#i almost forgot how much i love my beautiful dragon wife

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Snow falls (Dark Aemond x OC/Reader) chapter 27: Bath and belts ((Aemonds pov)

🔷Summary: You are Aemond's wife from the North that he claimed and your relationship is quite complicated.

Wordcount:6069

🔷Author's note: Really dark aemond i am not messing around with tags.

🔷Warnings: Smut, p in v, bdsm, dom/sub themes, spankings, whippings, degrading (oc recieving) fingering (f recieving) anal sex, oral sex, bathtub sex and violent sex (but its consensual)

This is not the new chapter haha this was a old one i forgot to publish. I didnt forget i was terrified to post it

Aemonds pov.

Big innocent eyes stare at me. A face of innocence that is desecrated with stains of cum. And all of that belongs to the wicked little fox who has managed to find a way into my heart. She gulps when she sees the belt hanging by my side as I stride over to her. Her big Northen eyes are filled with fear and confusion and a hint of curiosity. I grab my fox without ceremony by her hips and lay her over my legs, her ass up.

She does not know yet. She suspects but as always her innocent good mind will paint a prettier picture than her world truly is. So, I tell her what will be done with her. "My little fox needs a good belting." I make my voice a soft husky whisper.

"Aemond, please dont-" She begs desperately. I don't take well to those kind of words. Please don't. Please don't be mean to your siblings, Aemond. Please don't hate your brothers for having a dragon. Please don't harm your sister please don't kill me..."please, my master. I am frightend." She confesses as tears shimmer in her beautiful eyes.

I don't listen to her pleas. If I did, she would still be maiden. I bend her over my knees, exposing her for all she is. She gasps and cries silently when I softly let my belt caress her back, giving her time to feel it before it will hurt her. "Please, husband." She begs another time. "I don't want to be whipped."

I smack my lips in thought, conflicted. My fox is frightened for good reasons. But I want to see my mark on her body. In more way than one. And I am her husband. She is my lady. She will do as I tell her to do. "No one does, little fox. No one does." I coo in her ear when she cries out helplessly. I pet her back and give her several sloppy kisses. She accepts them all.

Willa's naked body is beyond ready for me. I force my fingers around her nippels, feeling if they have hardened yet. I groan when they poke against my own thumbs. "As hard as sapphires. Such a good girl for me." I comment, causing Willa to blush. She does so easily. I chuckle in her ear.

My thumbs leave her breasts before sinking to her triangle between her legs. I need to push her against me so she won't tense up and explore her cunt. When I am done, my fingers are soaked and wet with her pleasure. I grin. "You enjoy your time on my lap, hm? You enjoy being helpless." I grit out to her. She nods as more tears fall. Tears of shame, fear, and self hatred.

I almost feel pity for her. Almost. My fox is a complicated young thing, still uneducated in so many ways. "It is good, that you enjoy yourself. You would hate being my wife if you did not. See it as a gift of the gods, that you have found a way to love this almost as much as I do." I tell her my voice gentle yet full of mockery.

Willa lifts her dark haired head to glance at me her eyes full of hope as she briefly licks her dry lips. "I will suck if you don't hurt me."

That makes me chuckle. My little fox has figured that one out so fast. She is a devious little fox for trying to bribe me. For that, she will be whipped one extra time. As much as amusing it is to see Willa finally understand the fastest way to earn a reward from me, I promised her before I won't give into her begs and her pleads.

It is not how I want my wife to be. Our marriage is not one out of love, yet my sweet fox hopes it one day can be. That can only happen if she accepts the cold truth: That I know best. Always. Especially when it comes to her needs.

I force my voice to become cold as ice when speaking to my wife, scolding her. "Your duties are to me. And right now, that means that I will whip you, little fox. I will make you writhe and cry so loud that your Northen gods can hear you." Willa wordlessly wails and I feel my cock harden.

I pat her head to mock and humiliate her further."We can discuss your need to suck me later, when you have had your belting, my sweet." I tell her when she whimpers loudly. I kiss her tear stained cheeks.

I push my reward on her belly and grab a pillow for her face to rest on. I make sure her head is resting comfortably. "Your pillow is your reward." I tell her. "If you even dare to hide your cries, I will take it away. Is that understood?"

She gives a soft, terrified nod. "Y-yes." She manages to mutter out loud.

I become more aroused as Willa almost hides herself into the matress. I feel my power over her grow as she makes peace with this for her terrifying reality. "Yes who?" I demand, harshly kneading her ass cheeks.

"Yes, my Prince." My wife obediently mutters as another tear falls.

I smirk, as I lift the belt. Willa whimpers before I even slashed her. She is such a timid little thing. So breakable. So precious.

And all mine.

Driven by that thought, I bring the belt to her behind cruelly bringing it down on her behind. Willas delightful screams of pure terror make my cock jump.

She becomes frightend as her sigil and tries to escape me. I won't let her. Not until her belting is properly done.

She will learn soon enough. I slash her behind cruelly with the belt, listening to my fox cry out and watch her buckle on my lap as a wild cat. It turns me on quicker than she knows. Especially when her tears start falling as little precious snowflakes as I increase the blows dealt to her behind. She gasps and moans as she whimpers. I rub her back and give her what she has earned. I am her tormenter.

Her left hand isn't doing anything so I force it around my cock. "Rub me off as well." I tell her almost groaning to her. She nods as her fingers gently stroke my cock when I give her the one after the other merciless slash.

Willa's whimpers only become louder and I smoothly enter one of my fingers inside of her cunt to make her happy. She is even wetter than before. She is aroused by this, the little naughty fox. Good. So am I. I can't help but mock her. "I could have my brothers entire army, all 80 thousand men fuck you and you wouldn't be statisified, would you Willa?" I growl.

As a answer she whimpers, ashamed and worried."I am so sorry." She just wants the slashing to end. "Whatever reason I've given you for this, I am so sorry, Aemond. I don't understand... We were doing so well." We.

I feel fear rise in my chest as I quickly scoff. "You went to a whore. You went to see Aurelia. And you were ungrateful when I killed her for you." Willa screams as I let the belt touch her behind once more.

"All for you, Aemond." So she keeps saying. I don't believe her. No one does things for me. No one. Not my mother, not my brother, not my grandsire, not even my own damn father did things for me. I do things for me. I don't exist for the rest of the world. Not truly.

Willa understands finally that I am her master and that she is my pet. Her eyes lower obediently, and she settles on my legs. I still hold her down. But once she sighs and lowers her head, I know my fox has finally surrendered.

She will obey my rules. She will listen to my command. And no one, no one else is going to give her what she wants. Only I. She can accept the pleasure I hand her, or she will go without any.

She confuses me greatly. I want to keep her from harm, which is not an easy task. The girl is curious and too stubborn for her own good. My lessons will only help her so much; I fear most of Willa's wild spirit comes from her roots.

There is no cure for that, unfortunately.

But I want to hear her scream nonetheless. I want to hurt her, but I don't want her to be harmed. I want her to be mine and mine alone. She is a possession I can't share.

I rub her entrance. I enter with two of my fingers as Willa appreciates very well. My fox is a needy one, and most girls prefer three fingers as it becomes closest to being filled. Willa, however, enjoys two the most. It's because she knows there is another one coming soon. She takes my fingers so well and eagerly that I often need to discipline her to remind her who of us holds the power. So eager she becomes.

I hush her quietly when rubbing her as she cries in my arms. "That was your punishment." I tell her when gently patting her cunt. That makes her cry out even louder. "Now we can talk about your pleasure." I whisper, coating her easily with her excitement. She nods bravely. My little fox is many things but not a craven.

Willa is excited and happy to be free of the pain. She endured the worst of it.

Or so she thinks. I wait smirking a little bit when my fox happily and naively turns her back to me. Only for me to belt her a final time and a hard one at that.

"Ow!" Her cries go straight to my cock; who hardens beneath Willa's body. She briefly tries to buck and flee when glaring at me through her tears. I smirk at her.

She is such a beautiful thing. And she is all mine. "Now you are fully done. Time you have your cunny fucked." I tell her. "On your knees." I gleefully order her.

She obeys, still crying when getting on her hands and feet glaring at me.

My smirk vanishes. "Soften your face little fox, or I will help you with another whipping." I warn her. Willa nods wordlessly and tears up losing her glare. Much better. The desperation in her eyes makes me nearly come in front of her.

"Follow me." I tell her when making my way back to the bathroom.

She once was a maiden when I took her into bed the first time. I showed her her true purpose as wife. I fucked her on the bed, on the table in her ancestor's war room and I also made my claim with her when we were traveling. I laid her down and fucked Willa as an animal in the middle of the open roads for anyone to see.

I wonder if Willa is telling me the full truth of it. Was she trying to be a good sweet loyal wife, and trying to appease to my pleasure when she hired that whore? Or does my fox need a little more spice and dirty when I handle her in the bedroom?

I think I know what she'll like next. Willa loves to be powerless and to be in pain. She is a complicated young woman who often fights these dark desires she has, but I for one welcome her to be as she wants to be. I won't judge her for wanting to be beaten. I don't judge her for wanting to lose.

Because I only want to win from her. And I only want to win hard.

Willa follows on her feet. I stare at her in shock because of her audacity. "Little fox. I believe I told you to crawl." I cross my arms ready to belt her another time.

But I briefly recall my orders. I told her to kneel, and I told her to follow. Perhaps Willa simply didn't understand she was supposed to crawl behind me as my little dirty pet. Judging by her big northen eyes full of confusion, no she wouldn't have guessed I would humiliate and toy with her as that.

She gulps but does talk back to me, surprising me and arousing me at once. "That would have taken me much longer." She tells me and that is true, I won't deny that. She knows I am a man of reason. A man with a mind.

But I am furious she dares to disobey my command. She dares to question me. I know what is best for her. I am her husband. "I don't care it would have taken you longer. You will return to the bedroom and crawl back here. Do you understand?" I bark at her. She flinches and for a moment I see fear...and also a tiny hint of arousal.

But she turns back to the bedroom and disappears. I groan when stepping back into the water of the bath. I fucked Willa briefly on the stones here, but I have plans that will cause my fox to cry and to make her understand perfectly why no one else is better suited for her. She is my wife.

My cock wants me to barge in the bedroom and grab Willa and fuck her standing. Just to fully own and control that what belongs to me. To fill her delicious walls capture me and for her cries to be directed to me and my body. She deserves it.

I groan. Willa is taking her sweet time with her sweet tight bum and cunt, so once again I have some time off. I think of her sweet little cries when she happily fucks me, begging and in tears when she fucks my cock. Its stained with her blood and she begs me for more. She is spend and clearly tired but my poor good and well mannered fox knows her husband's desires are her task. No one else can statisify me and without satisfaction my fox is not allowed to rest.

She caters to my every wish and demand when I handle her as a doll existing solely for my pleasure and my wicked mind. I strip and belt her first, throwing her on my writing desk when ripping her corset open revealing her hardened nippels and her jiggling breasts.

As an animal I squeeze her breasts tightly as Willa is forced against my hard thick shaft. The once so innocent doe eyed maiden is confronted with my dark desires.

And As a monster, I let my sharp nails go over the nippels before hissing in her ear and force her to look me in the eyes for what comes next.

I flip her the way one would flip a dead corpse before raiding its pockets. I flip her on the table and pin her down with my weight leaving dozens of kisses of lies on her shoulders and her throat. Kisses that lie that I will be gentle and sweet. Lies she believes so easily simply because she wants to believe them.

And she does. She believes me. Until my cock enters her pristine and tight well kept cunny and I sink into her hot warm pure delight. Willa would not be Willa if she was not a little bit wet for me. She is always a little wet when we start, slightly so I can ease my cock in.

I take Willa as I would take any woman. She is not special when she is under me. She is as any other female and she had met her conquer and match in me. I dominate the poor girl with through posessive and rough pounds at her cunny that begins to create more wetness as the fucking continues.

It's confusing and breaking her to be handled as this. She loves it partly. She loves the pleasure. But she hates that she loves the pain as well. She is ashamed and still a scared girl of pain not knowing fully how wonderful pain can be.

Her weeping becomes louder as I gently fuck her on the table and I show her some compassion for her bravery by kissing her cheeks. "You are so good for your husband..." I tell her. Willa is as sensitive to words as she is to touch. I simply look at my beautiful conquest before leaning in. "You are a good girl for me, taking my cock so well." Willa pants softly as a anwser heavily blushing, happy that I let my approval be known.

She is so beautiful. So damn tight. So fucking wet. So terrifyingly haunting. And yet so terriblely insecure. My fox needs my approval. Willa needs to hear praise often that she is doing the right thing. She often searches for my praise with her big eyes.

I dive back inside her and I am met with a wave of wetness of the fox. I fuck my cock wet on her and I bet if I were to make her suck it she would taste only herself on it. Willa is so wonderfully tight and wet for me that I must handle her with both my hands. And finally...

Fuck.

In reality that little spawn has finally found her way into the bathroom. She takes notice of me back in the steaming water and my fingers wrapped around my cock. She blinks a few times as if processing this moment. As if she wants to remember it forever.

She clears her throat to announce herself, wanting me to scurry away with my fingers. She wants me to be embarrassed about touching myself. Of rubbing myself when thinking of her image. Instead of cowering or hiding I rub one extra time so she can see it properly and pretend to get up from the bath.

Willa flinches and loses our little power play as she backs against the wall. I feel my lips grow into a smirk as I calmly lean against the back of the tub, staring at my wife. She eyes my cock and I notice that briefly the tip of her tongue glides over her lips. It is very briefly. Barely a moment.

"Uhm.." I feel my lips smirk at her insecure greeting. "I-i am here, Aemond. Or did you uhm prefer a title?" She thinks I make her call me master because it's arousing to me.

It is not. My own name, that is too arousing. She becomes too powerful when she wields that, and I must not grant her anymore power. She has too much already.

I focus on my fox. My sweet fox. "Get up little fox." Willa obeys, getting up from the ground with blushing cheeks. She is used to being a pawn and a chess piece but to be owned as a whore? I will show her.

We have had sex, yes many times. Willa has been spanked, yes, many times. Willa has had rough sex and Willa has come all over my cock many many many times.

This time will be different. I have something planned for my fox. And I am not sure she'll like it. But that does not matter. I am her husband. I'll make her like it.

That will change today, I have decided. It is past time that my little fox fully became my wife. She will be obeying my wishes tonight. All of them will be catered to and for every bit of rebellion I will hurt the girl.

Willa plays with her dark locks as she waits for further instructions. She is such a good wife to me. She is more than my fox and my pet. It's just a shame that I must protect her from the rest of the world. And her own foolishness.

Willa sees a colourful rainbow when looking outside when I see the world for what it is. Without my protection and my name she would be helpless dead and alone. I must protect her at any cost and any means.

Still that does not matter now. Willa won't run. No one will take her from me. Not even my useless cunt of a brother.

A husband's duty is to provide for his wife. And to take care of her needs. Willa seems needy in my opinion. So, I invite her to join me. "You can use a bath too. Why don't you join me, little fox?" I ask sweetly setting up my trap.

She seems surprised by my offer but nods. "If you wish me to, I will join you." I tell myself it would be easier to fuck her if she is within my grasp.

But this voice that I thought I had lost long ago reminds me I have another motive. I don't want my fox near me out of sexual pleasures. Not alone.

I want her near me for me. I want to feel her heartbeat and not just because I like it when it speeds up. I want to be near her for her.

I force myself to scowl and study her body. "I don't wish anything little fox; I demand." I remind her with a strict elite tone.

Willa knows how to respond to that very well and lowers her eyes out of obedience and pure submission. "Yes, husband." Her voice is gentle and timid.

I hope she does join me, and I don't think I ever bathed with another lady before. "Come, Willa. This bath was your idea, and you filled it. You should at least enjoy it." I tell her, inviting her by offering my right hand.

Willa becomes closer but her laugh betrays that she is not agreeing with my compliments. "A wife's duty is to take care of he husband. Filling a bath is not so difficult. I swore -" I hush her. She does so much for me. And yet she talks herself down.

The truth is I would not know how to fill a bath nor do I care to know. I have servants who do it for me. I watched Willa as she prepared mine with great interest and worry. Such a tiny breakable thing...

Targaryens are said to love fire. I do. I just don't love it when Willa is near flames and can hurt herself. I watched her as a hawk.

"Don't talk yourself down. Only I may do so." I warn her when cupping her chin. Willa breaths out as my hands caress her chin. Gently I kiss her lips. She hums against my lips.

I force her left feet in. Her right foot next. I am still laying and I can reach just her cunny with my mouth since she still stands up. Willa looks a little lost so I help her settle in.

She nods, her face still dirty of my cum. She can lean on me if she wishes to and I won't let her go. Finally Willa sits down opposite from me.

Her cheeks are red with heat and shame as well as arousal. The water might be a tiny bit too hot for her, but I hope that if it's hurting her that she will be brave enough to speak up about it.

I watch her for a moment, as her eyes go over the bathroom walls and over the floors looking for something. She does not know what to do.

She tries to get herself together. She is still hurt from my whipping and the dead servants that I killed. I sigh before briefly coming closer to her and give her a soft kiss on her lips. She kisses me back and moans weakly when I leave the kiss first. I bend my finger and command her over to me.

I force her on my long legs. She is sitting comfortable but so close to my cock. Willa seems to enjoy herself and leans in to my body, fully embracing this moment. I kiss her neck, leaving a traill on her collarbone before moving to her shoulders.

I bend her slightly and force her hands on the edge of the tub so she has some hold on. My cock hardens. I am in control. Willa is delightfully naive and chuckles nervously. "Aemond? What is happening?" Oh my sweet innocent fox.

I line myself up to fuck her cunt. "You'll see." I tell her instead of explaining. Show, don't tell. That's what they say.

I sniff her scent before slamming myself inside her. I am met with the most delicious little noise in this world. "Nhn! Husband!" It is closely followed by two grunts of her pain and a soft very timid; "Ah..." just hearing her accept makes me happy. It feels good to fuck what belongs to me.

I decided to talk her through it. "You are so tight, little fox. Unfortunately, you fell for my trap." I boast but Willa has no desire to speak against me or to rebel. She wants this. She wants to be taken advantage of. She has become such a good wife to me. Altered perfectly to all my needs and desires.

I hear a sound. A delicate and soft, almost offended whimper from my wife's mouth who can't believe I trapped her in my bath. Or perhaps she can't believe that something so dark can feel so good. "Nhn!" Willa moans.

Gods I'll never tire of that sound. She feels wonderfully wet and tight when I slide inside her claiming her deeply. Willa exhales when I take her roughly in the bathtub, not caring about the water that ends up on the floor.

Willa's cries of pleasure and pain fill the room as well as my grunts and groans as I fuck Willa in the warm water. I grab her by her shoulders as I cruelly invade her body by fucking its entrance. I do have one thing left for her. One final present."Do you trust me Willa?' I moan in her ear when riding her. She can only grunt and groan when I fuck her so I stop for a brief moment to give her some well deserved rest.

She nods. "Yes Aemond. I trust you." I force our faces together before grinning. Willa closes her eyes wants me to kiss her.

"Stupid girl." I tell her. "You are far too trusting. You have learned nothing." I say but I do give her a soft kiss on her lips. She enjoys it. I can tell she does.

She hisses in pain before accepting that this is happening to her. She feels tight. She feels good. I am convinced I died and have entered heaven. I force her hips to join as well, eager for her to show how much she wants this.

Willa joins me and finally my little fox slams back into me, forcing my cock all the way inside of her with a soft delicate moan. I grin when taking her as my conquest and my spoils. She keeps moaning and grunting as I savagely pound at her pussy until she cries of pleasure.

I wait a moment before dealing the final blow to her. "Little fox. It is time for your final punishment. You will never seek out anyone else after this. You will only be mine. Fully. And you will be loyal to me. Fully." I tell her strictly.

She nods so very fast. Everything for her pleasure, I suppose. Poor girl does not know what I have planned for her.

I lift her by her hair, and place her out of the warm water with her ass to my cock. Willa tries to say something but I don't let her. Her ass calls to me the way it did for months now. And finally, when Willa is fully unaware and defenseless I claim my wife's final maidenhead.

A grunt escapes her as she realises I am inside her ass. "Oof! Aemond, what is happening?" She whispers terrified. I don't tell her. I make her understand what is happening.

In the reflection of the mirror I see her eyes go wide and her cheeks burn with shame and horror as I take her final innocent maidenhead and rip it from her body soiling her.

My cock enters her ass and Willa's first reaction is to resist me. Luckily I already counted on this and simply pin her down on thee edge of the tub when massaging her spend little wet cunny. I chuckle when a single tear rolls down her cheeks. "I warned you. One day it would be mine." I tell her. "Now is that day. And Willa, you don't disappoint, my love. Your little ass is almost as good as your cunny and your mouth. I am pleased I wived you. I can't imagine being balls deep inside someone else.' I finish my sentence with a cruel chuckle and a rough pound.

It is not loving. It is too hard. I am using her as my personal slave and my toy. Willas moans fill the room together with my grunts as I take her perfectly tight untouched hole. My Willa is so tight for me. So perfect and so untouched. "Aemond...." She moans my name helplessly. I know my fox too well. She would love to finish and to reach her pleasure.

I don't think so. Not yet anyway. I want to have more fun before she does. "Almost, my fox. Almost. I ask for a bit of patience."

She hisses in pain and cries out when I pound away at her perfect ass grabbing her by both her cheeks to control her. I smack my palms on her ass causing her to cry out and to buck, trying to escape me. I don't let her and keep fucking her ass until my cock finally reaches its hight. I hear Willa's sobs and finally I am able to come inside of my wife's final hole. Her ass.

I fill her up properly as if she may carry my child that way. "You promised it would be a while." Willa speaks her voice hoarse of the crying. I pat her back and give her a kiss on her sweaty black hairs when muttering in high Valyrian. I praise her for being good.

I did not promise her anything. I scoff. "I didn't promise anything." I see her frown, and I know we are close to another argument. So instead, I take control. "Let me see your cunny."

Willa obeys, showing off her red cunt. "O, yes. So wet and needy for me." I grin. "Are you going to be difficult? I like it when my fox hides and fights. That is because a good conquest makes fucking you even sweeter. Did you know that?" I whisper in her ear. She shakes her head.

I am turned on by her coldness and intend to punish her greatly for it. She is still unaware of the monster she had unleashed. I top her once more this time I fuck her cunt.

The first few times, my fox bucks and fights almost admirably. Yet so foolish. Willa does not want me to stop, however. She wants me to change the location. "Aemond, this hurts. Take me to bed. I beg you, husband. You may have me, but the bath hurts so bad..." and especially since I had her ass a moment ago, my fox is in great pain.

Finally, Willa has enough. She stops resisting and I use the opportunity to pin her on the edge of the tub and to ride her pussy. It stretches out when I enter and I feel Willa's walls tightly wrap me as she softly grunts in pain or pleasure. I softly let her know that I am inside her by fucking her gently but fully. She gasps and twists under me. I force her to relax. And I fuck that poor woman in the tub until the water is dirty with sweat cum and blood. Willas cries arouse me deeply.

I want her to scream. I want my fox to lose control and to lose her properness.

"I'm going to make you scream." I tell her when pounding away at her cunny. Willa takes me well. She does her best to make it for the both of us, trying to keep up with my stamina by fucking me back. But my little fox has never been quite active and soon she'll run out of breath.

My name sounds wonderful when it shatters from her lips, burns in her throat and finally is screamed from deep within her soul. I buck away at the spend girl when Willa falls down harshly. I hold her so she can have her orgasm when in the bath. I take in every moment of my hard reward as she moans coming right in front of me. I buck three times and relive how she came undone and come as well properly stuffing my wife up as if she's a disgusting pig.

Willa moans weakly in the water as I stand up to leave. I let her be in the bath, in the disgusting water with the cum and the blood. I first dry off, ignoring my reward. She keeps her eyes on me following every movement where my towel goes.

I chuckle. "Such a castle kept little fox." I murmer in her ear causing her to shiver. I turn her around and cloak her in a towel when using another one to dry off her legs. I kneel in front of Willa and dry off her beautiful tighs before moving to her deliciously but so poorly treated cunny. Willa briefly squeaks when I touch it, so I lean in with my mouth and I give it a soft delicate kiss.

She nearly melts. I smirk continuing drying her off without further protests. I also grab a new fresh nightgown for her and put it on her body for her. Once she is fully dressed I bring her to my bed as my conquest.

I look at the window. I don't know how late it has gotten but the sun is taunting the night with its arrival. Soon it will become light. My wife lies on my usual side, the right side. I shoot her a glance.

Willa smiles innocently. I shake my head moving her to the other side when taking my rightful place beside her in bed. Before I can lay my head down, Willa switches our pillows. "Is this one more to your liking?" I wonder.

She blushes. "That one smells like you." I nod. That makes sense. She must not like that very much. I train a lot and when I try to bath every day two times, my body smell must have creeped into the linen. I can't imagine that's a nice smell.

Willa smiles sheepishly at me. "Ah. I understand. I'll have the maids clean it." I tell her when rubbing her back for her.

Willa is quick to jump up forgetting her pains and injuries. "No don't. I mean, I actually like your smell. It's...comforting." She tells me her voice soft. "I like it. It's as if you are always guarding me and keeping me from harm." I nod as my chaotic dragon blood is considering fucking this innocent fox again. I lean in closer to her and gently kiss her lips. She appreciates it.

After she is lying down, I force my arms around her belly, keeping her safe and close to my body. Willa leans on my chest with her head before falling asleep on top of me. I give her two soft kisses and try to get some sleep as well. Willa gently snores and I mutter that I will keep her safe. At all costs. With any means necessary. Sleep comes soon after that. And for the first time since I lost my eye...

I am not tormented by nightmares or negative thoughts. Only thoughts of my fox and my precious Willa.

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[ peace treaty - part two ]

AN: my first banner that I made for a fic!! Please enjoy and mind the tags as always!! :)

CW: yandere, noncon, loss of virginity, double penetration, coercion, gang bang, A/B/O dynamics, size difference, slight tummy bulge, cum stuffing, breeding

PART ONE

SYNOPSIS: The wedding to ensure peace for your kingdom was underway. Your alphas had been insistent that you met your new pack and give your virginity to them the night of your wedding. You could only wonder why.

The village of the Barbarian tribe was full of the hustle and bustle of wedding preparations being made for their leading Alphas and their newfound Omega mate. You could hear the rushing of bodies outside the tented den the pair kept you confined to. They were insistent on keeping you within their firm grasp, their watchful eyes at all times. It was exhausting, so say the least. The time spent in the village was theirs, not your own. Their tenderness almost made you forget the circumstances on which you fell into their laps. Almost.

Hardly anyone else in the village had seen you thanks to your red-headed mate. Dragons rarely let anyone but their pack near their hoard, and Eijirou was more than happy to declare you his most precious treasure of all, the centerpiece of his store. The hybrid was tempted to keep you with the rest of his treasures, but his other mate decided against it, demanding that you stay warm in the nest during the blistering winter that ravaged the mountain range.

They kept in the nest for as long as you would tolerate it, adoring the way you looked wrapped snuggly in the furs they had slain and prepared for you. The den was soon furnished with a small library for your curious mind, one of many wedding presents that your mates intended to spoil you with. Your mates were desperate for your approval, to preen and puff their chests in pride from your praise. In fact, one of the only times you were let out before the wedding was to watch wrestling matches between the Alphas of the clan and their leaders on the warmer days. It was a prominent display of strength, the pair hoping to impress their lovely mate with their fists and muscles. The other times, they had taken you to Eijirou’s cave to flaunt his hoard, which they welcomed you to take anything you liked from it as it was now yours too.

Winter flew by quickly. In those few months, preparations for your spring wedding were well underway as your mates took their agonizing time to stake their claim on you. The pair of them were insistent on waiting until the wedding night to be fully bonded but did not spare you any pleasure they wished to bestow you. The ecstasy they brought you night after night was earth-shattering, something you never even dreamed you could have achieved.

A spring wedding was to be had, and the wait was finally over. Your dress was designed of the most delicate silk hand-made in the tribe, dipped in beautiful red and gold dyes to match your mate's garments. Precious jewels and other gold jewelry was selected from the dragon's hoard by none other than Eijirou himself. Traditional paint was brushed onto your face and arms with expert craftsmanship, adorning your glowing skin with the clan's insignia and other symbols held dear to the Barbarians.

Meeting your mates down the aisle and finally being wed to them felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. For months, you had worried that their threat to destroy your home would see to its fruition, but now that you're finally their wife and mate, the treaty had been completed. Perhaps your mates would be kind enough to let you see your family after the celebration.

Festivities were planned for days to celebrate the new queen and pack mate of the tribe’s leaders. Being out of the den and meeting the clansmen felt like a breath of fresh air after being secluded for those few months up until the wedding. You could only hope that your husbands would allow this new freedom to continue.

Food, drink, and dancing went well into the early morning hours before you decided it was time to retire to your den. Buzzing with anticipation, you let Katsuki lead you home with a scarred hand on the small of your back, reminding you just how small you were in comparison to your Alphas. Tonight was the night that you submitted utterly and entirely to your mates. It was overwhelming, almost enough to give you cold feet.

Upon returning to the tented den, you were met with your new pack, the Alphas that Eijirou and Katsuki introduced you to earlier that day during the ceremony. TestsuTetsu, leader of the clan’s warriors. Sero and Denki, leading blacksmiths and protectors of the armory. Izuku, also known as Deku, leading military strategist. And Hitoshi, the tribe’s mage.

The tent’s magic flaps had sealed themselves once you and your mates made it inside with the rest of the pack, who were already waiting for you. Unease had swelled in your gut as you saw the hungry gleams in all the Alpha's eyes. Did they have the intention to watch while you bonded with your mates?

“Be easy, my love.”

Eijirou’s hands came to your shoulders in an attempt to soothe you as he guided you to your nest.

“Although you will be our mate, you will still be the pack’s omega.”

You nodded slowly, having already understood that much, but it still didn't explain why the rest of the pack was suffocating the space of your den.

“That means you will have to form a bond with all of us. We intend to share you with the pack tonight.”

Panic filled your being as you stood up from the nest, only to be pinned down into the redhead’s lap with his powerful arms. His hands rubbed soothing circles in your arms as he felt you squirm in his hold.

“There’s no reason to be afraid, my queen!” Izuku piped up as he flashed a reassuring smile. “This is the best way to ensure that you will give healthy pups to the pack and the clan.”

Tears and pleas dribbled out as you thrashed in your Alpha’s arms, desperate to claw your way out of his grip and away from the new pack.

“Stop yer fussin’,” Katsuki grunted as he took his place next to the both of you. “We’ll be right here the whole time. Besides, it’ll be a good way for the pack to bond. We wouldn't want anything to happen to your territory, now would we?”

Chuckles filled the room as you sobbed in absolute terror.

“Please! I don't want this! Don't make me do this; I'm begging you!”

A fatal mistake on your part is that you forgot who these men were. Barbarians who snatched, steal, and take whatever they please, whenever they please. Your mates were capable of tenderness, but only when it seemed to benefit them. And it didn't at this moment.

Eijirou was quick to quell your cries as he stroked your hair gently while Katsuki tied your hands together. The redhead whispered sweet nothings in your ear in an attempt to soothe his lovely omega. You were practically hog-tied into your nest as the blonde ripped your dress to shreds with his magic, your struggling between the pair of them frustrating him deeply.

“Enough fucking around. Omega, submit.”

Unable to deny such a command, you went still under your overbearing husband. How quickly he changed once you truly denied him for the first time...it frightened you. The men around you tried to croon and calm, wanting to put your wailing cries at ease. You had barely been touched and you already felt violated by being naked and bound before your new pack. Oh, things you had to endure to protect your kingdom.

Katsuki was overzealous, eager to be the first to pop your cherry and finally feel the velvet of his omega’s hole. A searing mouth sealed itself over your clit as thick fingers worked you open. Your mate was relentless, fucking your hole with vigor as his tongue sucked and lapped against your clit. The wanton groaning of the other Alphas met your squeals and cries as you clenched around your mate’s fingers, wishing desperately to sink into your nest of furs and never return.

Eijirou kissed you deeply, stroking away your tears and holding your chin in his scarred palm. The other Alphas hands groped, massaged, and grabbed at your supple skin, leaving no inch untouched. All of them ignored your sobbing, electing to see past your suffering for the good of the pack.

“So beautiful.”

“What a great pick you two made.”

“Hurry up and mount her Kats! I want to get in there too!”

Your Alpha continued his brutal pace of finger fucking and suckling on your clit, groaning and grunting as he slurped at you greedily. A tight coil of pleasure built in your core as you helplessly moaned and cried into Eijirou’s mouth. Katsuki felt your impending orgasm and pulled his mouth away in favor of rubbing your clit hard and fast with his unoccupied hand. He chuckled, watching you squirm and squeal loudly before coming undone, squirting all over his chest in the process.

The Alphas jeered and praised you for a good show as Katsuki chuckled.

“Now that’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about. Good girl, little omega. Ready for knot?”

A wolfish grin cast on his features as he hiked your ankles up to his shoulders. Cock lines up with your still twitching whole; he sunk into your tight heat in one stroke of his hips. A breathy gasp left you as you were filled to the brink.

The pace he set with his thrusts was unforgiving; a bruising grip laid on your love handles as you were pounded into the nest, making a mess of the furs strewn across it. Snarls and grunts left your captor’s lips all the while. The other Alphas around you stroked their cocks heartily, eagerly waiting for their turns to have a go and breed their new pack omega. Squeals and cries of unwanted pleasure quickly filled your gut as you came again, forcing you to arch your back into the blonde’s chest. Overstimulation hit you like a freight train as your mate continued to chase his own pleasure.

Eijirou brushed the hair from your sweaty forehead and swiped gently at your tears, watching his two mates finally tie the knot and love each other in the most primal, intimate ways they knew. What a fine choice for a mate you turned out to be—loyal, lovely, loud. Your sobs and cries of pleasure were music to the dragon’s ears, adoring the way you shook and convulsed underneath the other Alpha. Toying with your nipples gently, he shushed your protests with a kiss and held his free hand to your throat, stroking the sides tenderly.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was practically feral, animalistic in his movements as he popped his knot into your tight cunt with a roar of your name. Ropes of hot seed painted your womb as he held you tightly in his arms, riding his orgasm out to completion.

Nothing but groans and pants could be heard for a few moments as your Alpha bent down to lay a claiming mark on the glands of your neck. He tore into the flesh with passion, leaving a trail of blood that dripped down your sweaty chest. Laving at the mark with his tongue, he sealed the bond and slurped up the blood. Extending his neck, he pushed your head into his crook.

“Bite, complete the bond.”

Like an obedient breeding bitch, you listened mindlessly, mind foggy with the haze of your orgasms.

After his knot had deflated, Eijirou moved to mount your sloppy hole.

“Guess the rest of you are getting my sloppy seconds,” Katsuki smirked, admiring the way his seed dripped from your now loose hole.

Eijirou was more tender than his counterpart, taking his time with his sweet, sweet lovemaking. Possessive and sweet nothings were moaned and groaned from him—bite marks littered your chest and mouth. His thrusts with slow and deep, wanting a slow build to both of your orgasms as he lavished you in his undivided attention. Kisses and bites were pressed sweetly to your lips, and his tongue tasted the salt of your skin.

Your whimpers and moans mingled with his deep, rolling groans while the others were content to watch such a passionate display of Eijirou’s adoration for his Omega. Laying his claim as he came, the knot popped the moment as he bit into your wrist, suckling at the wound he left behind. Even after he deflated, he cockwarmed you for a while so you could rest and have a much-needed drink of water.

After Eijirou’s cock slipped out of your cunt, the rest was a murky blur in your memory. Izuku followed your redheaded mate, losing himself quickly to the vice of your wet and sloppy pussy. He came rather quickly, apologizing for only finishing himself off. He had to, for the sake of pups, of course. Not that any of their words mattered to you, you were too drunk off the mating bonds your mates laid into your virgin skin.

TetsuTetsu succeeded Izuku, and much like Katsuki, he was an animal. Loud slaps of skin filled the den as he praised you for being such a good omega for your Alphas. Bear them your healthy pups like a good girl, won't you? His stamina was high, too high for your liking. Slipping in and out of consciousness, you barely made recognition to his knot swelling in your hole. He was by far the biggest of the pack. Another load pumped into the pack’s personal cumdumpster, but he made sure to make you squeal and squirt on his cock.

Any defiance in you had died by the time Sero and Denki speared you on their cocks. What they lacked in girth, they made up for in length. They both greedily stuffed themselves into your pussy at the same time, one rubbing your clit while the other tugged at your nipples. Only one knot caught inside you while Denki’s popped just below your clit, making an even bigger mess to your already sloppy pussy.

Finally, Hitoshi cast a fertility ward on your womb, marked by the pack’s emblem to ensure pregnancy and a healthy one at that. An average knot, he finished himself within your already full womb, a small bulge appearing in your gut because of it. A plug was stuffed inside you to keep the pack’s seed deep within your cunt, to ensure pregnancy of the pack’s pups.

Once the sun broke over the dawn of the mountains, the pack exited the tent to leave you to your Alphas. They spent the morning bathing and feeding you, wanting to pamper you after such an exciting yet stressful evening. The pair hoped you would come around to be shared by the pack; how else will they get you through your heats and their ruts? That's a problem for another day, they supposed.

After a long, well-deserved rest in a now cleaned nest, Eijirou was ecstatic to share the news of their newest surprise. A honeymoon! Oh, the places they planned to fly you to.

As you listened to their plans, you couldn't help but gaze off into the next morning’s sun, wondering if this life was worth it for the sake of peace.

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The Dragon Kings Queen

Pairing: Dragon King!Bakugou x Queen!Reader

Rating: M

Warning: This is part one, I’d like to point out be aware: 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐠𝗼𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐭𝐜. Please don’t read if you are not comfortable with it, and if you’re under the age of 18+ I will give a warning when it becomes NSFW but at the moment it’s SFW.

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Synopsis: ➪ When the word marriage crossed your mind, you believed you'd marry someone you loved. Not this brute of a King. So here you are standing at the end on an alter, pushing away the urge to run and fight. Possibly start a new life, instead of being dragged into a loveless marriage. But for the sake of your people.. They say he's not what rumors make him out to be, but how can you believe that when his eyes burn into yours; just as fiery as before. How could you, ever love someone as barbaric as him...

- chapter one: wedding of peace -

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"May I introduce you, to my daughter, Princess Y/N of Airkin Kingdom."

"We are looking for a suitable suitor for her."

"You are doing your people a public service; think of all the possibilities that will come from this.. arrangement."

"You will soon be a Queen; start acting like it."

You wipe a tear away from your cheek as you soak in a bath of milk and honey; handmaids all around you scurrying scouring for jewels and expensive lace to dress you in. You clutch your knees together; pulling them into your chest as the bath water soaks into your skin. Quiet muttering of the handmaids pulling you out of your thoughts.

"M'lady would you allow me your hand; I must prep you for the ceremony." She gives off a gentle smile, her voice so small and soft; her hair is in two ponytail braids just separated by red satin ribbon. You nod, moving your shaky hand from the milky water; another handmaid coming to your side to prep the other hand. You hadn't realized somebody sat behind you combing your hair; brushing through your roots like silk.

You watch as they hang your dress up in awe, clapping their hands in cheer.

In another life, on another day you probably would've liked the dress. Maybe even fantasize about it, walking down the isle, eyes fixated on the love of your life as you smile. Ruling together as King and Queen; but most importantly as husband and wife. You frown at their smiles. Feeling bad that you couldn't share the same excitement towards them, you realize that the people of the Dragon Kingdom were much more proud people. From travelers and trades, you learned about the people from your kingdom by the royal bookkeeper; she had explained to you that the people of the Dragons were prideful and loud. Something you weren't quiet used too.

You were far more gentle and outspoken, quiet and kind. Your Kingdom was quite the opposite.

Tales of the dragons say that they are barbaric, and don't care what others have to say. And so did the tales of their people.

A part of you wonders why you were placed in this arrangement seeing that both kingdoms are extremely different from one another.

You sigh, it's for the best. This wedding will end the war between both kingdoms and more trade will come into the markets with many more jobs available for your people, it's important that you brush your feelings aside. You flinch as the handmaids drop your hands back to soak in the bath before being pulled up and quickly covered by a towel. Patting down your supple skin and moisturizing, applying expensive lotions on you and lathering it up your body.

You weren't used to being pulled in different directions. Soon enough a much younger handmaid, who seemed to be in training, came up behind you. Placing a silk robe over your exposed skin, you ask for them to leave the room for a while in order to gather yourself.

"Composure." You inhale.

They seemed annoyed but quickly wiped the fake expression off their faces and proceeded outside, following the orders of their future Queen.

You decided you would put on your undergarments yourself, keeping the last of your dignity. And later waving them in to help fit you in the dress, you feel the rough tug of the corset they had placed on your waist. Tightening it till you were nearly pulled to your feet; they apologized in advance as your hands grip the end of the counter. Grimacing at the nearly unbearable tightness, the handmaids at your kingdom were much more gentle and apologetic with you.

You missed them terribly.

They were finally finished with you.

Stepping back to admire their work, you smile weakly towards them.

The tiny white flowers that were gently placed into your hair, the vale.. all so perfect. So beautiful, the white and small blush on your cheeks radiating the innocence of a woman. You take a deep breath, your hands running down the bodice of your dress and smoothing it out. You wipe the last tear that dared threatened to escape. 

"Don't you dare start crying, don't you dare show weakness."

***

You watch as the waves crash against the rocks from the castles window, awaiting for your father. You smile, at least this kingdom was near the ocean and mountains. Such beautiful serene for a kingdom known for its brute and prideful attitude. You feel a tightened grip on your forearm, a man leaning down kissing your forehead. Your father Y/F/N, King of Airkin Kingdom here to give away his daughter.

"What a lovely Queen.." His voice comes out in a trembled whisper, you nod in agreement. Though you thought instead you'd be the Queen of your own Kingdom, your baby brother ended up taking over that role. You clutch onto your fathers bicep, staring off onto your gloved hand. You've never even had a single conversation with this man, you didn't know his name till last night, and you've never kissed anyone in your life besides your parents.

But those were most definitely not real kisses, those were cheek pecks and forehead pecks.

You feel your heartbeat start to pump faster as the wedding march played, hundreds of guests attended to see the ceremony. People from the kingdom and even other royalties attended the wedding, you exhale and start to walk beside your father. Feet moving on their own, you thought about running.

But the guards at each possible exist popped your thought of escape and pulled you into reality, if you were suicidal you'd most certainly throw yourself out the nearest window and allow yourself to plummet onto the pavement below, in order to runaway from this arrangement.

You look up from the bouquet of flowers in your hand, and notice the former Queen Mitsuki, bright eyed and smiling. Her Crown on a small velvet pillow, nodding in approval. The former King Masaru also seated beside her, holding onto her hand in pride and happiness. And suddenly yours eyes meet the man of all the rumors.

With long spiky hair, decorated with tooth necklaces, feathers, scarlet red tooth earrings, and tribal arm sleeves, a tribal tattoo imprinted onto his arm. With piercing ruby red eyes, not a smile in sight. The upper half of his body fully exposed, your eyes slightly widen. Noticing almost everyone on the Dragon Kingdom side wore very revealing clothing.

You surpass a small gasp, woman wore light fabric with exposed stomachs and legs. Meanwhile men were too show off tribal tattoos. You realize the reason why the kingdom was so prosperous. All dazzling in jewels, you didn't even notice your handmaids were dressed in similar wear, but with more decoration. The closer you got the more of him you saw, his lips pressed into a fine line. 

The both of you truly did not want to be there.

As soon as you reached to the end of the isle, your father gave you away to the man that you'd now forever be wed too. And rule beside, you pass the bouquet over down to the small flower girl beside you. Giving her a soft smile and placing the tiniest flower behind her ear, earning a tiny giggle from her and large toothy grin.

You turn around and reach down to his hands, traditionally the two of you were obligated to hold hands as the ceremony commenced. They were so rough against your tiny soft ones, his eyes a crimson red finally reaching your soft E/C ones. You start to chew at the inside of your cheeks, drowning out the words of the preacher finding the floor as the most intriguing thing other than his burning eyes. 

"Our father who art in heaven.."

He begins the prayer, holding out his hands, chanting prayers through the cathedral. You shut your eyes and bow your head down in prayer, following after the man in front of you. The wedding continued, and your eyes still refused to reach his. Though, you could feel his heavy gaze on you from to time. "Now we are granted the pleasure, of witnessing the matrimony of two young souls. Soon to rule this Kingdom, King Bakugou, do you take this woman, Y/N L/M as you lawfully wedded wife. Crowning her Queen of your kingdom?"

You almost forgot that you had no say in this.

"Yes."

The answer was simple, emotionless and short. You give a small nod and allow for the ceremony to continue, hand in hand with a man you had only met once. Dreading each second, the preacher raises his voice holding his hands up, declaring "the love" these two share in sake of their kingdom.

"I now pronounce you, King and Queen, husband and wife. You may now, kiss your bride."

You prepare yourself for a short kiss, something simple. But are hit with a searing kiss, long and burning passionately against your virgin lips. The side of the Dragon Kingdom roaring in excitement, it's former King and Queen nodding in approval. Meanwhile the Airkin side had only resorted to small cheers of happiness. His hand cups your jaw, a small growl erupts from his throat until he pulls away. You are taken aback but quickly replace the face of sudden surprise to a smile you practiced in the mirror hundreds of times. Waving off to the kingdom, and fixing the crown a handmaiden placed on your head.

You fight the tears that pooled on the outer corners of your eyes.

"Aw look! The Queen is crying of happiness!"

What a statement so far from the truth. Don't you know, I've practiced this smile since I was six?

***

"M'lady? You've had such a long day, we have a handmaidens awaiting for you with a hot bath. She will be in charge of clothing you for tonight.."

Your hands run through your hair smoothly, brushing out the flowers and placing them in a small basket. You nod, thanking her as she left.

Tonight..

Tonight you were expected to give yourself to the King in tradition of matrimony. With your assigned duty to birth a son or daughter for the next of kin. This thought had clearly blown over your mind as you suddenly realized tonight was the night. For years you thought you'd give yourself to the love of your life someone who'd cherish you forever. Sighing you are pointed towards the direction where countless of handmaidens are awaiting to prepare you for the night.

Silk robes and a black night gown that you thought was far to revealing for your liking sat neatly on a chair. A bath of milk and honey with rose pedals awaiting for you, and an assortment of creams and lotions and expensive soaps sat beside the counter. They strip you away of your clothes and lead you towards the tub.

"Your Majesty, we are so happy to have you as our Queen. We assure you you'll love it here, and the King. What a lucky woman to be able to represent our Kingdom. Tonight's going to be a night to remember." They rave on, startling you with how loud they were. You gasp as they place a cool cotton ball in your hand, wiping away any dirt with the rose water infused ball, scrubbing away at you hand. Then neatly wrapping your hand in a fist.

You nearly tell them to stop when they begin to pull and tug at your hair.

But it was their jobs and you wouldn't dare scold them for trying to help you, for years you promised you wouldn't be a mean Queen, you'd always be loving and kind. Even if it meant you had to endure few minor inconveniences.

Dreading each minute that went by, the time just edging closer and closer to the moment you'd be in a room with him. You bite at your lip, tugging the bottom piece not noticing thirty minutes had went by and it was time for you to leave the bath water. They tug you by your wrists and cover you with a towel, leading you into a changing room by yourself, leaving you to change into your undergarments before you wave them over.

Allowing them to finish their preparations.

You are seated back in your room, grateful you were provided your own room till you were finally settled to sleep with your “husband”. Facing the vanity mirror your body covered in a silk robe when a women knocks on the door.

"Hello, I'm Toga. I'll be your head handmaid, I'm tasked with preparing you for tonight's events." She grins, walking towards you and combing out your hair.

It's quiet for a while, an eerie feel swells in your chest. Her smile yells to not trust a single word that escapes her mouth, she's grinning like a slithering snake. Eyes slanted and dark, her voice chirps up to fill the silence.

"I heard you're pure.."

A gasp escape past your lips, her smile only getting larger by your expression.

"You know what's to be expected by tonight, I wouldn't be surprise if you wouldn't be able to walk the next day. You know what they say about the Dragons, barbaric.." she grabs your jaw and forcefully tugs you near her, whispering into your ear, "rough too. But I'm sure you'll be fine."

"H-He's not a-"

"Oh sweetie, of course he's not. Which makes it better for him... he'll know what it's like to fuck a virgin."

You slap the hairbrush out of her hand, kicking your vanity chair from beneath you.

"How dare you speak to me in such a malicious tone! Get out, immediately. Or else I'll be forced to hire another head handmaid. I'll prepare myself!" You sneer, pointing your finger towards the door.

She bows, and tsks kissing her teeth, “Whatever you say, your majesty.” She grins, her fingers trailing on the bed spread as she exits your room. Leaving you fuming at your vanity. You throw on the stupid night gown, huffing and running your fingers through your hair. You barley notice the figure standing at the end of your room, leaning against her door frame. You gasp, startled at the reflection of his ruby red eyes.

You turn around, hand on your chest. Walking backwards till your back meets your desk, his eyes aimlessly wandering over your body, tracing every dip and curve. He knocks on the door frame, “C-Come in...” your voice wavers.

His boots clank against the mahogany wooden floorboards, as he approaches you. Arms crossed over his chest till he’s finally only inches away from you, your heart is racing and a part of you wants to tell him to go away. To never come in here again, allowing Togas words to bounce around in your head. He takes a strand of your hair in his hand, admiring as it aimlessly fell through his fingers, draping over your shoulders. A finger tracing over your exposed shoulder.

“I thought you had Toga helping you out get ready.” His voice is firm, yet calm.

“I-I decided I wanted to change myself, tonight.” Your voice comes out in a stutter, you didn’t mean for it to sound so small and unsure. He nods, noticing your stature. He arches a brow, before stepping back.

“No harm, will come to you in this Kingdom. I won’t force you to do something you are clearly not ready for, nor will I make you perform an act we clearly don’t want to do. So sleep tight, and stay out of my way.”

Your breath hitches as he leaves your room, closing the door shut behind him. Your heart rate increasing by the second, you finally release the breath you yourself didn’t notice you were holding.

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OKAY SHANG CHI THOGHTS

First of all, thE SOUNDTRACK !!!!!! I loved how the main theme was almost in every track and how it was changed to fit a specific scene

The visuals 😶😶😶 stunning

The choreography was also amazing, the places of the fights were creative and fun to look at, I had high expectations for the fights and they did not disappoint, at all

All the scenes with Leiko Wu. That’s the definition of mesmerizing.

Tony Leung, sir,,,,,, remember the reports of Fala Chen forgetting her moves during the scene when her and Tony’s characters meet? Bestie, that was me too!

THEY HAD FREAKING DRAGONS

Every time I saw Xu Xialing fight, the only words that went through my head were “I love women”. Women who fight are of a different breed than men. A better one.

THAT FIGHT BETWEEN ABOMINATION AND WONG WTF DHDJJDNDJJS that was so random what the hell lmao. Also, everyone here is ruining the multiverse and Wong is casually out there fighting in tournaments having fun. I do not disapprove. Would need a break too.

That last arrow by Katy, once again, “w o m e n”

I cried when Xu Wenwu died, after everything’s he’s done, I still believe he loved his children with all his heart, he just loved his wife more. It’s no excuse at all for his shitty behavior, but grief does horrible things to a person

XU XIALING RIDING THAT DRAGON IS A PIECE OF ART

And now, Shang-Chi himself. I love this man with all my heart. He and Katy have one last braincell together and they’re forced to share it

He looked phenomenal in his suit. Sneakers and all. I loved how realistically they portrayed him as this new up and running hero. He wants to do good, he knows what the good is, but he does it with the means he has and nothing appears out of nowhere—no random weapons, no shoes that match your outfit lmao

One thing that’s been on my mind since the moment it happened; the way the rings turn red when Shang-Chi has them on, but blue when his father uses them. I’m sure this will be further explored in future movies

Carol casually hinting at the others she doesn’t want to talk to them anymore by telling them ti ask her numbers from the others while them not having her number is a whole mood

The post-credit scene of Xu Xialing sitting there, overseeing the courtyard of new pupils training. The way she sat there, ma’am… how low do I bow? I will push my head through concrete if I must

I forgot to mention, I loved how much Mandarin was spoken. Not only does it make you pay more attention, but it also makes it more authentic. Hopefully, with the success of this movie, people will realize the beauty of East-Asian culture because not only was it the language that was used to its full potential, it was also to be noticed in the music, clothes, habits (taking your shoes off, respect for the elderly), all these kinds of things. Loved it.

#shang chi spoilers #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings spoilers #shang chi #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings #xu xialing #simu liu #akwafina #tony leung #wong #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe

[mythiccheroacademia]

My Vow to You

A/N: Dragon King!Bakugo has my heart and so I wrote a little something based off a dream I had awhile ago. I like writing Bakugo with a spouse that’s just as much of a hardass as he is :’) I’m not sure if I’ll make a part two. This could stand alone butttt we’ll see. 

Important things to note: ~*Aurea: It means golden in Latin. This is your family name that is used in public. Even though you’re married to Bakugo, I made it tradition that you keep your last name for distincition purposes, but you’re a Bakugo when I addressed elswhere. That’s based off something from my own culture. Also, it’d be kind of weird if Bakugo said his own name lmao. You’ll get it as you read.  ~*You and Bakugo have dragon-like traits? Idk man. I just thought the red eyes and fangs added flare.

Word Count: 1.6k Pairing: Bakugo x Fem!Reader Warnings: blood, injury, death, there’s a severed head in there but the description isn’t gory, cursing

All Characters are 18+

My Vow to You:

You remembered the day you were wedded to your husband. It was one of the most treasured days between both the Crimson and Golden Tribes. A day so powerful and glorious in meaning that it was named the Holy Matrimony of the era.

That day, two of the most powerful tribes in the nation joined in hand to rule. Their people prospered, their land grew rich, their army went by the hundreds, and best of all, this would happen out of true love.

There was no contract—no arrangement. The only reason the two tribes had encountered was to trade. When you and Katsuki had first met during the primary meeting, the next day, he brought you his most precious stone to begin courting. From then on, it was like destiny took ahold of the reigns. At the wedding, you wore it proudly upon the crest of your head.

The dress, the decorations, and the gifts were all beautiful, but nothing could compare to the sight of your groom. When the warriors parted, revealing his path to the alter, you almost forgot how to walk.

Matching ceremonial tattoos were painted across his bare arms and chest. He stood tall under the weight of precious stones of ruby and gold and led the length of his white fur coat across the floor. And despite his heavenly appearance, his crimson eyes, full of love, regard, and dignity were what led your feet to stand before him.

Katsuki was as gorgeous as he was powerful. There was a moment of reverie between the two of you before you both kneeled, bowing your heads when the past Kings and Queens walked to the alter.

You remembered when you shared your vows, words of strength to affirm the sacred bond the two of you would never break. When you both spoke, each word was a threaded swear into the other’s heart. From that moment, you were not two, but one. You were no longer just a couple, but a union. Once the religious leaders had said their prayer, you two shared a kiss, anointing the other with the love you were ready to boundlessly give.  

That promise was seared into your heart. You would act on it every second you were married.

So, even as your guards worriedly rushed you into the infirmary, blood dripping from the open wounds on your body, you wickedly grinned in triumph. No one would be able to take this away from you.

Not that foreign king. Not his weak ass army. Not your worried parents.

And certainly not your raging husband.

“What the hell were you thinking? Damn it, Aurea*! You could’ve been killed!” he roared.

Honestly, he looked worse for wear. If it wasn’t the dark circles underneath his eyes, it was the obvious stiffness in his neck. Apparently, he had been at your bedside every minute during your three-day coma. He was worried to say the least. Bless his heart.

You tried to lighten the mood with a smile. “Aww, you do care. How kind of you, my beau~”

Evidently, the joke wasn’t appreciated. Katsuki’s face soured into an expression only a mother could love. His eye twitched and the guards winced.

“You want me to put you back in your shitty coma?”

“Bakugo, I’m fine,” you sighed, relenting to the seriousness of the situation. “I know you’re worried, but I made it out. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“That’s beside the point!” he snapped. Perhaps you wouldn’t have felt so attacked if it weren’t for the harsh glare he gave you. “I told you the Black Fleet was dangerous and yet you still acted foolishly! If Kirishima hadn’t found you—“

“I endangered no one—“

“No one but yourself, and that’s what you fail to understand!”

Despite your conscious telling you to calm down, his scolding got the better of you. And your temper rose like an ugly beast. “And if it were for the safety of you and any one of our people, I’d do it again; because when they threatened to put your head on a platter, it was personal! I won’t be scolded like a child for doing my duties as Queen!”

In better circumstances, Bakugo would’ve treaded lightly. He would’ve empathized with your sentiment. However, he had done nothing but stare at your bloody bandages and bruises for the past three days and his patience with just about everything ran thin.

“And I’m doing mine as King! If I tell you to stay away, what I fucking say goes!”

“I don’t know what kind of women you dealt with before me, but if you think that you can just order me around like some bitch, you’ve chosen the wrong woman to marry,” you seethed.

Bakugo’s furious scream thundered the hall and the guards jumped as his fist hit the wall. “ARGH! FUCK Y/N! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!?”

The use of your personal name in the presence of guards made you reel. Now he was just being disrespectful.

“YOU ARE NOT MY MASTER!” you shouted.

His eyes glowed with rage as he grew in size, a feat that would’ve sent anyone running. “NO, BUT I AM YOUR HUSBAND!” he boomed.

Your eyes turned to blood and fangs shot out from your lips as you roared, “AND I AM YOUR WIFE!”

Katsuki tried to subdue you with an intimidating growl, abnormally large canines bared towards you. However, you only matched it with your own. There was an intense moment between you two as your energies nearly bubbled over. However, one of the nurses at your bedside reminded you of your injuries.

“Please, my queen. If you’re not careful, you could reopen your wounds,” they softly spoke.

The gentle hand on your abdomen reminded you of the ache. You winced and sighed away the sizzling anger as you were led back into the comfort of the cot. The weight of your husband’s glare fell upon you for a moment more before he frustratingly blew out of his nose and turned on his heel, out the door.

Once the door slammed shut, you rolled your eyes. If he wanted to throw a tantrum, then so be it.

“Ungrateful brat,” you muttered. Just then, a sharp pain shot up your leg from one of the nurses changing your bandages. “Ow!”

They shrunk back and gave you a shy smile. “My apologies, your highness,” they giggled.

Despite your sour attitude, you just huffed a laugh from your nostrils. “Careful there,” you sighed. They ducked their head again in slight embarrassment and went back to tending to your wound with a softer hand.

The silence gently settled in the air as the atmosphere returned to its once lax state. When the nurses had finished patching you up and left you and the guards stationed in your room, you found yourself finally able to process the harsh exchange of words between you and your husband.

You couldn’t believe he would just order you around like that! Talking to you as if he didn’t know the type of woman he had been married to for the last five years. And to use your first name in the presence of non-family members? Mitsuki would have his head if she knew!

Regardless of that, you thought back to when you two truly lost your cool and frowned. You hated acting out of character, especially in front of a crowd, but you couldn’t help it. His words were an insult to your pride and abilities.

He was being ridiculous. You were the Dragon King and Queen, damn it. The fiercest rulers the earth would know, governing over two tribes with armies that sent shivers down their enemy’s spines at the mention of your name. And just as their people stood strong, their leaders were stronger, and that meant protecting their honors to no bounds.  

When the enemy sent your kingdom a severed head of a deceased warrior as a threat to have Bakugo’s next, there was nothing left to be said. You saw your chance to humble your foe and took it. And you succeeded. That should’ve garnered celebration, not a dispute.

You carefully turned on your side and noted your crown with the lone jewel he gifted you before you courted. Memories of your spoken vows ran across your mind and reinforced the stubbornness in your heart. You remembered the way his eyes, brighter than any precious stone, glowed with pride and love as he swore his life over to protect you by any means necessary.

You could still feel the warm squeeze he gave your hands when you repeated those same words back to him.

So if it was an apology he wanted, then tough luck. You wouldn’t apologize for defending his honor.

Not when you knew he’d do the same for you.

#bnha bakugo x reader #barbarian!bakugo #dragon king!bakugo #katuski bakugo #bakugo katsuki x reader #bnha fics #mha fics #bnha oneshot

[butterflies-dragons]

SANSA STARK & TARGARYEN IMAGERY

A list of Targaryen Imagery around Sansa Stark in A Song of Ice and Fire

Fire and Blood

Black and Red

Silver and Purple

Dragon's Tail

Dragon Wings

Dragon Eggs

Dragon Skulls

Golden Dragons

Dragon Knights

Valyrian Steel

Dance of the Dragons

Maegor the Cruel

Baelor the Blessed

Aegon the Unworthy

Prince Aemon the Dragonknight

Aerys the Mad King

Rhaegar the ast dragon

Bonus: Fiery Hair

1. FIRE AND BLOOD

Sansa slid off her mare, but she was too slow. Arya swung with both hands. There was a loud crack as the wood split against the back of the prince's head, and then everything happened at once before Sansa's horrified eyes. Joffrey staggered and whirled around, roaring curses. Mycah ran for the trees as fast as his legs would take him. Arya swung at the prince again, but this time Joffrey caught the blow on Lion's Tooth and sent her broken stick flying from her hands. The back of his head was all bloody and his eyes were on fire.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

The point of Ser Gregor's lance had snapped off in his neck, and his life's blood flowed out in slow pulses, each weaker than the one before. His armor was shiny new; a bright streak of fire ran down his outstretched arm, as the steel caught the light. Then the sun went behind a cloud, and it was gone. His cloak was blue, the color of the sky on a clear summer's day, trimmed with a border of crescent moons, but as his blood seeped into it, the cloth darkened and the moons turned red, one by one.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa II

The blood orange had left a blotchy red stain on the silk. "I hate her!" she screamed. She balled up the dress and flung it into the cold hearth, on top of the ashes of last night's fire. When she saw that the stain had bled through onto her underskirt, she began to sob despite herself. She ripped off the rest of her clothes wildly, threw herself into bed, and cried herself back to sleep.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa III

When the king's herald moved forward, Sansa realized the moment was almost at hand. She smoothed down the cloth of her skirt nervously. She was dressed in mourning, as a sign of respect for the dead king, but she had taken special care to make herself beautiful. Her gown was the ivory silk that the queen had given her, the one Arya had ruined, but she'd had them dye it black and you couldn't see the stain at all. She had fretted over her jewelry for hours and finally decided upon the elegant simplicity of a plain silver chain.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa V

Then she realized that the blood had soaked through the sheet into the featherbed, so she bundled that up as well, but it was big and cumbersome, hard to move. Sansa could get only half of it into the fire. She was on her knees, struggling to shove the mattress into the flames as thick grey smoke eddied around her and filled the room, when the door burst open and she heard her maid gasp.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa IV

When she crawled out of bed, long moments later, she was alone. She found his cloak on the floor, twisted up tight, the white wool stained by blood and fire.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa VII

"The dwarf's wife did the murder with him," swore an archer in Lord Rowan's livery. "Afterward, she vanished from the hall in a puff of brimstone, and a ghostly direwolf was seen prowling the Red Keep, blood dripping from his jaws."

—A Storm of Swords - Jaime VII

As the boy's lips touched her own she found herself thinking of another kiss. She could still remember how it felt, when his cruel mouth pressed down on her own. He had come to Sansa in the darkness as green fire filled the sky. He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak.

—A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

2. BLACK AND RED

The queen wore a high-collared black silk gown, with a hundred dark red rubies sewn into her bodice, covering her from neck to bosom. They were cut in the shape of teardrops, as if the queen were weeping blood.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

Tyrion wore a doublet of black velvet covered with golden scrollwork, thigh-high boots that added three inches to his height, a chain of rubies and lions’ heads. But the gash across his face was raw and red, and his nose was a hideous scab. “You are very beautiful, Sansa,” he told her.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa III

3. SILVER AND PURPLE

Sansa closed the shutters and turned sharply away from the window. "You look very lovely today, my lady," Ser Arys said.

"Thank you, ser." Knowing that Joffrey would require her to attend the tourney in his honor, Sansa had taken special care with her face and clothes. She wore a gown of pale purple silk and a moonstone hair net that had been a gift from Joffrey. The gown had long sleeves to hide the bruises on her arms. Those were Joffrey's gifts as well. When they told him that Robb had been proclaimed King in the North, his rage had been a fearsome thing, and he had sent Ser Boros to beat her.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa I

"You've waited so long, be patient awhile longer. Here, I have something for you." Ser Dontos fumbled in his pouch and drew out a silvery spiderweb, dangling it between his thick fingers.

It was a hair net of fine-spun silver, the strands so thin and delicate the net seemed to weigh no more than a breath of air when Sansa took it in her fingers. Small gems were set wherever two strands crossed, so dark they drank the moonlight. "What stones are these?"

"Black amethysts from Asshai. The rarest kind, a deep true purple by daylight."

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa VIII

Sansa wore a gown of silvery satin trimmed in vair, with dagged sleeves that almost touched the floor, lined in soft purple felt. Shae had arranged her hair artfully in a delicate silver net winking with dark purple gemstones. Tyrion had never seen her look more lovely, yet she wore sorrow on those long satin sleeves. "Lady Sansa," he told her, "you shall be the most beautiful woman in the hall tonight."

—A Storm of Swords - Tyrion VIII

4. DRAGON WINGS

Tyrion scarce touched his food, Sansa noticed, though he drank several cups of the wine. For herself, she tried a little of the Dornish eggs, but the peppers burned her mouth. Otherwise she only nibbled at the fruit and fish and honeycakes. Every time Joffrey looked at her, her tummy got so fluttery that she felt as though she'd swallowed a bat.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV

"What wife?"

"I forgot, you've been hiding under a rock. The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window. But she left the dwarf behind and Cersei means to have his head."

—A Storm of Swords - Arya XIII

5. DRAGON EGGS

Butterbumps arrived before the food, dressed in a jester’s suit of green and yellow feathers with a floppy coxcomb. An immense round fat man, as big as three Moon Boys, he came cartwheeling into the hall, vaulted onto the table, and laid a gigantic egg right in front of Sansa. “Break it, my lady,” he commanded. When she did, a dozen yellow chicks escaped and began running in all directions. “Catch them!” Butterbumps exclaimed. Little Lady Bulwer snagged one and handed it to him, whereby he tilted back his head, popped it into his huge rubbery mouth, and seemed to swallow it whole. When he belched, tiny yellow feathers flew out his nose. Lady Bulwer began to wail in distress, but her tears turned into a sudden squeal of delight when the chick came squirming out of the sleeve of her gown and ran down her arm.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa I

In the Queen's Ballroom they broke their fast on honeycakes baked with blackberries and nuts, gammon steaks, bacon, fingerfish crisped in breadcrumbs, autumn pears, and a Dornish dish of onions, cheese, and chopped eggs cooked up with fiery peppers.

[…] Tyrion scarce touched his food, Sansa noticed, though he drank several cups of the wine. For herself, she tried a little of the Dornish eggs, but the peppers burned her mouth.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV

6. DRAGON’S TAIL

The morning of King Joffrey's name day dawned bright and windy, with the long tail of the great comet visible through the high scuttling clouds. Sansa was watching it from her tower window when Ser Arys Oakheart arrived to escort her down to the tourney grounds. "What do you think it means?" she asked him.

"Glory to your betrothed," Ser Arys answered at once. "See how it flames across the sky today on His Grace's name day, as if the gods themselves had raised a banner in his honor. The smallfolk have named it King Joffrey's Comet."

Doubtless that was what they told Joffrey; Sansa was not so sure. "I've heard servants calling it the Dragon's Tail."

"King Joffrey sits where Aegon the Dragon once sat, in the castle built by his son," Ser Arys said. "He is the dragon's heir—and crimson is the color of House Lannister, another sign. This comet is sent to herald Joffrey's ascent to the throne, I have no doubt. It means that he will triumph over his enemies."

Is it true? she wondered. Would the gods be so cruel? Her mother was one of Joffrey's enemies now, her brother Robb another. Her father had died by the king's command. Must Robb and her lady mother die next? The comet was red, but Joffrey was Baratheon as much as Lannister, and their sigil was a black stag on a golden field. Shouldn't the gods have sent Joff a golden comet?

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa I

7. DRAGON SKULLS

Within, the dragon skulls were waiting, and so was Shae. “I thought m’lord had forgotten me.” Her dress was draped over a black tooth near as tall as she was, and she stood within the dragon’s jaws, nude. Balerion, he thought. Or was it Vhagar? One dragon skull looked much like another.

[...] After, as they lay entwined amongst the dragon skulls, he rested his head against her, inhaling the smooth clean smell of her hair. “We should go back,” he said reluctantly. “It must be near dawn. Sansa will be waking.

[...] The Others can take my guilt, he thought as he slipped his tunic over his head. Why should I be guilty? My wife wants no part of me, and most especially not the part that seems to want her. Perhaps he ought to tell her about Shae. It was not as though he was the first man ever to keep a concubine. Sansa’s own oh-so-honorable father had given her a bastard brother. For all he knew, his wife might be thrilled to learn that he was fucking Shae, so long as it spared her his unwelcome touch.

—A Storm of Swords - Tyrion VII

8. GOLDEN DRAGONS

"The queen raised her voice. "A hundred golden dragons to the man who brings me its skin!”

“A costly pelt,” Robert grumbled. “I want no part of this, woman. You can damn well buy your furs with Lannister gold.”

[...] Shortly, Jory brought him Ice.

When it was over, he said, “Choose four men and have them take the body north. Bury her at Winterfell.”

“All that way?” Jory said, astonished.

“All that way,” Ned affirmed. “The Lannister woman shall never have this skin.”

—A Game of Thrones - Eddard III

"Petyr Baelish put a hand on the rail. "But first you’ll want your payment. Ten thousand dragons, was it?”

“Ten thousand.” Dontos rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. “As you promised, my lord.”

[...] “But he saved me.”

“He sold you for a promise of ten thousand dragons.

[...]“Sansa felt sick. "He said he was my Florian.”

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa V

“Your sister’s had no difficulty finding witnesses to your guilt.” Ser Kevan rolled up the parchment. “Ser Addam has men hunting for your wife. Varys has offered a hundred stags for word of her whereabouts, and a hundred dragons for the girl herself. If the girl can be found she will be found, and I shall bring her to you. I see no harm in husband and wife sharing the same cell and giving comfort to one another.”

—A Storm of Swords - Tyrion IX

Someplace no stag ever found … though a dragon might.

—A Feast for Crows - Brienne III

"A good melee is all a hedge knight can hope for, unless he stumbles on a bag of dragons. And that's not likely, is it?"

—The Winds of Winter - Alayne I

9. DRAGON KNIGHTS

She shouted for Ser Dontos, for her brothers, for her dead father and her dead wolf, for gallant Ser Loras who had given her a red rose once, but none of them came. She called for the heroes from the songs, for Florian and Ser Ryam Redwyne and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, but no one heard.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa IV

"True knights would never harm women and children." The words rang hollow in her ears even as she said them.

"True knights." The queen seemed to find that wonderfully amusing. "No doubt you're right. So why don't you just eat your broth like a good girl and wait for Symeon Star-Eyes and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight to come rescue you, sweetling. I'm sure it won't be very long now."

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa V

They continued down the serpentine and across a small sunken courtyard. Ser Dontos shoved open a heavy door and lit a taper. They were inside a long gallery. Along the walls stood empty suits of armor, dark and dusty, their helms crested with rows of scales that continued down their backs. As they hurried past, the taper's light made the shadows of each scale stretch and twist. The hollow knights are turning into dragons, she thought.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa V

10. VALYRIAN STEEL

Lord Tywin waited until last to present the king with his own gift: a longsword. Its scabbard was made of cherrywood, gold, and oiled red leather, studded with golden lions' heads. The lions had ruby eyes, she saw. The ballroom fell silent as Joffrey unsheathed the blade and thrust the sword above his head. Red and black ripples in the steel shimmered in the morning light.

[…] "A great sword must have a great name, my lords! What shall I call it?"

[…] The guests were shouting out names for the new blade. Joff dismissed a dozen before he heard one he liked. "Widow's Wail!" he cried.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV

But she had another longsword hidden in her bedroll. She sat on the bed and took it out. Gold glimmered yellow in the candlelight and rubies smoldered red. When she slid Oathkeeper from the ornate scabbard, Brienne's breath caught in her throat. Black and red the ripples ran, deep within the steel. Valyrian steel, spell-forged. It was a sword fit for a hero. When she was small, her nurse had filled her ears with tales of valor, regaling her with the noble exploits of Ser Galladon of Morne, Florian the Fool, Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, and other champions. Each man bore a famous sword, and surely Oathkeeper belonged in their company, even if she herself did not. "You'll be defending Ned Stark's daughter with Ned Stark's own steel," Jaime had promised.

—A Feast for Crows - Brienne I

11. DANCE OF THE DRAGONS

Later, while Sansa was off listening to a troupe of singers perform the complex round of interwoven ballads called the "Dance of the Dragons," Ned inspected the bruise himself. "I hope Forel is not being too hard on you," he said.

—A Game of Thrones - Eddard VII

He sang of the Dance of the Dragons, of fair Jonquil and her fool, of Jenny of Oldstones and the Prince of Dragonflies. He sang of betrayals, and murders most foul, of hanged men and bloody vengeance. He sang of grief and sadness.

—A Feast for Crows - Sansa I

12. MAEGOR THE CRUEL

The room where Sansa had been confined was at the top of the highest tower of Maegor's Holdfast.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

In the tower room at the heart of Maegor's Holdfast, Sansa gave herself to the darkness.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa VI

13. BAELOR THE BLESSED

"Baelor starved himself to death, fasting," said Tyrion. "His uncle served him loyally as Hand, as he had served the Young Dragon before him. Viserys might only have reigned a year, but he ruled for fifteen, while Daeron warred and Baelor prayed." He made a sour face. "And if he did remove his nephew, can you blame him? Someone had to save the realm from Baelor's follies."

Sansa was shocked. "But Baelor the Blessed was a great king. He walked the Boneway barefoot to make peace with Dorne, and rescued the Dragonknight from a snakepit. The vipers refused to strike him because he was so pure and holy."

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa IV

14. AEGON THE UNWORTHY

Aegon the Unworthy had never harmed Queen Naerys, perhaps for fear of their brother the Dragonknight . . . but when another of his Kingsguard fell in love with one of his mistresses, the king had taken both their heads.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa II

"A king can have other women. Whores. My father did. One of the Aegons did too. The third one, or the fourth. He had lots of whores and lots of bastards." As they whirled to the music, Joff gave her a moist kiss. "My uncle will bring you to my bed whenever I command it."

Sansa shook her head. "He won't."

"He will, or I'll have his head. That King Aegon, he had any woman he wanted, whether they were married or no."

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa III

15. PRINCE AEMON THE DRAGONKNIGHT

He took her by the arm and led her away from the wheelhouse, and Sansa's spirits took flight. A whole day with her prince! She gazed at Joffrey worshipfully. He was so gallant, she thought. The way he had rescued her from Ser Ilyn and the Hound, why, it was almost like the songs, like the time Serwyn of the Mirror Shield saved the Princess Daeryssa from the giants, or Prince Aemon the Dragonknight championing Queen Naerys's honor against evil Ser Morgil's slanders.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

"Father, I only just now remembered, I can't go away, I'm to marry Prince Joffrey." She tried to smile bravely for him. "I love him, Father, I truly truly do, I love him as much as Queen Naerys loved Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, as much as Jonquil loved Ser Florian. I want to be his queen and have his babies."

"Sweet one," her father said gently, "listen to me. When you're old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me."

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa III

She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his brother's queen.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV

For those who remained, a singer was brought forth to fill the hall with the sweet music of the high harp. He sang of Jonquil and Florian, of Prince Aemon the Dragonknight and his love for his brother's queen, of Nymeria's ten thousand ships. They were beautiful songs, but terribly sad. Several of the women began to weep, and Sansa felt her own eyes growing moist.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa VI

16. AERYS THE MAD KING

"Ser Ilyn has not been feeling talkative these past fourteen years," Lord Renly commented with a sly smile.

Joffrey gave his uncle a look of pure loathing, then took Sansa's hands in his own. "Aerys Targaryen had his tongue ripped out with hot pincers."

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

"The battleground is right up ahead, where the river bends. That was where my father killed Rhaegar Targaryen, you know. He smashed in his chest, crunch, right through the armor." Joffrey swung an imaginary warhammer to show her how it was done. "Then my uncle Jaime killed old Aerys, and my father was king."

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

"You can't talk to me that way. The king can do as he likes."

"Aerys Targaryen did as he liked. Has your mother ever told you what happened to him?"

Ser Boros Blount harrumphed. "No man threatens His Grace in the presence of the Kingsguard."

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa III

17. RHAEGAR THE LAST DRAGON

"The battleground is right up ahead, where the river bends. That was where my father killed Rhaegar Targaryen, you know. He smashed in his chest, crunch, right through the armor." Joffrey swung an imaginary warhammer to show her how it was done.

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

"My father told everyone my bedding had caught fire, and our maester gave me ointments. Ointments! Gregor got his ointments too. Four years later, they anointed him with the seven oils and he recited his knightly vows and Rhaegar Targaryen tapped him on the shoulder and said, 'Arise, Ser Gregor.'"

—A Game of Thrones - Sansa II

18. BONUS: FIERY HAIR

Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair.

—A Game of Thrones - Arya I

"You will be the most beautiful woman in the hall tonight, as lovely as your lady mother at your age. I cannot seat you on the dais, but you'll have a place of honor above the salt and underneath a wall sconce. The fire will be shining in your hair, so everyone will see how fair of face you are. Keep a good long spoon on hand to beat the squires off, sweetling. You will not want green boys underfoot when the knights come round to beg you for your favor."

—The Winds of Winter - Alayne I

#sansa stark #jonsa

[official-weasley]

Meant to Be (Charlie Weasley x OC)

What happens when Bill brings home a girl and Charlie is completely awestruck by her?

WARNINGS: curse words

Chapter 13

Charlie

The next day Bill and I visited the twins' shop. I don't think I have ever been so proud in my entire life. It was amazing and I just couldn't stop walking around. They were brilliant and I hope mum comes around and visits their shop. I know they left school early but this was their dream and their shop was packed with customers!

There were wizards and witches of all ages. I thought it would mostly be children and teenagers but I was wrong. An old woman was shopping for her grandchildren. There was a man who wanted to get back at his wife for making a potion that turned his hair yellow and he had to go to work like that for 3 days.

Nothing warmed my heart more than seeing my brothers so happy. They were so educated about every single thing in the shop. Girls were giggling around something that looked like Amortentia potions and three boys were fighting about who will get the last punching telescope. It was amazing!

I found Bill just in time as Fred and George almost convinced him to buy a box of Canary Cream and gift it to Fleur. I stopped him right when he was about to give them the money and scolded him that he should know our brothers better by now.

We couldn't stay for long as Bill had to return to work so we hugged the twins and wished them all the best and promised that we would convince mum to visit their shop. I accompanied Bill to work and he gave me a big box before we said goodbye. I knew it contained all his letters.

“I saw how you were eyeing them.” He said, handing me the box. “You don’t have to read them but since they were meant for you, you can if you want to.”

We talked well into the night the previous day and I know there wasn’t enough time for him to tell me everything that has been going on in his life in the past 2 years. I know it would hurt reading them, but I also know it was something that I simply have to do to move on.

He kept telling me that it wasn’t that bad and that he is over it. I believed him about the latter, not for the former though and I have to know how he felt. I have to know how much I hurt him if I want to forgive myself. These letters will be a reminder of what I did and how much I hurt my brother.

—

I got home in the afternoon and since I go back to work tomorrow, I decided that it would be best if I just go through the letters now to get them over with. I sat down on the sofa and put the box on the table before me. I opened it and took a deep breath.

This is going to be painful, isn't it?

The letters were folded from the first one he wrote to the last one. I took the first envelope and tore it open. I inhaled sharply and unfolded the parchment.

Charlie,

I know you’ll be mad. But I didn’t do it yet. I promise I’ll ask her out tomorrow.

Don’t be too disappointed!

Love, Bill

I clenched my jaw together. Can I even do this? I barely began and I already felt like having a heart attack.

I put the letter down next to me and grabbed the next envelope.

Rhylee told me what happened between you two. I don’t know what to say. I just sent out a letter to you, pretending everything is fine. When are you planning on telling me this?

I really wish it was you and not her that told me.

Bill

Me too, Bill. Me too. If I could change one thing it would be this. I would tell him immediately.

It’s been a few months and you keep answering my letters as if everything’s okay. I stopped sending them every week like I used to, to see if you would get the hint. Why do you keep pretending?

It hurts that your own brother can’t face you.

I thought you were my best friend, Charles.

Bill

Betrayed. That’s how he felt. There were no letters about him being mad. About him hating me for what I’ve done. He was just disappointed that I didn’t tell him. That I didn’t own up to my mistake.

Yesterday was 2 months since I haven’t written you a letter.

It’s funny to think that I am over Rhylee but still not talking to you. One might think it’s strange that I wasn’t as bothered about what happened between you two as I am that you can’t fucking own up to what you did, Charlie!

I can’t pretend anymore. I’m sorry. Two months without any correspondence and it seems you don’t even care.

That’s what hurts.

Bill

And to think I did this for two years. I tortured him for 2 years. He was probably waiting for my letter just as I was waiting for his.

I hate how much I miss you, Charles. I miss my best friend. There is so much that’s happening and I can’t share any of it with you because you’re an arse.

I feel like things will never go back to normal. What if you decide to never speak to me again?

I considered telling mum but bit my tongue at the last minute. I didn’t want to tell her what a git her second-born is.

I wrote you another letter, telling you how much I miss you but I burned it the second I put down the quill. I won’t give you the satisfaction.

Bill

I put down the letter and stood up. I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. This was too overwhelming. It hurt so much but I know I deserve it. This was my punch in the face. This was my broken nose. I have to get through it.

At least 20 more letters were talking about how disappointed he was, how much he missed me and how he can’t understand why I didn’t come and talk to him. He knew that when he stopped talking to me I had to know on some level that he knew about me and Rhylee and he just couldn’t get around to why I would damage our relationship so much.

To be honest, I didn’t have an answer for him. I was foolish enough to think that with time the guilt would go away. I know how terrible that sounds. I know what I did and what I was doing to him was torture and I can’t believe I put him through it. I can’t believe I waited that long. Seriously, what was I thinking? What did I think I would gain from it?

I decided that I am done pitying myself. I also came to the conclusion that you are completely lost. I don’t know what is happening with you and I hate to admit that I am worried about you.

I would love to say that you have forgotten about what you did but I know you too well. I know you are beating your head around it. I know your mind is in an endless loop and you can’t get out.

What I don’t understand is why you are doing it? Are you afraid to face me? Do you think I won’t forgive you?

At this point, I don’t even care. I just want my brother back even if you are a git!

Bill

He just wanted me back in his life and I continued to be an arse for another year and a half. Great!

I met a girl today. She is so beautiful, Charlie.

It pains me that I can’t send you this letter. I want to tell you all about her. I will ask her out tomorrow. I know how it sounds...

I needed 3 years to ask out Rhylee but with her, it seems different.

I don’t know if you care but her name is Fleur and she is kind and loving and has the prettiest smile.

Bill

I do care, Bill. Damn, did I care! All I was thinking about was him, I just wasn’t brave enough to tell him that.

I can’t believe it’s been more than a year and a half since we last saw each other. I don’t even remember when was the last time I sent you a letter.

Rhylee arrived in the Sanctuary a few days ago. How did that make you feel? Did you remember her? Did the guilt come back?

She was really excited to work there and I don’t think it was just because of the dragons…

Bill

Did the guilt come back, he asked. It never left me. Not for one day. Even now I have to remind myself that Bill forgave me and I don’t have to feel like a piece of shit anymore. It was hard reading through these letters.

I didn’t even want to think about what he meant when he wrote that Rhylee wasn’t just excited about the dragons. She was surprised to see me when she came to work here and I know she forgot that I existed. If she would be excited to see me, she wouldn’t start dating Nick before getting here, would she?

I asked Fleur out and she said yes!

She was as excited about going on a date as I was. I couldn’t believe it! I feel like the happiest man alive.

Bill

And you should, Bill. You deserve to be happy.

This is going to be my and Fleur’s second date. I am planning on kissing her today. I wanted to do it the other day but I also want to take it slow.

It has been great. She is so amazing I don’t even know where to begin to describe how happy she makes me.

I can’t stop smiling at work!

Bill

I can’t believe I missed these moments. I know he was happy and he was having a great time and unlike me, he put everything behind him. But damn it, I should’ve been there to cheer him on. To tell him he deserves it and that I am happy for him.

I asked Fleur to be my girlfriend. If you knew the whole story you wouldn’t be surprised that she said yes.

I want to hate you that you aren’t here for such big moments of my life, but I can’t. I just wish you would come around, Charles. What in the bloody hell is going through your head?

I almost took a day off a week ago and came to see you but stopped myself. Mum is worried sick, thinking you are working yourself so hard. I know you are avoiding the whole family, scared that I would be there. Very brave of you, Charles.

They are all wondering what is going on with you and they miss you.

It hurt, you know, when I heard that you write back to all of them but I didn’t receive a single letter from you in such a long time.

I just want my brother back and I wish you could see that.

Bill

I wished that I could see it sooner. I know that I hurt my entire family by keeping a distance but I thought I was doing them a favor.

Mum told me you came home for Easter. How bold of you to do that when I wasn’t there.

I want to be hopeful, Charlie. I really do. You have taken this to the point I didn’t think imaginable. Why are you doing this? To me? To our family? To yourself?

Is it really that hard? Can’t you forgive yourself?

I’m starting to think something else is wrong but I can’t bring myself to write to you. I want you to figure this out on your own. You are old enough, you should know what you’re doing.

I don’t know if you know that Rhylee and I are still friends. The other day she was in London and she came to see me and I wanted to ask her about you but couldn’t.

I was angry at myself for it but I am just so mad at you for not coming to talk to me.

At the same time, I keep thinking that you are all alone in this. I know that you are not big on sharing your worries with others. You had me for that. Who do you have now, Charlie?

Do you talk to anyone? Do you let out your frustrations? Did you tell anyone about what is eating you alive?

I hope you did. I wasn’t happy when I found out about you and Rhylee but would it be strange if I said that I understand? I don’t want you to beat yourself over one night of your life, Charlie.

Just come and talk to me, please.

Bill

I put the letter down and buried my face in my hands. I couldn’t help it. I had to let it all out. I felt like I could never stop crying. I was the luckiest man in the world to have a brother like him. I knew it was difficult for him not to come and visit me, not to talk to me but he was trying to teach me a lesson and he knew he had to endure it for my sake.

He was concerned the entire time. He hoped I didn’t destroy myself over what happened. He hoped I had someone to talk to about it.

Of course, I didn’t. I didn’t have him. But now I do. I feel better. I feel liberated.

I folded all the letters and put them back in the box. I decided to bury them deep in the back of my closet. I thought about burning them but I needed them just close enough to remind me of my values and how much I messed up not by sleeping with Rhylee but by not telling Bill about it.

It was time to move on.

#harry potter fanfiction #charlie weasley #charlie weasley fanfiction #the weasleys #weasley family #hp imagine #charlie weasley x oc #charlie weasley imagine #the burrow #harry potter imagine #weasley fanfiction #charlie weasley x mc #bill weasley #harry potter #wizarding world

[watarigarasu]

October 23rd – Monster

13 Days of Spooky Writing Event

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Word count: 1,896

Warnings: Big sad, much emotion.

Author’s note: I really love Thranduil, okay?

During many years of your lone journey through the Middle Earth, you have heard many words describing the King of Mirkwood. Some of them revealed the hidden fear of the Elvenking, some included fascination and some said that he did not even exist in the first place, that he was a made up story for children, just like his whole kingdom. However, there was one term you could not so quickly forget, the one engraved in your memory for some peculiar reason—the one you repeated to yourself while crossing the borders of Mirkwood, wary of what you might encounter.

The rumour that the Elvenking was a heartless monster.

You were familiar with the infamous stories on how he paid no mind to those in need, how little did their lives mean to him, how his egoistic nature caused him to fight for what he believed was right only, how selfish was his attitude and how he considered his kin as above everyone else. Perhaps you would eventually believe in them all if you did not know better than to listen every rumour you hear along the way. Words spread faster than a diseases, every next one changed a little by the mouth they were spoken from and so, you wondered how much of a truth they actually contained.

Contrary to what you imagined to see, the Elvenking did not resemble any kind of monster in the slightest. His grace and pride was undeniable, his beauty outstanding and his voice deeply serene. The weight of his gaze upon you seemed to be enough to crash you to the ground but instead of that, you were invited to the feast as a guest. A storyteller, the one who could share the most recent news about the world outside of the kingdom.

He did not act like a monster when he shared his people’s food and wine with you, neither did he act like one when he was listening to you talking, lazy sight carefully picking out every single detail of your appearance. Firen was the only way he addressed you endlessly, no matter how many opportunities you took to remind him your real name.

You have lost the track of time soon after arriving to Mirkwood, all days melting together like one, the kingdom surrounding you so magical that you forgot about all the evil creeping outside. There was no flesh eating creatures under the magnificent roof with countless waterfalls flowing down the halls. There was no fear between the ancient pages of the books you were eventually allowed to look at. There was no tears during the evening feasts in the forests. There was no pain in dancing all night long in the pale starlight.

There was only calmness filling your soul, the steady rhythm of your beating heart and the utter peace of your soul where apparently nothing bad could reach you. Walking in a dream, you found yourself falling in love with the world you did not belong to and to your surprising notice, you could experience all of it simply because the Elvenking—Thranduil, as you learned—allowed you to.

Simply because his heart was not as cold as the rumours claimed it to be.

“Tell me about your ancestors, firen,” he ordered on one particularly warm day, when the first, vivid green leaves were poking their tips out from the thin branches. It was an early morning, the fog still not fading in the sunlight and it was an accident that you stumbled upon each other—the Elvenking attending his usual morning stroll and you, still not going to sleep after a truly interesting lecture you managed to find in the library, written in a language you understood.

“About my family?” you wondered. “With all due respect, I’m not sure if I can interest you with this kind of story, My Lord. They are no royalty.”

“If I wanted to listen about royalty, I would simply take a look upon the letters my father left me.” His voice was haughty yet soft, like a fresh rime. “I was wondering what kind of people could beget a woman willing to travel alone through the foreign lands.”

“Are you thinking about lunatics or heroes?”

He did not smile at your little joke, but something in his expression changed. Perhaps your words did amuse him, which might be the reason why he apparently enjoyed your company, or maybe it was just the small bullfinch sitting on a nearby branch which caught his attention.

“I suppose we are to find out about that,” he barely whispered, not taking his gaze off the bird.

And so, you started talking, carefully choosing what to say next so you would not bore him with this not so exciting story. Living for as long as all Elves did, you would be surprised if he thought of any part of your speech as even remotely interesting. He has seen it all and much more, already, he has witnessed war, loss and love, he had an adult son and once a wife also. Your history, no matter how much could it mean to you, would soon be nothing but a blink of an eye for him, just as fleeting the seasons were.

You were a whisper on the wind, made to be heard by his ear and eventually fade out.

“Give me your hand.” The command caused you to stop talking in a middle of the sentence and look at the Elvenking confused. A quick motion of his arm caused an expensive robes to move gracefully before he showed what he expected from you. “Like that.”

You did as you were told, slowly outstretching your arm and only then noticing how the bullfinch tilted its head to the right and jumped few times on the branch before opening wings and swiftly landing at Thranduil’s open palm. It was a breath-taking view to observe, the trust of the small creature completely unexpected. You stood in the same position, listening as the Elvenking started talking, while gently stroking the bird’s head with his index finger.

“There is beauty in simplicity, something a race of Men often tends to forget about. Ironically, since they are the ones who should cherish it the most, the gentle passing of time. I find your admiration to save as many moments as possible as equally pointless and fascinating. To know that one day your whole existence will turn into ashes brings out the most primal instincts—but only the wise can focus on the beauty of a fleeting moment. A single memory.”

Slowly, he reached to you and you held your breath when the bird cautiously jumped from his hand onto yours, it’s tiny feet gently tickling your skin and the smile appearing on your lips.

“Not many of the race of Men can find a beauty in evanescence.” Thranduil continued, watching you staring at the bullfinch as if it was the first time in your whole life that you experienced such a moment. “It is a rare ability among those who do not feel the impact of time and even rarer in those who are the most prone to it.”

The bird on your hand with its adorably red belly was fascinating enough that you did not notice the way the Elvenking looked at you, aware that he was going to savour this single image in his memory for many, many thousands of years in the future.

Thranduil was not a monster, although he understood why many were ready to address him as such. He was aware of his doings, of his regrets and faults but he also knew how much does it take to carry the weight of the necessity. Men were foolish, easily led by their own emotions which changed as quickly as the wind, and it was their doom they always brought upon themselves. Perspective makes history look different, the deeds appearing in a light nobody would expect them to centuries ago and it was the ability their kind lacked.

How could they possibly understand what was wise and what not, if they never truly lived to face the consequences of their own actions? If they had no idea what would their descendants have to endure?

The human he decided to invite to his kingdom was no less blind than the rest of her kind, nevertheless he found her presence and stories amusing. It was different; her point of view, the news she brought from the lands far on the east, and he found himself roaming through the halls of his kingdom with head full of the images of her face and the sound of her voice. She talked about the beauty of the lake she stayed by one night in a way which made him feel like a fool. As if it was him, who was blind for this whole time and could not see the world in the same way she did.

Ironically, it was his eyes which were used to seeing more, looking through darkness and illusions.

There was a reflection of the setting sun in her eyes when she spoke about it, a picture so clear that he could almost touch it, as if he was witnessing it for the first time in his whole life. There was a melody in her tone when she was repeating the legends she heard along the way and for some reason he grew fond of it, the excitement being something he has forgotten long ago. There were not many things which could still surprise him, after all, there was nothing to look for, nothing to long for.

Except, perhaps, for the gentle softness of her lips when he imagined how would they feel against his. Would it be different and refreshing, just like her stories were? Would he still be able to enjoy it? Would the kiss bring out new palette of unnecessary emotions from her fragile heart?

He was never a monster, he told himself. The real monsters were out there, in the world, ready to slay the weaker, the ones of her kind. He would be selfish if he did not offer his help to those in need, if he did not provide the food supplies and wine for people from the Laketown who needed it the most after the terrifying dragon attack. The great serpent was the worst monster walking upon this lands and suddenly Thranduil felt grudge for everyone who dared to compare him to the vicious beast.

The Elvenking was never heartless, not in the moment when he was trying to protect his people from the mindless slaughter the Dwarves suffered in Erebor dozens of years ago, nor when he was ready to fight until his last breath to reclaim the gems of his wife—the last physical memory of her that he could still own. But especially not when he was kneeling on the cold, hard ground on the battlefield, holding the body of the human storyteller to his chest and listening to the silence where once her heartbeat was, the echo of a sword slicing the air where he was supposed to stand still loud in his mind, just like her desperate scream and a pitiful attempt to shield him.

Thranduil was never a monster but he knew better than anyone that he was, instead, a fool.

#13daysofspookywritingevent #13 days of spooky writing event #thranduil x reader #thranduil #the hobbit

[k0koii-yu]

Only Time Will Tell - Kirukiyo

Chapter 1 - Where Peace and Love Once Ruled

T’was a jolly, fresh morning like usual. The city’s marketplace was bustling with people. Little children ran and played on the street, and merchants were in their stands, offering the best deals they could make. Of course there were customers bargaining for better prices, and some were fighting each other for the best-quality products.

‘The usual.’ Kirumi thought as she smiled as she trotted along the market.

She decided to have a little look around, seeing if there was anything else of interest she could buy for her employer.

Oddly enough, not even the elegant pottery, the exotic animals or any other commodity from other lands caught her attention. She frowned, and continued looking around, before her eyes landed on a curious-looking stall. It was filled with whimsical gadgets and inventions, ranging from little toy-like automatons, to literal dragons of bronze and steel that would mercilessly set its path ablaze.

“Come one, come all! To the great Miu Iruma’s gadget fair!” The vendor shouted with extreme pride.

Kirumi laughed as she jogged over to the stall. The inventor, Miu, turned around to face her customer, smiling as she slumped herself down onto her stall. A mechanical dragon perched on her shoulder, looking relaxed as she rubbed its neck.

“Ah! Seems like I’ve gotten a new customer, eh? Now what would ya like from the magnificent Miu Iruma?” She began.

“Oh! Well, could you possibly show me some of the best stuff you have?” Kirumi politely asked. “My knowledge in mechanics is quite terrible.”

“Sure thing, cunniling-“

“Miu! What did we talk about?” Another woman yelled from the back of the inventor’s stall.

“No dirty talk in front of customers...” she whined as she rolled her eyes. Kirumi gently tapped at the inventor, who had almost forgotten about her customer.

“Eek! Sorry, that’s my wife. She helps control what comes from my mouth.” Miu explained.

“It’s fine. Anyways, about the gadgets.”

“Oh shit I totally forgot.” The inventor muttered before turning to get something. It looked like a pocket watch.

“So anyways here’s the least expensive one of the bunch. I call it, the Pocketwatch of Fate! What does it do, you may ask? Well, it basically counts the time left until you find your soulmate. One ring means you’ve met ‘em, two means it goes well. Laugh at me all you want, but it actually works! I’m telling ya!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll take your word for it.” Kirumi replied. “It’s fascinating, really, but how much does it cost?”

“10.”

“Alright.” Kirumi smiled as she handed over 10 copper coins. The inventor snatched them, before pounding the watch on her counter. Kirumi awkwardly smiled as she picked it up and left.

The afternoon sun scorched through the marketplace as maiden continued walking along, eyeing each stall closely for a good deal. After she had bought whatever groceries necessary, she decided to head to a little cafe back in the square to have some lunch.

It really didn’t take too long to find it; a little terrace that sat right next to the market. Ivy swirled around its columns like vibrant green snakes. Birds even settled their nests on its edge. Just like the market, the cafe was full of people, so much so that some waiters tumbled over trying to serve food.

She sighed and decided to go back with an empty stomach. Meat can’t stay fresh for long, and she didn’t want Ouma to get upset.

As she prepared to walk home, however, she felt someone- or something crash onto her. She stumbled, falling to the ground as her groceries spilled out of her basket. She also heard the sound of something small and metallic dropping, presumably the pocketwatch.

“Oh my, pardon me! I didn’t see you there!” A masculine voice said, sounding quite genuine.

“Oh no, it’s fine!” She replied, turning to look at the eyes...

Of the most handsome yet beautiful person she had met in her life. Wow.

His long, lustrous hair was as dark and shiny as the clearest rivers under the night sky. He had golden eyes that shone brighter than the sun, both of which blinded her with their beauty. She also noticed that he wore a silver pendant around his neck.

“Lady, are you alright?” The mysterious man asked.

“I-I’m sorry.” Kirumi replied calmly as she got up. She then turned around to see her spilled basket, gasping before proceeding to frantically pick everything up.

“May I help you?” The gentleman asked, reaching out his hand.

“There is no need, but if you insist, please do so.”

The stranger nodded as he crouched down to pick up some fallen vegetables and a piece of wrapped meat. As he was almost done, however, he caught a glimpse of a shiny, golden object at the corner of his eye. He already had an idea of what it was, but needed confirmation. So he asked:

“Lady, did you happen to purchase the infamous Pocketwatch of Fate from the renowned inventor, Miu Iruma?”

“Yes, and why do you ask?”

“Well I believed this is yours?” He said, grabbing the watch and handing it over to her.

“Oh well it is. Even though I intended to buy this for someone else. But thank you again, kind stranger.”

“Your welcome. And just so you know, you could just call me Kiyo.”

Unbeknownst to the two of them, the moment he handed it to her, the exact second their hands met...

Two gentle rings were simultaneously heard. To be specific, it was one ring coming from two sources:

The pocketwatch on the maiden’s hand...

...and the silver pendant necklace.

“W-Wait!” Kirumi thought, “If what Miu said was true, and one ring signifies the finding of one’s soulmate, could that possibly mean...”

Once the ringing stopped, the two strangers looked at each other, eyes widened.

“Kiyo, that pendant necklace- is it- do you know what is the meaning of this?”

“We were destined for each other..”

At this point they didn’t pay attention to the crowd of people staring at them. They were too caught up in their discoveries to even care anyway.

“Kiyo- I- I’m sorry.”

“Why-”

The maiden stood up and walked away, before stopping on her tracks and turning to him.

“I’ll be honest here: I won’t curse the universe for pairing you and me. Actually, I consider it quite a blessing to meet someone as beautiful and kind as you are. It’s just- I can’t let anyone take my heart yet. No. Not even a magical item that has the ability to find one’s soulmate can distract me from the busy life I have. So until we find time to grow closer, plan our lives and maybe eventually, get married and raise a family, this is goodbye.”

The maid sadly sighed as she turned around and continued walking away. The townspeople began to disperse as noon shifted to evening. Kiyo stood there, speechless. He respected the fact that she wasn’t ready to make love with anyone, nor did she have the time for it. It’s just that...

The woman he fell for, who was also his soulmate, didn’t even tell him her name.

——

Chapter 2 coming soon!

#kirumi tojo #korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo x kirumi #kirukiyo #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #writing #fanfic #alternate universe #fantasy au #soulmate au

[talesofealdancynedom]

Electra, grown, with her selkie furs.

Tale 31: If We Lost The Sea Wives (chapter 3 - Electra’s coat  3/5 ) part 7. Stories of Magic Forests

no warings

              Fey are made by The Beast Kings, and thus magic itself. They know no time, feel no hate, take no side, and cannot form judgement. They are unable to age, and are stuck in an immature state. But that’s their charm. Fey are both very human, but distinctly not. Neither animal, nor person. Their humanness is why people love them, and requite fey affection on occasion. This is the only way a fey can have parents; Instead of being formed by magic itself, fey can breed if they know true love. The child will always be the same fey as it’s fey parent, but will also always be raised like a human.

              Saturn Firepot and his selkie wife, Iearda were expecting a baby. She did not comprehend the array of emotional human responses, or even notice she was with child. But Saturn of coarse, was excitemed. The cabin freshly finished, and in the fire of love, his life felt like it couldn’t get any better. He had graduated with his specialist degree, and had begun his own research. Saturn felt like he was in his prime. In fact, his glasses were a little too rosy. Due seeing fey as human, Saturn forgot his one and only was a fish fey; And thus if the baby was a girl, she too would be a selkie. A daughter would need to be fully submerged to turn into a seal, in order to survive. A son would just be a regular human boy. Nowhere in the other ten lands, was not knowing the gender of your baby, been so stressful. Worse yet, the home birthing culture was intense, due to the commonality of men marrying and reproducing with sea wives. Selkies were known to bite in such stressful times, and partially still had their seal teeth. A blood wound was nothing, compared to the fact Saturn was too ashamed of his predicament to do it all properly. He bought a tub to fill with sea water at their beach, and relied on the fact that fey don’t get birth complications; Because their made of magic, not biology.

              Once the drama was over, and Firepot’s sea wife sat by the tide; Recovering without a clue what just happened. Meanwhile, Saturn bathed his daughter in the tub. Only Northland Sea water was good enough for his child. The adorable ross seal pup, starred up at him, barely able to swim. The baby just turned into a seal upon touching the water. While Saturn was distracted,  someone entered the beach house. As grey mist suddenly settled, it felt like it was going to rain. Saturn took the pup out of the water to cradle her, as unease set in. When he looked at his new daughter, she was now a baby swaddled in a little white fur coat.

“She needs a name. Don’t worry, I’m used to it.” An ethereal woman’s voice chimed. Saturn looked up to see a large woman of his people, with long wavy ginger hair, eyes of the sea, and a large spiked crown; the Fish King, in all her beauty. Men however, become entranced upon seeing her land form, and Saturn was reduced into a catatonic state while the Fish King named the girl.

“Her name is Electrid. As her father, you get to know that. It’s ok if I tell you. I trust as a seer, you know the importance of a fey’s name.” The Fish King said, leaving through the glass sliding doors. The thin curtains blew, as a light salty breeze waved in. When Saturn came out of his trance, his daughter was crying, and the beach was empty. His selkie love had gone back to the sea. Saturn was left clutching his fey daughter, completely alone. He began rocking and sobbing with her, on his knees on the cabin floor. He had no local family, or friends. It was just him in a cabin, by a magic ocean, on an abandoned beach, looking into the infinite misty ocean. Heartbroken.

              Saturn was destroyed that his one true love would put on her skin, and leave. She seemed so content the year and a half. It made Saturn feel secure. He wasn’t forcing her to stay however. Ierna’s coat always hung on the hat stand, by the porch. Fey often have no logical reason for their actions. As a seer of fey, he knew this. It is possible, that she may forget about him with time. Ierna had been away from the sea for so long, perhaps she missed it and wanted an extended vacation. Either way, Saturn decided he would never have it happen again. He took off his daughter’s snowy Selkie coat, and stuffed it in a trunk at the foot of his bed. Then he the girl in human baby clothes.

Without her skin, she was a normal baby girl; Normal enough to convince the local hospital to give her a birth certificate, and his last name. Human bottles, human food, human clothes, human language, and human books. He went the extra mile, to make sure no one knew Electra was anything but a regular daughter. He told lie after lie, to affirm he was a single parent. Any time Electra gazed into the sea, or couldn’t relate to the other children, Saturn would say everyone is different, and distract her with affection. Anything to prevent the most precious thing to him, form returning to the ocean forever. It had been years, and Ierna was still gone. Saturn had now become the cooky village wizard, living alone on a beach.

               It is fair to say, that Saturn was so good at hiding Electra’s feyness, that everyone was fooled, including her. His apt knowledge of fey behaviour, from his job, meant he knew how to raise and teach her to be more like a person. The teeth were a little hard to explain sometimes; As mentioned, selkies have slightly seal like teeth, even in human form. All things considered, fey or not, both father and daughter got joy and fulfillment with only each other to love. Exclusive cuddle rights, fish pie, and Welsh cakes. Listening to radio shows, while playing on the beach with the other fey. Saturn had told all of them long ago, not to tell Electra or any other human, that she was a selkie. They loved him so much by then, they obliged without question. Each dragon, fairy, and fish, did not understand why a human would desire such a simple favour, but it was no problem as they have little to say to most common men.

Saturn became so lost in raising Electra, and keeping up the lie, that he forgot she would grow up. Without understanding human emotions. Electra often made assumptions about life stages, and appropriate social etiquette. Electra, shortly after graduating secondary school, came home with a young lad one afternoon. She had just gone out for cabbage, but also decided to pick up a boy she thought was cute as well.

“Daddy! Can he join us for dinner? I offered to show him our beach house and quiet bay. He said yes! He is so charming, and he dyed his hair orchid to match his kilt. It looks gleaming in traditional knots; and brings out his grey eyes! Oh, and he makes me smile, as everything he says is so sweet!” Electra ranted, starring at the man, like she was consumed by his essence. The boy seemed a bit rattled, and Saturn, as an overprotective father, was livid.

“Excuse me; Who are you? What are you doing with my daughter?” he said firmly.

“I’m Jasper of house Nix. She... She’s the local girl who wears the flowy dresses, and stares at me often; Oh, and she brings me daisies.” He responded. “I approached her, to ask why she was acting all odd; Then she asked if I wanted to go to the beach, and I said yes! She is by far, the most adorable maiden in town, and she looks just like you, I do say! Down to the grey eyes and ginger hair, she does!  You must be her father?”

“Aye…” Saturn said. It was worse than he thought. Electra had become infatuated with an idiot. As the village of Isfisceard was used to magic, and mundane ladies of beauty swooning, it could blur together. The lad had no clue, Electra was a selkie. He assumed she was just charismatic and flirty.

“You built this beach house? It’s homey. I love the yellow and white cabin aesthetic, on the amber wood. This place smells of the ocean and my favourite black tea. Oh, and just look at the enchanting view!” Jasper said, looking into the sea. For once, Electra wasn’t looking into the ocean; She was looking at Jasper. Saturn shrugged, and offered him a beach-side picnic. He was indeed a very sweet boy. Jasper helped clean up, danced with Electra, spouted nothing but positivity, and may have been too stupid to know malice. He reminded Saturn of himself. It made him continue the lie, and preserve their innocent love. He could tell by the look on Electra’s face, she was more then just fond of him. Electra wouldn’t love again in his lifetime; Fey can’t become infatuated again, until their previous obsession dies, or they succumb to grief with the passing of the one who loved them back. This made Saturn invested in the pair. He wanted his little girl to be happy, and see their happily ever after, as his was so brief.

              After almost a year of regular dating, Jasper requited her love, and moved into the beach house. They all shared black coffee, that mixed with the salty temperate breeze. They listened to the hum of the storms, gulls, and the sea shell wind chimes. Jasper and Saturn would sing together, for the sea fey, making Electra’s day. For all sea daughters love song. Everything seemed perfect again. Then Saturn got a job offer, in The Grand West. As a fey expert, and professor at an academy; He was being promoted. Assured his cabin, beach, and darling daughter was safe with Jasper, he accepted the offer. Like the call of a second chance, he was eager to take. Saturn took Electra’s coat with him, and continued to tell everyone his beautiful little girl, with a sort of inhuman beauty, was one hundred percent human. Anything to keep her happy, safe, and on land. Anything to make sure that when he returned, his baby girl would be there.

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[mertronus]

Secret Mission

Chapter 4

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Monday morning Ron reluctantly left Hermione asleep in their room at the Leaky Cauldron to head into the Ministry early with Harry, who met him downstairs for breakfast so they could floo directly from there.  Before he left, he discreetly ordered breakfast to be sent up to room 14 as well.

He briefly considered telling Harry then and there.  It would have been the moment, after all, as they were 'alone'.  But then the guilt of even Harry knowing before his mum ate away at him and he decided against it.

He knew he needed to tell his mum today.  This secret was getting to him and made him feel as if he was hiding her because he was ashamed.  When, truth be told, he was dying to show Hermione off as his wife and introduce him to his family - to the entire wizarding world if he was being frank!  He wanted to stand on top of Gringotts on a dragon and scream it to the entirety of Wizarding London.  No, sod that...the entire world!  Wizards and muggles alike!

The brilliant, beautiful, albeit completely insufferable and stubborn at times, Hermione Jean Granger was his wife.  Off the market.  His only from now until forever.  

There are times he still can't believe it.  Over the course of the year, every moment he was with her he thought she actually wants me.  Sodding redheaded, gangly, freckled-faced Ronald Weasley.  He admittedly thought she was way out of his league when he first laid eyes on her.  He still wasn't sure what spurred the courage to kiss her - during a row of all moments, too.  But he was so glad he did.

She fancied him.  She fell in love with him.  She agreed to marry him.  And he still couldn't wrap his mind around it all.

Mum will love her.  Bill will be surprised.  Charlie and the twins will take the mickey but will eye her appreciatively.  Percy will be impressed by her brilliant mind.  And I'll be able to say to them, "she's all mine."

Ron also knew that Ginny would love her - and had no doubt Harry would too.  But something told him that once Ginny got her hands on her newest sister-in-law, it would be hard to separate them.

It was during one of Ron and Hermione's late night strolls in the back gardens of the castle in France when she told Ron that she almost went to Hogwarts. Ron couldn't help but imagine that they all - Harry, Hermione and himself and maybe Ginny, too - likely would have been the closest friends.  He momentarily wondered if she would have fancied Harry better though, if given the choice, but quickly shook that thought out of his mind.  As much as he acted like it bothered him, Harry and Ginny were made for each other, even back then.  And Hermione was made for Ron alone.  

But he really couldn't wait to introduce her to his family and best mate.  He was determined to tell his mum that very day.  Everyone will know by tomorrow.

Ron spent most of the morning in the Auror Department.  His team met with Ledwig and Robards (Hermione was excused from the meeting, but Ledwig knew Ron would give her any pertinent information) and as there were three wizards still at large, the ring leader included, Robards let them know that Besson implied the team may be requested to return after all...as early as next week.  

Ron groaned.  He wasn't looking forward to leaving his family again so soon, but the bright side was that Hermione, being a part of the team, would go with him.  So at least he wouldn't have to leave her.  This time.

Admittedly, however, having Hermione so close to the action unnerved him greatly.  It led to many more rows over the fifteen months they spent at the castle in South France.  And even though, thankfully, the team had an easy time apprehending those they were able to, she still showed that she could hold her own at any moment.  During one surprise ambush, she expertly disarmed one of the suspects before anyone on the team even noticed he was there - which led to his capture and arrest.  Ron almost forgot that the woman with short blonde hair and wearing glasses was his Hermione in disguise.

In a nutshell, his wife was a ruddy brilliant bad arse.

But it was still dangerous, even for him.  He would still much rather the mission be over and done with so she could move on to her next, less dangerous - and hopefully in London - assignment.  

In the meantime, a Belgium auror team took over the current mission and were working on finding the final three, but Besson reckoned they needed a bit of help.  Robards said they would know more later on in the week.

Bloody brilliant.

Ron hung around the office for a bit after the meeting, catching up with colleagues, then went back to the Leaky and ordered lunch for two, taking it up to the room where he found Hermione reading.  They tucked in to their sandwiches and chips as he updated her on the outcome of the meeting, enjoyed a lazy afternoon shag, then Ron head off to the Burrow with promises to put things in motion to bring her along to meet the family.

His plan was to get there early enough that anyone else besides his mum would still be at work.  His plan, however, was foiled.

Ron walked into the kitchen to find Mum, Ginny, Fleur and Audrey at the kitchen table, parchment and magazines spread out in front of them talking loudly and animatedly.  Bill and Harry were in the sitting room keeping Victoire and Dominique occupied.

"What's going on?" Ron asked as he walked into the sitting room and cocked his head towards the loud kitchen.

Harry stood up and beamed.  "I didn't want to say anything this morning mate, because I wasn't sure, but the decision has been made."  He paused and Ron rolled his eyes to say 'get on with it then'.  "Ginny and I are getting married on Saturday!"

"What?!  You serious mate?"

"No, I'm not Sirius, I'm Harry.  But yes, we're getting married on Saturday."  Bill laughed at Harry's quip and Ron picked up a throw pillow and threw it at him.

"Cheeky git!"

"Cheeky git!" Victoire repeated.  Ron's eyes bulged as Bill tried to distract Victoire before -

"RONALD!!   YOU WILL WATCH YOUR MOUTH IN FRONT OF MY GRANDCHILDREN!"

Ron's ears turned bright red.  "Sorry Mum."  

Blimey, not even being a bad arse auror and taking down the darkest wizards can keep me from a bollocking from mum.

Molly continued to fuss over Ron as she padded around the kitchen, going back and forth between making dinner and pouring over Ginny's notes.

"We need all hands on deck this week.  Ron, Harry, I know you'll be busy with work during the day, but I expect you both here when you're not on the clock to get things done.  We'll also need to get you two and the rest of the boys to Madam Malkin's to be fitted for your dress robes."  Ron groaned, Molly ignored him and continued.  "Lily and I will handle the food - I'll discuss that with her tonight - and Fleur, Audrey, you'll work with Katie and Angelina on the decorations and set up.  You'll petition the men for the heavy lifting, of course - chairs, table and whatnot.  You ladies will focus most on the flower arrangements."

She continued to rattle off instructions as she laid out the food on the table.  Then, to Ron's surprise, she started to put on her traveling cloak.

"Mum, where're you -"

"Dinner's all ready for you lot!  Ginny and I are heading over to the Potter's to meet with Lily.  Harry, dear, if your father shows up and brings Sirius along, please mind them and be sure they behave."  She shook her head as she headed for the door with Ginny on her tail, both their arms laden with parchments and magazines.  "Clean up after yourselves!"

"How long will you be?" Ron called after them...but they were both gone with matching pops.  Damnit to hell!  What just happened?

"Did you catch any of that, mate?"  Harry asked laughing.

"Not in the least," Ron mumbled, feeling defeated.  Hermione is going to hex my bollocks for this.

Ron hung around the Burrow for a few more hours, hoping he could catch his mum when she returned, but it was getting late and it was obvious she wouldn't be back anytime soon.  He finally returned to Hermione to explain.  She was understanding.  Disappointed, but understanding.

As the next couple of days passed, however, it was obvious that her patience was faltering.  Tuesday and Wednesday were much the same - after work Ron would go straight to the Burrow and find Molly absent.  She would be either at the Potters planning with Lily, or out on errands for the wedding.  In her wake she left tasks for all to do.

Thursday evening Ron thought he finally had his chance.  Molly was there when he arrived and completely frazzled.

"Mum," Ron said after watching her tut around from the kitchen to the sitting room, fussing over floral arrangements and menus and seating plans.  He grabbed her by her shoulders and gave them a squeeze.  "Mum, you need to take a breath."

To his surprise, it actually worked.  Molly stopped, leaned into her boy's embrace, and took a deep breath.  "There's just so much to do."

"Well, it's a good thing there are so many of us to do it, yeah?"  He felt his mum chuckle and nod.  "Why don't I take you on a walk?  Get some air, step away form this a bit?  I'd really like to have a chat with you anyway."

Molly looked around ready to protest, then looked at her son.  She must have seen the sincerity in his eyes because she immediately melted.  "You're leaving me again aren't you?"

Ron shrugged.  "I honestly don't know for sure yet.  That's why I was really hoping to get just a few moments with you, you know?  We haven't been able to just talk since I've been back."

"Oh, Ronnie you're right!  I'm so sorry!  A walk sounds just lovely, dear.  Let's go now before something demands my attention, shall we?"  She allowed Ron to steer her towards the door and Ron sighed in relief.  

Finally!  

His elation quickly subsided once he realized he didn't actually think about what he was going to say once he finally got the chance.  But, he had to get on with it.  This had gone on long enough.

They started through the garden, Molly holding Ron's arm, and he took a deep breath.

"There's just...a lot's happened this year while I was away that I've been dying to tell you all week."  He paused thinking through exactly how to phrase what he wanted to say and decided to start by telling her about meeting Hermione.

"You see - "

A loud crack was heard from behind them followed by a squeal from Ginny.  "CHARLIE!!!"

Molly dropped Ron's arm and turned on her heel.  "Charlie?  Here?"  She took off back to the house as Ron stood abandoned in the garden.

"Merlin's saggy right - aaarrrrggghhh!"  He pushed his hands through his hair and closed his eyes.  "Charlie has got to have the worst timing EVER!"  Ron blew out a loud huff and rolled his eyes.  

I love my brother.  I missed my brother.  I'm so happy my brother is here.  But did he have to choose this moment???  

He plastered a smile on his face and set off at a jog back to the house, admitting to himself that of course he was actually excited to see Charlie.

#Ron Weasley #auror ron weasley #ron and hermione #ROMIONE #romione fanfic #hermione granger #au harry potter #side hinny

[magalidragon]

OMG I was cleaning out my WIP folder and found a Jonerys Addam’s Family remix I started in October and never finished aka forgot about. I guess I have Halloween fics ready. It is in three months after all.

Here’s a blurb. It’s so bad, it was right when I started writing Jonerys. 🤣

Little Sam was not deterred by the dog’s size or its peculiar eyes. He stepped towards it; hand outstretched. “Wow! Big dog!”

“Sam no!” she exclaimed, grabbing for him. She stepped backwards to the door, preparing to whisk her son away from the vicious animal. Even though the animal hadn’t made one move towards her son other than cocking its head curiously.

“This is Ghost,” the silver-haired woman purred, leaning down—not very far since the dog almost came to her shoulder—to ruffle his ears. She kissed his nose, the dog licking at her cheek. She giggled again, like a little girl. “And he’s not a dog, he’s a wolf.”

Sam yelped. “A wolf!? Is that legal?”

“Of course.”

They all looked up at the second level and Gilly’s eyes further widened, staring up at what she thought might be one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. Of course, she hastily thought, she loved Sam dearly but…gods. The man who took a step down towards them was wearing an all black suit, tailored perfectly to his thin yet muscular frame. He had black curly hair pulled halfway from his face into a bun and a trimmed black beard. She noted that his gray eyes were the same shape and color as the other woman. Perhaps they were related.

He walked, no he— glided— down the staircase, coming to stand by the beautiful silver-haired woman, who beamed at him, immediately molding against him. “My love,” she purred, dragging a blood-red nail down over his pale face. She pursed her lips. “Arya brought us new neighbors!”

“I was thinking of making them a pie,” Arya said. There was a somewhat demonic gleam in her eyes.

Gilly lifted her brows and Little Sam looked up from where he’d been digging his shoe into a knot in the wooden floor. “I like pies,” he piped up. He cocked his head. “What kind? I like apple.”

Arya pursed her lips, a smile still tugging at them and her eyes flashed, glancing sideways at the man, who was glaring at her, almost in warning. “I can make an apple pie. I think.”

“No,” the man said, final. Arya stuck her lower lip out in a pout. He turned his face back to them, apologizing. “My sister is not that good of a baker, you really wouldn’t like her pies.”

“The dragons do,” the woman said.

“Dragons?” Little Sam asked. Gilly laughed, nervous again; maybe Sam was right—perhaps they should have just left their neighbors to themselves. She was getting quite a strange vibe from them. Very intense and…just plain odd. It was like they were from another world. She took sight of the lanterns and old-fashioned oil lamps on the walls. Or another time, maybe.

Sam cleared his throat, pushing by her and offering his hand. “My name is Samwell Tarly, this is my wife Gilly and our son Little Sam. We’ve already met your…”

“Sister,” he and the brown-haired woman said at the same time.

The silver-haired woman had now wound herself almost entirely around the man, her violet eyes boring holes into them. It made Gilly oddly uncomfortable how close they were to each other. She was all one for public affection, she did not consider herself too prudish, but this was almost too much, especially in front of perfect strangers. The woman made a sound like a purr, dragging her finger down his face, her bright red lips pulling up over her teeth. “This is my husband Jon.” She licked her lips, her pupils turning her eyes almost entirely black. “Issa zokla.”

Gilly arched her brows at the odd language, but even more so when the man named Jon made a sound like a growl, sweeping the woman around and lifting her feet off the ground; she wasn’t wearing any shoes and her toenails were painted the same blood red as her nails. “Gods Dany, you know how the Valyrian makes me.”

“Of course, I know.”

Arya grinned. “Ignore them. They’re foul, especially when Dany speaks Valyrian.”

Sam gaped, shaking his head and pulling on her hand. “We should leave.”

The woman spoke, Gilly guessed this was the Dany that Arya referenced. “Oh no don’t leave, Jon was just forgetting his manners. He can be such an uncouth wolf. By the way zokla, you seemed upset when you came down just now, whatever happened?” Gilly couldn’t tell how she knew that the man was upset, he seemed to have a perpetually dour look.

The man—Jon—shrugged. “I wanted you to know that Lyanna started another fire but I put it out.” He looked over at Little Sam, smiling down at him, but the smile did not meet his eyes. “And it seems we may finally have a friend for our little Lyanna.”

“You have a daughter?” Sam asked. Gilly wasn’t sure why he was nervous to ask, but she supposed he should be. This entire introduction had been quite odd. Surreal was probably a better term for it.

The woman—Dany—beamed, with the glow only a mother could have for the mention of her child. Gilly smiled, pleased to see it, as she recognized it completely, having felt the same pride at the mention of her son. “Yes! Our little Lyanna, she’s six.” She turned back to the house, walking over to the bannister and banged her hand on the wall, the sound of her small hand somehow—rather unnaturally—reverberating through the house. “Lyanna!” she bellowed, with a volume and strength that belied her tiny frame.

Jon idly brushed at his suit lapel, rather bored. “She’s probably in the dungeons.”

Sam and Gilly shot each other horrified looks. Dungeons!?

“She loves the dungeons,” Arya said. She handed the plant to Dany. She smirked. “I’m going to go find Gendry. I think he’s probably had enough of the shackles.”

Shackles!?

Just who exactly were these people, Gilly wondered, trying to smile but found herself gripping Little Sam’s shoulders tight so he didn’t try to lunge for the wolf, which had moved closer to his master, all glowing red eyes and blinding white fur.  She was trying not to be frightened or at least <i>show</i> how frightened she was but it was proving difficult the longer they were in the company of these people.  She smiled, weak.  “Um…so your names…” She was trying to say them, but found her voice caught in her throat.  “Um…”

“Oh of course, so sorry!”  The woman pressed her hand to her chest, her violet eyes earnest.  “My name is Daenerys and this is my husband Jon.”  She rose on her toes.  “Issa zokla.”

The same words she’d said before had the man growling again, nipping at her lower lip, which she stuck out as she grit her teeth, and growling as well.  “Speak more Valyrian and we’ll see the wolf.”

“Valyrian?” she finally asked, confused, at the same time Sam exclaimed in immediate curiosity.  “Valyrian!?”

Dany turned, her back pressed against her husband’s front.  Gilly blinked, shocked, as the little woman wiggled herself against him in a rather obscene manner.  Jon simply kissed her temple, muttered something to her and she frowned, but backed off of him.  “Oh yes, my family hails from Old Valyria, it’s my mother tongue.”  She stepped to Sam, violet eyes expanding, that girlish curiosity returning.  “Do you know Valyrian?”

“Ah…I studied it as an elective in college, but I am afraid I did not pick it up well.”

“That’s too bad.”  She glanced at Gilly, smiling warmly.  “Valyrian does wonderful things for the soul, it is the only language suited for poetry.”  She turned back to her husband, biting his lower lip.  “And it does incredible things for passion.”

“Indeed,” Jon said, kissing her again.  He turned his intense gaze on them both.  “Thank you for the plant.”

Gilly’s mouth fell slightly, unsure what to say to that.  She jumped, skittish, when she heard the sound of something—or someone—screaming.  “What…what’s that?”The couple exchanged bored looks.  

“Probably Bran,” Dany said.  She sighed, waving her hand nonchalantly.  “My brother-in-law, he keeps ravens.  They are dreadfully loud sometimes.”  She frowned, glancing at Jon.  “Oh darling, do you think it could be Viserys?  I thought I told Lyanna to keep him from the fire.”  She sighed, her smooth brow wrinkling in annoyance.  “He really should know by now that he is not a dragon.”

“I’ll go check.”  Jon smiled at them both again, in that rather bored, vacant away.  “It was nice to meet you both.  I will send Lyanna over whenever we find her.”

Dany clapped her hands again, gesturing for them to enter further into the house.  “Would you like to come in for something to drink?  We have a lovely Arbor Gold that my dear friend Tyrion left us after he…” She trailed off, a somewhat sad look on her beautiful face.  Before she wiped it completely and beamed some more.  “Went on holiday.”

Sam pulled at her elbow, which Gilly did not mind at all, taking her step backwards as well.  “Um, we should really get back home.”  He spoke loudly, stammering.  “M-m-my b-b-brother k-k-knows…”

“He’s saying his brother is expecting us.”  It was a lie, but Gilly was just as terrified of this strange family as Sam was now.  Even if she still wanted to know more.  Like how the woman in front of her looked so young. Or at least looked like she hadn’t given birth, her stomach as flat as anything.  Gilly self-consciously touched her abdomen.  She still carried a couple of stubborn pounds from Little Sam.  She shot him a look; he was still trying to get to the wolf, who had remained dutifully at his mistress’s side.

The woman smiled again.  “That’s wonderful.  My brother lives with us too.  As does my great-uncle.  Aemon.  Don’t worry if you see him wandering around, he’s blind but he gets by just fine.  Also, my husband’s little sister and brother live with us, sometimes his other sister visits but she’s a horrible bore, so normal.”

Gilly shuddered to think what this family thought was normal.  It was clear that they had a rather peculiar take on things.  Manners, décor, pets…they mentioned dungeons and fire the way she referred to Little Sam playing with trains and cars.  “Um, we need to go.  We will…ah…enjoy the plant!”  

They were out of the house faster than she thought she could move, almost hauling Little Sam up off the ground and carting him over her shoulder.  She grabbed his hand instead, hurrying back down the driveway and beyond the iron gates, not stopping until they were back at their house, door shut and locked.  

She heaved her breath, rushing upstairs to their bedroom, throwing open the curtains and staring at the house, eyes wide.  She stared across the way, to the big mansion, with its vines, iron, and dragons.  “Who the seven hells are they?” she gasped.

Sam shut their door and looked out with her, shaking his head.  “I have no idea, but Little Sam is never going over there.” Agreed.

#jonerys #my wips #my fics #found this silly halloween fic I started and never finished #and wow it needs work #but it made me giggle so I will share with you guys #my moodboards

[dreamlanddoll]

Love at First Sight (Ch.1/?)

You are the soft-hearted, hopeless romantic princess of a far away Kingdom, and when you and your family comes to visit Enchanica to discuss legalities between your two Kingdoms, a certain sorcerer catches your eye- as you catch his. 

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“Alright, what’s on the do-to scroll today, Baileywick?” Roland inquired the Royal Steward, sitting himself at the dining table and digging into his breakfast in order to start the day.

The older man beside him cleared his throat- eyeing the long parchment up and down. “Well, first you need to decide on when you’re holding the Summer Ball this upcoming month.”

Roland hummed, rubbing his chin. “Why not June 20th? It’s the first day of Summer, isn’t it?” 

From across the table, where the three royal children sat- the tall, spoiled blonde perked up at hearing about this. “But Daddy, that’s when my Coming of Age ball is. You didn’t forget, did you?” She pouted, batting her eyes like a cartoon lamb. 

Roland sighed, smiling at his daughter- how could he say no to his little girl? “Alright, fine. uh... next month then.” He was about to take another bite of his toast until Baileywick began again. 

“And we have dinner plans proceeded by a three day meeting with the royal family of Romansa in just five hours. They’re also staying for the ball, sire.” He said, fixing his spectacles. 

Roland hissed, his eye twitching and his shoulders tensing. “Ooohh, right, I almost forgot about that.” He chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed. The King turned to his children, who were looking intently at him as he spoke. “Uh, kids, do you think the three of you could plan a small welcoming for our guests today?”

Amber beamed, sitting up in her chair on her knees. “Oooo~! I love planning things~!”

James crossed his arms- nowhere near excited as his twin. “As long as I’m not on decorations.”

Sofia decided to chime in, placing her hands on the table. “I could ask Mr. Cedric to prepare a few magic tricks for them after dinner.”

Roland smiled at his kids. “That would be wonderful, thank you three.” He turned back to his trusty steward. “What’s next on that list, Baileywick?”

As the two men discussed business, and Queen Miranda enjoyed her breakfast, the royal children excused themselves from the table to huddle together and start planning. 

“I’ll go get snacks!” James proclaimed excitedly. 

“I’ll get the decor!” Amber swooned. 

“And I’ll go get Mr. Cedric.” Sofia beamed. And with that exchange, the three of them headed off to their duties. 

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In his workshop, the Royal Sorcerer was hunched over his desk, focusing intently on the delicate potion he had been brewing, as always.

“Alright, I just need one more sunflower seed...” He reached out his arm to his side, only to find that the bag was nowhere in his grasp. 

Cedric looked over to see that his jar of enchanted seeds had somehow ended up on the far end of his desk. To which he sighed, knowing if he moved to get it, the potion would suffer unattended to. 

“If I can reach it.” He groaned. 

The knock at his door only fueled Cedric’s frustration. 

“Whoever it is, I’m afraid I’m a little busy!” He called while still attempting to reach the jar.  

“It’s Sofia!” 

This led Cedric to sigh in relief and let his arm flop down. “Oh thank goodness.” He muttered, happy it was the one person he trusted touching any of his workshops magic tools. “Come in!” 

Sofia was quick to come in, gently closing the door behind her as she gave her mentor a look of growing concern at the current position he seemed to be in; tired. “Mr. Cedric? Need any help?”

“Yes, if you could just hand me those sunflower seeds at the end of the table.” He instructed, pointing at the jar. 

Sofia walked up, handing it to him with ease.

“Now, what is it that you need?” The sorcerer inquired absentmindedly as he continued to sprinkle the seed into his potion. Making it change from a vibrant green to a royal blue.

Sofia grinned, still keeping her gaze on him. “Why? Can’t I just visit my best friend?” She asked cheekily while shrugging. 

Cedric gave the young girl a look, which on it’s own told her to get to the point. 

The Princess giggled. “Okay, okay. I- well, Dad needs you to prepare a magic show for some visiting royals today.”

Cedric felt a jolt of anxiety go through his body, making him jump in his seat his eyebrows twist up. “Today?!” One day was hardly enough to prepare for a whole magic show. 

Sofia placed her hands on the desk. “Don’t worry Mr. Cedric, it’s in 5 hours so you have some time! Plus...” she grabbed the seed jar and put it back in it’s proper drawer. “I’ll be around all day to help you out.”

Cedric allowed a small smile to tug at his lips when the princess offered her help. Sofia was always quick to lend a hand, especially to him, and Cedric couldn’t be more grateful for that little girl’s heart.

“Well alright Sofia.” The sorcerer shrugged as he twisted a cap on his potion bottle and tucked it away. “Now, how would you suggest we get started?”

Sofia tapped her chin in thought before her face lit up. “Do you have any experience in illusion spells?”

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Meanwhile, an unfamiliar and extravagant looking coach had strolled it’s way into the Dunwitty village. Making the regulars part way of the vehicle. 

Inside, the wide eyes of the excited princess darted at all her surroundings. Drinking in the new scenery that wasn’t 3 hours of plain blue sky. 

“Oh, Peggy, isn’t this exciting?” You smiled, clasping your gloved hands together in front of your chest. 

Your red-headed lady in-waiting hummed, her half-lidded eyes looking outside the carriage window, trying to ignore all the bumps and rocks on the road disrupting the two of you. She scanned the Dunwitty village, and to be honest, was not too pleased with what she saw. The washed out browns, dressed down villagers and earthy smell did not suit her usual pallet. “I...” her eyes shifted back to you- you were beaming with the wide eyes of an innocent school girl. Peggy sighed, forcing a smile. “If you say so, your Highness.”

You giggled and shook your head, waving your hand. “Pegs, how many times must I tell you you can call me (y/n)? We’re friends, aren’t we?” You turned your head to look outside, becoming distracted by the large dragon-shaped slide in the Dunwitty playground. You gasped in amazement and sat up on your knees, leaning out the window to get a closer look. 

The lady in waiting gasped, reaching forward to pull you by your waist back into the carriage and sit you down like a proper lady. “Call us what you like, my lady-” she huffed, dusting off your royal blue petticoat with golden embroidery. “-but it’s not appropriate for a princess to call her lady in waiting a... a friend.” She looked down, rubbing her arm sheepishly. 

You gave her a sincere smile. “Well, I think it’s possible for anyone to be friends. Including us.” You grabbed her hands, looking her in the eyes. Peggy returned your kind features. 

“You’ve always been quite the hopeless romantic, Princess.” She rolled her eyes playfully. You closed your eyes and blushed, scrunching up your nose and silently thanking her. 

“But remember, we’re here so you can learn how to discuss business, not to sight see.”

Hearing that, you crossed your arms and slouched back into your seat. “I know... but oh how it bores me so!” You dramatically weeped, throwing an arm over your forehead.

Peggy rolled her eyes, knowing you’d get over it soon enough. You always got like this- purposely throwing yourself around like a betrayed wife in a theater drama and then forgetting about it three minutes later because of your gold-fish attention span. Your daydreaming always won over your thoughts at the end of the day. 

Slowly, the carriage came to a stop- and as your handmaiden hopped out of the opposite side, on your side the door was opened for you by the coachman. He offered his hand for you as you stepped out. 

You thanked the coachman, who nodded and bowed- backing out of your way as you slowly looked up at the gorgeous castle. Your lips parted and your eyebrows raised as you let out a small, “Wow...” You’ve never seen so much colour and life in one place, and this was just the outside! It was like a dream. Or something from your fairytale books. “This is the most beautiful castle I’ve ever seen~”

Peggy stepped forward beside you. “You say that about every castle we visit.”

“Darling? (Y/n), dear~!” You heard your mother- Queen (y/m/n) call as she and your father stepped out of their carriage that had just pulled up behind yours. Your mother’s steps were graceful strides, as your father attempted to clumsily catch up to his wife. 

Your eyes were still fixed on the grand palace as Peggy stood by your side. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, eyeing the architecture.

Your mother and father had caught up to you two and stepped ahead of you, arm in arm. Your mother turned her head to the side, smiling elegantly. “Stay behind us, dear. And be sure to walk in with poise.” 

You nodded, confident in your gracefulness skills. Lifting your skirts with both hands delicately pinching the fabric- as you were taught, you strode up the steps behind your mother and father with Peggy trailing behind you as protocol demanded. You determined that once you were Queen- you’d rid of all this silly stature nonsense and have everyone treat each other respectfully and as people. Was it idealistic? Of course, but you were nothing if not exactly that. 

You four were greeted at the door by a healthy, well into his 60′s or even 70′s looking man. He wore spectacles on the end of his bulb nose and a lavender neck tie around his throat. His posture was proper and neat, and he carried himself with a sense of dignity, as well as kindness.

“Your Majesties, I welcome you all to our kingdom of Enchancia. If you’ll follow me right this way, I will escort you to the throne room where you will meet with King Roland himself.” 

Your mother and father followed the man inside, he was the steward you figured. You followed suit and so did Peggy.

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As the royal family moved themselves into the throne room and sat in their respective seats, Sofia decided to guide Cedric by the hand to stand him beside her. The excited gleam on the little princess’s face greatly juxtaposed her mentor’s tired grimace. 

“Do I really need to be here for this?” Cedric mumbled to Sofia, crossing his arms. 

Sofia giggled in her seat- he wasn’t fooling anybody with that grumpy facade anymore. “Yes, Mr. Cedric. You’re part of the family! And when families meet- everyone needs to be there.”

Cedric tried not to let her see how much being considered a part of the family meant to him, he cleared his throat and muttered out a small, “I-I suppose.”

The Enchancian family’s attention was caught by Baileywick’s booming voice. The steward cleared his throat as he entered the room with more royals following behind him. “Your Majesties, may I present,” -he extended his arm as he stepped to the side for the visiting royals to come into view- “The Royal Family of Romansa!” 

You as well as your mother and Peggy curtsied and your father bowed. You did your best to not trip over your petticoats with how deeply you’ve always been instructed to dip. Smiling politely, your eyes scanned the rulers of Enchancia. Before you was a royal pair of blonde twins, a tall and beautiful Queen, her husband- the King, their strawberry-brunette daughter that was obviously the youngest as her bright, starry eyes gave it away, and a lanky robe-dawned man standing next to her. You quirked an eyebrow as you noticed that he looked not nearly as chipper as the rest of the family. Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, you thought he perhaps had a bad morning. 

“King (y/f/n), Queen (y/m/n)! So wonderful of you to visit us!” The king of Enchancia boomed with a smile. Getting up from his seat, he made his way over to shake hands with your father. 

The second he noticed you, he raised an eyebrow. “And who’s this you brought with you?” 

Your mother laughed, whipping out her fan and fluttering it in your direction. “This is my lovely and only daughter~! (Y/n). Pretty little thing, isn’t she?” 

You made eye contact with the King, suddenly feeling very awkward being so talked up in front of a stranger.

King Roland kindly smiled. “Why yes, I must say she is. It’s nice to meet you, (y/n)!” 

You felt sudden relief at the King’s gentle demeanor and nodded in return of his words. 

Your mother continued, pulling Roland’s attention back to her. “Why, since the day she turned 5 I could hardly keep the village boys from trying to court her. Hah! She’s always been so-”

As your mother went on, you tuned her out. Slowly peering behind the broad shoulder of King Roland, you spotted the littlest Princess leaning over in her seat and whispering something to their sorcerer. To which he had to lean over quite far to hear. 

Whatever she had said, it made him suppress a laugh. His lips twisted up and he shook his head, standing back up and regaining his composure.

Now you really wanted to know what the Princess had said. You were far too curious of an individual to not. 

The second their sorcerer turned his head back in your family’s direction, he spotted you looking at him. The two of you shared a brief moment of eye-contact before you darted your eyes away and stepped to the side. Hiding your gaze behind the King of Enchancia. 

You felt your cheeks glowing. You must’ve just been embarrassed. Who wouldn't be after trying to peep in on another’s conversation? 

“So, shall we all sit down for dinner? We’ve prepared a special meal for your arrival.” Roland chimed, beginning to lead the visiting royals out of the throne room along with his own family. “I hope it’s to your liking.”

Your mother waved her hand. “Oh I’m sure it will be more than that, King Roland! Ahaha!” She said before quickly turning to Peggy and whispering. “Peggy dear, why don’t you get (y/n)’s luggage from the coach, hm?” 

The lady in waiting stammered, seeing that you were already strides ahead of her. She looked back to your mother and curtsied. “Yes, your Highness.” And dashed off back outside. 

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At the dinner table as the adults conversed, you found yourself becoming effortlessly bored and staring into your goblet of water. Trying to visualize your current daydreams in the crystal clear water. 

“So, Princess (y/n), your mother here tells me that you sing!” King Roland beamed, quickly catching your attention.

“Hm?” You pulled your eyes away from your goblet to look up at him, then your mother, who gave you an encouraging nod.

You sat up properly. “O-oh, um.. yes. But only a little.”

Your mother laughed, pinching your cheek. “Ohoho don’t be modest my little cherry blossom!” She leaned in to the King and Queen of Enchancia and said lowly. “She has the voice of an angel~”

Miranda chuckled. “Well we’d love to hear you if you have any time during your stay here.” She gave you a warm smile.

You nodded, feeling shy and going to take another sip from your goblet. You stopped when you felt a little hand tug lightly on your dress. You looked down beside you to see the youngest princess staring up at you with her big blue eyes and an innocent smile.

She was adorable.

“Can I help you?” You inquired kindly.

“You’ve got to be the most beautiful princess I’ve ever seen!” The little girl chirped in awe.

You giggled, cheeks pinking from the compliment. “Aw, thank you Princess Sof-“

There was a loud ‘ahem!’ that followed, and you both looked to the end of the table where Princess Amber sat, crossing her arms and twisting her lips. Obviously insulted that the compliment wasn’t directed at her.

Sofia chuckled. “Eheheh, sorry Amber.”

James snickered behind his turkey leg, earning him a dirty glare from his sister.

“And let’s not forget that Cedric is offering to put on a magic show for you folks after dinner!”  King Roland exclaimed, turning all heads towards him.

Your eyes lit up and your ears perked. Magic? Did he say magic?

“Offered? Well that seems a bit out of character for him, Rollie.” Miranda questioned.

Sofia giggled, gesturing to herself. “Actually, I asked him to do it!”

“Ah, that explains it.” Baileywick quipped from the corner of the room, making the Enchancian family burst into a fit of chuckles.

In the midst of all the banter, you leaned down over to Sofia and whispered. “Is Cedric that... tall fellow I saw standing beside you earlier?”

Sofia turned to you, excited to talk up her best friend. “Uh-Huh! He sure is! Don’t worry, Mr. Cedric’s actually a lot nicer than they’re making him out to be. He’s probably preparing for the show right now.”

You had never actually seen a real magic show despite being a princess. It simply wasn’t as common in the area of the Ever Realm that you were from. Oh but it’s always been a dream of yours!

Meanwhile, Violet quickly entered the room to whisper something to Baileywick, who brightened as soon as he heard it. “Ah! And speaking of,” -he took out his pocket watch to check it- “Cedric is ready to start any minute you are, your Majesties.” 

Roland stood up from his seat at hearing the good news. “Marvelous!” He beamed. “I think we’ve all had enough to eat. What do you say, kids?” 

Amber sighed contently, pushing herself away from the table. “I’ve been full for 30 minutes now. My small figure can only take so much food, you know.”

James snickered. “What figure?”

The blonde princess shot him a glare that said “I’ll deal with you later.” Prompting her brother to defensively sit back in his seat.

Sofia turned to her father with a smile. “I’m ready! I can’t wait to see what Mr. Cedric’s prepared for us.” She clasped her hands excitedly. 

“Then it’s settled.” Miranda stood. “Baileywick, would you please show our guests back to the throne room?” She gestured kindly to the royal steward. 

Baileywick bowed. “It would be my pleasure.” The steward stood and turned on his heels, waving for the two families to join him. “Follow me everyone.”

You and your mother and father stood, beginning to walk out with the other royals. 

 As you exited, you heard a little voice pipe up beside you. “You are going to love Mr. Cedric!” You looked over and down at Princess Sofia. “He’s the greatest Royal Sorcerer in the world.” She hyped. 

Amber, who was walking in front of the two of you, turned her head over her shoulder to glance at her sister smugly. “That’s debatable.” She turned back around as she continued to strive elegantly forward. 

You giggled, placing a hand delicately on your chest. “Well, I don’t think I’ve seen enough sorcerer’s to be the judge of that. But I’ve always wanted to~!” You swooned, twirling around. 

Sofia gasped, as if her eyes couldn’t get any wider. “You mean you’ve never been to a magic show before?”

“I’m afraid not.”

The little princess grabbed your hand. “Then you came to the right castle!” She tugged you along with her into the throne room, rushing past her parents and earning a surprised noise from you. 

Sofia sat you down in an extra throne that had been taken out of storage and put beside hers so you two could sit together. You had to admit, the youngest Princes’s immediate fascination with you was very charming. She seemed like such a nice young girl. But you were a little weary of her sister. 

Suddenly, you noticed something was missing. Or more like, someone was missing. Looking around with furrowed brows, your heart began to race with worry. Looking up to your mother and father that were sitting alongside the fellow pair of royal parents, you called out to them. “Mother, father, where’s Peggy?”

Your mother fluttered her fan dismissively, keeping that nonchalant smile on her face. “Oh (y/n), she just went to fetch your things from the coach.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure one of the servants should be directing her to your room by now.” Your father chimed in attempts to calm you. 

Peggy knowing which room to bring your belongings to was the least of your worries. You were really hoping she’d be able to watch the show with you and perhaps see a bit of magic for yourself. Oh well, you supposed you’d have to describe it in immense detail for her... good thing that that was one of your specialties!

The royal steward clearing his throat caught everyone’s attention, but instead of announcing that the show was about to start as it was expected, he said, “Princess Sofia, Cedric requires your assistance. Sit tight everyone, the show will start shortly.”

Princess Sofia giggled and hopped out of her seat, turning to you with a shrug.��“Welp, duty calls! Be right back.” She waved to you as she ran off, picking up her dress to do so. 

You watched her with a quizzical look, wondering what that meant. 

Miranda spotted your confusion and leaned over to you. “Sofia is Cedric’s little helper.” She smiled. 

“It’s called an apprentice, Mom.” Amber corrected, puffing her hair over her shoulders. 

The queen blushed and rolled her eyes in embarrassment. “Ah, right.” 

 You hummed to yourself, never having heard of a royal being companions with one of the servants. It warmed your heart as a small smile crept it’s way onto your face. Perhaps if Peggy could see it, she’d finally believe that you two could be friends! 

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you and the other royals, there was quite the kerfuffle happening backstage. 

“What do you mean your wands not working?” Sofia frowned, concern lacing her tone. 

“Oh, I don’t know, Princess! It was perfectly fine this morning!” Cedric whined, holding the base of his wand to his eye as if trying to look through it. 

Sofia stepped forward, holding out her hand. “Here, let me see it.” 

Cedric handed her the magic tool, and cautiously the Princess inspected it. She turned it at several different angles in her hand until spotting a peculiar looking nuisance at the magic end. The cap had still been on this whole time. 

Attempting to suppress a giggle, Sofia looked up at her mentor. “Uuhhh, Mr. Cedric.”

The sorcerer blinked, not catching on. 

The Princess grabbed hold of the black cap on the end and popped it off. “Have you tried taking off the protective cap?” 

Cedric immediately felt himself melting from embarrassment as he quickly swiped his wand from her. Pretending to laugh it off he held it up to his eye level. “Ah! Of course, I-I knew that. Could hardly even notice that little thing.” He chuckled. 

Sofia rolled her eyes playfully. “You ready to put on a show?” 

Cedric patted the Princess’s head. “Only if you are, my dear!” 

 Baileywick cleared his throat, calling for the attention of both royal families. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you all, our esteemed and Ever Realm-renowned magic-wielder, and his apprentice, Cedric the Sensational and Princess Sofia!” 

As the steward made way, the curtains were drawn. All went silent as the royals patiently awaited for the show to begin.

#sofia the first #sofia the fandom #cedric the sensational #cedric the sorcerer #cedric the sorcerer x reader #oof this took so long to write #my sister helped me fill it in a little too #hope you guys like it!

[immiebee]

Valerius nearly spat out his wine and onto the noble woman sitting across from him. The pair had taken up on a light pleasant conversation during the masquerade, the Consul pleases that he had found someone that he could discuss the current topic with.

So many commoners were dressed in fancy costumes that it was hard to identify who was a commoner. Well almost. Their behavior always stuck out like a sore thumb. Clearly it was easy to dress up a peasant, but decorum training was lacking.

But all of that halted in the back of his mind when his eyes locked onto a masked figure standing across from the Countess. Their shorter figure covered in a earthy bohemian style dress, the mismatched patterns and carefully embroidered flowers making the person stand out against the elegant and outlandish costumes of other party goers. But their mask is what had Valerius doing a double take. Jealousy and awe ripping apart his heart.

How did they get an Elsweyer mask?!

Excusing himself, Valerius nearly tripped over his own feet as he strolled towards Nadia and the masked stranger. Coming up beside Nadia, Valerius gave a curt bow before giving a slight smirk, “Countess. Who is this distinguished creature that has graced your presence?”

Well played. Flattery goes a long way, Valerius......play your cards right and maybe you will get your hands on one of the coveted Elsweyer commissions!

Nadia glancing over curiously a playful smirk forming on her face, “Oh? Simply a very good friend. I thought her costume of choice would turn a fine nobleman such as yourself to look the other way.”

“Nonsense!” Reaching our to take a soft cream colored hand in his own, Valerius dropped a kiss to it. “I am a man of exquisite tastes, you should know this, Countess.”

“Well you have had a blunder or two when it came to tastes in partners.....” Noting Valerius deep blush Nadia continued, “But I do admit she is quite a keeper. Enjoy the masquerade you two.”

Valerius curiously cocking an eyebrow as the Countess left. Soon realizing he was alone with the still silent masked woman. Coughing into his hand he gently held out his arm for her, “Care to take a stroll in the gardens?”

The woman gave a soft nod before linking her arm in his. Leaving the Consul to take in the beautiful mask. The mask was shaped into a lion like head. The dark grey and earthy colors complimenting the dress she was in. The red and orange obsidian glass covered her eyes, so it quite literally was a mask. Noting the complex markings and shading had Valerius’ heart rapidly beating.

Whoever this is must be rich! A complex piece such as this can fetch a hefty price!

Soon the pair came to rest on the edge of the fountain. The man had pulled every flattery card and schmoozing he had carefully crafted over the years as Consul during their walk. Yet still the woman had yet to give him even a small giggle! Giving a soft frown he was ready to give another sappy quote from a love poem when a soft voice filled his mind.

~You can stop with the flattery, Consul. If you want to see my mask you can simply ask me.~

Blinking Valerius practically went cross eyed with embarrassment when the woman took off her mask to reveal it was the witch apprentice. Tossing her hood back, Lactarius gave a bright smile. The man throwing his head to the side as he gave a soft snarl, his golden eyes hardened at the reveal.

Leaning over Lactarius gave a soft chuckle, “Is this how nobles treat their women? Especially after telling me.....what was it? In an endless garden of flowers, I shall always pick you.”

Clutching her mask to her chest she swooned as Valerius abruptly stood. His chest now burning with embarrassment as he began to storm off, only to have a soft hand clinging to his one halt him. Turning back he glared at her, “Nevermind. You commoners are all the same!”

“Except that you are wondering why, of all the people in Vesuvia, I should have the pleasure of owning a Elsweyer mask?”

“There is a waiting list! How did you even get on the list!? Only high society is capable of having and obtaining an Elsweyer piece!” His braid falling to his back as he rambled, “Constantine Elsweyer and his family are remarkably gifted crafters! And for you to own one and not me.........”

Lactarius watched as Valerius flopped down next to her, his face in his hands as he let out a shuddered sigh. His face turning into a grimaced frown as the witch let him wallow in his sorrow. Soon the witch took the man’s hand in her own before gently placing the mask in his hand. Letting his other hand fall from his face, Valerius cradled the mask in his hands.

Staring down in awe, the man turned it to take in the minor details up close. The mask was a mix of sturdy resin with a thin layer of dark leather over top to bring out the carefully carved details. The obsidian eyes were flexible yet thick and up close Valerius could see the ground through the eyes. The inside of the mask was lined with soft breathable velvet, the deep forest green standing out.

“You want to wear it?”

Snapping out of his stupor Valerius rapidly shook his head, his eyes wide like he had been asked to rope a lion. “No! ...no.....this is yours. I will break it.”

Cocking her head Lactarius gave a soft giggle, “You haven’t broke it yet! Besides you look like you’ve seen a unicorn.” Taking the mask from him she gently tied the mask over his face before ushering the Consul to look into the calm water, “Here! You look amazing!”

Peering into the water, the man turned his head from side to side as he blinked rapidly. Taking in the mask he quietly enjoyed the feel of the velvet against his skin while also wondering just how well the mask fit, like it was made for him.

“Runes are sewed into the velvet, so it fits snug against the wearers face so don’t worry about it falling off.”

“Of course! I forgot they do that with their masks. It makes sense that an entire family could wear it.” Gently taking it off he inspected it closely a smile playing on his face, “How did you acquire your mask? It takes years to even get letter of approval not to mention a large sum of money up front to show you are serious about the wait.”

“Well, Constantine came through Vesuvia several years back with his wife. His wife happened to stop by my shop and inquired about my aphrodisiacs. One of their daughters and her husband had an issue with fertility. They had several still borns and were ready to call it quits until I suggested the pair come to Vesuvia and get an aphrodisiac for them.” Leaning back on her arms Lactarius continued, “The pair made an appearance a month later and a year later I got a letter from Constantine Elsweyer stating his daughter gave birth to a healthy baby girl.”

Rolling a leather resin coin from out of her sleeve Lactarius smirked when Valerius’ jaw dropped at the sight of the dragon shaped coin. “They gave me a front of the line pass for anything I wanted commissioned as a gift. From a large statue, a mask, a carved wall decor, or beautifully crafted jewelry. I of course chose a mask because I could wear it for the masquerade.”

Gently taking the coin and placing it in Valerius’ open upturned palm. The man stares down at the coin before looking back to the smiling witch. “What is this?”

“Send your letter of approval with the coin and you will be put into the front of the line free of charge!” Laughing when the Consul’s face lit up like a child on the eve of winter solstice, “I don’t need two pieces! Besides I don’t know anyone in Vesuvia that would truly appreciate an Elsweyer piece as much as you, Consul.”

Gasping, Lactarius let the mask fall into her lap when the man’s lips met hers. Taking her hand in his Valerius placed the coin into his chest pocket before leading her back towards the palace and across the dance floor. Lactarius quickly tying her mask back into place. “A gift like this demands a proper thanks.”

“I’d love to dance!”

“I fear by the time I’m done with you, you will not want to dance.”

“Oh~”

Art done by @ lajadelmira

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[honestsycrets]

Endure It | [ Siggy x Alfred ]

❛ pairing | Alfred the Great x Siggy Bjornsdottir

❛ type | drabble

❛ summary | siggy isn’t sure she should be waiting for alfred. alfred’s less inclined to worry. “and yet, here we are again.” answered. 

❛  warnings | inter-show pairing, sexual content

❛ sy’s notes | listen, i’m sort of feeling robbed from a norwegian vikings x saxon family line, okay? if hirst wasn’t so far up bjorn’s butt maybe i could have had it. so some siggy (whhhyyy) and alfred being together. i’m sorry that i haven’t been posting-- and that this is honestly not a reader insert.

Standing before these great doors, rolling her fingers in and out of anxious fists, awaiting her the double doors to throw open after the day’s chaotic events riverside. Her uncle felt a world apart in the calm waters, while she stood beside her grandmother, and equally great father whose wretched sneer and sharp spittle had mocked the foundation of Christianity.

She glances from the door to the guards posted like two statues of clay, unmoving and serious. No answer at the door yet, and her hand comes to the pendant of Thor around her wrist, turning it over once, then twice, and on the third her feet shift over the stone steps. The door whooshes open by the guard’s hands, followed by his silken, serious voice wafting gently in her ear. “Hurry in, Siggy.”

In swift steps, he follows her inside. For a moment she almost forgot how to walk, guided by his tender hands around her waist. teasing her soft pale hair. The doors slam shut with a powerful, all-consuming thud. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Uncle and… my stepmother, after what you’ve made them give up… Bjorn.” she says, the voice of reason to an otherwise careless man driven on by the adrenaline of sneaking behind an undoubtedly powerful man. Her palms tun together, sweat clinging from one to another.

“Shh,” he shushes her, so powerfully that it stops her words where they were. “And yet, here we are again,” Alfred strips his cloak over a posh seat, watching as her head shift into a sea of lovely blonde locks. She chews on the thought as if its some betrayal to her father, and maybe it is, maybe all of this was a sort of betrayal to her heathen ways. Maybe Freyja mocked her choice.

But he needs her. It can’t last forever, not without addressing Bjorn Ironside or angering the foundation of everything his grandfather united. Alfred tilts his head, his long curls bobbing around his jaw. She looks at home here. Her hair is let down, long at her waist, barefoot as if she belonged here.

“What if he notices,” she whispers as if Thor’s eyes were woven into the walls. The warm light bounces against her skin, highlighting the angles of her young, worried face. Her clammy hands part, and she runs her hand over her long white skirts.

“He won’t. He’s preoccupied,” Alfred slips behind her, and eases his hands over the white nightdress. King Alfred sighs, letting his thumb run across ripples in the ties along the neckline. At last he lands on the bow, and draws it loose. Her hand raises to grip his hand. He’s never realized how small she is, but toned with the work she does, battling like her grandmother, like a shieldmaiden. She’s most beautiful when she’s here, lit by semi darkness, lighting her pale skin warm. “He’s sleeping with her.”

Her hand loosens, giving him opportunity. Alfred guides the thin fabric down over her small breasts, down over her flat stomach and well formed hips. Sometimes, he feels guilty for holding that over her. Perhaps the manipulation of his tone lets her know how little Bjorn thinks of her, how busy Lagertha was, or how-- how much he could give, given the chance. His hand palms over her hip, up her waist, stopping at last when he cups her small breast.

“I should have known,” Siggy says, loosening the signs of her bitterness toward her father, as if she’s dealt with this her whole life. “I’m sorry. What will you do?” she adds, as if it were something for him to be concerned with.

“I’ll send her away. Deal with your father. Mother won’t involve herself in this case,” he manipulates his tone, a gently promise shielded with obligation. His thumb flicks, hardening her small nipples. Though she faces away from him, he could nearly see her cute pout, drawing her lip into her mouth, biting her lip pink like she would when she was unsure. “She knows how valuable this alliance is.”

He steps a little closer, pushing her into the desk, letting her feel him. His excitement, his readiness, and his need for her to deal with him. She knows why he wants to send her away. Her nipples are taut, riddled with gooseflesh and excitement, and he runs his hand down from her innocent breasts, caressing her flat stomach, settling over her belly button.

“Alfred please,” She asks, but she knows, by that neutral and soft voice, innocent before her alone. Norsemen took a certain amount of seriousness to deal with. Norsewomen, too. Siggy is different.  

“Let him be angry. Siggy... please.”

She bends as his fingers crest over her mound, exploring her soft blonde curls. The war outside those doors was harsh. She knows that, he knows that. But here, within, was his escape. One where Alfred did not need to pretend. He could let himself fall apart here with Siggy. A shieldmaiden by virtue of her family name, and a gentle girl-- a tentative wife. His fingers splay, molding over her lips, until she’s wet and needy. He settles a kiss at her neck.

“England will be angry, too.”

He knows. At her assertion, he breaks to turn her around. Her lips are bitten red, cheeks pinched soft and pink. He weakens at her sight-- dipping two fingers into her. Hotness seeps around his fingers, and it feels right.  He finds her lips with his own defiance, taking her there, stealing her complaints, worries, and woes. His fingers grow fast and desperate. Her emotions melt, altogether now, giving up on any attempt to deter him, only to have him use her for his needs. It’s good. It’s what Alfred needs. An escape in his own bed. He could lay there, with her, in nothing short of love and happiness.

“For all I’ve given up, England will endure it.”

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[official-weasley]

Meant to Be (Charlie Weasley x OC)

What happens when Bill brings home a girl and Charlie is completely awestruck by her?

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, curse words

CHAPTER 6

Charlie

One year later...

“Good morning.” I sang opening the door to the nursery.

“Charlie, hi!” Tina almost banged her head on the counter, getting up. “You’re early.”

“Did you sleep here again?” I frowned at her.

“No. I just dropped a bottle on the floor.” She was one of the clumsiest people I know. She reminded me so much of my friend Tonks from Hogwarts, except that her hair was black and not hot pink. “You know he can live without you for more than 5 hours.”

“I know. But I missed him and I couldn’t sleep anyway.” I looked at the clock on the wall.

Half-past five in the morning. I already came in later than usual.

“Okay. Let me take you to your son.” She chuckled and stepped away from the counter. “If he’s still sleeping and you’ll wake him up, you’ll be dealing with him, I’m warning you.”

“I know. I don’t mind.” I smiled.

I followed her through the corridor and waited for her to unlock the door.

“It definitely doesn’t sound like he’s sleeping.” I placed my hands on my ears to muffle the sound.

“He’s doing really well this week.” Tina said proudly.

“Hi, Aami. How are you, little guy?” I approached the fence slowly, my hand in front of me.

“Perhaps a few more days and we’ll be able to do a gender reveal.” I turned around at Tina’s words, sparks in my eyes.

“We can do a gender reveal cake then.” I giggled to myself.

“What?” Tina asked confused.

“It’s something Muggles do, I’m told.” I kneeled next to him, admiring his every move.

“Your dad told you that?” She laughed.

I hummed in reply, not taking my eyes off Aami.

“Isn’t he the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, Tina?” I said in a dreamy voice.

“I would say he got it after you, but it looks like he only got your stubborn personality.” She joked.

“Ha-ha.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Do you think he’ll ever fly?”

I slowly extended my arm through the fence so I could touch his beautiful crimson wing. Aami was collateral damage when Victor Krum accidentally made the Chinese Fireball step on her eggs while he was retrieving his golden egg. Aami’s egg was cracked but he somehow survived thanks to Tina.

She was the nurse who took care of eggs and helped premature hatchlings to grow strong. Then we had a team who would train them and help them fly. The mother dragon is usually supposed to do that but if the baby doesn’t hatch next to her, she doesn’t want it. That’s where our team steps in and helps them with everything, from feeding to firebreathing and flying.

Aami’s left wing was badly hurt due to the egg’s collision with the ground and was growing slower than his right one. Even though Tina was optimistic and said that he is showing progress every single day, we still didn’t know if his wing would ever fully grow. If it doesn’t, he would never be able to fly.

I don’t blame Viktor for what happened that day. I was watching him retrieving the egg and I know he didn’t do it on purpose. It happens. It was more our fault that we brought our mother Fireball to the tournament. It was a bad idea.

She was one of the most stubborn and untamed dragons but the Ministry insisted. We shouldn’t have allowed it. She was too attached to her eggs and she snapped, stomping on them in the process.

Aami’s wing might be damaged but we considered him lucky, even though his mother rejected him once we started taking care of him. At first, I was helping Tina because I felt bad for the little guy and I was really hoping that he’ll make it but he grew on me so quickly. With his fire-coughing and his playfulness and his green eyes. He was perfect.

“I don’t know, Charlie. His wing is still underdeveloped and even though it’s growing slowly it’s still not even close to where it should be for his age.” Tina’s face was creased in a sad expression.

I know she cared for him just as much as I did.

“I’ll be here every day until I’ll be able to take you flying.” I turned back to Aami and whispered to him.

“He’s lucky to have you.” Tina stepped closer to us and placed her hand on my shoulder. “You’ll make a great dad one day.”

“Thanks.” I murmured.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” I stood up and reached for the bag I brought with me. “I got you some fresh chicken blood and 10 bottles of brandy. I know it’s not much but…”

“It’ll do until the next supply crate tomorrow. Thank you, Charlie.” She took the bag from me with a smile on her face.

She took out one bottle and a bag of chicken blood, gave it to me, and exited the room to give us some alone time.

I carefully took the empty bowl away from Aami and poured the contents from the bottle and the bag into it and returned it to him. I laughed at his hungry eyes.

“Here you go. Have at it.” I sat down next to his small enclosure and hugged my legs, placing my head on my knees. I felt so calm when I was watching him eat. It was my new favorite activity. Is this how it feels like when you have children? Because if it does I won’t be able to take my eyes off them.

I stayed with him until he fell asleep. I got up and quietly exited the room and went back to the nursery reception.

“There he is. Our Fireball Mother!” Peter mocked me, leaned on the counter.

“Good morning, Peter.” I ignored his remark.

Ever since I started taking care of Aami he and the mates from my team have been teasing me. Taking care of baby dragons is something women usually do around here and they found it funny how invested I was. I didn’t care because I knew they would never understand me and I enjoyed doing it so much that the fact that they called me the Fireball Mother didn’t even bother me.

“Should we transfer you to the nursery, since you’re here every morning?” He smirked at me.

“Don’t tempt me.” I pointed my finger at him.

“Your team misses you.” He looked up at the clock above me.

10 past seven.

“Fuck, I’m late for work!” I started towards the door.

I’m never late for work!

“Relax.” Peter extended his arm to stop me. “I know you were with the little Fireball. Count it as work.” He winked at me.

“Thank you, Peter.” I said thankfully.

“If you want I can make this your part-time for the time being. I’m sure your team will be able to handle the workload without you until we move Aami to his habitat.”

Did I mention that he was the best boss ever?

“I would love to, but I can handle both, Peter. Thank you for the offer.” I smiled faintly and took a step forward.

“Look, Charlie.” He stopped me yet again. “I know we are teasing you all the time but it’s only because you’re the youngest even though you are the most talented. I know this means a lot to you and since you didn’t go home for Christmas this year I couldn’t help but notice that you are working yourself even more than you did last year.”

He wasn’t wrong but I stayed quiet.

I didn’t know what to tell him. I had my reasons why I hadn’t taken a day off or visited my family for any of the holidays for the past year.

“How about you join your team at 8 for the next few weeks and be with the little guy in the morning. Call it your time off.” He winked at me. “I don’t know what goes on in that red-haired head of yours but it can’t be healthy to work yourself so hard.”

I blinked at him. I didn’t know how to reply. I didn’t expect this from him. Peter was the oldest in the Sanctuary. He was 48 and I looked up to him more than to anyone else here but we never talked about stuff like this. He teased me that I should take time off and he joked that I was a workaholic a couple of times but I never actually thought he was worried about me.

I know they teased me all the time because I was the youngest of the group and I didn’t mind that they did. We had a great time and I loved them all. But I was taken aback by his short speech.

I was fine.

I was doing okay.

I had the job that I always wanted and now I was taking care of this little guy which brought me so much joy.

What else could I want from my life?

My daily routine starts around five in the morning. I make myself some coffee and breakfast. Hike up the hill to watch the sunrise. Go to the nursery to check up on Aami and help Tina if she needs anything.

I meet my team at seven in front of my cottage and we make a full circle around the Reserve feeding the dragons. We finish around 12 every day so we go down to the tavern for launch. Then we go check on the mother dragons and see how the eggs are progressing. Then I assign a dragon to each in my team and we go and train them until four. We meet back up at my hut and go and feed them again.

Once we are done I go home to change my clothes and I either go for a run or another hike. I shower when I come back. Get some dinner and on the weekends we all grab a beer which usually ends up with me waking with a headache because it never stops after just one pint.

It might sound boring to some but I loved my work. It was busy but I love every minute of it. It’s true that I don’t have a lot of free time or take many days off but I really don’t need it. The hikes in the morning and the evening are my alone time and I don’t need more than that. I don’t even know what I would do if I had more time off.

“You know if it’s doable I would love to spend more time with the baby Fireball.” I finally answered him after a short pause.

He only nodded and finally let me go.

“Do you happen to know where my wife is?” He asked when I was almost out the door.

“She’s probably in one of the nursery rooms.” I smiled at him and exited.

Peter and Tina were one of the few couples in our Reserve. A lot of us are single, some have partners that work other jobs and have long-distance relationships. Most of us don’t think about it a lot because we don’t have that much time or the liberty to settle down.

We don’t get many recruits and when we do it’s mostly men so every time we get a new female Dragonologist everybody flips out and either scare her away or get slapped in the face. The latter happens more often.

“Where have you been, Charlie?” Andrew asked as soon as I reached them.

“Have you been looking after your son?” Theo made a kissy face.

I will murder him, I swear.

“For a matter of fact, I was.” I stuck my tongue at him. If he can be 35 and act like a child, I can be 22 and do so too. “I made a deal with Peter to join you mates at 8 so I can spend more time with Aami.”

“But you’re our team leader.” Evan looked puzzled.

“Can’t live without Charlie, Evan?” Theo mocked him. “We have the same routine every morning, I think we can manage.” He winked at me.

“It’s only until Aami can start his training.” I assured them.

I loved being the leader of a team and it was touching how much they listened to me.

I worked with 4 men. Evan, who was 28, was the only one besides me that was under 30. As I said before Theo is 35, John is 40 and Andrew is 32. Peter joins us occasionally in case we need a helping hand but they are all very skilled and good at what they do so we rarely have any problems.

I was so nervous the day when Peter told me he picked me as a group leader. I felt neither worthy nor qualified for the position and I thought they would all hate me for being their boss since I knew they were all older than me but nobody cared.

They obeyed and respected me since day one and I admired that about the Sanctuary. Here, age doesn’t matter. Talent, ambition, and skills matter. If you show how hard-working you are and that you are willing to learn and are good at your job, you can quickly earn everyone’s respect.

I told them that I would make a plan in the evening and pin it to the door for them to look through it in the morning so that they will know what to do while I’m in the nursery. Then we went to the storage room to get our protective gear and the food and we started our day.

—

“That’s it, mates.” I took off my gloves. “We’re done for today.”

“I can’t tell you how much I will enjoy my shower.” John smelled his shirt.

“That’s what happens when you’re not looking where you’re going and you fall in dragon dung.” Theo laughed at him and the rest followed.

“Meet you down for a pint, Charlie?” Andrew asked, his hand on my shoulder.

“Sure.” I nodded and we started walking down the hill.

“Charlie!” We all turned around when we heard my name.

“What do you have for me, Ernie?” I grinned at him.

Ernie worked in our Admission Office and was usually the one who brought us mail in the morning since all the letters usually arrived at the Sanctuary Owlery. It was for the safety of the owls so the dragons wouldn’t accidentally make them their dinner.

“I couldn’t find you this morning so I hold on to your letters.” He explained.

He handed me a handful of them. I tucked them under my arm.

“Thanks, Ernie.” I waved them all goodbye and made my way to my home.

As I was walking I looked through the envelopes. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t wait until I was sitting in my kitchen. I couldn’t pretend that I was waiting for a letter.

Tonks’. Mum’s. Ron’s. Ginny’s. Freddie and Georgie wrote separately to me which rarely happens. Nothing from Bill…again. I sighed and unlocked my door.

I put the letters on my coffee table and went straight into the shower. I didn’t feel like a hike. I wanted to go and grab a drink and be with my friends as soon as possible. I didn’t know what would happen to me if I was alone with my thoughts.

“Charles, what took you so long!” Theo slurred when I sat down next to him.

“How long was I in the shower that he’s already drunk?” I laughed and looked at Andrew and John sitting opposite us.

“What did I miss?” Evan sat next to me and sipped on his beer.

“Charlie is here, pretty boy!” Theo sang.

I shook my head. This is going to be a long night.

“I have noticed.” Evan laughed. “How is he already that drunk?” He leaned to me.

“I think the alcohol never leaves his system.” I joked.

“Look Charlie, it’s your girlfriend.” John smirked at me and when Andrew saw who he was talking about, he covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

I turned around and saw April standing at the bar. I sunk in my seat.

Oh, dear Merlin let her not see me!

“Will you ever stop?” I rolled my eyes.

“Who are we talking about?” Theo leaned on my shoulder and hiccupped.

“Nobody.” I answer quickly. “They are delusional.”

“We’re talking about April.” John said and winked at me.

Theo turned around so abruptly that I thought he was going to fall off the bench.

“April! Come here, April!” He shouted toward the bar.

April looked in our direction, smiled softly at me, and waved.

“Will you keep it down!” I smacked him over the head. “If she comes here, I will strangle you, Theodore!”

“You’re the one who slept with her.” Andrew mocked.

“Twice.” John made a kissy face.

“What is the topic tonight, mates?” Peter motioned with his hand that John and Andrew should make some room for him.

“We’re teasing Charlie about sleeping with April, twice.” Evan said innocently, holding two fingers in front of my face.

He was the one who was usually quiet when the rest of my mates were making fun out of me but I know he was enjoying it just as much.

“Twice?” Peter frowned. “Didn’t you sleep with her three times?”

I slammed my hand on my forehead. “They didn’t have to know that, Peter!”

Evan, John, and Andrew all looked at me, their eyes widened and they burst out laughing.

“Charlie, mate.” Theo leaned on his hand and looked me in the eyes. “Didn’t you say she’s bad in bed? What you sleeping with her so much for?”

“Are you in love, Charles?” John made a heart with his hand and extended his arms over the table.

“Bugger off!” I rolled my eyes. “I make bad decisions when I’m drunk.”

I then turned to Theo who was still leaning on his hand but had his eyes closed now. “It’s not that she’s bad in bed it’s just…” I swallowed hard. I didn’t know how to explain it because I knew that no matter what I say they’ll laugh at me again. “…we don’t have the right chemistry. There’s no passion.”

No connection, I wanted to say bit my tongue.

“Have you looked around, Charlie?” Theo laughed. “You don’t have that much to choose from.” The hand that he was leaning on finally gave in and he slammed his head to the table.

We all burst out laughing including him.

“Thanks. I’ll rather stay single.” I patted his head, pretending to care if he got hurt.

“You’re still young, Charlie. Never forget what you want and never settle for less.” Peter lifted his glass and we all followed his lead.

Never settle for less. It’s going to be hard to find someone after what I experienced last year.

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