly in response.

- I must make it clear that our presence is an expression of honor for Lady Elaena – Rhaenyra said loud enough for everyone to hear – And I decided to come here for the sake of my old friendship with Queen Alicent – she gestured at Alicent and the Queen Dowager seemed to be moved by that mention of her.

- Rhaenyra… Come, sit with us. Let us forget every quarrel that divides our family and spend this night celebrating the joy of the young ones – Alicent took the other Queen by her hand and led her to the table. For a single moment it seemed to you that they were friends again, the same as they were all those years before.

- Jace… - you passed The Rogue Prince, who was visibly surprised by your lack of attention and you hugged oldest Rhaenyra’s son – I hope a day will come when you forgive me – you sobbed into his shoulder and he was stroking your back softly.

- I have nothing to forgive you, my dear cousin. I feel happy for you, I really do – he said sturdily when you finally let him go. But you knew he said the other sentence to go through the motions.

You glanced at Aemond fleetingly and he had this look aimed at Jacaerys, “I killed your bastard brother and you better be carefull boy or you might be next”.

Next, you embraced Baela and Rhaena without saying anything on purpose and they only returned your heartiness and made occasional compliments about your looks or dress. After a short courtesy girls followed their mother and sat at the table, leaving you and Aemond with Daemon.

- Skoros iā gevie budar iksā, ziry-zaldrīzes (What a beautiful bride you are, Dragoness) – The Rogue Prince said exceptionally politely as for him, calling you by nickname reserved for Aemond only – But it hurts me to see you’re wasting yourself for such a shit of a man – he whispered into your ear, gently kissing your cheek while holding your face. He meant it. You lingered to his touch, you’ve missed him. His perkiness, his attitude towards the world, his vast experience in various areas of life. He handled women in such different way than Aemond did and you liked that otherness.

- Why everyone claim they’re happy for me and despise my chosen one at the same time..? – you mumbled confused, lowering your eyes

- I’m the last person you should ask that question, sweet girl – he sighed but understood your perplexity – I have a gift for you and your future husband – Daemon snapped his fingers at a servant and he brought little, ornamental chest. Prince nodded and servant opened the chest, revealing a black lacy dress made of expensive silk. It was so skimpy that it truly left little to imagination and you doubted whether that ‘dress’ covered anything.

- Thank you, dear Uncle, for your sophisticated present. My wife shall wear it on our wedding night – Aemond put on a mask of false gratitude, sizing up his older rival. Daemon smirked craftily.

- You really want me to parade in such thing in front of my husband like some Penthosi whore? – you hissed, feeling the anger growing in you.

- And who said you’d wear it with him? – his voice lingered on your ear as he eyed his nephew. Now you had to fight with yourself to not to punch him but luckily for him, you heard a blurred yell coming from Aegon’s drunk mouth.

- Aemond, brother! Come here! You must help me bring our dear sister to her senses and I haven’t drank enough to do that! – he clearly had too many. And by sister he meant Rhaenyra obviously.

Your fiancé rolled his eyes, not willing to help his shiftless brother, but at this situation he had to.

- Excuse me, my dear – he kissed your cheek, eyeing his hateful Uncle for the last time. Then he hurried to save this pathetic damsel in distress.

- Come with me, I need to talk to you – Daemon took your hand and started pulling you to the front doors.

- Talk…? Maybe you should eat something first, you must be exhausted after such travel. Or dance with me at least, it would be much more proper – you stopped him but he looked at you as if you were a foolish child.

- Trust me, I do not desire food even though Caraxes has jaded me pretty good. And I can dance with you anywhere but here.

You glanced over the main table. There was a fierce discussion and you were afraid that there would be fights in a moment.

- You should be by Rhaenyra’s side right now.

- She will do just fine. Besides, I would add fuel to the fire – he looked at his wife who was gesticulating lively – Come before they change their minds and will start fight us instead – he added impatiently as he saw you still resisting.

Ultimately you gave up and both of you sneaked out of the hall. He guided you through the long hallway and turned into a narrow passage apparently leading you to some kind of loge preceded by quite a long vestibule. His knowledge of every nook of The Red Keep didn’t astonish you, he lived here for a few or a dozen years after all. That small room had a boudoir vibe almost and at the end there was a balcony overlooking one of the courtyards. Daemon peered through it, evidently making sure the place was appropriate and no one would find you here.

- I must admit you’ve disappointed me greatly, little doe. I’ve expected you to fly away to the Dragonstone directly after what happened at The Storm’s End – he broke the moment of silence, looking at you with reproach.

- Aemond threatened me he would kill my parents, you and Rhaenyra as well and put your dragons heads on spikes if I escape from him. What do you wanted me to do? – now you were the one with pretension.

- You would easily beat him with Carantes, it happens that your dragon is one of the few who would have come out of this duel unscathed.

- So you expected me to just kill the man who I love?! Is that what you wish to say?! – you were infuriated, not believing in what he has just said to you.

- Be glad that Rhaenyra haven’t decided to decapitate you for your treason.

- Treason…? What choice did I have?! - you fell silent for a while after another outburst to cool down – Besides, she wouldn’t do that.

- She would, if someone, for example me, convinced her to do so. Out of jealousy – he gazed at you, a familiar sparkle lit his eyes.

- Let's say I would go back to the Dragonstone What would I do? Marry you? – you scoffed at the vision.

- Why not? Aegon The Conquer had two wives – he really did believe in that vision.

- First, you’re already married. Second, you’re certainly not like The Conquer – you kept on mocking him.

- What, you think that I can’t satisfy my own wife? – he grabbed your jaw, clenching his fingers on it painfully. The spark in his eyes turned into a menace.

- If you would do this, you wouldn't be starting an affair with me, would you? – you hissed through your clasped mouth.

He didn’t grace that charge with an answer and just simply crushed his lips against yours as he was still holding your face. You gave back his feverish kiss eagerly, fighting with his tongue over dominance. He lifted you and walked with you towards the balcony, his lips were tracing chilled skin on your neck, irritated by a blast of the cold night wind. He placed you on the handrail, holding your back securely.

- Daemon, what the hell are you doing?! Someone might see us! – you glanced back looking for a living soul below. Luckily the yard was completely empty.

- Worry not, everyone is busy feasting – his hand was grasping your breast, covered only by a volatile material - You're not afraid I'll let you go, are you? – he stopped for a moment seeing your hesitation.

- No, I’m not. You can let me go and end my further anguish, I don’t care – you spread your arms out to demonstrate that you really did not care.

- Never – he huffed shutting your lips with his, spreading your legs wider, positioning himself between them. You could feel by his rigid bulge in pants that he was already pretty aroused.

His hand tugged your gown up to your waist and his long digits tipped your yet drenched folds, waiting for your permission. You nodded and one of his fingers slipped through your core smoothly, making you moan obscenely. His hand moved steadily at first, letting you accommodate to him, while his other hand slid down one of your dress straps, revealing your breast, covered with goosebumps, which he gladly took into his mouth, rasping the sensitive nipple with his teeth. His touch, his every move were always well thought, he always perfectly knew what woman wants and needs from him and what he was expected to do next. He had years of experience behind him and yes, he mostly gained it from pleasuring whores at the Silk Street, but which young royal man did not begin his adventure with the sphere of eroticism right there? All that mattered was that he was confident of his doings and didn’t intend to fail you, not in any way.

After a while a second finger joined in and your screams doubled in their intensity. His moves became more sweeping and you couldn't wait for him to start penetrating you with something else, something much more physical. He licked your skin, starting from the neck down to the breastbone where he placed a chaste kiss. Not for a moment did he allow himself to loosen his tight grip, even a little, holding you like a newborn. His more and more violent movements of the hand made you grasp the railing with both of your palms. You felt that you were going to reach your peak anytime soon and you wanted, no, you craved him inside you.

- Daemon, I need to feel you… Fuck! I need you inside! – you managed to breathe out between his harsh maneuvers. He smiled with satisfaction seeing your face already blown away.

- As My Lady wishes. Consider this as another wedding gift from me – Prince obediently took off his pants, ready to fulfill your order.

With one, firm push he was inside of you, his length stretched you out in the most pleasurable way. You dug your nails into his shoulders at the sensation, leaving bloody bruises. He groaned and punished you by grabbing your lip with his teeth and bit it to the blood. You hissed as licked off the red stain from your mouth.

His thrusts became to be so raging that the balustrade started to shake slightly and you were afraid it would collapse under your weight. Daemon saw your anxiety as you tried to slow down his hips and he tried to kiss it away with one long and very passionate kiss.

- Eman ao, ȳdra daor sagon zūgagon (I have you, don't be afraid) – he soothed you but still he slowed his movements a bit, letting you feel every inch of his swollen cock thoroughly.

You tilted your head back, seeing stars almost as the pleasure he gave you overwhelmed your entire body. He leaned his head between your bouncing breasts, breathing hoarsely. After few more fierce strokes he lifted you again and turned around so now you were admiring the beauty of the starlit night sky above the King’s Landing. He didn’t give you much time to enjoy the sight because he took you from behind, like a lion copulating with a lioness. His hand kneaded your breast like some dough while the other played with your exposed clit, coaxing more and more throaty moans from you. Again, you had to lean on the handrail to ease the force of his robust pushes.

- Dakogon qrīdrughagon lēda nyke, sagon biare syt istin isse aōha ābrar. Ziry daoriot gūrogon ao (Run away with me, be happy for once in your life. He doesn't deserve you) – Daemon whispered into your ear, biting the earlobe, without slowing down the pace of his increasingly dynamic thrusts.

- Iksā iā ribazmoqitta vala, ivestragon bisa ra, ñuha raoro dārilaros (You are a mad man, saying such things, My Rogue Prince – you managed to answer somehow despite your poor cunt being totally ravaged by his manhood.

- Pendagon nūmāzma ziry, yn adhirikydho. Konīr iksis iēdrosa mirri jēda geptot. Kostan gūrogon ao tolmiot qrīdrughagon hen kesīr, skoriot ziry kostagon daor māzigon ao (Think about it, but quickly. There is still some time left. I can take you far away from here, where he can't reach you).

He still tried to convince you to leave all of this, to leave the love of your life, Aemond and escape with him. But you didn’t had much time to consider it as he just changed the angle of his movements and began to hit that very spot inside of you. You screamed imploringly, begging him for your release. But he has not done with you yet.

You must have set a stone rolling because a certain spectator has been watching your actions for a quite long time. Aemond was lured by your yells and now he has observed both of your half-naked figures covered only with curtains fluttering in the wind. You were childish in your naivety, thinking that he wouldn’t notice, with his one eagle eye, your and his Uncle disappearing at the same time and that he would not find it suspicious. He was standing there, hidden behind the tall wardrobe, devastated and heated by the sight of you being taken by another man, the one he would rather threw off that balcony. But he decided to not intervene as he thought the punishment he has prepared for you will be much more severe.

In the meantime you were just getting closer to your climax as Daemon pounded into you ruthlessly, the sound of clapping skin against skin was so obscene that it was the last straw for Aemond and he noiselessly disappeared behind the doors. But you noticed some strange motion in the darkness and you shudder.

- Daemon, I think I saw something… or someone – you gasped in numbness.

- It’s nothing, just the wind playing with door - as if nothing had happened, he continued his frantic moves – Focus on me, byka hontes (little bird). Vāedagon syt nyke istin tolī se māzigon, nyke udrāzma ao naejot (Sing for me once more and come, I command you to).

And as he ordered, your walls started to clench around his throbbing cock, his thrusts were chaotic, unstable, you knew he wouldn’t last long. A little bit more of stretching your already taut cunt and you came, you came so hard that you milked all over his length, your juices were dripping down his shaft. A lubberly, long moan escaped your lips and you ran out of steam as you leaned your forearms on the banisters. Daemon managed to pull out on time and shot his warm cum all over your soaked folds and ass cheeks. You both panted heavily and he showered your neck and back in sloppy kisses.

- We should go, little one. Someone must have noticed our absence by now – he started to wipe off his seed off you and after that he adjusted your dress, kissing your breast for the last time before hiding it under the fabric. You smiled weakly and tried to fix your messed up updo, hoping no one would notice your dubious state and certainly not Aemond.

- You should take my advice for once in your life and save yourself – he looked at you worried, you knew he really cared about you.

- I can’t be saved – you responded grimly as you passed him, walking through the door.

Both of you sneaked back to the Throne Hall, fortunately most of guests were too drunk to notice your arrival. But not Aemond. He was as sharp as a razor, looking at you acutely, while he was talking to Daeron. You could tell that something was not right about him by his single gesture.

-Ah, there you are, my little dove. I was wondering whether my presence has bored you so deeply that you had to fled with my Uncle – he sneered gazing at Daemon racily.

- Well, I needed some fresh air and Daemon was kind to accompany me on a walk, while you were busy with fierce discussion – you answered without a blink.

- Hmm… I guess then you have rested enough to dance with me once more before this night is over – he gave you this specific look, making you shiver.

- Oh yes, as I recall you wanted to dance with me – Daemon grinned seemingly amused. Aemond casted a questioning look on you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck – that was your only thought.

You were literally dragged to the middle of the hall by the younger Prince and everyone’s eyes were glued to you. Daemon took his older daughter Baela to keep up appearances and positioned theirselves right behind you. You looked desperately at ser Ryon who was standing next to one of tables. Ser Harrold, his father, who was on the opposite side of the room, saw your distress and nodded to his son. Young knight rushed to you instantly, took your hand and pushed back Aemond slightly who was taken aback by his daring. Helaena quickly replaced you, calming her brother.

-Too many Targaryens, my Lady? – the knight tried to uplift you, smiling encouragely.

- You have no idea – you replied wobbly.

A complete silence fell on the room and moments later hollow, resounding music filled the space, harsh sounds of drums and trumpets reminded you of wolves howling deep in the forest. Because this was a mating song of alpha males, circling you like ravenous vultures.

Ser Ryon stepped forward together with you and turned you around to the beat of the music. World whirled along with Aemond and Daemon, who were trying earnestly to recapture you back but with no effect as ser Ryon was quite persevering to keep you beside him. Nevertheless both Princes were circling each other gradually, with obstinate expressions, their fists clasped, a display of domination, with their poor, not expecting anything partners to cover up. In the long run Aemond got to capture your forearm, clutching it tightly, his nose smelling your neck thoroughly.

-I can still sense him on you… - he hissed to your ear, nearly snarled. You were so startled by his comment that you almost stumbled over his knee, now embeded between your legs.

- What…?

But you didn’t get to drill further, because ser Ryon spinned you back to him, your hands landed on cool metal of his breastplate. You glanced behind him and saw Daemon approaching to you alongside with Baela, pretending to blend into dance moved. When he was close enough he brushed your waist with his palm tenderly, looking into your eyes with determined smile, as if he was still trying to convince you to run away. You gazed upon the main table. Your mother stared at you quite shocked, did she suspect you had an affair with Daemon? Did she know? Did she despise you somehow?

You squeezed Daemon’s hand lightly as response to his gesture, after that you pushed him back and returned in a slick move to ser Ryon. But Aemond saw that short interaction between you two, his fists became pale white from constant clenching, his face was filled with wrath. He felt humiliated, watching his Uncle openly seducing his future wife, persuading you to escape from him, like he was a monster that majority believed him to be. He couldn’t have that no longer.

One-Eye paced towards Daemon, his arm ready to strike, his other hand laid on sheath of the sword. Helaena tried to stop him by pushing his shoulder back and she did manage to restrain him, but only for a little while. In the meantime, Baela jostled her father to the side as Rogue Prince intented to face his younger reflection. You stood still as you watched the situation getting more tense in front of you, but you already had a plan how to use it.

-Ser Ryon, I need you to escort me to my chambers – you ordered to the knight who was a little of balance hearing your request.

- My Lady, I don’t think I should, The Prince is still here…

- That’s an order – you practically drawled out through your teeth. Your sworn shield saw your ‘can’t bear any objection’ look and took your arm, leading you out of the hall at a fairly quick pace. As you passed the door you could feel shrill Aemond’s gaze upon your back, causing your skin goosebumps.

You and ser Ryon were practically running, the hem of your gown fluttered over smooth surface of marble flooring, giving a impression of flowing blood puddle. You heard heavy boot steps, following you from behind the corner, not rushy ones, but fleet enough to catch you up. You shivered, an earsplitting pulse in your temples drowned out any voices of common sense.

- He must be thinking that I want to escape with Daemon – you panted, slowing down a little for a moment, your hand landed on your chest, feeling the sharp heart pounding.

- If I may be honest with you, my Lady, you should do so – the knight replied with obviousness, not letting go of your hand and carried on leading you down the long corridor. You knew he was right, but right thing not always meant a peaceful and reasonable solution.

The clatter of boots didn’t stop, on the contrary, it became louder, more baleful, Aemond got you within arm’s reach. Finally, ser Ryon reached the destination with you, you glanced back at estuary of hallway. An enlarging shadow of a man haunted you, dancing in the torchlight ominously.

- You must go, Aemond will throw your head as a snack to Vhagar, thinking that you helped me to run – you pushed ser Ryon along the dark passage, but the knight stood fixedly, staring at you as if he didn’t quite believe that you didn’t decide to slip away with him. You squeezed his covered in metal glove hand, your other palm rested on his breastplate as you casted an assuring look on him. He only nodded and when you expected him to turn around and walk away, he grabbed your chin gently and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, it was so devotional that only a cavalier was capable of such act. You were so thunderstruck by this gesture that a mere sound of fauny whimper left your lips and you watched as ser Ryon dissapeared within the surrounding darkness of the alley.

But you didn’t have much time to contemplate over audacity of your sworn shield, because from the corner of your eye you saw the hem of the prince's crimson cloak sticking out from behind the opposite wall. You entered the chamber hurriedly and rushed to the mirror, pretending to take off your attire and prepare to bed. Within a second the door opened again and Aemond slipped through, almost noiselessly. You saw his reflection in glass, he savoured your half-naked figure as you tried to untie the black chiffon stripe on your waist.

- Would you help me with the gown…? – you asked, still wrestling with the belt.

- Hmmm… - he hummed gruffly in response and approached you slowly like a like a lion stalking its prey.

His slender hands unwrapped the obstinate piece of fabric cleverly, getting you out of the layers of material. The dress fell on the floor unwittingly, you stepped out of it, revealing your naked body, bathed in dim candlelight. You laid down on the bed as if nothing had happened, Aemond didn’t move even an inch, but you could tell by his enchanted look that he already imagined his naked form beside you.

- This is very inappropriate of you, fleeing from the feast in its midst, leaving your fiancé to the waiting guests – he admonished you, his voice sounded like the pretentious tone of an annoyed Maester, from whom an unruly student ran away. But his eye, his only eye couldn't resist your charms, which you tried to hide under a layer of satin duvet.

- I’m tired, Aemond. I won’t stand another round of sweeping the dancefloor among drunk people. I’m sure that guests will understand if you explain this politely – you tried to inveigle him fluttering your eyelashes coquettishly. He only eyed you indulgently – Before that you can join me for a while, help me fall asleep – you smiled deceitfully and for a moment you thought he took the bait, but in a flash the composed facade of a Prince fell, revealing a wrathful visage of a hellish cerberus.

- Maybe I should call Daemon, he’s way better in fucking you blind from that I saw – Aemond’s venomous words got you in a chokehold. You stared at him, flabberghasted, unable to utter a word.

- What… How…?

- Your sweet moans lured me, my little dove. You weren't so naive to think I wouldn't notice you disappearing with him, were you? – he approached the bed, revealing your legs from under the sheets. His cold fingers stroked your exposed skin, wandering from your calf to the lower thigh, making you tremble under his touch.

- Aemond, I…

- Shh. I must admit that the sight of him ravaging you got me even aroused a bit – he licked his lips, his hand was circling your knee now – But I won’t let my Uncle mock me by taking you secretly, persuading you to escape with him from me – his grip tightened on your upper tight – Did you want to leave me, little bird? – he pinched you in the groin painfully, causing you to whimper.

- No, Aemond, I would never… I don’t want to…! – you squealed, catching his hand, wanting to loose the intensity of his hold.

All of sudden he let you go, only to unclasp the buckle of his cape, meaty, crimson red material fell on the floor with a metal clank of a silver chain. His goring gaze stripped you out of your skin and bones, leaving you forceless. He laid on the edge of bed, weight of his body still covered in velvety garments overwhelmed you. Nonetheless there was something sinful in the way the plushy textile touched your skin, making it slightly pink.

- Then why did you let him violate you, defile that beautiful body of yours, you silly little dove? You wanted that, didn’t you? – his hot breath wrapped you like a thick smoke, choking your sense of dignity. You didn’t have to say anything, he knew the answer perfectly well.

His hand, still covered with leather glove, clutched around your neck menacingly, your eyes watered with tears. Aemond looked at you fondly almost, misleading you.

- I’m going to convince you over and over again, that I’m the only man you’ll ever crave – he hissed into your ear, nibbling it. His hand wandered to one of your breasts, kneading it like a piece of dough, a silent moan escaped your mouth. The other hand slipped down to your pubic mound, galling its sensitive structure, while his teeth nipped skin on your arched neck as you tilted your head back.

One of his digits flitted through your already wet folds, pressing them messily and without a warning he pushed it into your slit. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of smooth, thick leather of his gauntlet sleeking your walls, a guttural scream left your opened lips. Just after that a second finger joined in, stretching you in a most delicious way, his hand was moving at a punishing pace, barely stimulating you. You hustled your hips forward, meeting his movements, literally sticking yourself on his fingers, chasing after your own satisfaction. Prince smirked with amusement seeing your desperate attempts of getting what you needed.

- He doesn’t fuck you like I do, not even with fingers, admit that, nuha ziry-zaldrīzes (my Dragoness) – he whispered fervently against your cheek, licking it lewdly, his tongue left a trickle of saliva. A lengthy groan of yours confirmed his statement.

His thumb seized your clit, rubbing it intensively, his fingers kept on drilling your insides. Your legs spread wider, giving him easier access to pleasure you, your toes squirmed, messing the bedsheet, your fingers sticked to his long, silky hair, tattering them. He must liked it, because he purred like a little kitten, shoving his head into your palm.

Aemond got you on the verge of orgasm and every time he felt your pussy started to clench around his fingers, he slowed down his moves to annoyingly sluggish pace, causing you to mewl pitifully, begging for more. You even grabbed his hand and tried to maneuver it at desirable angle but he resisted, giving you a freezing look.

- U-uh, little dove. You don’t deserve a release tonight, not after you let another man touch you – he tutted and kissed you sensually, biting your lower lip and tugging it feistly.

He returned to fucking you with his fingers, more cruelly this time, pushing you to the edge of climax again. This game of cat and mouse got you drove you up the wall, your mind was confused because of constant denial and permission to reach the peak, your body quivered in convulsion. Your lover watched you with wicked satisfaction, apparently he enjoyed torturing you, his fingers went back and forth your soaked cunt, the only audible sound was wet tapping of the skin. You knew that if his fingers won’t give you what you wanted or if he won’t just fuck you, then you would descent into a complete madness.

- Aemond, please… I need your cock inside of me… I need you to fuck me…! – you fizzled, your voice was drenched in desperation. You looked into his eye imploringly, but it was unswerving.

- Oh no, little dove. You won’t get any of that, I won’t reward you. You need to be punished, so that you remember who you really belong to – to underline his words his fingers almost stopped moving, lazily sliding within your walls. Your woe has turned to anger as you grabbed gustily the growing bulge in his pants, twisting it and crumpling it severely. This bastard wouldn’t gloat over your suffering.

He hissed, pulling out of you his fingers completely, you pierced him with a killing gaze. Digits of his glove were soaked with your juices, which he licked off thoroughly, shoving his long finger deeply in mouth and took it out with a loud pop.

- I can still taste him. He spoiled such a divine relish, what a waste – he huffed with disgust and just as he was about to turn to leave, his gaze landed on your fingers, toying with your still burning pussy. You pushed them there and back down your hole without taking your eyes off him, smirking perfidiously and moaning obscenely, enough to boil him up.

Aemond clenched his fists, his mouth narrowed in a thin line, a vein popped out on his temple. He was looking at you agitated, internally fighting with himself to do not fling you deeper into the mattress and take you blindly. You saw that conflict within him and you smiled even more as your fingers carried on their handiwork, his eye was hypnotized by their smooth motions. After a while he managed to gain his composure and recovered, a mask of sedate and unruffled prince was back on his face.

- I’m going back to guests, tell them that you feel tired and needed to rest – he turned to door and grabbed the handle – In the meantime you can try to pleasure yourself with that slick fingers of yours. Or you can call your lover and he will put you out of your misery. But if you pick the latter, be aware that I will feed both of you to Vhagar. And your dragon will be torn apart by its mother – the shadow of his threat stayed in the chamber while he himself left, leaving you defeated and bashed with your own pride.

You fell down on the bed unconsciously, your body perished savagely, your still wet folds were dripping down with lasts of arousal. You wanted to kill two birds with one stone as you once did, trusting your guts too much. And now you were laying on this bed, alone, abandoned by both of your lovers, feeling beaten and humiliated. You danced with two Devils, forgetting that only one could grant you an eternal condemnation and salvation at the same time.

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❄️•Nexocember•❄️

Day 2 - Nexo Power

So I wasn’t able to come up with a drawing, but instead, I’ll take a dive at a writing piece! I swear I’ll get the first episode to the Nexo Knights rewrite finished soon, but until then, enjoy a little tidbit of Dragon Paladin (Macy and Clay).

Yes I call them Dragon Paladin, I love me DnD puns in the knights' duo names whether platonic or romantic.

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Time Stamp: S1 E2 - The Book of Monsters Pt. 2

8:58 PM

Clay fell harder than a boulder to the surface of his bed. For the first time in what felt like an eternity of routine and rotary races against the clock for mandatory workouts, exhaustion had finally taken a toll on his psyche. If his body were non-Newtonian, he would've melted through the sheets and not given a fluid ounce of care for it. But it wasn't because of the abrupt standoff at the gates of Knightonia against the repulsive forces of Jestro, nor was it the hours of festivities spent after their victory in the ballroom of the palace. As much as all his persistence in knight training and stress to remain top of his class cracked at the glass case shielding his mental strain from the world, neither of those jarring events came close to the reason he wanted to sleep like the dead.

No, the reason he - like all the other classmates he joined forces with - felt this exhausted was because of the Nexo power.

He hadn't the slightest clue what a "Nexo Scan" even was until the climax of their battle. Against all odds, when the enemy outnumbered them a dozen to one and mocked their defensive stances with their maniacal cackling, an odd request provided them a second chance to win the fight. They each lifted their shields in the air. He remembered how strange that demand was, especially from a freshman like Ava. Never would he doubt her intelligence, but he had every reason to question her motives when his ankles were becoming worn chew toys for spherical lava pests. And out of the blue, a surge of energy pulsed through them stronger than his record of eight espresso shots in a single latte. His vision blurred to a golden hue, illuminating every threat in his view as a neon violet target. He swore every swing of his sword could crush steel effortlessly with how he mopped the Knightonia bridge with the dark mist of fallen monsters.

It took everything in him not to collapse in front of the palace doors when he returned with his group in triumph, and he had to use Macy as a crutch for the majority of the celebration following the fight. Great bird of the storm, he was tired. No amount of sword training or weight lifting could prepare him for what a real battle was like. Merlok was right. So was Dauntless. Just because they were graduates at the academy doesn't mean they know everything about being a true knight of the realm. Experience was the greatest teacher, and it sure did love biting everyone in the neck today.

Clay could tell the others were worse for wear as well judging from how they also struggled to stay awake during the party. Aaron had to be dismissed early after blacking out, something he never did even when challenging dehydration, and Macy almost used her slice of shepherd's pie as a pillow. The spell- scan- module- whatever it was, it had an effect on all of them except for Dauntless, but he didn't bother questioning why. He was already experienced in combat and probably fought worse foes in the open world. This was probably a warm-up in their eyes.

He could hear Macy and Lance bickering in the hallway over a heated blanket, the only one available apparently in a giant palace befitting a hundred human staff, a royal family, and double the number in Squirebots. If he were to assume, the blanket they had chosen was gold, therefore it meant something to the nobleman like a coin of copper to an orphaned child. Both knights sounded hoarse in their speech, slurred by an unexpected lesson in combat and endurance. Macy somehow sounded more gruff when she threw logic at Lance's face like the bits of confetti you could never get out of your hair, and Lance insisted he deserved a treat after being exalted as a hero of the realm for many hours past his bedtime. A part of him, for once in his life, hoped Lance would win that argument. It would mean Macy would spend the night with him, and he could use a friend right now.

He rested within the confines of the princess's bedroom, the place he had taken refuge for the night after Macy insisted he would be treated with "friendship privileges" instead of taking a guest bedroom. He had to admit he felt spoiled, but he could get used to the luxury. Her bed was layered in the finest fur blankets and silk sheets, most of which were folded neatly at the foot minus a single fleece comforter she used and worn down over a decade of sleepovers and wrestling matches. There were a lot of fond memories on that blanket. Heavy eyes painfully tugged open to glance at a smudge of purple permanently staining the short fuzz of the blanket's pelt. They smeared blackcurrant jam while enjoying pancakes one morning, maybe two years ago. A reward for staying up all night binge watching the Ned Knightly movies and all the franchise's animated shows from worst to greatest, he remembered clearly. Macy loved that series. She could go on for hours about why it's one of the most underrated franchises in all the kingdom. Knightjago was his personal favorite, not that he'd tell anyone but her. He could still hear her nagging at him for his stupid crush on the fire knight. As of this day, they're both happy he got over that. Somewhat.

A rabbit's angry thumping could be heard in a rhythmic pattern, approaching the door at a slow but steady pace like its turtle nemesis. The footsteps were too heavy to be Lance, too light to be Dauntless, and he wasn't even sure if Aaron was any closer to being conscious than he was an hour ago. He felt the corner of his lip tug upwards at the revelation of who won that debate outside.

The door split into two segments, then retreated into the frame's hollow exit points to reveal a tall figure standing at the other side. Clay was never happier to gaze upon crimson red hair bouncing in its dramatic cheerleader ponytail as Macy dragged herself to the bed, not even caring someone was in the room with her while she removed her shirt and fished her drawers for something more comfortable. "Hey Clay..."

"Mmh," he hummed back, unfazed while his colleague undressed herself near his vicinity. They'd known each other for so long, neither of them had any reaction to seeing one another nude. Perhaps that character trait of their friendship is what convinced at least a whole grade of students they were star-crossed lovers, but really, Macy just preferred using the men's dressing room for armor donning and showers. "Tired...?"

"Yes." The red haired knight could've made the drawer her new pillow if she didn't have enough energy to rant about that one unholy topic. "It feels like a hover horse hit me."

"Maybe because one did-"

"You finish that, I'm throwing you out the window."

"Okay okay, I surrender." Clay flicked a single hand to the air as his white flag, but he could only keep it suspended for a few seconds. "Please tell me you slapped that Squirebot."

"Better! I fed it to the horse."

A sputtering string of muffled snorts unraveled into a quiet, heartwarming round of laughter, first from Clay and then infecting Macy. Her laugh was horrendous, more akin to a duck's quack after dunking its head in a bowl of spiked fruit salad that only drowned the rasp slicing her throat, but he loved it. He loved how ugly it was and how easily he could fall victim to its contagious tone.

"But hey," Macy attempted in the middle of a chortle, discarding the remnants of her work suit and slipping on a Ned Knightly tank top with the character's face painted in a stained glass art style on the front. "The knave had it coming."

To prevent another pandemic of giggles, the swordsman focused instead on inching to the other side of the bed so his friend would have room. He felt shameful for the wry smirk he knew crossed his face at a thought lingering so vividly in his mind, but he couldn't bear to keep quiet about it. "Speaking of knaves, I heard you and Lance outside."

"Oh that? Stupid prissy makeup model. I'd bite my thumb at him if I wasn't surveyed almost every waking moment of my life." She swayed like a penguin towards the bed, reaping the rewards of her social struggles as she collided right against Clay's front. "But eh, I might still do it tomorrow. I wanna see his face drop."

With jelly for arms, he wrapped both limbs carefully around her torso and squished her tenderly into the middle of his chest. He loved watching her melt into his embrace. Usually it was the other way around, but he wasn't opposed to being the bigger spoon. "You might make more mouths drop than just Lance. It's not really worth it. It's just a blanket. He'll gripe about it being too hot at some point."

"Yeah... Who needs a blanket anyways? I have you."

"Okay now you're sounding weird."

"What?? You're warm!"

"You realize if your dad walked in on this, he would assume the worst."

"Yeah... But he can't throw you out the window like I can."

"Is that supposed to comfort me?"

"I dunno, is it?"

He dared not add anything onto her claim. There was no point detesting the comedy of their unfortunately hilarious situation. The school had assumed for four long, insufferable years they were a couple with how close and comfortable they were around each other, it had become something they embraced to the bare minimum. His worst fear of King Halbert barging into the room on a scene that could only be the intro for an adult movie was nothing more than something they made into nothing more than an inside joke. It would be funny watching the king's face take a sharp 180 at nonexistent implications. He wasn't ready for grandchildren, and fortunately for him, the both of them had no intention of bringing any into the world. For Macy, she was still searching for someone to call her own. For Clay, he wasn't necessarily interested in ever bearing kids.

The tone shifted from melancholy to serene with a synchronized sigh from them both. Juggling time management in his Tetris game for a mind, Clay muttered a subject change into her ear. "Hear anything from Aaron?"

"He's still out I think," Macy breathed back lowly. Furrowed eyes could picture the ginger haired archer and where he laid almost perfectly. "Dauntless is monitoring him constantly. Won't let anyone into the room without his say. I tried. He's not letting even my dad in."

"Mmh, makes sense. He's the only one who wasn't affected by..." His voice trailed off to forage for the right words, but all he uncovered were fragments of theories. A scan? A spell? A coding command, an incantation? Ugh. "...whatever that was."

She groaned in disgust and dread at the mere mention of the "Nexo Scan", voice trembling like a chicken in a fox den. "I still can't shake the goosebumps off from that. What even was that?? What did Merlok tell you?"

"Nothing." Not surprising. "Ava was the one who told me to lift my shield up. Then we got that... scan."

He could recall that voice perfectly. It thrummed like an ethereal engine, uttering a command so potent it frosted over his blood. 'Dragon of Justice'. Funny. He sure didn't feel like one during that fight, and he could only assume Macy wrestled with the same confusion and anxiety as he was about the scan in general.

The question he asked himself reached Macy's mouth first. "Is it gonna happen again?"

He didn't dare invoke a lie at this hour. Dishonesty would only spell more trouble for him and for his colleague. "...I'm not sure. Maybe. I'd assume so, yeah. If we gotta keep confronting Jestro like that, it's bound to happen again. Unsettling or not, it was the one thing that secured our victory on the bridge."

"But it didn't feel right. It felt... unnatural. Like something inhumane was sending jolts of electricity through my skin. It didn't hurt, but it made me feel all... weird and..." When words failed her, the princess shoved her face into the gray tinted fabric of his shirt. She always found it cute how his modesty carried over to his casual attire. It was - at least in her eyes - a fantasy to go to sleep without a shirt on, but Clay always seemed comfortable with t-shirts and sweatpants. "I don't know. I didn't like it, but it helped. A lot..."

"I know. I'm sure Merlok will better explain it once we've all recovered." Wishful thinking on his part, but hope was a powerful warrior in the face of doubt. "But you should rest. It's been a long day for everyone."

Unable to argue what she knew to be true, Macy melted further into his arms after a silent moment of contemplating the debate. Everyone was tired. She could hear it in Clay's voice, and he seldom showed his fatigue even when he'd go for days without a wink of sleep. If the armies of monsters and attacks on the kingdom persisted, they needed to be ready. Or at least, more ready than they were today. But who could blame them for that? This was supposed to be their Graduation Battlebration. Now they lost their chance to fight the automatons at the Joustdome, and they have to endure dozens of more fights with monsters and terrors and lava abominations. Now they were the heroes of the realm, the only ones throwing their pride aside to actually do their job as knights, and thousands of people are cheering for them. Now they're accountable for all those people and the harm those beasts could cause. And it's all because of-

No. She didn't want to antagonize Jestro. He was a broken man, prone to mistakes but seeking only the kindness and validation from even the people who mocked his name. This wasn't his fault, not fully. She shouldn't bear that mindset when they hardly even knew what they were truly up against.

That was a tomorrow question, just like the Nexo Scan. Macy would swallow her unease and regurgitate it tomorrow when it was a new day. Not graduation day. Not the most important day of her life. "Yeah, you're... you're right. Sorry."

"Don't be. I'm confused too. We'll get answers, I promise. Just sleep. Okay?"

After a heinous wrestle with her worries and hopes, her gaze softened, and she settled into a more comfortable position against him. "What about you though?"

"Oh I plan to sleep. I couldn't bring myself to walk to the Joustdome even if I wanted to."

She huffed at the humor in his accusation. "You're actually gonna sleep?"

"Maybe," Clay admitted. "I hope so." His voice teetered on uncertainty, knowing his sleep schedule better than anyone. "But I won't leave your side if that makes you feel better. That counts as resting, doesn't it?"

"Look who's sounding sappy now..?"

"Oh be quiet." In hopes of silencing any further claims, he squeezed her against him and sadly muffled all the laughter that was left in her system. A shame really, but if she started laughing again they would both spend the next hour incapacitated by it. They could share a joke or two in the morning when they were a little more rested. Once she eased her giggles to hibernation with a sigh, he stole the opportunity to leave a kiss on top of her head. "Good night, Macy."

"Mmh, g'night boulder brain..." And just like that, she drifted into la la land.

Or at least he hoped she did. He could never tell. Minutes collided with hours, and his perception of time blurred with his vision. By the time he was certain Macy was safe within her dreams, he could barely grasp how far into the night they were. But he did know two things. One, he would sleep for more than two hours for once.

And two, he had a lot of questions for Merlok.

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