#he doesn't want the bloodshed his men cause

[greenleaf4stuff]

Artemy: [...] I'm not sure I know how to love.

Bad Grief: I've heard of this "love" thing, alright. Never seen it, though.

Goddamnit you two I want to smash your faces together so hard wtf

#pathologic #pathologic 2 #bad grief #grigory filin #artemy burakh #grieftemy #is that their ship name? #this is both patho 2 dialogue btw - grief's is spoken dialogue and artemy's is from Day 5 and spoken to Clara #and it is so weird bc they are both so caring in their own way #Grief literally is the first person in town to help and trust Artemy despite the rumors #he remarks how awful it would be if the Tower came down with the kids inside because they are *kids* #heck he even helps Rubin despite their animosity at that point #he doesn't want the bloodshed his men cause #and Artemy is shown love an does show love over his whole arc #and also as an enjoyer of their friendship and a shipper #they care so much about each other like I could write a multi-page thing about it #these two are giving me a headache fr #mine

[comfortless]

God könig and his only worshipper who doesn't try to get him more followers cause she wants all of his attention on her

another strange vaguely Greek/Roman au?! ^^ (also to your other message: no worries!! being too nice would make me lazy!) this prompt is like a reversal of this and i am here for it!

content/warnings: suggestive, König may or may not have killed some guy no big deal..!

It isn’t as if he bestows great blessings upon you or grants your deepest, most guarded wishes…

It’s just that he’s lovely in all forms: the very apex of some marbelesque, masculine statue made flesh. Warm to the touch and so very real and alive that it was difficult to focus on worshiping him proper when your very being sang for him.

He’s probably only some great god of war, Ares, but without the long list of lovers and offspring - only you. There was nothing that he could do to benefit you much, just a humble citizen that had no need of taking up a weapon…

Yet he was so heart achingly beautiful with the docile look in his eyes, the contrast to his stature that bore the look of a proper hunter, you could not keep yourself from returning to him.

All of the other men in the city pale in comparison to the god you pray to, nestled up in the foothills where you make your trek day by day to speak… knowing that nightly he comes to you in dreams with little glimpses of futures or pasts: the things you can not comprehend yet those in Olympus could parse together with such ease.

As his only worshiper, you are never apart for long.

He descends that mountain each time to meet with you in green meadows with the gentlest look in his eyes.

He has no temple in which to pray to… but, you’ve made a temple of your own within yourself all for him. He knows it, knows well when you pray at your feet and he sheepishly orders you to stop that, stand, face him, and he would lend you his mighty weapon any day if you would just ask for him to use it.

Your god deserves and army of men to fight and scramble for his favor, a harem of women to tend to his needs… but the thought alone is enough to leave bitterness on your tongue.

You don’t want to share him, only savor the honeyed words and touches between the two of you, never muddy what is sacred with another’s prayers or offerings.

… Are yours not already enough?

You only find out that they most certainly are the day a suitor begins his arrogant courtship and… within that very hour he is no longer. A stray spear from the pit pierced right through him…? What a strange way to go out. You don’t even think to question it until you find yourself meandering through soft grass for your meeting with König.

He’s a warrior, too, he should know the intricacies of how a weapon that heavy might rise up on the wind just to strike some poor, silly man down before he could even take your hand and lie with you.

You tell him of this odd occurrence whilst you whittle away at a tiny carving of him with a paring knife, König sat just adjacent to you.

First, he tells you that a blade meant for herbs and vegetables is no good for wood. The dull blade is pried from your hands with ease and tossed aside into the foliage surrounding you both. No need for little idols when your god willingly comes down to grace you, anyhow…

Then, he tells you that… it isn’t fair for you to have eyes for any other. Is his presence not enough? Is he not stronger and more capable than any of your puny, mortal men? He could protect you, haul you up to Olympus and make you his bride, give you as many children as you want… Wouldn’t you like that more?

Your stare is so telling, hands shaking as you set the unfinished figure aside, and the words do not come, not when the look he gives you goes from adoring and sweet to near deadly in an instant. It’s the first time he’s offered to bless you with anything but bloodshed in your favor… a peculiar promise of love in return for your selfishness and gifts of milk and honey…

“I do not think I am worthy of that…” The words come tumbling, clumsy and weighty on your tongue. Could he detect the yearning there..? Surely he knew with the way he invaded your dreaming, and even now as his hand finds your shoulder to push you back down into the soft bed of the earth.

“You wish to make yourself worthy, little one..?”

You only nod, once, as your heart finds its way into your throat and your robe is torn away to flutter out with the wind.

#this is so short… apologies! #putting König in these scenarios is so fun but my well is running dry someone spare me a bucket… #^^’ #they fuck or whatever do i need to type it this time.. (shaking like milk)

[ofstardustanddreaming]

when jealousy happens

headcanon summary: jealousy ensues from astarion and gale in your party, and there's some banter that happens when they both want you.

content warnings: none

fandom: baldur's gate 3

character: astarion x reader, gale x reader

male reader

anon request

you weren't sure when the banter may have truly started to happen, but you definitely remember the first time you were privy to their more public displays of dispute. it happened in camp, when astarion threatened gale with a dagger in his hand, and gale giving threats back with magic from his hands.

you were curious and worried about this potential fight, as was the rest of the camp. but laughter and snide remarks soon erupted from many, including you, when you heard the taunts between the two of them and what clued you all in to what they were fighting about.

they were arguing over you. which, while you did feel flustered over the potential attention that you weren't used to, you thought it was cute. to certain extents at least, because while it was cute at some times, you found that it could be frustrating to deal with in other areas, such as fights. like when astarion would make a snarky remark towards gale when stabbing an enemy; "i'm a much better fighter, it proves i would be a much better protector," and gale retorts with, "i'm a much better defensive attacker, which proves i'm just as good at that position. but who says that he needs a protector, when he does just fine on his own."

it causes strife at times, but it is endearing to have two people fight for your affections. at camp, everyone snickers as gale and astarion fight their way over to you to sleep near you, each taking one side next to you. each one wants to have a last snarky remark before you head to bed, and you groan from under your pillow as you try to get some sleep. you end up having to snap at the both of them to be quiet before you're able to get some sleep, but not before one of them has something to say about the other annoying you. you have to roll your eyes at their goofiness, wondering if you should say something at some point .

because, you are led to wonder when at some point you'll have to make a decision if that's expected. you are worried at some point their arguing would lead to actual bloodshed, wanting to prove themselves to you and trying to outdo each other in their competition. astarion's louder pride compared to gale's more quiet, but still seething pride might not be able to make it out of their banter in one piece. someone was bound to take actual swings at the other if you weren't going to say something soon. shadowheart, karlach, and wyll are the ones you turn to in terms of advice one night.

"i'm just not sure. i have to tell them to quit their bickering soon, right? i'm not wrong in the guess that someone is going to end up murdering the other over me." you tell them, hoping for some sort of wisdom.

"how lucky you are, having two men racing after your heart. how funny it's also been." karlach snickers, with some laughter from the other two as well. "but, i would have to agree. you'll have to make a decision soon, lest one of them really does make a remark that the other can't ignore."

"talk with them at least, give them some terms of things like how long you need to make a decision, so that way banter doesn't eventually lead to something happening." wyll continues off of karlach's opinion, with shadowheart agreeing. karlach eventually nods, clearly thinking about the slight amusement that comes from a potential scuffle.

"is blood what we're talking about? because, if you chose me, you wouldn't have to worry about me feeding from you when you least expect it. this vampire thought he'd be able to steal a quick snack from me, who knows if he'd be able to do it with you?" gale says, overhearing the conversation and coming in to say this to you.

"and he eats magic, it's all really the same, isn't it? and he's eavesdropping." astarion pipes in, with gale glaring his way, proving points that astarion was doing the same thing.

you could only sigh, dragging the two of them to a more secluded area in the woods to give them an earful of what your terms were, wanting to have the time to make a decision in your perilous journey to baldur's gate. (who knows, maybe you'd be able to romance them both, if that's something everyone was open too. if a poly relationship was to be reached, you'd hear more banter than you thought was possible.)

#astarion x reader #astarion x male reader #astarion headcanon #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 headcanon #gale #gale x reader #gale x male reader #gale headcanon #gale dekarios headcanon #gale dekarios #gale dekarios x reader #gale dekarios x male reader #bg3 #bg3 headcanon #male reader headcanon #male reader

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Being a native of Foosha Village and falling for Shanks would involve...

Shanks x reader

Sorry if the timeline is a bit wonky, I wasn't able to determine how long exactly the Red Haired pirates spend on Foosha nor how much time passes between the beginning of Luffy's adventure and him getting a bounty, at least in the Live Action continuity...

*****

🏴‍☠️ Being Foosha's resident doctor, you have known Luffy since he was a baby; he is usually in good health, but sometimes you are called to treat a small wound or a bruise he sustained while he played... or got into trouble as usual. You quickly grow fond of the child, who in turn comes to consider you as a sort of older sister. He routinely eats at your place when the Partys is closed, and you insist he regularly attends the village's school, pointing out even a pirate needs a basic education.

🏴‍☠️ One day you are called to the village's little harbour; a pirate crew has docked that morning, some members of the crew have come down with a sickness they cannot diagnose, and the captain has insisted none of them go ashore lest they infect the villagers. Privately you have your misgivings about their presence, in case your visitors are the sort of people who depredate defenseless villages and indulge in violence and bloodshed for the sheer pleasure of it, but as a doctor you have sworn to assist any person who needs it, so you take your bag, introduce yourself once you have reached the ship, and are admitted on board.

🏴‍☠️ You are quickly brought to the captain, and so you find yourself face to face with Red-Haired Shanks, one of the most famous pirates of the Four Seas... even though he doesn't look particularly glorious at the moment. He explains that the first signs of the sickness appeared three weeks ago, when a few of his men started coughing and complaining of chills even though it was summer, and soon many of them were struck down with the fever that, in the confined spaces of the ship, quickly spread to the whole crew, even though the captain ordered to confine the sick in their quarters... and then to do the same to the healthy ones, to protect them. There had been no one capable to treat the men, since the ship doctor had been killed in a scuffle with another crew two months ago, and since then they had not acquired another yet.

🏴‍☠️ "Not the wisest decision of my life, I know; I should have realized that a doctor is vital for a crew, more than a cook or even a navigator. I thought we would have more time, because we hadn't needed one in more than a year... please, help us." he says; he is lying on his cot, clearly weak and in pain for the fever, but there is an unquestionable, unquenchable energy in his eyes, the desperate fire of his force of will that has led him to become one of the most respected and powerful pirates of the Four Seas, burning as bright as his red hair "I will pay you well, you have my word, and I promise we came to your village to rest for a while and search for help; we don't want to hurt anyone. No, take care of my men first; some of them have been in pain for weeks. Save them, I beg you."

🏴‍☠️ The desperation in his voice, the sincere worry of a captain who deeply cares for the men under his command, would be enough to dispel your qualms, if you had any. You immediately start attending your patients, and are relieved to realize they are suffering from red fever, a technically fatal illness that can nonetheless be quite easily cured, that a few men probably contracted on the last island they visited and then spread to the rest of the crew. The number of patients to treat causes some difficulty, but fortunately Foosha's apothecary is well-stocked with the ingredients you need to prepare the medicine, and Makino and a few other women offer to assist you as nurses. It takes a few days, but soon Shanks and his men are on the road to recovery, the least sick already back to health.

🏴‍☠️ Shanks is immensely relieved for your help, and thanks you profusely; as he promised, he offers to reward you handsomely for your service, and seems impressed when you insist to accept your usual fee and nothing more, plus a compensation for your assistants. "I am a doctor." you simply explain, shrugging your shoulders and sincerely convinced there is nothing heroic, or even just commendable, in what you did "I swore to help whoever needed it, pauper or King, hero or bandit; you and your men were sick, and I could treat you. End of the story." "Nevertheless, I really appreciate your help, doctor; meeting you was a blessing from the Gods." Shanks says; he is back on his feet, his already familiar straw hat on his head, and you find yourself smiling back without realizing. He has a very nice smile. "I was happy to help; and please, call me (name)."

🏴‍☠️ As promised, Shanks and his men create no disturbance in Foosha; rather, they take such a liking to your little village that they decide to stay for a while, to rest before resuming their travels. The villagers quickly grow fond of them, and soon Shanks and his crew become part of your community, as if those men hailing from the four corners of the world had always been there. You are, for obvious reasons, one of the first they come to know, and you learn to appreciate their company... especially the captain's.

🏴‍☠️ Once he and his men no longer need your assistance as doctor, you would have no reason to seek Shanks' company, nor he yours; still, you end up meeting every day or almost, all of it because of (or thanks to, you'll think back later) Luffy. Becoming a pirate has always been your young friend's dream and aspiration, and predictably Shanks, an expert captain and famous corsair, quickly becomes his idol; he follows him around, hanging off his words, begging to know about their travels and adventures, which Shanks is always happy to. Soon your young friend become a sort of mascotte for the pirate crew, a younger brother they all like and are happy to entertain.

🏴‍☠️ You are in the habit of going to the Partys every night, both to relax after work for a drink and spend some time with Luffy, and the pirates have likewise selected the bar as their favourite meeting point, which means that without either of you realizing (or wanting, which doesn't mean you regret it, or even try to avoid it) you and Shanks quickly become acquainted well beyond the simple relationship between a doctor and an one-time patient.

🏴‍☠️ The first opportunity you have to really bond happens during your village's yearly festival: there is music, food, dancing, even a firework display, and the pirates are obviously happy to join the celebration. You are sitting alone in front of a bonfire, having gotten momentarily separated from your friends, looking at the couples dancing as you vaguely reflect on your duties for tomorrow, when suddenly Shanks appears next to you. "You don't like dancing?" he inquires after you have greeted each other, as he slides on the bench next to you, a jug in his hands; you shrug, admitting that you actually do, but you haven't been invited by any of the men present. "Oh! Then they don't know what they're missing." Shanks seriously comments; he drinks a sip from his drink, leaves it on the bench, stands, and offers you hid hand. "Shall we?" he asks. "There is no need, really! You don't have to..." you hurry to explain, and he determinedly shakes his head. "I know I don't have to; but believe it or not, I enjoy dancing, and I am told I am pretty good at it. Come on, it is a night of celebration; let's enjoy it."

🏴‍☠️ You could point out that from what you have seen the pirates don't need a special occasion to revel and have fun, but you gladly accept Shanks' hand and let him lead you to the improvised dancefloor in the village's square. Shanks takes one of your hands in his, gently rests the other on your hip, and a moment later you are moving together in time with the music, and Shanks had not lied, he is actually a very good dancer, and you can't help smiling as you follow his steps, noticing that the red of his hair is even brighter than usual thanks to the light of the bonfire, and his smile brighter still. In the end, the rhythm changes to a slow dance, and Shanks gently circle your waist with an arm, just like all the men around you are doing with their partners. "Is this... all right?" he asks, suddenly uncertain, and you nod, intimately surprised of how all right it is, as you silently rest both of your arms on his shoulders, your hands overlapping behind his head. Another smile passes between you, a smaller, more intimate one; you suddenly feel shy, and giddy, and you wish this moment would never end.

🏴‍☠️ Unfortunately it does, in the end, when Shanks' men reclaim his help for a prank they are pulling; he then takes your hand and kisses the back. "The men of the village don't know what they are missing, you are a very good dancer." he says, and then the other drag him away, and you remain there, suddenly alone, and wondering why you feel so warm in the face, while the party goes on around you. Sleep eludes you that night, and when you finally dream, it is of him, still unsure whether what you are feeling is simply due to the moment of intimacy you shared during your dance... or this is something more lasting, and deep.

🏴‍☠️ You are still thinking about it that night, as you nurse your usual drink at the Partys, so lost in your thoughts Makino asks if you are all right. Before you can answer, "Is this seat taken?" someone asks pointing to the stool next to yours; it is Shanks, smiling at you, and you smile back as you nod, and he asks Makino for some dinner, his leg brushing against yours under the counter as he sits. Once more, you are quietly enjoying each other's company; as he eats, Shanks look at you out of the corner of his eye, and when your gazes meet and you realize, he smiles, not exactly unabashed but still not shy, open in his interest, and it is not the first time a man looks at you, but still, you feel yourself blushing... and, you discover, it is not an unpleasant sensation. Not at all. He asks about your job, and you reciprocate inquiring about a few places he and his crew have visited, and that you have always dreamed of seeing, even though you have never left Dawn Island, and have lived in the village your whole life. You doubt anything you can have to say could be of interest for Shanks, but he seems sincerely taken by your conversation... until his leg touches yours under the counter once more, this time not by accident, and you feel all the blood, and the warmth, of your body rush to your face.

🏴‍☠️ "I have made you uncomfortable. I am sorry." Shanks says after a moment, misinterpreting your silence for discomfort, and you quickly shake your head; you can see Luffy approaching on the street behind him, ready to demand his idol's complete attention, and you hurry to take advantage of the little time you have left. "Not at all. I... I am glad we had a chance to talk. I like it. I... I like talking to you." "And I like talking to you, (name). Really. You are... a really good person."

🏴‍☠️ After a while you decide it is time to go home. "See you tomorrow, Makino." you say as you take your bag and stand, and in a moment, Shanks has done the same. "I'll walk you home." he proposes, more as a request than as an order, and you are suddenly a young girl again, because your heart skips a beat. "But Luffy..." "Luffy is with the others, they can take care of them for a few minutes; there'll be no problem... unless you'd rather go alone, that is."

🏴‍☠️ Two minutes later you are walking side by side along the village's main street; you have slipped your arm under Shanks', his happy smile making you unconcerned about the gossip that will probably spread in the village as soon as someone sees the two of you together. You don't talk much, still enjoying each other's company, but Shanks uses his free arm to return the greeting of a few people who cross your path. "I love this place." he says after a while "The people here are so friendly and kind, I feel I could stay here forever."

🏴‍☠️ Usually a compliment paid to your village would please you; still, those kind words feel like someone had spilled a bucket of cold water on your head. "But you will not, right?" you realize, thinking out loud "You are pirates, the Sea is your home, and a stay in a town or village a simple vacation. You have been here for about two months; you'll probably leave soon, right?"

🏴‍☠️ Shanks' silence, and the touch of guilt in his dark eyes, is answer enough; he tries to meet your gaze, but you avoid him, suddenly feeling the stupidest, naivest woman of the East Sea. After a minute spent looking at your feet you hear Shanks softly calling your name. "I'm fine, don't worry..." "No, I mean... I think we're here, aren't we?" he asks, and your embarrassment deepens when you realize that you had indeed reached your house, and were it not for him you would have walked past it, and kept going until you crossed the whole village. "I'm sorry, I... I am so dumb..." you mumble as you begin searching for the keys in your bag.

🏴‍☠️ Shanks remains silent until he sees you open the door; he is serious, more serious than you've ever seen him, but his eyes are full of sadness. "I am sorry." you repeat, not quite sure what you're apologizing for, and he shakes his head. "I should be the one apologizing." he gently says; you're standing on the doorway, face to face, and you're torn between the impulse of closing the door, sparing yourself another moment of pain... and the desire to take advantage of the little time you have left, and invite Shanks in. You know he'll not decline (... right?), and it'll probably make it harder to say goodbye when he and his men will leave, and you're usually not one to let your feeling dictate your actions, but...

🏴‍☠️ "I better go." Shanks says, sparing you the need to decide, and for a terrible moment you think he means he's leaving Foosha right now, but he simply takes a step back, a sweet and concerned smile on his handsome face. "I am a pirate." he gently says "This is the life I have chosen, and... I will keep living it until there is life left in my body. I am not saying it is always easy, nor that I have never been tempted, but I could never live on land, no matter how... how good the company would be." "I would never ask you to." you assure him; the simple idea of a man who has probably lived a pirate life since he was a boy and has become one of the most notorious captains in the Four Seas, leaving everything behind for you, after having known you for two months, is risible, of course, but still, why can't you help feeling the tiniest bit disappointed? "Your men need you, and being a pirate is in your soul. You could never be happy otherwise, and... I want you to be happy, Shanks."

🏴‍☠️ There is nothing else to say, and after a quiet goodbye Shanks depart, and you remain looking at him through your window as you mentally chastise yourself, because how could you be so stupid to catch feelings for a man who you'll never have? You have only known each other for a few weeks, and the sooner he leaves the sooner your heart will begin healing, but you already fear you will never forget Shanks, not even in a hundred years.

🏴‍☠️ You begin avoiding him as much as you can, which means mainly avoiding the harbour and the Partys (you tell Makino this is a particularly busy period for your practice, not wanting her to think it is because of her; she looks at you, clearly unconvinced, but accepts your explaination) and hoping whatever feeling you have developed will soon start dissipate, like crushes often do, until... until one day Luffy shows up at your home, crying and more upset than you've ever seen him. "It's not me; it's Shanks." he says when you, terrified, start checking him for wounds or injuries "You need to come now, (name), he... he..."

🏴‍☠️ He wouldn't have looked for you if the patient were beyond helping, but Luffy is too upset to explain what exactly has happened to the captain, which can only increase the terror in your heart; you run to the harbour as quickly as your legs can carry you, and when you reach his cabin on the ship, Shanks, lying on his cot and surrounded by his closest friends, smiles, clearly pained but happy to see you. "Hey, here's my favourite dance partner." he says "I am fine, don't worry..." He clearly isn't, and your legs amost collapse under you when you see what has happened to his left arm; you are able to remain calm and focused as you clean the wound to avoid infection and then bandage it, while Shanks looks silently on, his eyes full of warmth and pain, not necessarily for himself.

🏴‍☠️ "What has happened to you?" you ask in the end, sitting on a stool Luffy has brought you before leaving with the others; Shanks quietly answers telling you all about the child's kidnapping, him intervening and having to fight the Sea King that inhabits the waters around the island, and this is when you start crying, overwhelmed by the courage and generosity of the man in front of you, who has paid such a terrible price for it. What will he do now? You know how tenacious and strong he is, but will he be able to fight and lead his men without an arm? You have already treated this sort of wound, and you know it might keep paining him for the rest of his days; what if an enemy takes advantage of his weakness and he can't defend himself...?

🏴‍☠️ "I am all right." he gently says as he uses the hem of his cape to dry your tears, and you feel more guilty than ever, because he has just gone through a terrible trauma, and still he is able and willing to comfort you "Truly; Luffy is safe and this is what matters. It is just an arm, I have a spare one to use..." "How can you joke about it?" you ask, crying and laughing at the same time, and then you have thrown your arms around his neck, sobbing and hating how useless you feel, and Shanks holds you tight with his arm around your waist and his cheek against your shoulder, feeling your very presence more soothing and healing than any opiate or medicine he could have taken. "It is so good to see you again." he whispers; you can both feel your hearts beating as one, a sensation whose beauty and sweetness you cannot describe in words "I know you've avoiding me. No, no, it's ok; I know why you did it, and it's probably for the best, even though I have missed you..."

🏴‍☠️ You don't answer, quietly enjoying the peace and comfort Shanks' presence always brings you despite the heartbreak; there must be dozens of men on the ship around you, but you are alone in the tiny, sparsely furnished cabin, enjoying a fleeting, precious moment of intimacy. In the end you turn your face to meet Shanks' gaze, and you do not vocalize your feelings, but he understands them all the same, and a moment later your mouths meet in the sweetest, most intense kiss of your life. Shanks moans, his lips avidly caressing yours, and a moment later you are running your fingers through his hair, and you want him so much your heart is about to burst.

🏴‍☠️ When you finally part, five minutes later, neither of you is smiling. "I don't want to cause you pain." Shanks says, deadly serious; his hand is holding yours, his thumb caressing the back "We are meant to leave in three weeks..." "And you will; I will not beg you to stay, and I know that saying goodbye will be harrowing; but it'll be anyway, since I can't stop thinking about you." you admit with a sigh "I want to be with you, Shanks, be it for a day or a year; if, ehm, you want to be with me, and I know you are in pain, and obviously as a doctor I am not supposed to date my patients..."

🏴‍☠️ You are blabbering, as usual when you are nervous, but Shanks is quick to put an end to your speech kissing you soundly once more, holding you as if he never wants you to go. You lie down on the cot together, your legs entwined and your bodies pressing against each other, but after a while you are forced to stop and change position, because a moan of pain warns you your side was pressing agains the stump of his arm. "My poor darling, I am so sorry for what has happened to you." you murmur, but Shanks smiles, and gently kisses your forehead. "Luffy is safe and you are here next to me." he says "As far as I'm concerned, it was a small price to pay."

🏴‍☠️ You and Shanks are determined to make the most of the little time you have, so you are nearly inseparable for the next three weeks. You don't want to neglect your work, since your patients need you, but if you are not at your practice, you are with him. You sleep in his cabin (the cot is tiny, but squeezing together is not a problem for the two of you) make sure his wound is clean and neatly bandaged, and walk with him on your favourite beach, enjoying his quiet, solid presence next to you, his beautiful smile, and the way he has to circle your waist and lead you in a dance when you least expect it, making you laugh. Luffy reacts with disgust the first time he sees the two of you sharing a kiss, but he is happy for you, secretly thinking you and Shank deserve each other - and for the future young King of the Pirates there is no better compliment than this.

🏴‍☠️ Before you become intimate for the first time, Shanks asks you to make sure you don't get pregnant, and you comply, privately thinking you wouldn't mind having his baby, were it not unfair to both to keep father and child separated, quite the opposite, because a child with his smile and eyes would alleviate the solitude you know you will suffer once he will have left. You feed him food with your fork at the Partys, fall asleep lulled by his heartbeat, and sit next to him at the end of the wharf, your legs dangling and his arm around your shoulders as you look at the sun setting behind the horizon, and wish your time together would never end.

🏴‍☠️ It does, unfortunately, and on one clear, warm morning, Shanks and his crew prepare to leave the village. Luffy is inconsolable, even after Shanks gifts him his most precious possession, his straw hat, with the promise to ask for it back when the young boy has become a great pirate; you, on the other hand, feel pain and heartbreak beyond words and tears. The two of you have spent the whole night making love, with an intensity and an abandon you had never experienced before, and he looked as grief-stricken as you feel while he whispered his feelings in your ear and promised he would never forget you, but still, your heart is full of doubts and anguish while you walk to the harbour to say goodbye to the man who has, in true pirate fashion, stolen your heart. He lied about your affection to comfort you, an unpleasant voice whispers in your ear. He has a woman like you in every town and port his ship visits. He will forget your face in less than a month and in two he won't remember ever meeting you. Worst of all, he will die soon, battling another pirate crew or drowning, and you'll cry for him for the rest of your days...

🏴‍☠️ A few of the pirates you have gotten to know in the last months say goodbye to you and you wish them good luck, having gotten sincerely fond of those brave, freedom-hungry men who have chosen such a dangerous way of life and can face any enemy with a smile on their faces. In the end, you and Shanks find yourselves face to face, and "Please, do not cry; I am already desperate, your tears would kill me." he softly begs as the tips of his fingers caress your cheek, and you shake your head: you can't help being sad, you admit, but you knew this moment would come and do not regret being with him, even just for a few short days, and no matter what the future has in store, you will keep him in your heart forever. "Just promise me one thing: find a doctor for your crew, as soon as possible; I can't stand the idea of you and your men travelling without someone taking care of your health." you ask him, and for the first time since you met, you see Shanks hesitating. "I will, I promise; but..." "But?"

🏴‍☠️ "But, I was hoping I wouldn't need to look for a doctor; that you would join my crew and fill the spot. I... I know it would change your life, and I won't lie to you, it is a dangerous life, especially for a person who is not a trained fighter and even if we would all do everything we can to ensure your safety. We have known each other only for a few months, but it would make me the happiest man on the Sea if... oh, forget it, it was a stupid idea, how egotistical can I be asking you to leave everything you know and love for..." He is mumbling, and looking at him in that moment, unsure but hopeful, all your doubts and fears disappear like snow at the first light of spring; he cares about you, he really does, much more than simply because of the advantges your presence on the ship would provide the crew, but since he could never renounce his way of life to be with you, he feels unworthy of asking you to do the same. How could you ever doubt him?, you wonder while tears of happiness begin falling from your eyes... and how can you say no to him?

🏴‍☠️ "Oh, Shanks... nothing would make me happier; I'd leave in a minute if it meant being with you." you sincerely answer "But I can't. I am the only doctor in the village, and it would take months to request the capital to send another one here; I can't in all conscience leave my patients without anyone caring for their health. And there is Luffy; he needs me, at least for a few more years. Believe me, I... I am not simply looking for an excuse; I really want to be with you, but..." "I know." he interrupts you, and the reassurance about your feelings for him doesn't make your refusal easier to accept. "I know what sort of person you are, how much you care for the people of the village; I wouldn't expect any less from you." You sigh, wishing for a moment you could actually disavow your professional oath and forsake the people you have promised to take care of, and follow the man you love towards whatever fate awaits him. You are doing the right thing, professionally and towards a boy you love as if he were a child of your body, but the prospect of losing Shanks forever makes you feel as if you were renouncing a part of you...

🏴‍☠️ "You know, it... It doesn't have to be forever." you tentatively add wringing your hands, a moment after one of the men has called to Shanks to tell him they're ready to go "It will be a few years, but one day Luffy will be old enough to take care of himself, and in the meantime I could instruct a new doctor for the village or ask for one to be sent here. And then, once I'm no longer needed... I-I could come. To you. I mean, I wouldn't ask you to wait for me, if you... met someone else, or if simply your feelings changed..." "I will." Shanks immediately answers; he's looking at you as if no treasure he could ever find would compare "I'll wait for you, and you'll wait for me, and once Luffy no longer needs you, I'll come back for you. And from then on, no one and nothing will ever separate us."

🏴‍☠️ The promise is sealed with a kiss, that you and your lover share on the harbour in full view of the crew and the villagers, and there is no need to say you love each other, because a look of Shanks's warm eyes is enough to reassure you and he can read the same feelings in your gaze. A few minutes, and you are looking at the ship disappearing into the horizon with Luffy by your side, not bothering to hold back your tears while a stubborn, fierce hope fills your heart.

🏴‍☠️ Ten years pass, slowly, often excruciatingly so, but at least you can keep busy instead of spending days and nights crying over your lost love. You focus on your work, finding gratification and sincere joy in taking care of the people you grew up and live with, and helping them when they are sick or wounded; five years after you said good-bye to your lover, two girls who have just completed their studies at the village's school ask for permission to follow you in your work, and you gladly take them on as apprentices. You write to the libraries of the larger towns in the island, asking for books written by ship doctors or that would help you specialize for your future responsabilities as a member of Shanks' crew, and follow his adventures in the papers.

🏴‍☠️ The news of your and Shanks' promise has somehow spread to the village, and save for Luffy and a few of your friends, most of the people think you are wasting the best years of your life, and should have never believed in him. "He said that to make fun of you, or at least to comfort you and make you think he actually cared." they say "He's a pirate, (name), he must have a woman like you in every harbour. By now he has probably been with ten others." "Even if he actually cared, ten years is ages to spend waiting for someone! What if he dies in the meantime? And even if he returned, are you sure you want to live such a dangerous life?" "Don't you want to marry and raise a family? A pirate ship is no place for a child, and in ten years you'll be past marriageable age; there are many good men here in the village..."

🏴‍☠️ They mean well (most of them do, at least), but you don't listen, and while you miss Shanks more and more every day and sometimes even wish you had forgotten duties and responsibilities to follow your heart, because whatever length of time destiny will allow you to spend together you will have still wasted ten years, you never waver, sure in your heart you have made the right choice, and you don't care how naive and idealistic you would sound if you said it out loud, you know he's also thinking of you, saddened by the distance between you and nonetheless carrying on, knowing nothing and no one will stop you from being together once the time is right. The idea of becoming a pirate is both terrifying and exciting, and had you not met Shanks, you would have been happy to stay in Foosha forever, single or otherwise; but now you know he is your destiny, and you will share whatever future and dream he will pursue, because you know he will always be worthy of your devotion.

🏴‍☠️ On the other hand, you do miss him. Fiercely, desperately, a feeling which is hunger (why is his warm body not flushed against yours when you wake up? Where are the avid and sloppy kisses you had already become dependent on, and that now you cannot do without?) and jealousy (is another woman flirting with him in this very moment? Touching him, smiling at him, catching his attention even if just for a moment? And how can you discover her name and city or village of residence, to go and teach her not to touch what belongs to others?) and protectivity (what if something happens to him and you're not there to take care of him? Has he found a doctor like he had promised you?) all in one, that becomes a permanent presence inside you, from the moment you wake to when you go to sleep... and sometimes even longer. His smile, his kind and determined voice, the subtle energy and power his very figure emanated... you even miss his cold feet, and that affectionate but vaguely annoying way that he had to pull your hair to get your attention. Deep in your heart, you know he is also thinking about you, that he remembers his promise and is honoring it, no matter how difficult it might be; but however pleasant and productive your days are, no matter the joy you feel in being in the company of your friends and in successfully treating your patients, his absence is still a weight in your heart, a dull but persistent pain that before long becomes as familiar as the colour of your hair of the medical coat you wear at your practice. You have not stopped eating (that would be bad for your health!) and you are not going to wither away like the protagonist of a romantic novel whose sweetheart has deserted her, but you miss him, deeply and desperately, and every time your eyes fall on a red-haired head, your heart skips a beat...

🏴‍☠️ Luffy is, as you expected, the only one who fully believes in Shanks' promise to you, just like you trust the pact the captain and the child have made about Luffy's future and the straw hat; you never told him he, and his well-being, is one of the two main reasons why you elected to stay in Foosha, because a child doesn't deserve to feel guilty for the choices of an adult, but Luffy is much smarter and more perceptive than he is given credit for, and in the end it is you who, exactly ten years after saying goodbye to Shanks, he tells he is finally ready to leave the village to pursue his dream... and you need to do the same. "I know you have stayed here to look after me, (name); and I appreciate it a lot. But now I can take care of myself, and I'm leaving to find a crew and become King of the Pirates. You have to go too; don't you want to see him, after all these years? I'm sure he missed you a lot too; find him, become his doctor, and say hi for me."

🏴‍☠️ You do. After an heart-felt goodbye ("Don't lose the first-aid kit I gave you! And please, Luffy, I don't need you to remind you to eat, but don't get cold!") you prepare a small luggage and your doctor's bag, entrust your practice to your apprentices (who by now are more than up to the task, and who you know will take as good care of the villagers as you did), and your home's keys to Makino, and leave. Part of you still can't believe you are actually doing it, that you are leaving everything you knew and loved behind, the village you were born in and all your things at home, to pursue a life you are probably unprepared for and that could cost you your life, but you don't care, and whatever happens, you know you won't regret the choice you have made... the choice to follow your heart.

🏴‍☠️ The only, but not negligible, difficulty you have to face is that you have absolutely no idea where Shanks is. Your deal was that he would come back to get you in Foosha once Luffy no longer needed you, but since you have no way to contact him, you can't ask him to meet; the most reasonable choice would be to wait for your young friend to make a name for himsef, either earning a bounty of fighting the Marines, so that news of him having left the village and become a pirate would reach Shanks, who would then know it is time to make good on his promise, but not knowing how long it would take, and determined not to waste any more time, you decide to take the matter in your own hands and go to Shanks yourself... even though you have no idea how, and where to find him. According to a by now weeks old newspaper article you had read, your lover has been seen in a certain island across the East Sea, so you buy a ticket to reach it, hoping to still find him there, or at least that he had left word of where he would head next.

🏴‍☠️ Ten days of navigation later, the ship has to make a stop along the way to resupply; you are walking down the dock as you wait for the captain to call the passengers back on board, trembling with excitation and hoping you and your lover will soon be reunited, when your eyes casually fall on a man walking down the pier, unhurriedly but with the sort of determination that leads anyone who crosses his path to give way. You have never met him, but your lover has told you about him, and you would have recognized him in any case, because Dracule Mihawk, the greatest swordman in the world, is not the kind of man you can mistake for someone else... if only for the enormous sword, as long as he is tall, hanging from his shoulders. Normally you would have no reason to approach him, not last because Mihawk doesn't seem the sort of man who tolerates being bothered without a good reason, but Shanks has told you the two of them know each other of old and are, if not exactly friends, at least good acquaintances; could the swordsman know where your lover is? Could he tell you, if you tell him you are also a friend of Shanks and he is supposed to meet you anyway?

🏴‍☠️ To approach him requires all your courage, since Mihawk, while perhaps not unnecessarily violent like some other pirates, is the most intimidating person you have ever met; but finding Shanks is more important than anything else in the world, and if you are to become part of the crew of an important pirate like your lover, you need to find your courage and learn to face danger with your head held high. So you reach him, and ask him if he knows where your lover is. "I mean him no ill will; actually... we are also good friends. I... I come from Foosha Village, my name is (name)..." you begin, stammering under the piercing gaze of the swordsman when suddenly he interrupts you. "You are the doctor, I gather. The one who remained at the village to care for the boy who had eaten the Devil Fruit." "Y-yes! It is me!" you exclaim, surprised and immediately flattered; Shanks has told him about you! "We had agreed to meet once Luffy had... well, I am looking for him now, and I am heading to the island where he was last seen but since you have known him for a long time, I thought that perhaps you know where he is..."

🏴‍☠️ Mihawk, apparently indifferent to your blabbering (he's probably used to people being nervous in his presence, and how could they not?) points out he is not Shanks' father nor a member of his crew, and as a consequence he is not in the habit of keeping an eye on his movements. "But coincidentally, I know where he is; in fact, I had in mind to meet him myself." he adds, before mentioning a semi-deserted island much closer to where you are than the one your ship is heading to "If you leave now, you can reach him before nightfall." It is the best news you have ever received, and you thank the swordsman profusely, forgetting for a moment how intimidated you are by his very presence. Mihawk simply nods, and then offers you a folded piece of paper. "If you meet Shanks, will you give him this for me? I think you know the person it concerns." he asks, and your eyes open wide as you open the bounty poster... Luffy's bounty poster! You haven't had access to newspapers during your journey, but it seems that in the few short weeks since he left the village your young friend has already made a name for himself, earning the attention of the Marines and, as a consequence, a remarkable bounty; you wouldn't have expected anything less from him, you think, your heart full of pride and happiness. "I thought Shanks would appreciate seeing it, given his interest in the boy." Mihawk points out "Will you give it to him, when you meet him?"

🏴‍☠️ Of course you promise, happy to save Mihawk the effort of going himself after the precious informations he gave you. Your heart pounding, you are quick to go back to the ship about to depart, retrieve your belongings and run, quickly telling the captain you have changed your mind and won't be continuing your trip with them. The smaller island you have to reach is very close but, you discover after asking around, there are no regular vessels that reach it, given that it is almost uninhabited (which is probably why Shanks and his men have chosen it as their base) but you are able to find a fisherman willing to get you there. And so, soon after dark, you finally lay foot on the same ground your lover is walking on, closer than you have ever been in ten long years...

🏴‍☠️ ... and you are immediately surrounded, a number of heavily armed pirates pointing their weapons at you, ready to shoot at the first sign of danger. "Don't, please! I mean you no harm, I am a friend!" you hurry to explain, recognizing a few of the pirates who were already in Shanks' crew when you first met and hoping they also remember you "I am (name), the doctor of Foosha village. Many of you were sick with red fever and I was able to help you, remember? I need to speak with Shanks, he's waiting for me... sort of..." Fortunately it works, and many of the pirates you had met ten years ago welcome you as a friend, still remembering what you had done for them, and lead you to their beach camp, where Shanks and the others are resting after an impromptu party.

🏴‍☠️ Ten years have passed, and still it takes you less than a moment to recognize the man sprawled in a hammock, even before the red hair and the lack of his left arm are visible; the handle of your bag slips from your fingers and falls on the sand. You must look horrible, you suddenly realize, tired after a long day of travel and with your hair tussled by the wind, and this is the sort of situation you would like to look your best for, but you don't care, you care about nothing in the world but the man in front of you, still lost in his hangover dreams.

🏴‍☠️ "Shanks." you murmur, theoretically too low for him to hear, but he does, even before his men can wake him up and tell him he has a visitor. He lifts his head, gingerly standing from the hammock, and in the darkness descending on the beach, he sees you, and for a full minute that's all he seems able to do, looking as if he can't believe his own eyes. "... (name?)" "H-hi." you stammer, suddenly shy and even scared; you have trusted him, and the bond between you, for ten years, confiding that what you shared could resist the test of time and that your lover would keep you in his heart like you have kept him in yours, but suddenly, now that the moment of truth has finally come, all your certainties seem to desert you. What if the people at the village were right, and you have wasted ten years of your life for a naive, romantic dream? What if Shanks has forgotten the promise you two shared? Even worse, what if he has decided to renounce it after time and distance ended up attenuating his feelings for you? You could go back to Foosha and resume your old life as village doctor, a good and productive life, but you know you will never survive the disappointment... "It's... it's good to see you. I came, ehm, I don't know if you remember what we had agreed to do once Luffy..."

🏴‍☠️ "You are here." Shanks murmurs, as if thinking out loud; suddenly sober, he stands and walks up to you, still disbelieving and at the same time delighted beyond words "I can't... you came. You actually came." "Yes, I did. I know we had agreed you would return to the village, but I have trained two new doctors, and Luffy has left to become a pirate, and you wouldn't believe it, he has already..." He stops you, not in words but with a hug; Shanks' arm has circled your waist, pressing your body against his, and it is all so familiar, from his scent to his touch to the sound of his voice, that suddenly you can't control yourself anymore, and you start crying, out of joy, out of relief, out of the simple and visceral pleasure of being with him, once more, with your captain, your lover, your Shanks. "I have missed you so much." you murmur, and his delighted laugh is music to your ears; Shanks presses his forehead against yours, still holding you close, while his crew rejoices all around.

🏴‍☠️ You walk together on the beach for a while, away from the camp, silently enjoying each other's company, until Shanks asks you about Luffy, who must have left the village since you did too, and you show him the bounty poster, that your lover observes with delighted pride. "I can't believe you asked Mihawk for directions..." "Well, I am not saying I wasn't trembling with fear, but I wanted to find you, no matter what. I... I have never stopped thinking about you, you know? And please, tell me you haven't spent ten years journeying through the Seas without a doctor." Shanks smiles, and explains that they actually found a doctor soon after departing Foosha, a capable man who took good care of the crew for ten years... and who just two weeks ago decided to leave, having met a special someone on an island they had docked at, leaving the position vacant. "I let him go, because I have never forced anyone to be part of my crew, but I had no idea you would come... Curious, isn't it? As if destiny had decided it was time for us to meet again, as we had promised."

🏴‍☠️ You shrug, mostly uninterested in assigning responsibility: whether it was destiny, or simple coincidence, you are together once again, not because of a concatenation of events but as a result of your own choices. You did what you thought was right, and now you are free, and determined, to follow your heart. "I came to join your crew, as you had asked me to do ten years ago." you tell Shanks, turning to face him; those words do not need to be said, but you want him to hear... to know that for a whole decade, you have never let him go in your heart "To be your doctor, and your lover, if you'll be mine. What do you say?" Shanks doesn't immediately answer; his hand touches your cheek, gingerly, as if he feared you were just a mirage about to disappear if he only looked too closely. "How beautiful you are." he murmurs "My (name)... ten years ago, I told you meeting you was a blessing from the Gods; I didn't know how right I was. I have never stopped thinking about you; I was sure Luffy would leave the village soon, since he is almost a grown man, and I was ready to come to you as soon as I was certain he didn't need you anymore. But now you're here, and I'm never letting you out of my sight."

🏴‍☠️ It is a promise and a declaration in one, nothing less than what you expected and the only thing you would have accepted. Shanks' hand finds yours; the night enveloping the beach hides a kiss that tastes like homecoming and cheap rhum, your lover's body welcoming you in the warmth and security of his embrace. From now on, your life together begins; from now on, you're part of the Red-Haired Pirate crew.

#One Piece #One Piece live action #OPLA #Shanks #Red-Haired Shanks #Red-Haired Shanks x reader #Shanks x reader #Peter Gadiot #Bellona's stuff

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why do you think alicent loves aemond so much? why she doesn't love aegon as much as she loves aemond? alicent appears to have misconceptions about her children. just like dumbledore said to snape about harry. you see what you want to see. the thing is alicent overlooks aegon good traits like cunning (he convinced people living for years at dragonstone to follow him without bloodshed so it means he convinced them. it means aegon is far more diplomatic than aemond even though aemond brags about studying history and philosophy so one can expect aemond to be more polished snd diplomatic but all his knowledge goes out of the window when he's angry) and resourceful while she is too preoccupied with aemond not causing problems compared to aegon that she paints aemond as unproblematic golden child. this and aemond actually never comes back. aegon does. alicent was so wrong about both of her children. had alicent really understood aemond she would have never loved him that much because he represents everything she despises thirst for blood, war and violence. she just likes her men strong, not self-pitying like aegon because he reminds her of herself. had she really understood aegon she would have loved him more because they are very similar doing their duty and fighting till the end. she hated parts of aegon she hated in herself and loved parts of aemond she loved in herself.

this is very funny old joke that the child who rebels the most often ends up as the one more successful than obedient dutiful one.

Hello, thank you for the ask! And I`m awfully sorry for the delay with answering:(

Well, in a way you answered your own question. "she hated parts of aegon she hated in herself and loved parts of aemond she loved in herself" - there is quite a lot of truth to it, I think. However, I do not agree with the premise that Alicent doesn`t love Aegon (or, more precisely, that she loves him less than she does Aemond).

In fact I find it quite difficult to say which one of her sons, in my opinion, Alicent loves more - because she loves them in different ways.

She sees Aemond as a pillar she could lean on (just like she views Criston), as a shield she could grab to protect herself and the rest of her family (not in a sense that she`s ready to sacrifice Aemond but meaning that shes sure he can take it). There IS a part of Alicent that lives in her second son (in one of my posts I called him the voice of her bitterness and rage) but overall they are quite different people. She might not understand Aemond as well as she would like to; she might love him less if she did - but we will never know. As it is, Aemond is her brave and fierce baby boy who went through a horrible traumatic experience (that started with him fighting alone) and still was strong enough to be the one to stand by her side when pretty much everyone else turned against her.

Aegon indeed too strongly reminds Alicent of herself. She feels it - and since she is often too harsh and demanding (sometimes even resentful) towards herself, she projects these feelings onto her child that resembles her the most. She might feel like she is not enough (screw you, Viserys, by the way) - so Aegon does not feel enough as well. There might be some apprehension about the way Aegon deals with his suffering: drinking, whoring, lazing around - trying to drown out the voice of his suffering with other powerful sensations and feelings where Alicent (almost) always chooses to suppress them. But that doesn`t mean she doesn`t love Aegon. In a way thinking about him - about his lot, his duty-bound fate, the neglect he suffers where the support should be given to him - hurts her too much, so she can`t fully process the love she feels for her eldest son, and neither she can express her properly. So here go slapping, shouting and saying the words that she knows will hurt a lot - but she can`t stop herself from saying them.

Her love for Aemond makes her feel stronger. Her love for Aegon makes her bleed. So no wonder Alicent feels more ready to embrace the former. And yet, when she takes a stand between Aegon and Meleys none of it matters.

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❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

“Mankind cannot grow wings, so they fly kites instead, and tell themselves that they are soaring.” -Ganondorf being a broody bitch to his kid (I write a lot about kites it's...probably something I should unpack at some point) 👻 What is your wildest headcanon? My wildest headcanon? Probably that Ganondorf is really terrified of clowns. I just googled it and it's called Coulrophobia. It's partially why, when I write Ganondorf interacting with Ghirahim that he tries to dismiss him immediately from his presence because Ghirahim sort of reminds him of clowns. He will use him as needed but that doesn't mean he has to tolerate him. 🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

I'm currently very interested in ways that Ganondorf can antagonize Rauru without really trying so hard because he knows that Rauru, just like him, does enjoy having power. Here is an excerpt:

Rauru had more control than this. He should have had more control than this.  However, it had become an addictive feeling. This ability to have this man, who he knew to be evil, who he knew had ulterior motives, under his control. He was not foolish enough to believe that Ganondorf felt any true sense of fealty towards him and his kingdom. In fact, he was well aware that the Gerudo chief had his eye on the secret stone. Too often did the man let his gaze linger over them for a moment too long, betraying his desire to acquire such power. Such were the desires of warmongering surface dwellers, Rauru had long surmised. So long as the power of the Zonai remained in his hands and out of the Gerudo chief’s reach, he would continue to remain under his control. Ganondorf, however, seemed to play just as dangerous a game as Rauru. He knew the man was coaxing him, goading him into exercising his power as king of Hyrule over him. It was as if the Gerudo chief was testing him, attempting to see how far he was willing to go with the power of a monarch in his hands. The king’s tent was set at the edge of Hyrule Field, where one of the larger chasms the Zonai had opened was located. The monsters that lived in the Depths had been crawling out, causing chaos across the land he had vowed to set right, to bring peace to. Naturally, having Ganondorf as his right hand man, he dispatched him to help the Hyrulean forces get rid of the menaces. In that moment, as Rauru observed their efforts from his vantage point, he knew deep in his heart that he was way in over his head keeping Ganondorf as close as he did. The man fought like a vicious whirlwind, cutting down as many enemies as several of his men did in one go. He could see the malicious grin on the Gerudo chief’s face, relishing battle and bloodshed as he mowed through monsters as if they were mere annoyances as opposed to being an actual threat. On the battlefield Ganondorf showed his true nature, that of a warmongering warlord that relished his own prowess and bloodshed. 

Rauru should have him imprisoned, he knows that. However, he could not justify imprisoning a man who had not outwardly done anything wrong, and had, for all intents and purposes, been agreeable to their treaty thus far. It would make him out to be a tyrant, someone who would not accept anyone who posed a threat to his throne. He was not that type of king. 

He just had to keep Ganondorf in line, was that not right? So long as he kept the Gerudo chief close, so long as his eye was always on him, Ganondorf could not do anything. 

And that was why he insisted that the Gerudo chief stay in his tent. After all, his right hand man deserved as much protection as the king himself, the Gerudo chief being a king in his own right. (Not that it seemed like he needed any, given the skill he put on display in battle). 

As Rauru poured over the map on his makeshift desk, marking the territories they had covered, he could not help the prickle he kept feeling at the back of his neck. Ganondorf’s presence was hard to ignore; he knew the man was watching him intently, most likely donning the infuriating smirk that seemed natural on his weathered face. It was unnerving how capable Ganondorf was of sitting still for hours on end, simply watching, obviously scheming, never uttering a word when Rauru was busy with the affairs of his kingdom. Could the man not look somewhere else for once?

Rauru looked up, meeting the Gerudo chief’s gaze with a frown.

“Is there something you wish to say, Ganondorf?”

#thaaaaanks for the aaaaaaask #bloothots #ganonthots #I mean most of this is about my wife so

[flowerisevil]

Negotiate | Daemon Targaryen x Fem OC Targaryen

(English is not my first language so sorry for the wrong grammar)

words: 2k+

REMINDER!!!: slant word means speaking in High Valyrian.

summary:  some say that it's Daemon Targaryen you don't want to mess with but they haven't met the other version of him, his niece, the oldest daughter of Viserys, and Aemma Targaryen, The heir to the Iron Throne. Randeila Targaryen.

"No, you are staying Rhaenyra, let them handle their problem" Randeila scolds her sister who keep insisting her to go to Dragonstone to deal with their problem about something.

She's not paying attention she didn't even remember or understand what war or problem their uncle has caused again. She pulled the cigarette out of her mouth before letting out a pile of smoke.

"Sister, please we can stop the war we just have to talk to uncle Daemon," Rhaenyra said while watching her paint another portrait of an.... apple?  why is she wasting her time here painting an apple instead of helping their people to prevent bloodshed.

"Rhaenyra, you know him besides I don't ever want to see him and you should stay away from him too, there's a reason why he's called the Rogue Prince," Randeila said and throw her cigarette at the trash.

"But he stole our brother's egg!" Randeila stopped on what her sister last said.

"I knew it you're not listening to me!" Rhaenyra claim and stormed out of her sister's room.

Randeila dropped her materials and looked for their father while walking she asked one of their knights for her father and it said that he was in a meeting with the councils, she stormed inside the meeting room and everyone set their eyes on her. She knew she doesn't look presentable but who cares?

"Do I really have to hear it from Rhaenyra?" she spoke and leaned at the long table.

"My daughter were already fixing it you have nothing to worry about" Viserys gave her a small smile, her daughter loved their mother and their baby brother.

"Yes, Princess actually-"

"I am not talking to you" Randeila muttered the man shut his mouth and sit quietly.

"You know father that your brother is a big cunt" Viserys eyes widened at the word her daughter chose to describe his brother. well he is a cunt

"Otto and the others are already there talking to him" Viserys convinced his oldest.

"Well let's see what you're precious Hightower man can do about it," Randeila said with no tone, they don't know if they finally convinced her to stay but the Princess has other plans.

She walked back to her room and changed her clothes her face and hand still have stains of paint after she had ready herself Rhaenyra entered her room.

"I'm coming with you" her sister declared.

"No, you are not" Randeila spat. "It's dangerous"

"He's our uncle"

"More reason for you to stay here," the oldest said while putting a dagger under her dress. "Look Rhaenyra, I will get our brother's egg back I promise that" She clasped both sides of her face she loved her family more than anything she already lose Aemma there is no way she was losing her sister just because their uncle is an attention whore.

"Do you believe that he will hurt us? you?" Rhaenyra's soft voice uttered Randeila doesn't understand why Rhaenyra believes in him.

"I know you both don't get along but trust me he's not that bad" Rhaenyra insulated.

"Yeah that's why he's been exiled here many periods right?" Her sister shot back. "He's great to you, yes but it does not mean that he's a great person at all" Between the two Targaryen sisters, Randeila knew all of Daemon's business how cruel and ruthless he can be and how selfish he is.

"You will stay here okay? no more arguing I'm only protecting you sister" Randeila hugged her and kissed the top of her hair.

"take care sister" Rhaenyra said before her older sister left.

On the other hand Otto and his men already met with Daemon at Dragonstone.

"Welcome to Dragonstone Otto" The Rogue Prince welcomed, Daemon was pleased to see the stern face in the old man's face, Otto believed that he would surrender himself to him.

"Your occupation of this island is at an end" Otto declared

"You're to relinquish the dragon's egg, disband your army, banish your whore and leave the Dragonstone by order of his Grace, King Viserys" 

"Where's the King? I don't see him" Daemon questioned.

While they're all arguing they didn't notice that the princess have secretly arrived and was listening to their nonsense chats.

When Otto insulted Daemon his eyes landed at the knight beside the old man, he seems familiar.

"Ser Crispin wasn't it?" Daemon said.

"Ser Criston Cole, My Prince" the handsome knight corrected him.

"Ah yes, Apologies I couldn't recall" He faked apologies he knew his name he just wanted to insult him.

"Perhaps my Prince recalls when I knocked him off his horse" Criston spat. Earning a deep chuckled from behind them they all turned around and saw the princess laughing.

"Very good, Ser Cole haha" She can't help but to laugh at the situation, when the princess was about to walked forward to her uncle. Otto blocked her.

"Princess, what are you doing here?" Otto wondered,

"Getting my brother's egg back" Otto stopped her when she tried to move forward "Ser Cole please escort-" Otto stopped his words when the princess push his hand away.

"I do not take orders from you Otto, I am trying to prevent bloodshed but it looks like you want your blood to be the first one who will be scattered in here" Randeila glared at him, Otto gulped from the princess threat. She gave Otto a pat on his shoulder and walked past at him.

"Ah, my dear niece, finally I see you it's been so long since I last saw you" Daemon was telling the truth, she always refused to see him whenever his around she's always in her room or secretly out at the city.

"that is my castle you're living in uncle" Randeila stated in High Valyrian to engage private conversation with her uncle

"you have angered the king, stole a dragon's egg, only for you to caught his attention?" she added, her eyes locked with Daemon's violet gazes.

"I am not doing this to caught his attention, I am soon to be wed" Daemon defend himself, the young princess leaned closer to his face, Randeila is tall but not as tall as his uncle, she placed her hand in Daemon's arm caressing it.

Daemon swallowed thank god he's wearing all this metal armors to hide the bulge that's building between his thighs Randeila always has this effect on him.

"You already have a wife" Randeila said, her High Valyrian accent isn't fucking helping him to calm his erection.

"Not one of my choosing" Daemon scoffed.

"And this requires you to steal my brother's egg?" Raindela responded, she purposely soften her voice think that it might help her, and it did. It help her to make Daemon suffer from an erection.

"You shared a cradle with a dragon when you were born, I want the same to my child" Daemon implied and held the egg tighter.

Randeila smirked "I don't think this child you're talking about exists" then she looked over at her uncle's lover, Mysaria.

"She's beautiful for a not so common whore" Mysaria glared at her, she knew that Mysaria can understand their language.

"I have eyes everywhere uncle and you cannot lie to me" she mocked.

Mysaria left the scene she cannot take it how Daemon is so lost in Randeila's eyes and how they both eye-fuck each other.

"I know you're lust for the throne and  I know that dream of yours being king banished the day my father declared me as his heir" Randeila drawled she knew Daemon's desire for the throne, everybody knows.

"If you would want to get the throne and be the next heir you would have to kill me, so do it" she challenged her, she wasn't scared of dying she never was.

She was shocked when Daemon snaked his arm behind her waist and pulled her closer to him, their noses are almost touching. She heard their knights readying for attack but she raised her hand to sign them to stop.

"I wouldn't want my beautiful niece beheaded although I would enjoy a different kind of head from you" Daemon caressed her hair, she tried to pull away but Daemon's tighten his grip on her.

"I'm not playing games with you" she can feel all of her blood rushing up her cheeks, Daemon chuckled at her reaction.

"Neither am I, you want the egg? I want something in return"

"And what would it be?" Randeila asked determined, there is no way she's going back home without the egg in her hands.

"What can you offer love?" she froze at the sudden nickname. Daemon's hand travelled in her face caressing the part where there's a stain of paint.

"The gods truly take their time making you, do they?" he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand and handed her the egg she took the egg and mutter a small thank you to him.

She walked forward to put the egg inside the container and looked back at her uncle.

"until our next meeting uncle" she said, Daemon watched as Ser Criston Cole held your back and guide you back to your dragon and vanish together with your army.

After her successful talk with her uncle and giving the egg back she leave the castle without anyone noticing, she wear commoner's clothes and a hood to hide her identity then she goes in the city and found herself infront of the door in brothel. She's been in here many times but she's not here to fuck, she's here to learn on how people do it she has to learn before she gets wed, so she will know what to do.

She walked around and watch, you can be anyone you want here, here no one will judge and you're free unlike in the castle every move she does people will always comment.

She stumbled in a room full of people enjoying themselves there's a woman and man, man and man, woman and woman, and alot. Something inside her awaken while watching people do what they want with each other's body.

"This place is not for me" she whisper to herself and walked away but she was meet by pile of people running toward her direction and she was pushed inside a room.

"Fuck" she cursed under her breath, she fixed her clothes she looked around the room its bigger than any other rooms in here, there's a curtain inside the room she didn't try to peek who knows what's happening behind those?

She was about to walk away when she hear moans and groans, a guy was moaning, moaning and screaming her name.

"No, I maybe just misheard it" She convinced herself even though she knew that her name is a unique Valyrian name.

She was about to leave when the curtain swung open revealing her uncle Daemon completely naked. She turned around and tried to leave when Daemon caught her wrist and pinned her to the wall.

Daemon looked at the woman who entertained him "Leave now" Daemon ordered the girl to leave and Randeila looked away hiding herself inside her hood but Daemon tugged her hood so he can have a clear view of her face.

"What are you doing here?" Daemon questioned his grip to her tightened making sure she wouldn't get away.

"Nothing, can't you dress up?" Even embarrassed Randeila still manage to comaplain.

"Oh I do not take orders from you, Randeila" he grip her jaw and forcefully turned her face to him.

"It's princess, kepus" she fired back, Daemon let out a sarcastic laughed.

He pressed his body against her, the feeling she felt earlier while watching people fuck each other came back and she's feeling something down her.

"I am asking again, what are you doing here?" He said and caress her soft skin, he's hand traveled around her body he leaned to nuzzle her neck, she smells just the way I imagine her.

"None of your business" Daemon hummed, he's too busy planting kisses in her clavicles to answer, he can feel her swallowing hard making him smirk.

Daemon has few ideas what her beautiful niece is doing in a sinful yet beautiful place like this, it's either she wants to fuck, watch or learn.

"Have you ever been kissed?" Daemon asked and looked in her eyes,

"Once" and she can't even tell if it counts it was a peck, a fucking peck she was 13 that time when the son of her former septa was being too nice to her and her being too curios she stole a quick kiss and just leave.

Daemon laughs "Real kiss? Kiss until you're out of breath yet still wanting for more, a kiss with pure desire and need, that kiss" Randeila looked away embarrassment written all over her face but Daemon didn't care he was searching for an answer.

"Answer me" He kissed her neck and the skin above her chest, he's fighting the urge not to tear the dress off her and see what's under of it.

He press kisses all over her neck and slowly his hands target her sleeves and slowly tugged it down revealing her right breast, he slowly massages it and trapped her nipple between his index and middle finger.

"Please..."  Randeila purr, he's going to lose his mind just by hearing her beg.

She held the back of his neck and connect her lips to him, she doesn't know how to properly kiss someone but something inside her told her to kiss him.

When Daemon pulled away she knew she messed it up "Sorry" she muttered and fixed her clothes.

"Hey, no it's just- I can't take you here," he reasoned but Randeila is too ashamed to understand his words.

"No we shouldn't even doing this" she snapped "this is wrong just imagine what my father will think if he finds out I'm going to fuck a married man especially his own brother" she added and left she was hiding her embarrassment through anger.

When she walked away Daemon pulled her back, her back hits the wall she let out a small groan but he didn't care he's been enduring this erection she gave to him for too long and no woman has ever satisfied him today not even Mysaria.

"Yeah? Well what also would your father think if he finds out that his heir is begging for me to fuck her, that his daughter will be fucked in a whore house" Daemon leaned closer to her face, she was glaring at him, god forgive me of what I will do to her tonight

"Darling earlier you were whining and moaning in my ear begging for me to take you here and now you're pushing me away" he whispered, he grabbed her breast and gently rubbed it, she tried to nudge it but Daemon caught her wrist.

"If you're so confident why don't you take me here then? fuck me here and make me beg for your cock" Randeila challenge her and he immidietly attack her mouth, licking and nipping her lips.

Randeila's hand roamed around his body until it stopped on his cock she held the base of it and slowly pumping it.

"Oh fuck" Daemon's head dropped in her neck, she can hear his loud panting and moans.

She moan loudly when Daemon tighten his grip to her breast, she kissed him to contain their moans, she felt so hot like her body is burning, her high pitch moans echoed when she felt Daemon bit and nip her neck her hand move fast making Daemon throw his head backwards, she feel hot liquid in her stomach they both look down and saw a white liquid dripping down Daemon's leg, he cums.

Randeila chuckled "Well isn't that a nice view, uncle" she teased.

Daemon smirked and was about to kiss her again when she pushed him and started fixing herself.

"What are you doing?" Daemon frowns, she turned at him and answered.

"I already gave you what you want, what you desire, I made you cum" She turned at him "What you think I will give myself to you?" she chuckles and leaned closer to him, Daemon can see the valley of her breast because of their height differences.

"I am not giving myself to you and treat me like I'm one of your whores after, you will never own me" She declares wearing her hood and left him there.

That woman will be the death of him, and the night he promised to himself that one day he will have her in his bed, whining and begging for him to fuck her.

a/n: yes i know my writing is bad but this is my first time I'm really sorry, im still learning so bare with me please

#daemon targaryen x reader #harwin strong x reader #criston cole x reader #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #hotd #daemon targeryan #rhaenyra targaryen #fanfic

[wordsbymae]

King of the Outlaws (Alwyn) Alphabet 18+

Hey everyone! Hope your weekend was lovely! I'm planning on doing part 2 for Alwyn and the reader but in the meantime, while I watch a documentary, I thought I should write up his alphabet. Alwyn is a clear fan favourite so I hope this lives up to the hype.

Also, I hope I don't need to say this but I will just in case, I do not condone these sorts of actions!!! Or any actions in any of my work. This is pure fiction. The yandere aplhabet is not mine!

TW: This one is gonna be pure filth. Fem!reader, insecurities, insecure thoughts, smut, implied murder and violence, implied corruption kink, reader has got big boobies :), term whores used as a historical term, oral sex. Please use discretion!!!

Minors turn away now, please!

Let's get into it!

Part 1

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I think I have a thing for strong, beefy, tough, rough and somewhat aggressive yanderes being kinda dumb and just so in love with their darlings. Cause this man is all that and more. He is still cunning and witty, being able to plan the perfect heist or the perfect kidnapping. He is an expert manipulator, liar and pickpocket. He can run across rooftops like it's nothing and can outrun any guard after him. He's vicious with his daggers, silently assassinating anyone who is in his way and he is an expert swordsman (not in the way he knows the names of the moves just in the way he knows how to kill someone quickly and cleanly). But!!!!!! he just becomes this dumb, obsessed puppy whenever you're around.

Above I said he was an expert at kidnapping people. Yet, he failed every single time when he tried to take you and you had no clue. He would get distracted when he was meant to steal you cause the way the sun hit your hair made you look like you had a halo and he just forgot he was meant to yank you away. Or his men were meant to do it but at the last minute, he thought they would hurt you so he just tackles them when they go to do it. Also, he could have very easily stolen you from your room (despite what he said) but he would get stuck just lovingly staring at you from the tree he was meant to use as a ladder to your balcony. By the end of the week his men know he doesn't want to kidnap you for ransom and that he's obsessed with you instead, I see them encouraging him and trying to lift his mood, coming up with plans like "we can kidnap her father and threaten to kill him if she doesn't marry you" or " what if we threaten a noble to ask for her hand and at the last minute we swap you at the altar". he just groans and lays his head in his arms. He thinks he's never going to marry you and each mug of ale makes him think that the first plan isn't too bad at all. Until it's announced any man, noble or not, can ask for your hand as long as they can afford your bride price. To him, it's the ultimate jackpot. If he is able to get enough money (easy for him) he can marry you the honest way, and he can kid himself into believing you wanted him.

If people thought he was violent before it was nothing compared to the bloodshed he caused during that week. He went absolutely feral, robbing every single wagon, caravan and traveller who was stupid enough to journey through his woods. He does not care at all about the suffering he's causing (he used to let some people go, but now he's killing anyone who even thinks of hesitating to give up their coins) he is just thinking of you, sweet, beautiful you. I'm not gonna lie and say that his thoughts of you before he got betrothed to you were wholesome and pure. This man is a slut in the fullest meaning of the word. His thoughts of you are 90% centred around sex. He hasn't seen you naked yet (that happens the week before the wedding when he's hiding under your bed as you change) but he doesn't need to. He's more than happy to imagine you kneeling in front of him in that pretty blue dress of yours, your tits practically spilling out from the fabric and you're just looking up at him with those innocent eyes. he can only hope you would need him to help you through it. That you would need him to instruct you to unbuckle his belt and to edge his pants down and take out his cock. he could only hope you would whimper at the sight of it and look to him for guidance. That he would get to praise you as you would begin to leave soft kisses on its head before hesitantly taking it in your warm mouth.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

He was so cocky when he got the money, he didn't even think your father would refuse, so yeah he just waltzed into the castle and demanded to be seen by your father and even got some of his men to keep the guards happy (by fighting them all). He's then ripping open the doors, throwing the money on the table, falling into the chair in front of your father and begins discussing what colour theme he wants for the wedding (but he's happy to let you pick). The thing is he had no idea that you had made a deal with your father. He had no idea that your father was forced to say yes to him (always a man of his word), he really just thought your father was impressed with him. I think he gets quite sad to find out your father didn't say yes because he was blown away by his charming personality and good looks. You might have to reassure him and sook him for a few days.

All in all, to anyone else he is not a nice person, charming and slightly whimsical yes, but still an outlaw that would happily slit a man's throat if it could him a penny. To you? He is the sweetest man alive, constantly wanting to touch you and talk to you and do things for you. he is the ultimate dream man.

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Since he didn't 'abduct' the reader, just replace the abduction with forcibly married.

A = Affection (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?)

To him love is sex, but sex isn't love. The only intimacy he has ever had with women is through sex, and while he was never in love with them, it is the only way he really knows how to show his affection. He wants to prove to you his love through physical touch. Not only that but he is obsessed with your body as well, very much on his knees kissing your ankles sort of stuff and worshipping you. He is always trying to get up your skirts, constantly touching you and trying to convince you to have sex, anywhere and everywhere (he tried to convince you to do it while riding once, you thought it was a joke and he had to awkwardly pretend it was too). H

e is very possessive as well but he is a bit of a strange one, he wants to show everyone who you belong to, so he will try to fuck you in front of his men. He is more than happy to talk about your body and your sex life to them and will only stop if it makes you visually uncomfortable. but it is a fantasy of his to just take you on the large table in the planning room. You on your back, legs open wide, just cock drunk as he thrusts into you, showing you off to everyone. He will keep your dress on though and will probably kill any guy who seems to be enjoying themselves too much, but his ultimate fantasy is making sure everyone knows who you belong to and how much you love getting fucked by him.

B = Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to you?)

He was willing to kill anybody and everybody to get the money to marry you so yeah bloody. But very cruel as well. Tortue sort of stuff. he takes pleasure in killing and he is very good at it. i do see him being very quick with his killings, you have to be when assinating or during a robbery, but when it comes to you and someone tries to steal you from him or worse, your father tries to send men to 'rescue' you, he is going to be very cruel. blood and screams everywhere. just so they know not to fuck around with him. he also wants you to know that he is willing to do that for you and will encourage you to watch, instead, you very understandable run out of the screaming either crying or very anger at him. he just goes to find you arms open wide, blood everywhere trying to hug you. You would be the most mad if it was your father's men and i see him getting a bit frustrated because hes trying to prove to you how much he loves you and you dont understand.

C = Cruelty (How would they treat you once abducted? Would they mock you?)

he is very sweet to you in his own way. he won't be cruel deliberately but as we've seen he doesn't think before he says things or even does things. hell call you things he thinks are cute (like heifer, goose or whore) and even be a bit forceful (throwing on the bed, picking you up, not letting you outside the woods, etc), or even does things that the reader is uncomfortable with, (making her sit on his lap in front of other, touching her stomach, asking for her to sit on his face, putting his hand up readers skirt in front of his men and making her come in front of them, bragging to his men he has the prettiest princess and that they can only dream of a cunt like hers) but he never goes out of his way to be cruel or to mock. especially during sex or when you're opening up to him. Some people like being called mean things during sex but not this reader, this reader needs lots of support so being called a slut or whore or a dirty girl during sex will probably lead to some tears or anger. she doesn't see herself like that and would hate for him to see her like that. he thinks those names are 'cute' but learned very quickly to not call her them unless he wanted a broom to the dick.

on the other hand, he is very quick to reassure the reader and support her. at the time of writing this I haven't written part 2 but he has had a little insight into her own self-esteem and he can see it isn't very strong, so he will be quick to notice body checking or disinterest in food or staring too long at some of the leaner women that run with his crew. hell shut those down real quick, but sometimes the reader doesn't show any signs until she's hiding away crying, but because he's obsessed with you, you don't get a lot of time alone so he knows very quickly when that happens and is quick to help ease things.

D = Darling (Aside from abduction, would they do anything against your will?)

This one is tricky because I don't plan on the reader being opposed to him, I mean (and this going to sound bad) the reader was so desperate for someone to love her and for someone to desire her (whether they liked her personality as well or not) that when he started to show romantic (but mostly sexual) interest in her she was so happy and relieved someone (anyone) liked her that she was like well ok cool I guess I'm married to this guy then. and yes she does actually fall in love with him (he's been in love obsessed since the first sight). what I'm trying to say is that the reader very rarely says no. I mean look at their first sexual encounter, she never out rightly says no (even though the absence of a no doesn't mean yes) she doesn't actively struggle nor fight back with the intent to cause immense damage or to run away, she is happy to let him show his desire for her when he reassures her he is actually attracted to her and not just pretending to be.

So he never has had to force the reader to do anything, while she might protest a little ( and depending on his mood will drop it or continue pushing) but if he continues to push she is happy to let him. also as their relationship develops he's less likely to push things as the reader's confidence has grown and he doesn't want to get hit with a broom. But if she had fought him since the wedding? actually, try to hurt him and say nasty things or try to flee when they stopped for breaks on the way to the woods and really tried to fight him in his bedroom? I'll leave it up to your imagination but he's never been told no before.

E = Exposed (How much of their heart do they bare to you? How vulnerable are they when it comes to you?)

he will tell you everything, and it'll be the oddest secret and timing as well. He'll be fucking you from behind, hands gripping your hips and deep moans and high-pitched whines filling the room as you feel his heavy balls thud against your clit, and then he's grunting out how this reminds him of the turkey he once stole from a farmer back in the day and how he got into a fight with the turkey and how the turkey won and then how they become best buds until he got hungry and killed it for dinner. You have no idea how it reminds him but you really don't want to know.

also, he'll whisper to you in the middle of the night when he doesn't think you're awake that he doesn't think he's good enough for you, the bastard so of a lowly knight married to a lady. he talks of how he is terrified some lord is going to catch a glimpse of you and steal you away from him or worse you'll freely go. its the only time you've ever been scared of your husband when he whispers how he will never ever let you go and if you try to leave he will butcher your father's people before stringing your family along the castle walls, then he'll find whoever you runaway with, watch as he disembowels them and then how he'll fuck you next to their corpse. he says all this before kissing your head and going back to sleep. he still thinks you're asleep while you're there thinking how lucky you are to actually love this man and that you want to stay with him, for your family's sake.

F = Fight (How would they feel if you fought back?)

ahhh reader never actually fights back with the intent to hurt or escape so I don't really have a plan for this.

I said before that if the reader from the get-go was rude, and mean, fought him to hurt him and objected to his charms for sex he would not like that at all, but I'm taking this one from our reader's actions, not a hypothetical reader. I think this reader would only play fight or pretend fight like half mad half joking, and boy would he love it. he has spent his whole sexual adulthood fucking whores, whom he didn't really have any affection for.

don't get me wrong he was kind to them but he still took what he wanted without caring for their pleasure (i gotta humble you guys he's a man from a historical time period do you really think he knows where the clit is, or that it even existed?), he would go rough and fast chasing his own pleasure like a greyhound after a rabbit. but with you, he changes tactics, at first he planned on rolling you onto your hands and knees, flipping up your skirt and just driving his cock in, but then you got all sad and sappy and he got a bit affectionate so he was a bit gentle and slow and actually tried to get you off.

but he still is a man who likes it rough and fast so when you start to play fight with him, he is imagining pulling you down onto his cock while he lays on his back, hands tight on your hips as he harshly bounces you on his throbbing member. he would love to watch your tits bounce and he would love to tease your hardening nipples as he praised you for being his dirty little slut (first (and only) time he called you that you slapped him- you were born a lady so you got pretty mad) who just couldn't go one day without his big fat cock driving in and out of your cunt. you on the other hand are just having an innocent play fight over the last date biscuit.

G = Game (Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching you try to escape?)

he is a very jolly sort of person who would enjoy making sex a game. since the reader never plans on leaving and honestly doesn't see anything wrong with her husband or the shrine he has of her in the back room, he also thinks there's nothing wrong with threatening to kill her family if she ever left (even if she was 'asleep' when he said it). so while he is silly and a bit ridiculous it isn't a game to him, instead its the life he's always wanted ( a pretty woman sitting on his cock while he sucks on her nipples)

H = Hell (What would be your worst experience with them?)

when he says he has a surprise to show you and it's a half-dead man tied to a chair that you barely realise is the man who grabbed your arse in the marketplace. he'll use this as a good reason why not to leave the woods without him.

you had hoped for a puppy

I = Ideals (What kind of future do they have in mind for/with you?)

he is a simple man. you on your knees wearing nothing but jewels he stole for you, mouth open wide, tongue out, eyes begging for his cock while he pats your head and calls you his good girl.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)

yes, he does get very jealous and he most definitely lashes out. but it's almost always his fault. he'll be the one to fuck you in front of his men, he'll be the one to sit you on his lap as his fingers fill you up while his men watch with greedy eyes, he'll be the one to brag about how sweet and supple your breasts are and how glorious they look with his seed spread out over them. So what was he expecting when a few of his men's hands wander to their own members when you walk past or a few greenhorns who don't know not to touch get a bit close and daring after listening to your loud moans all night. he gets very angry and very bloody. and hes down a few crew mates after that.

K = Kisses (How do they act around you?)

like he'll starve without touching you.

L = Love letters (How would they go about courting or approaching you?)

courting? he didn't even give you a choice in marrying him, there was no courting. unless you count him following you everywhere and listening to your pleasure yourself as he hid in your closet the week before the wedding, he does.

M = Mask (Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?)

yes, but if anything, everyone else gets the real him, cruel, violent, rough and a real killer, while you get the sweet, kind and charming him.

N = Naughty (How would they punish you?)

sex but in a fun way. like I said reader is more than happy to stay where she is so she never fights him on anything but he may 'punish' you if you decide to tease him or if you have been a bit cruel to yourself. he will either make you sit in front of a mirror as he fingers you and makes you repeat kind things about your body after him or he will edge you until you apologise for giving him blue balls.

O = Oppression (How many rights would they take away from you?)

none, except freedom of going somewhere and not being followed by a killing machine puppy.

P = Patience (How patient are they with you?)

very, we saw that in their first real conversation when the reader kept turning her head and he kept missing her cheek. while he was frustrated he was still very patient and would have allowed the same thing to happen a few more times by finally holding your face still. unless your teasing him with your tits, as long as you don't bend over in front of him and show him how hard your nipples are from him right now, you could do anything and he would wait patiently, so yeah teasing sex is a no go but telling him long-winded stories or getting a bit mad at him and giving him the silent treatment, he won't snap or anything

Q = Quit (If you die, leave, or successfully escape, would they ever be able to move on?)

hahaha, all the woods burnt down, and your family castle in ruins.

R = Regret (Would they ever feel guilty about abducting you? Would they ever let you go?)

no.

if anything he might feel like he's not good enough but hell be damned before some lily-livered lord tries to worm his way between your legs. he might not be good enough but neither is anyone else. so no not really and no never ever letting you go.

S = Stigma (What brought about this side of them [childhood, curiosity, etc]?)

just who he is really, I know some yanderes can have multiple darlings over their lifetime or whatever but he never had this side of him till he fell in love with you. I think its' really true love. but he also loves the idea of possessing something that nobody like him ever could imagine processing, an outlaw marrying a noblewoman. it's like the peasant boy's dream to have a lady begging for their cock, he's corrupting this woman who is so much better than him with his lowly peasant seed.

T = Tears (How do they feel about seeing you scream, cry, and/or isolate yourself?)

he would feel terrible, mainly since he made you cry by calling you his pretty heifer.

U = Unique (Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

ahh nothing I can think of.

V = Vice (What weakness can you exploit in order to escape?)

his lust but come on why would you want to leave him?

W = Wit’s end (Would they ever physically hurt you?)

no no no no no, only in play or in sex and always if you allow it. hypothetical reader? yes

X = Xoanon (How much would they revere or worship you? To what length would they go to win you over?)

he adores you, he's on his knees worshipping every inch of skin he touches. he killed people for you so yeah he would go to very long, very bloody lengths for you.

Y = (How long do they pine after you before they snap?)

he saw you and then very quickly decided he wanted to keep you forever, so really as soon as he heard you make a funny joke about dogs

Z = Zenith (Would they ever break you?)

no, can't break what is freely given to you.

#oc yandere #oc alwyn #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #oc #yandere drabble #yandere prompts #female reader #oc outlaw #chubby!reader #insecure!reader #midsized reader #yandere alphabet #yandere fantasy

[dirtytransmasc]

Rhaenyra is the rightful heir, do u support team green also because you think that aegon's claim is stronger because he is a man?

honestly, succession doesn't matter all that much to me, I'm not a political person even when it comes to fantasy shows. but let me have a spin at explaining my take.

Rhaenyra was the true heir, she was the first born and she was the named heir, I agree with that fully. but with the way we see her act, I personally don't think she would have been a good queen. she tends to expect a lot of others, give little in return except she she's desperate for aid, and picks self benefit over what's best for the realm (having multiple bastards, "killing off" her husband in place of another that will weaken her ally ship with the velaryon's, running of to dragonstone, etc.) and then will harm those who threaten to topple her house of cards (putting the blame and wanting the torture of a child after her own son cut out his eye, asserting her son onto the Driftmark throne even when he had no claim, killing an innocent man who stated a simple fact, etc.). I think she would have ruled with fear and very irresponsibly. at the end of the day, my thing is, is that Rhaenyra was never prepared for the throne and was coddled (that's Viserys's issues) and she was unfit for the throne because she could never seem to out the realm before her and her children. Daemon is also insanely cruel and rouge and Rhaenyra refuses to put him on a fucking leash which is another massive problem (if he could stop killing people that would be great in my opinion)

Now, do I think Aegon has a better claim cause he's male? no, I think men and women are equally capable of ruling. do I think Aegon would be any better? no not really. I do think that with the counsel of his mother, who served in Viserys's place for years and always thought of everyone else (the court, house, allied houses, and the realm while also thinking about image, money, etc), his wife (who was beloved by the people and had their interests in mind), Aemond (who was an excellent warrior and was well studied for the task of being king), Otto (if he could pull his head out of his ass was one of the best hands. key word, if, but it stands for something. he understood and played the game of politics for years), and Criston (he definitely wasn't made to be hand, no matter how much I love him, but he was always a good inside ally to the greens) could help him rule much better than Daemon could for Rhaenyra and many of her allies were similarly not well suited (most not all). again, Aegon and his court would be far from perfect, but they were much better suited for the task in my opinion.

but at the end of the day, the Targaryen dynasty was crumbling, rotting away day by day. I don't think either side could have saved it, I think both had flaws that were ingrained to their core. while Aegon's line might have kept it alive a wee bit longer, it wouldn't be substantial. war and bloodshed was biting at their heels and total death and destruction hovered over their shoulders.

neither was fit to be heir. Rhaenyra being the rightful heir by both birthright and by claim through Viserys doesn't make up for her not being fit. Aegon having a cock doesn't make up for him being unfit. that's the moral of the story.

I'm not pro green cause I think Aegon deserved the throne, I'm team green cause they're more interesting in my opinion, they also just happen to be my pick if I'm forced to pick a side in the war.

in a perfect world they would have come together as an actual godforsaken family, say their overdue apologies, strengthen the house as a whole, made up for the years of infighting and ruled together through Rhaenyra, that personally what I want, but it'll never happen in a million years. so yeah, that's my take on the succession war. throughout the whole timeline I may shift closer to one side than the other, but 90% of the time I was with team green, even when I wanted nothing more for Aegon to be allowed to run away to essos

#we're going off only the show here #just to clarify #no one could save that house at that point #not truly #so I think the whole “who should have claimed the thrown” thing is kinda stupid #cause I could argue all day why neither deserved it #but if I had to pick #id go with the greens cause they seem the most capable #considering they were always undigging the graves they were thrown into (for the most part) unlike Rhaenyra digging hers deeper and deeper #till she realized she was fucked and then making it eveyone around her's issue #neither would have ruled well but Aegons court would have ruled better #by just a smidge #not enough to save the house though #they might have seen another generation or two of true rulers to the the throne but that would be it in my opinion #it would have fallen to the same shit show that it did after the war in canon until the house collapsed in on itself #you can bicker and bicket for days about it #who should have ruled. who caused the war. who's to blame. who's this who's that but honestly. does it really matter? #it was fucked ever since Viserys was crowned #thats where the succession crisis started #viserys fed those flames with his idiocy and neglect till the flames became a wild fire that destroyed everything it touched #pro team green #anti team black #anti rhaenyra targaryen #(precautionary tags for my own mental well being) #aegon ii targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #dance of the dragons #hotd #house of the dragon

[dragon-kazansky]

His Little Dragon

Doc Holliday x OC

Dedicated to @callsignscupcake

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Doctor John Holliday hasn't seen his darling Little Dragon for many years. Once as thick as thieves, they were quite the pair, but that long since ended when he left. Now, with opportunity blooming in Tombstone, it would seem they have a second chance at the love they lost. However, a threat looms over the town, and if he wants his Dragon back, he has to win the heart of little Baylie too. Nothing is ever easy.

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Chapter Twenty Eight - Stolen treasure

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They ride all day, not stopping unless absolutely necessary. As nightfall draws in, they find a place to camp.

Rachael is more than happy to stretch her legs at that point. Whiskey is just happy to rest up.

Doc climbs down from his own horse and immediately goes over to check on Rachael. His hands settle on her waist and she chuckles as she turns around to face him. He immediately steals a kiss, not caring for the company they keep.

Rachael shies away and bows her head down after the kiss. Doc chuckles softly and guides her over to where two beds had been made up for them. Rachael sits down and get cosy next to Doc.

Wyatt stands at the edge of their camp looking out into the distance. Somewhere put there to cowboys were running and causing more trouble. Trouble for Wyatt to find. They wanted the chase.

This chase was going to end in bloodshed.

Who's blood? Wyatt can't say for sure, but he is going to fight to the bitter end.

Some men had been sent to scout ahead for the trail in the morning. Wyatt intended to wait for their return, allowing everyone else to rest up.

It's late when the scouts return. Most of the group have fallen asleep by now.

Wyatt turns when he hears the horses approach. Despite them slowing down at they bear the camp, the scouts look like they have something to say. They hurry over to Wyatt and pull him to the side.

"Well?" Wyatt asks.

"No cowboys sighted, but we did come across a carriage."

"A carriage?"

"Over turned. Nothing seems to be stolen though. The horses are dead and the carriage was empty, but all the luggage seemed to be there."

Wyatt frowns.

"Show me."

The scouts nod. Along with Wyatt they all head out. Wyatt trusts Doc to take care of anything unruly happening at the camp while he's gone.

It's early morning. Doc is the first to wake. Rachael is curled up beside him, sleeping soundly. He smiles softly and kisses her forehead before rising up out of their make-shift bed. He stretches his arms out and takes a deep breath. It had been some time since he last slept out under the stars. Those were the days.

As John steps through camp, he notices that Wyatt isn't around. His horse is gone too. He frowns. If something had happened, he was sure Wyatt would have woken him up to help him. Perhaps he had gone to scout ahead too.

Intending to at least get something to eat, he made his way over to the satchel on his horse. He was about to go digging through it when he heard horses quickly approaching the camp.

Doc looks up.

Wyatt and the scouts have returned and there is something dark and solemn about their expression. Doc doesn't like what he sees.

"Wyatt?"

"Everyone wake up! Wake up!" Wyatt yells.

Everyone starts to stir and wake.

"Wyatt?" Doc tries again.

Wyatt looks at Doc with a pained expression. Something is very wrong.

"Saddle up. Now. We have to go."

"Wyatt." Doc says his name with a warning tone. He needs the man to start explaining now, but he still doesn't. Wyatt turns his horse away and waits at the edge of the camp.

"What's happening?" Rachael asks, looking up at Doc. He comes over and helps her to her feet.

"It seems we need to get on the road. Come, darlin', let's pack up."

Rachael helps Doc pack up their few belongings and within the hour everyone is on the road following Wyatt once again. He seems determined to get somewhere, conversing with his scouts. Rachael can't help but let the worry set in. Something is wrong. He's keeping something from them.

Doc glances at Rachael and sees the set expression on her face. He turns his eyes to Wyatt and rides over, needing answers.

"Wyatt."

Wyatt turned a his head to Doc.

"What are you not telling us?"

Wyatt clenches his jaw.

"Tell me, Wyatt."

"They found a carriage. Overturned. I went to take a look. We are heading that way now. Doc, you have to stand by Rachael no matter what happens, okay?"

"Wyatt."

"Okay?" He asks again.

Doc glares at him slightly, but nods.

It's not much further ahead. Wyatt brings them all to a stop. Rachael rides to stop by Doc and Wyatt. She's confused for a moment.

Her eyes follow the road ahead to the overturned carriage.

"No..."

"Rachael-"

"No!"

Rachael hops off her horse and hurries over to the wreckage. Doc follows quickly. Wyatt really should have said something.

Wyatt joins them on foot.

There was no mistaking it. This was the carriage Baylie had left in. Scarlet's carriage. The two horses were dead, the luggage was laying around the back. Rachael was quick to climb up so she could look inside.

Not a sign of anyone.

"This is... This is the carriage Baylie was in. Miss Scarlet's carriage... Baylie? Baylie?!"

Doc hurries over to Rachael and helps her down. He pulls her into his arms and holds her. She begins to panic, grabbing at his coat. Her breathing begins to quicken.

"Wyatt, why didn't you tell us this sooner?" Doc asks, turning to his friend.

"I had to be sure."

"Sure? There is no doubt about it. This is the one. Where is Baylie? Where is our girl?"

"I don't know, Doc. I don't know!"

Rachael cries into Doc's shoulder.

"Baylie. Baylie..."

Doc keeps a hold on her.

"I hope you have a plan, Wyatt."

Wyatt takes his hat off and runs a hand though his hair. This certainly does look back, but there is no proof of anything. Except... the luggage is still here and the horses are dead. They had been shot. A sure proof way of the carriage not going anywhere.

Where was everyone?

"Doc, you take Rachael to the safe house. We can't rule out that they may have made it by other means. I'll take the others onward. If everyone has made it, send word. If they have not... find us. If they do have Baylie, may Hell come their way."

Doc nods his head once.

Wyatt watches the couple for a moment longer before returning to his horse. Rachael doesn't even look at him as he rides off. Doc continues to hold her. If any harm has come to his darling girl, those cowboys don't know what's coming.

"We need to go," he whispers to her.

"Our Baylie..."

"I know, my little Dragon. I know. But we must go. She may be there waiting for us."

"If she's not?" She asks.

"Then I will get our girl back."

Rachael wipes at her eyes and turns away from Doc. She looks at the carriage. Something burns with in her chest. Pure anger. Anger unlike anything she has ever felt before.

Doc can see it from the way she holds her head higher. She glances at him over her shoulder.

"Let's go." Her voice is firm and cold.

Doc follows her to the horses and they climb up. It's Rachael who takes the lead. The dragon is determined to reunite her family by any means necessary, and no one shall get in her way.

The two ride out toward the safe house.

It takes them more than half a day to get there. It's a small ranch out in the middle of nowhere. It was supposed to be a safe place for their daughter to stay at until they were done and come and get her. Now, Rachael was wishing with all she had that little Baylie was on this ranch. Their girl better be in that house.

They ride down the hill and over to the house. Rachael slows Whiskey down and jumps off, running toward the house.

"Baylie? Baylie?" Rachael calls out.

Doc jumps down from his horse and follows Rachael over to the door.

"Baylie?" She calls again.

The door to the house opens and a lady steps out. Rachael stops and looks at her. The woman looks sad and that's all Rachael needs to see.

She falls to her knees and cries. Her heart is broken.

"Baylie!!!"

Doc rushes to her side and wraps his arms around her. He holds Rachael against his chest while she cries out her daughter's name again and again. The woman stands by her front door and cries silently herself.

"I'm sorry," she says to the couple. "I'm sorry."

Rachael can only feel pain. Her girl, her Baylie, is gone.

It's kneeling there on the ground that Doc swears Hell is coming. No one takes his daughter and gets away with it.

No one.

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@bayisdying - @callsignscupcake - @mrsjaderogers - @cycbaby - @gracespicybradshaw @kiichirose - @askmarinaandothers - @themusingofagothicsoul - @gizmodear - @beaner-life-23 - @luckyladycreator2 - @scissorhandsgirl2000 - @mclintocksdaughter -

#doc holliday x rachael #doc holliday x dragon #doc holliday x oc #tombstone 1993 #his little dragon

[hellcatinnc]

Star Crossed Myth Dep. Of Punishment Game Review

Includes Spoilers for Partheno, Ichthys, Scorpio, & Zyglavis

So I will update this later with Dui & Krioff because I never got around to them and they are the least interesting to me so might be awhile I will update when I do but for now these are my favorite gods in order for the punishment side.

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Partheno

This man I swear I had so many emotions with him I smiled, laughed, was in awe, and even think I fell in love with him a bit but I also cried. He has such a sad lonely story its not hard to see why darkness consumes him. I'm a virgo and at the end of his story I'm proud to have him be a god of my sign. He became my favorite pretty fast and I didn't see that coming at all. He has so many emotions and I loved falling in love with him in the story as much as my girl did. That being said I look forward to all his chapters because I think I could easily get lost in him. His flirting and his personality is contagious and even though you find its from his darker self I don't think thats fully true cause in the end you see he will do anything for you and the way he admits he is in love he is so romantic.

I didn't think he would become my favorite but I'm actually glad he is. He is the god of love and beauty and it fits him in the end. Although he doesn't fully stand for everything the virgo sign is when you find out how he gets labeled as virgo you see why however the roll was perfect for him. I loved how he was willing to do anything to be with the love of his the only woman who has ever loved him. I honestly believe in the end after all the darkness and bloodshed he would walk through hell again if not give his life to you save you in the end because you are his love. I love how he even tells you in the end please take ownership of his heart more the less because he will never love another if men were more like this I swear it would be a better world.

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Ichthys

This man has so much heart and although I reviewed him by himself I honestly couldn't see leaving his explanation of his character to one post like this. Feel free to read the rest of my review on him. That being said he had me smiling most of the story and I truly felt his pain and his passion. When he loves you he truly can love you with everything his heart can handle and more. His story had me in tears and the love this man has for you by the end of this he is willing to give up everything for you, everything to save your life. You can find his full review HERE.

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Scorpio

I honestly thought what a asshole from the start and I honestly thought he was a tsundere don't get me wrong he is a tsundere but you learn why. He is cold because he knows what being human is like and he had such a hard life as human he couldn't imagine one human being good. However after you annoy him and he says bitter things all the time when push comes to shove he was willing to burn the world down to protect you. This mans passion is intense and although his story didn't have me in tears it did however I did love watching him changer and become a better man. In the end his words about wanting you to love him more so that he can show that love back to you that was the sweetest thing. Not gonna lie his one picture he was smoking hot in and as a god as well. I can say I think not only is this man a tsundere but pretty damn dominant in the bedroom too.

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Zyglavis

I wanted to play this guys route because damn he is just so pretty however I got bored really quick. He really isn't even a tsundere in my book he is like a squeaky clean gotta do shit by the books sometimes comes off cold so maybe swings more towards kuuderes. Now with kuuderes I can take or leave some are adorable others like Zyglavis aka Zig not so much. Even when he realizes he is in love with you the first thing out of his mouth is you cry alot for anything from now on I want you to cry just for me no other... LIKE WHAT?? Where does that sound like something romantic to tell a woman? Even when he admits he is in love it was cute but that was it. He was teased by the other gods and instead of being cute about it or yeah I love her kinda thing he decided to scold them. I don't know even when he gives like this smirk he has its a bit creepy. Little to say he was not a favorite of mine at all he just needs to stand there look pretty and say nothing.

#star crossed myth #star crossed myth department of punishment #department of punishment #scorpio #ichthys #Zyglavis #scm ichthys #scm #scm zyglavis #scm partheno #Partheno #voltage inc #voltage games #voltage otome #review #reviews #星を越えた神話 #otome

[unbindingkerberos]

Clandestine Meeting

Words: 887

Warning(s): None

Tags: @poisonedtruth @children-of-epiales @shegetsburned @unpetitoiseau

"Adler, where the hell are you?" A voice crackles in Henry's comms. "Taking care of some pests, Cohen." Henry replies, voice obscured by rapid firing coming from his assault rifle. The mercenaries had just cornered him into a dead end. The only thing stopping the bullets from killing him was a wall that that he was leaning on-- chunks of it clattering to the floor.. "I'll send in reinforcements they'll--" "No, no need." He manages to shoot three mercenaries down. Eliza's voice starts to rise in anger but Henry turns the comms off before she could even start. He doesn't want her nagging to get in his way. The rifle eventually jams and Henry sighs in irritation, ducking from the zipping bullets. He feels something crawl out of his vest pockets and smiles.  

"Zulu-20.."  

The drone chirps in acknowledgement. "Make me proud." The drone makes haste and crawls to the mercenaries. The enemies were so focused on taking out Henry that they didn't notice the little drone. Viewing the footage from Z20 from his watch, Henry got a clear picture of the other side. With a twisted smile, he opens another application.  

Just by a single tap, the mercenaries were gone in a loud, explosive flash and all that was left of them was a large spot of soot and fallen debris. Henry wolf whistles, examining his latest work. Feeling a presence behind him, Henry pulls out his pistol and-- 

He tuts and puts the pistol back into his holster. "I could have shot you, Deimos."

"Do you have what I asked for?" 

Henry tosses something to him. The other man receives it, revealing the item in his palm. Deimos huffs. The item in question is a sleek black USB drive; containing sensitive information within the RAINBOW organization from operator files to the facility's floor plan. "I knew I could rely on you." Deimos tucks the drive in his pocket. Henry rolls his eyes, scoffing. "Were you beginning to question my loyalty or my ability?"

Deimos laughs dryly. "Did you really have to ask? Loyalty to you is simply nonexistent." He moves in closer and Henry narrows his eyes. "As for your ability to get the job done, well it was exceptional." Deimos glances at the area where Z20 detonated. "I remembered when RAINBOW was just like this: a ruthless and merciless pack of apex predators who gave not a single damn." Deimos sighs, reminiscing of the old days of bloodshed and violence. 

"But that came to an end when Harry stepped in as the new Six, I'm guessing." Henry replied, a bored and sardonic tone in his voice. Deimos stares at him, an ominous air in the wind. "You already have suspicions on what I'm going to do next right?" Henry nods. The other man laughs, clasping both his hands together. "Right, I forgot. You don't give a damn about anyone.." 

Henry huffs in annoyance when Deimos's gloved hand lifts his chin. "Which is why you confuse me, Babel. You clearly don't show loyalty to anyone but yourself. However--" with his other hand, Deimos taps his forehead--"you still work for them. For Harry. Why not join my cause? I need predators like you to take down men like Harry." Henry's nostrils flared and he swatted away Deimos's hand. 

"I don't think I'm inclined to reply."

The sound of gunfire and shouting mercenaries were faint but slowly growing near. "I guess this marks the end for our appointment." Deimos grins behind his mask. He gives Henry a few pats in the back before walking away-- disappearing in the shadows. The sounds of footsteps were growing louder. Henry switched his comms back on.

"Adler!"

Henry meets Eliza's furious gaze and returns with a smile. "Ah! Still in one piece I see!" The woman marches toward him, Jordan following behind. Her arm was about to swing at Henry when Jordan intervened. "Ash, don't. It's not worth it." 

Its always like this after missions, Henry thought. They should have at least gotten used to it by this point. A voice crackles in their comms telling them that the mission is complete and that transportation is on the way. As they left however, Henry could still feel that lingering presence.

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It was after he repaired his drone when Henry received an encrypted message from Deimos. The task was to monitor Harry and notify Deimos when something interesting or valuable is noted. Henry hums and purses his lips in deep thought.

"Henry!"

He looks behind him to see Marius approaching him. He lifts a brow. "What brings you here?" There were a couple of possibilities playing in his mind. Does Marius want to talk more about his Leeches? Or perhaps the German wants to ask Henry's opinion on modifications he plans to make on the Magpie. 

"There's this documentary I found about upcoming technological innovations and I think you might like it.."

Henry's mouth went agape, baffled by the offer. "You want me to watch a documentary with you?" Marius nods eagerly. He bites his lower lip; remembering the task he was given. He could just tell Marius that he isn't interested but at the same time, he doesn't. Oh well. Stalking Harry and his every move could wait.

"I can see nothing wrong with that. Have you decided the time?"

#rainbow six siege #henry adler #rainbow six oc #henry babel adler #r6 oc #r6 oc babel #r6 deimos #r6 jager #r6 ash (brief appearance) #r6 thermite (brief appearance)

[cordeliaflyte]

I dreamt that because of a great flood, most of humanity was now living on ships. The floods caused food shortages, and each ship - whether it was a small sailboat with a primitive roof housing a family of fishermen, or a large ship belonging to a noble family housing aristocrats, their servants and their guests - acted as its own economic unit. Money still technically existed, but due to major changes in the fabric of society, there was a slow but noticeable shift back to a barter economy. The two main commodities were food and narcotics.

First we followed a pre-flood feudal economy. A small village struggling to produce the amount of pineapples the king demanded of them. It wasn't a question of whether they had enough to eat - they were practically starving - but whether they could loot enough to give to the king's men so they wouldn't tear their village to pieces. So much bloodshed on such an empty stomach.

Then, post-flood economy. We follow a noble house. This is a patriarchal society where every member of a noble household (relatives and servants) are formally subordinate to the patriarch. It is, however, more complicated than that. A huge amount of importance is put on scrying, prophecy, and dream visions, with minor prophets springing up everywhere. Those who predicted the flood before it happened have gained a substantial amount of power. At least 5% of the population now claims to have some prophetic ability.

These prophecies - some of which are granted more credibility than others - influence matters of family. In some ways, this society resembles Ancient Rome: divorce, remarriage, and adoption (including adult adoption) are incredibly commonplace, and ordained by politicking and prophecy. We follow one such household. A woman (who looks exactly like Marcia Succession) is married to a new husband. He is probably her fifth husband. Their match was ordained by a generally credible prophet, so she accepted it.

A few months into their marriage, however, husband and wife get into a theological argument. Something involving mushrooms. Resolving it is of such importance to the husband that he embarks on a solo journey in a tiny canoe to speak to a remote oracle, leaving his wife with primary command of the ship.

There is a power struggle between her and the most important servant, who attempts to execute far more control than is technically her right. The wife resents her, and they have many disputes were both are clearly seething and finding it very difficult to restrain themselves from screaming at each other. Oh also the servant looks like Mrs Cobell (??) from Severance fame or whatever her name was. The one with grey hair.

The arguments are always started by the servant, who chides her master's wife on matters of moral conduct, religion, and childrearing. Their relationship is complicated because the servant was part of the patriarch's household, and thus, has known him longer than his wife has. He clearly puts a lot of trust in her, as, while he gives control of most matters to his wife, he makes the servant responsible for the household ship's drug trade during his absence - something he is usually involved in.

And the wife doesn't WANT control over the drug trade because she has no experience with it and also disapproves of it but pragmatically accepts it as an inextricable part of post-flood society. But she also doesn't want the servant whom she REALLY does not trust at all and sees as a spy to have said control either. And it must be handed to the servant that she is very good at trade.

But once the servant crosses a line - she orders her mistress to do something instead of passively aggressively criticising her. And also the wife sees it as a ploy to try to extract information from someone about something important. I don't know what. But something important. And she snaps and yells at her and says that it is she who has sole command of the ship in the absence of her husband, and that the servant had better watch her tongue, because there is nothing stopping her from throwing her overboard.

And the servant backs down and says, through gritted teeth "of course your ladyship.... Btw I completed that drug deal so we are now significantly richer. Anyway I'm off to my quarters now". Then I woke up so I couldn't say exactly what it did to their power dynamic.

Another fact about this society that I didn't know how to weave in: the nobility is FAR more traditionalist, religious, and believes more in prophecy (which is kind of in conflict with the traditionalism - as prophecy was a way more fringe part of their religion before the flood. But after many prophets were completely right about predicting the flood everyone was like OH SHIT and started taking them seriously. But the nobility moreso than the common people).

Divorce and remarriage and adoption are, as above, very common, but again, more widespread among the nobles. The flood killed many and left countless orphaned children, which common people would adopt. But for the nobles it was complex and political and the average noble would go through AT LEAST three spouses in a lifetime.

The marital age was very young - and even younger for women than it was for men. And when a remarriage happened - because someone was widowed or divorced or sometimes because prophets were like "you must marry this man right now! Divorce your current husband NOW!!!" there would always be a lengthy and tedious process determining whether each member of two household-ships (from the couple's siblings to the scullery maids) would remain on their household-ships or move to the other. And it was, of course, orchestrated by minor prophets and diviners.

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[iris-sistibly]

The Targ Talk (a review series): House of the Dragon episode 9

[🔥]

Lord Beesbury being loyal to Rhaenyra until the end 😭😭

Ser Erryk Cargyll seeing Aegon's incapability to rule.

In both the book and the show, Aemond Targaryen is a much more worthy opponent to Rhaenyra and the Blacks (compared to Aegon) even if he's a Daemon wannabe. Had it not for his mother's orders OR his mother in general, he had already murdered Aegon, took Helaena to wife and the iron throne for himself.

RHAENYS FUCKING TARGARYEN STOLE THE ENTIRE EPISODE!!! I love how she took no bullshit and real talked Alicent about her being a puppet to the men of her family. I was like, "Yaaas momma do tell her!" it's about time she realize that!

And of course, if "save the best for last" is a person that is Princess Rhaenys, just as Aegon was having his moment, she literally ruined the ceremony on dragon back. She could have burned the greens right then and there, end this once and for all. However, I do not think this will make Rhaenyra's ascension any easier. Aegon has already won the hearts of the commonfolk, if he dies and she ascends the throne it would still cause an uprising, the Hightowers and those who swore obeisance to Aegon wouldn't sit still. And even if Nyra and the Velaryons have dragons, there are many ways to kill a dragon so…yeah, whatever options they have would still result into a bloody war.

Meleys up close 😍😍

[Meh]

There are fans who are quite confused with Alicent's character in the show. I too find her inconsistent, she went from being a child who was dragged into her father's schemes, to actually being one of the players, having every intention to make her son heir, then slashing Rhaenyra in a fit of rage, and now after misinterpreting Viserys' last words she suddenly wants to prevent bloodshed and protect Rhaenyra from the greens murderous plot? Is it because she had Viserys' "validation" that her son was the one his grace wanted to succeed him? The weirdest thing was, she went from being "you are no son of mine" from the last episode to actually being nice to Aegon. Some viewers say that it's because she had been a pawn for far too long that she doesn't really know what she wants…maybe.

A part of me believes that she cared for both Viserys and Rhaenyra, and I appreciate her efforts to prevent bloodshed, putting her foot down against her asshole of a father, protecting Rhaenyra and her family despite everything they went through. But after that scene in the previous episode where she paid the maid to shut up about Aegon destroying her virtue, another part of me THINKS that MAYBE she wasn't really doing this to protect Rhaenyra but Aegon. If Rhaenyra's entire family is murdered, people are gonna point at Aegon as a murderer and a usurper, remember that not everyone believes on what Alicent said about her last convo with Viserys. Chances are, those who are loyal to the princess would question Aegon's ascension and would cause chaos. Even if they have dragons, that doesn't make them immune, AGAIN there are ways to kill dragons BUUUUUT knowing Alicent, she's pretty keen on keeping her son's image clean. Orrrr just simply, she was just performing what she believes Viserys expects her to do: make Aegon king and keep the peace within the family.

So…those are my two thoughts.

P.S. Olivia Cooke looks absolutely gorgeous 😍

Fun fact: Alicent was very much involved in all of the green council's plan of making Aegon king. According to Septon Eustace, Alicent and the greens have already anticipated Viserys' death and had already given instructions to the king's guards and servants when the time comes. In Munkun's True Telling however, Queen Alicent hurried the king's death by poisoning him. (Source: Fire & Blood by George RR Martin)

Damn I wish somebody would actually take time to listen to Helaena, the girl is literally spewing terrible things that will happen in the future. She's like Daenys the Dreamer in this timeline, except nobody actually cares to listen to her.

Aegon has no interest in ruling a kingdom, perhaps the reason why he has been slacking off was because his ego got hurt when Viserys never changed the order of the succession and that made him feel useless af. So he lived up to it, but y'all can tell that he loved the attention from the commonfolk.

Fun fact: Aegon acknowledged Rhaenyra as heir and refused to take part in his mother's schemes. He was convinced by Criston saying that the princess might execute him and his brothers once she becomes queen. (Source: Fire & Blood by George RR Martin)

YOOOOOO! Larys Clubfoot jerking off to Alicent's feet? I didn't see that one coming. I don't even remember him having a foot fetish in the book, but yeah…that's doesn't change the fact that he is a key player in the dance.

[WTF]

Otto Hightower never ceases to amuse me in a really bad way. In the earlier episode he went from blabbering to Alicent about how Rhaenyra's gonna murder her kids once she becomes queen, now here he is plotting to kill Rhaenyra's entire family upon Aegon's ascension, pulling the "this is what's best for the realm" card to justify his bullshit 🤡🤡.

Criston Cole being Alicent's rabid dog is funny and pathetic af. Being rejected after a one night stand hurt his ego so much that he not only hated Rhaenyra, but also her children and those who support her. Still a lame ass character. I am aware of the fan theory that Cole might be the real dad of Jace. Again, in the book the true father of Jace, Luke and Joff was never confirmed (Harwin Strong was suspected bc duh). However, I do entertain the idea of Rhaenyra not drinking the moon tea and getting preggers, if so it would be a huge slap on Criston's face.

#hbo series #george rr martin #house of the dragon #olivia cooke #rhys ifans #tom glynn carney #ewan mitchell #phia saban #fabien frankel #eve best #alicent hightower #otto hightower #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #ser criston cole #rhaenys targaryen #matthew needham #larys clubfoot #fire and blood #3Ts

[rwbyazre]

How do the different criminal underworld's of each kingdom function in your au?

The criminal underworlds aren't really something I super built on outside of a few factions that're important to AZRE's personal stories.

Vale

Vale has a few criminal organisations, all of which are fighting each other for the more lucrative territory, but the two biggest names there are the Wicker Men and the Xiong Family.

The Wicker Men is the name for Roman Torchwick's gang, who're based on the lost boys from Peter Pan with Roman being Peter Pan and Neo being Tinkerbell. They first started when Roman and Neo were aged out of the care system and gathered others similar to them, with the sole purpose of doing what they want since no one gave them what they needed.

They mostly run on robberies for many expensive things like cars, Dust, jewellery, dealings, shakedowns on businesses, but they can't go near businesses that're ran by the Xiong family.

The Xiong family is an older organisation that're based around the Xiong and their relatives. You can come into the group if you're not related, but you tend not to get very far since the highest positions are reserved for the family.

It first popped up in 5 PTP by Junior's grandfather Xiong Taifu, as during the Colour War, the police force and government were too preoccupied with fighting off Mistral and Atlas to keep crime down, along with growing anti Mistral sentiments in the kingdom.

Originally only based in a small backstreet club that Taifu owned, the organisation grew with the Xiong family specialising in information brokering, blackmail, club racketeering and gambling. By the time that Junior is in charge, he expanded to own over half of the clubs and betting shops in the capital, and his marriage to Muffet Malachite allowed the Xiong family connections to the biggest crime syndacite in Mistral.

There's other groups and such running around, but these two are the big dogs in the Vale underground.

Mistral

As mentioned before, Mistral has a similar running to Vale but whereas Vale is constantly fighitng with each other, Mistral has a strict hierachy that can be moved about with the rise and fall of gangs, but has a lot more taboos and ettiquettes.

Typically lower ranking gangs don't go near the territories of higher ranking gangs, or try to go into their businesses, and acts of disrespect are often ended first with the heads discussing, and then violence if it doesn't resolve the issue. This is why a lot of gangs don't tend to murder each other like in Vale, because the higher ups would rather avoid unnecessary bloodshed that would cause power vaccums and bring the law down on them quicker.

There's a few families that hold the highest ranks in the underground, with one being the Spiders run by Atlas-born Muffet Malachite. They're very recognisable with their purple uniforms and spider themed tattoos reminiscent of the tattoos that other gangs have.

Her smart business sense and pragmatism helped her build her influence outside of the middle rings, as she runs a lot of the inns and social clubs that most people visit, but also established connections with the Xiong family in Vale when she married Junior.

There's also a severe human trafficking gang in Mistral that runs the underground fighting rings that Zanthus found himself in. They typically take Faunus, using them for entertainment and betting like old gladiator games, and while certain Faunus can win enough admiration to be bought out of the rings, many just fight until they die.

If Zanthus didn't escape, his fight with another that unlocked his Semblance would've ended with him being bought by a few interested betters.

Atlas

Atlas has some of the worst crime in the kingdoms, especially in Mantle, because of the intense criminalisation around like 90% of every single thing in this stupid kingdom. It's even worse in Mantle due to the poverty inflicted by Atlas.

A lot would say that the Macaques are one of the biggest crime groups, but that is because they technically are in Atlas' law book, despite the fact that they are actually not and in every other kingdom lawbook, what they are doing is within the law to do so.

But there's differences between Atlesian criminals and Mantlese criminals. Atlesian criminals have more of a wealthy air about them, and try to present themselves as honest businessmen and citizens while also dealing in a lot of white collar crimes like embezzelment and conmen.

Whereas Mantlese criminals are more blue collar criminals with a very high drug crimes and such with many gangs running the streets. The safest places to be in Mantle is the Macaque-sanctioned areas, because no gang would go near anything that is run by Lou.

Vacuo

For Vacuo, the biggest crime issue in this kingdom is the human trafficking abuse. Before they were hired by Merlot, Carmine and her gang, the Crown, ran around all of Vacuo and trafficked people for numerous things, and is able to get away with it for so long because Vacuo is so fractured and struggles with the different provinces refusing to unite.

It's very easy to get lost in Vacuo as well, so people disappearing so much wouldn't immediately be chalked to the trafficking rings. There are other organisations that try and get a piece of this very lucrative trade, but the Crown is the big dog of this game and that infamy is why Salem and Merlot recruited them in the first place.

It's also the hotspot for piracy with Isla de Toroso at the bottom of the continent, right in the Goldrush Sea. Pirates had been there for centuries, and have only gotten more and more better equiped after the Atlesian and Mistrali occupations of Vacuo, where they could steal not only better ships and weaponry, but convince underpaid and abused sailors to join their ranks.

In modern time, the pirates have formed a society of their own, similar to real life Nassau, where the different crews work together and the strongest and most infamous captains lead. Originally, it was Captain Noirbarbe who was the head of the captain coven, but in 67 PTP, Muireann Duibhshíth took control of her own crew and ship; the Kinslayer, and was titled the Pirate Queen due to her charisma and fierce skill.

Menagerie

Menagerie deals with a lot of smuggling with contraband, especially given the restricted tradeflow with the other kingdoms due to Menagerie's unique formation. It's more common in the coast cities like Asíle, whereas the more inland cities like Vikela find less smugglers for typical out of kingdom goods due to just how hazardous the trip between cities is.

Gambling is also illegal in all of Menagerie, but many places have hidden gambling and betting dens for people to bet on cards, fights and such. They are typically more family run than formal gangs though, whereas the bigger smugglers tend to be agents from organisations off shore in other kingdoms.

That is the basic outline of the underworlds of the kingdoms!

#rwby #azre #lore #answered #luke.txt

[damnbrosius]

mahogany or rainbow

memory prompts

Send [ mahogany ] for a materialistic memory.

Gold. Gold, gold, gold, enough gold to drown a country, enough gold to be worth the magnificence of the greatest king. That had been a wish he'd granted long ago, before the modern-day four kindgoms had even sprung up.

Not only had it been selfish and vain, it had been boring. Usually, being happened upon by authoritarians and monarchs with no regard for their people was something of a good day for him--it provided him an immediate means of entertainment that would be passed down as cautionary tales for ages thereafter. But the straight-forwardness, the lack of any irony or self-awareness... The way the tiny man before him in royal robes had honestly thought the best use of a staff that could create anything was to use it to adorn his kingdom with enough glitter to sate his ego.

So it had been one of his more lowkey creations. As the wish had been stated very clearly but left more than enough room for interpretation, a snap of his fingers had created something that would fulfill the terms but with a much different spirit. Somewhere in modern-day Mantle, there's a small fountain in a park, where homeless men occasionally dip their hands into the water to steal coins. The statelier men and employers and police, they all frown on it--that money is for charity, don't they have any shame? None of them actually knows what charity is supposed to empty the fountain of coins, but it doesn't matter, because the fountain never runs out.

Enough gold to drown a country, enough gold to be worth the magnificence of the greatest king. The water in the fountain would always produce coins when it wasn't looked at, making sure that those in need always had some means of survival. The greatest possible king would understand it, endorse it, and would take steps to make sure it wasn't necessary. But there you have it.

Send [ rainbow ] for a LGBT+ related memory.

He still looks back on the Mark of Apollo with fondness and sadness. He'll always have a soft spot for those who sought him out over matters of love.

It had been the last person to find and use his staff before Ozma stole it. This was back when the Great War was still in its final stages, when technology had advanced, but with Ambrosius' only looks at it being weapons of war, terrible constructions that far outstripped the swords and spears of yesteryear. The man who had called on him had been a solitary sniper, a soldier in his mid-twenties grizzled and jaded by the bloodshed, who wanted to see the face of the man he'd never been able to confess to. A terribly unlucky one who had loved from afar and now felt it was too late as he was part of the war effort.

Ambrosius had chosen to grant this wish through the creation of a golden ring which fitted around the sniper's scope. Clasped on appropriately, when the scope was peered into, it would show the sniper the man he loved, wherever he was, and what he was doing, and if he was well. The potential for distraction was high, of course, but he'd reasoned that if this ended up causing the soldier's death, then at least he would die happy.

Ambrosius never got the chance to find out if he had survived the war, something he sorely regretted. The next time he'd been summoned, it had been by Ozma, and that had been the day Ambrosius' power had been used for terrible devastations. And after that...he'd been sealed behind the door.

He still thinks about that sniper every so often, and regrets not doing more to ensure his safety. He was almost certainly dead either way, by now.

#asks #flightofaqrow #the history of the staff [ lore ]