#i would actually love it if the queen turns out to be the murderer behind the phantomhives and that makes UT and ciel accomplices by default

[call-sign-shark]

Hi Shark 💓 I saw your post with the three word sentences and I'd like to request 6. "Be gentle, please." with Tommy. If you're more comfortable with writing for a different character then you're obviously free to do so! 🥰

Hi Daisy! Here we go dear 🥰 Finger crossed, I hope you'll enjoy that Tommy x Reader blurb! Honestly, I really enjoyed writing it.

Words: 993

TW: Smut content but no actual pornographic descriptions, mentions of murder, ambiguous ending (the ending is up to you), reader is nicknamed Hera.

Fire spread under your skin as his strong and calloused hands ran down your naked back to grab your hips in a bruising grip. How did you end up here, laying on the giant fur carpet in front of a fire place with Birmingham’s most infamous gangster touching you? The question had been playing on repeat in your buzzing skull the moment he had laid his fingers on you. A feverish sigh escaped from your quivering lips when Tommy’s hips crashed against yours. The wet caress of his tongue left goosebumps in its trail each time you would feel it on the sensitive flesh of your bosom. It was like the dancing flames of the fireplace, whose hungry tongues of blaze licked the logs that were feeding them until all remained was ashes. You clenched your fist in his dark hair, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back at ocean of pleasure that was drowning you each time his hips moved. As you made love in his living room, the melody of your sighs and flesh snapping filling the room and swirling up to the ceiling, you still tried to gather all your remaining strength to hang on the reason behind your meeting.

“Hera…” He moaned against your breasts, the vibrations of his hoarse voice echoing in your whole ribcage and shattering your bones in a sensual earthquake. Your toes curled as his pace, slow and gentle at first, quickened. Lost in a maze of feelings and lust, your hand left his hair and joined the other one on his broad and muscular back.

“Deeper.” You hissed through your teeth as your nails dug in his skin and pierced his flesh. Your voice, eternally collected, was now shaken by a light tremor you hated to hear. You sounded begging. You sounded desperate. You sounded weak. And only God knew how you despised weakness. Well, not only God but also Luca Changretta, to be true. When the godfather of the American branch of the Sicilian mafia took you under his protective wing, he called you Hera — queen of gods, and furious dishonored wife of a monster. Besides him and a few capo, no one knew where you came from and why Changretta had a soft spot for you. Yet, the story behind your relationship was tragic.

He saw you one dreary summer night, crying outside of the church in your magnificent white dress stained with little crimson droplets. From what he had understand, you had caught your future husband cheating the day of your wedding and he was so enraged you found out about his secret affairs that he had beaten you until your legs collapsed and until your body was black and blue. When Luca Changretta cupped your face and laid a protective kiss on your forehead, he made you a promise: no other men would hurt you again, for he would make the most terrifying and beautiful monster out of you. Luca dived in your eyes and smiled, and as he did Y/N vanished in the aid of this new fierce entity that was now inhabiting you.They said Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and how right they were.

“Fuck —“ Tommy swore, at the edge of climax. All of his muscles tensed under the coiling and maddening pleasure that was consuming him — but Thomas Shelby was as stubborn as you were, and he hated to show any sign of weakness even more than you. That was why he choked his moans against your mouth and let his tongue force its way between your juicy lips. You scratched his back in response, small beads of blood darkening your nails. His pace was now frantic and brutal, turning your love making into more a battle than anything else. Sex was a fight you were both fiercely decided to win. But if Tommy had the rage of winning, you had the disgust of losing.

“Let it go, little boy…” You whispered against his mouth, waving your hips like a dancing succubus willing to milk him from his life. Your victory became evident as you felt Tommy’s legs shaking. He sunk his teeth in your lower lip and growled like an animal as he gave in — blown away by the fiery blaze of his little death, the gangster felt tears dawning at the corner of his turquoise eyes when he came. The burning sensation was so unbearable at some point he thought he was in hell. But was it really hell if he liked the way it burned?

You smirked, enjoying the end of the war you’ve just won.

Tommy and you were now sharing a cigarette, both naked and sitting on the comfortable rug while watching the dying flames that were flickering in the hearth. But despite the doubt that had started to plague your cold mind, you mentally repeated the mantra you lived by for years: You have to rise above the squabbling and chaos, and keep believing. You have to always keep your goals in mind… And your goal was to murder Tommy Shelby.

Why?

Because you were the most terrifying and skilled hitman of America, and someone had paid you to kill him.

And you were heartless.

You had not always been like this though… But the young eighteen years old crying princessa Changretta had almost raised had met the same demise as her savior: she was no longer alive. All remained was the still smoking ashes of a maimed heart and an empty body only animated by pure anger.

Tommy had barely stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray nearby when you pressed the cold blade of your knife against the fragile flesh of his throat. Yet, he did not seem surprised. Nor afraid. Quite the contrary, Thomas Shelby was tired. Just… Tired. He looked at you, his sky blue eyes staring into the void that constituted yours, and parted his lips to speak.

“Be gentle, please.”

That was all he said.

Somehow, he did not mind to die if the last embrace given to him was soft — even if it came from Death herself. You could kill him, it did not matter anymore, as long as you were as no one else since Grace had been with him: gentle.

You pulled him in your arms, hugging his exhausted frame in a final clasp, and tightened your grip around the knife.

Fine, you thought, I’ll be gentle then.

#Tommy Shelby #Tommy Shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby imagine #Peaky blinders imagine #Peaky blinders x reader #Peaky blinders #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x y/n #Tommy Shelby smut #Thomas Shelby #Thomas Shelby x reader #Cillian Murphy #peaky blinders x y/n

[mindingmybidness12]

Taken Care Of [Jenna Ortega x GN! Reader]

Summary: You show Jenna how capable you are of watching over your home while she's gone (Yeah fucking right!). You also prove that you are the one that's best suited to take care of her.

Warnings: Fluff, little cursing

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“There she is! There goes… the girl that I … enjoy…”

Jenna just looked at you.

“There goes my cinnamon sugar queen.”

“….”

“My baby girl… my tall mocha latte.”

“We both know I’m not tall. Are you fucking playing with me right now?”

“I meant tall as in the Starbucks cup size… get it? Cause your so sh-“

Jenna took a step towards you.

“Ok! Shutting up now!”

“Really? Not gonna ask how I’ve been? What I’ve been up to? I just got home.”

That was a loaded question and you both knew it. But instead of saying anything that may get her to snap you decided to play along and hope that you could talk her down.

“Heyy, honey… how’s it going? How was your trip?”

“It was fun! The trip was good! But as for feeling… I’m left wondering.”

“yeah?”

“Yeah… I’m wondering why my mattress is on FIRE ON MY DRIVEWAY!!!”

“Now I can explain-“

“Explain. Now.”

"See what had happened was that piss had gotten onto the mattress-"

"What???"

"So me being that loving lover of yours, I decided to take the initiative and clean it up myself!"

"And how'd that work out for you, you big dumb idiot?" Jenna asked through that hooded eyed stare of hers. She couldn't decide on whether she should kick your ass or roast you. It looked like it would be both in a minute.

"Quite well, actually! Well.. up to the point where I drown the bed like the titanic. I think I went a little crazy with the water and soap."

"A little?"

"Ok maybe a lot." You acquiesced.

"Ok were gonna skip over the part where your GROWN ASS GOT PISS ALL OVER OUR BED and get to the part where you set it on fire even though it WAS FUCKING SOAKED!!"

Well so much for not setting her off.

"Ok well long story short, I decided to use all the blow dryers we had (all of two really) and cranked them up to MAXIMUM POWAH. I was duel wielding those bitches like John Wick, you should've seen it. It was going great...a little too great as you saw."

"...well this has to be a new record of yours. I've never wanted to throttle you so hard so soon after coming back."

"J-jenna, baby! Let's be reasonable here-."

"REASONABLE??!!!!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs, "I was being reasonable when I asked you to explain why I shouldn't catch a murder charge over your dumbass and what did you give me? 'I pissed on the bed, drowned it, then set it on fire’. Then you had the nerve to leave it on the driveway..." She now grabbed her head in both hands to stave off the oncoming headache. You would console her at this point but you were more focused on what she said.

"Jenna... I never said I pissed on the bed." You called out and she looked at you with more irritation and a healthy amount of concern.

"Y/N... are you telling me SOMEONE ELSE peed on the bed?"

*Bark* *Bark*

Jenna's eye widened and she whipped around behind and stared towards the kitchen. She looked back at you to look for what you assumed was a confirmation but that was taken out of your hands by the surprised you had planned for her.

*Bark!* *Bark!* *Bark!*

Jenna ran towards the kitchen in a hurry and you followed at a more leisurely pace. When you got to the kitchen you saw her eyes lighting up as she turned towards you, arms full with the cutest, chubbiest, most wrinkly baby bulldog the world had ever bore witness to. Her eyes were tearing up as she looked towards the salmon dinner you cooked for her along with the unlit candles, the flowers, and the chocolates on the counter.

"I already got the chocolates and flowers you had delivered to me while I was away. Valentine's Day already passed you didn't have to do this." She croaked out, voice thick with emotion as she tried to fight off the tears.

She had the most beautiful smile on her face and the love in her eyes made any pain you had ever felt in your life worth feeling just to be here in this moment. Despite your heart nearly beating out of your chest, you had a witty remark already forming on your tongue.

"Did you really think you could escape my icky gooey lovey-dovey wrath by skipping town? No chance in hell! Ain't that right, Doug?"

"Doug?"

"Yeah I named him Doug. I think it fits, no?"

Jenna just mulled it over while looking over the puppy's cute face.

"Doug... Doug-man." She whispered

"The DougMeister." she continued.

"Douggin and Buggin'" You returned.

"Dougie" She said and you both looked at each other and gasped as you came to the same conclusion.

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'Teach me How to Dougie' blasted through the speakers as the new family of three danced in the living room while the furniture people replaced the bed with a better one. You had ordered it with same day delivery. They even took care of the now no longer burning mattress on the drive way! The night ended beautifully in your eyes. Jenna and you had that romantic, candle lit dinner that you had set up. She held your hand from across the dinner table as she needled and made funny of your ridiculously absurd struggle of setting up what was supposed to be a mostly simple surprise.

You bantered back like always and got a few more laughs out of her. After dinner, you continued to dance and play around with Doug all the while taking cute photos on the polaroid you bought just for the occasion. Jenna always went on about how she wanted to start a photo album and tonight was as good a night to start as any in your opinion.

Pretty soon, little Dougie was all tuckered out and was soon put to bed. That left you and Mama all alone...

Jenna stared at you with her eyelashes fluttering. She twirled a piece of her hair with her finger as you stared back at her.

"Well. It's pretty late and I'm sure your tired." You began only for your girlfriend to shake her head no.

"Nah. Not tired yet. But I bet you could help with that."

"Oh my?"

"Wanna help me break in the new bed?" She smirked at you with a devious look in her eyes that made your face light up like a Christmas tree.

"Yes, ma'am!"

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A/N: And that's that! A bit late for valentine's but here it is! I hope you like it and I'll see you when I see you!.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #vada cavell #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday x y/n

[writingforatwistedworld]

Ah, I hope this isn't annoying, but I couldn't resist! I just read the request for the self-aware au, for a player who is actually a god and I really LOVED the idea!!! So if it's not too much trouble, could I ask for the exact same idea only with Ruggie, Riddle and Ace?

By the way, I love your blog and your work, I love your creativity!! ❤️❤️❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsebility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, obsessiveness, murder, blood, beheading, violence, death

My works are not meant to be taken seriously. Neither am I telling you in what kind of religion you are supposed to believe in.

Riddle Rosehearts/Ace Trappola/Ruggie Bucchi-Player is a real god

God of law and order

Oho, so we are actively trying to make him loose his mind (mhm good plan good plan)

I mean, come on, the Queendom of roses is a place I would rank “third-most-not-so-fluffy-relationship-with-you” and he grew up in there so what did you expect?

Something normal? Ha! You are making me laugh

But here we are, croquette master with a hedgehog in his hand in person, almost dropping his needely friend

But how did he even find out? Well… Leona. Leona and a lot of ink (you catching my drift, right?)

Things were looking south and everything was just so…. so… unruly

Mhm I can see how a God of law and order popped a blood vessel in that kind of situation

And whilst you aren’t some kind of being creating bloodshed and war getting hit by a rule book and whatever kind of abilities you have has to hurt

Also it was giving away who you truly were

I mean, yay? Now you have an (somehow possible) even more obsessive follower…

And they all wonder why he suddenly became so religious

Even if you are a more “chill” kind of entity concerning your field of work (the market of Gods is always having too little workers) he is still like “Nope Trey. Imma go pray to ruler number 168” or something like that

Like I said, religious

But oh dear heavens (u get it heavens in like… ok I’ll stop) someone disrespects you or tries to take his seat as “most devoted follower of the month”

Uh… he was in the mood for a “realistic” demonstration of how the Queen of Hearts would deal with annoyances

Just tell him that you are proud… otherwise I’m not sure that even the hedgehogs would tolerate him and his… rather red behaviour

God of trickery

Hmm… this one is kinda tricky

You see, he is from the Queendom of Roses but at the same time he is not powerful enough to do that much damage… with magic at least

When Ace found out that you were everything but a ordinary student you two were in a rather unhappy situation

I mean, either you make that huge glass thingy behind Riddle trip and fall or you can eat rose bush which it was swinging around like crazy… pick your poison

Ace isn’t the fatest tool in the shed but when you, a magicless student, suddenly used something akin to magic he knew that something was up

And who would have known, maybe if it wasn’t for the bad parenting of Riddles mother you may have hidden this until the day you would go separate ways

But oh well, seems like fate decided it wanted him to be religious

I mean, a God of trickery, something like that is perfect for him!

Not to mention that you are way more approachable than some God of law and order because who would want to follow such a stiff deity? (Jokes on you Ace but Riddle...)

Despite him being on the “chill, man” side I can also see a huge spike in religiousness in his personality

I mean, come on, it’s now literally proven with his own two eyes that God (or Gods) at least exist

You know that meme “he don’t but-YES IT DOES!” that’s him

My man just turns feral when someone dares to take your prescious attention and time away from him

Literally a menace, and not the peaceful kind

Before you know it he is asking you if you can help him dig holes for a “garden project”

In the middle of the woods. Aha. Totally believable

Well, all I can say is that Trey will probably miss the kitchen knife... yeah I would buy a new one and never use the old one again...

You know... Maybe the cake looks a bit red if he were blind and never noticed anything.... It's a “garden project”, ok? Let the man raise his Gladiolus, Aconitum, Lycoris and Chrysanthemum

God of kindness and equality

So we feeding the carnivores today? Sounds like a plan. Not a good one but at least it is one

Ruggie has always been someone who needed to clench his teeth and do stuff other people wouldn't do simply to have his basic needs fulfilled

So imagine you standing there one day, opening up that you are in truth literally the things he had been craving all his life for

Mhm, I am just had he doesn't have rabies. You could have fooled me with how aggressive he becomes towards new people (and also your own little circle to be honest) after finding that out

Here we are, Leona is dealing with his stuff in an unhealthy way and someone needs to step up and bring him down to earth again

But imagine his surprise that you were actually the good of kindness after you slapped our local lion who may or may have not escaped from the Zoo next door back into reality (and out of his doom)

After he spends even more time with you it starts to make sense thought

Even though he is the closest person to Leona which could be used for someone's benefit people still tend to be at least wary of him because... well broken bones hurt, you know?

But here you are, holding out your hand to him, offering him your kindness and friendship

Though you could have said “marry me” because win his eyes that is exactly what you did

And who is he to say no to such an perfect being literally being from heaven (or whatever higher place)

He is scratching, biting, kicking and using all the dirty tricks in the book just to keep you alone, isolated and all for himself

Of course he won't do that in front of you, he isn't a monster! Such a pure and perfect being lime you doesn't need to witness such a thing!

If you thought that Diasomnia is already bad then I would say yes, he is only a teeny tiny bit better than them

Why? Oh well, he doesn't have the magical or physical strength to start a war

That doesn't mean he won't leave you alone

Oh no

You will spend somewhere the rest of the time he exists in a small in the middle of nowhere thinking that everyone despises you

He has a way with words (and sharp, suspiciously red teeth) you know?

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #twst #twst x reader #twst riddle #twst ace #twst ruggie #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland riddle #twisted wonderland ace #twisted wonderland ruggie #yandere riddle x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere riddle #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #yandere ace trappola #yandere ace x reader #yandere ace #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #yandere ruggie #ruggie x reader #yandere ruggie x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucci x reader

[overtaken-stream]

i dont know your rules or if you have a masterlist but out of nowhere I got obsessed with King and i need more fics on him, my favorites are headcanons

so if you could write about him like yandere headcanons where he kidnapped reader who he caught insterest in

or bedroom headcanons like its canon that he is a sadistic pervert but do yo think he would like to be dommed by his s/o

I don't have any rules and no master list yet! But I'm glad you decided to send this ask! As a fellow King-starved OP fan it can be quite hard to find any content about him, especially as a Yandere, like- why, it works so well with him!! As for bedroom headcanons, I wrote this a while ago. Not exactly a straightforward answer to your question but still, I think you'll get the answer yourself. Also, I managed to fit some backstory about King😅 (most of it is actually his backstory) but I promise it explains his... yandareness... my writing style is different but I hope you'll like it. More ideas about this AU have come to me as I was working on this, so let me know if I should write part 2... Anyway, hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Spoilers for King's real name, his backstory, kidnapping, closed-off character, murder, arson.

No matter where Alber goes, there will always be a certain darkness following him, the darkness that began surfacing inside of him ever since he became a research subject at Punk Hazard. The memories of warmth are lost to him, his family members, their faces, their love, traditions- everything from his past turned into shadowy figures that visit him in the dead of night, where he laid bare on his back, defenseless and unable to move an inch.

Alber experiences, no- has experienced those lonesome nights too many times after his escape, with Kaidou at his side, passed out drunk, there was only so much he could do under the night sky, as the sweat rolled down his chin, awake and stricken with fear, haunted by the nightmarish masks and white coats. The extreme heat lingered under his skin, with no scars to show the battles he survived on the Punk, though he could still feel the consequences of others' actions.

Each day his loyalty to Kaidou grows and so does his disdain for the people they have met on their journey. Days and months soon turned into years, years he has spent becoming stronger, years he spent with Kaidou, he has to catch up with him, perhaps matching up to his strength, but that is reaching too far, for Kaidou is strong, stronger then he'll ever be. Each second his world shrinks down to only the hero, who had saved him, his vision is blind to the islands they traveled to and conquered, blind to the beaten-up bodies they defeated. The colors of his environment blur together, lost to the intriguing laugh of his captain. He stares after the huge back, a back which he has to fill with his own will and strength, He is no longer Alber, for the boy was a shadow that no longer belonged to his body, weak, only confident in his endurance, a prey waiting for salvation. The worthless name stood on empty grounds, a new title was given to him.

He tries his best and this time, his best is enough for the man he idolizes (He has to thank his biology). He backs up his captain and engraves his name onto the burnt enemy's back, King. He takes pride in his new title, fit for Joyboy's first-mate.

He is no longer Alber. He is now the predator that the scientists have tried to research and avoid. He puts on a nobles mask, made of the finest leather. He puts on a new identity, on that day, on that land, a monster was born, a monster that happened to burry its emotions into the depths of the ocean.

King smiles.

Even after their crew gets big, annoying comments from Queen are met with aggressive glares, his facial features are hidden behind a dark mask that's acting as an intimidation factor, he holds the crew together purely for Kaidou, there is no respect tugging at his actions, sentiment hasn't had a place in him for some time now. What he first felt when he met Kaidou only brings so much to the table, so little emotion, aside from authority. The dark grows, and even if he is emitting an eternal fire, ebony covers his frames, cooling the heat and leaving him in the chilliness of The Beast's shadow. In utter darkness.

King kills, tears the bodies up, and burns them until not even the bones remain. All he does is stare down at the screaming faces, staring them down as they did to Alber. All he sees is the red light coming from the burning village. The smell of rot follows after him as he walks down the streets of an unnamed island.

In a small cottage at the end of the town, he feels a presence hiding from him. Away from the door which he bursts through. He doesn't waste his time as he strides into the person's house, in a place he can see their shaking silhouette. His steps are loud in his tiny bubble, with no fire or scream entering his field of hearing, he doesn't hear the door shut itself, but he can feel the breaths that left the person's nose, and can hear the vibrations caused by their shaky figure across the floor. In the dark of the room, he opens a cabinet to find scared!you.

And his field of vision, which was locked onto Kaidou all this time, shifts. It gets bigger as he stares into your scared eyes, glossed over with tears trickling down your face, your expression is drowned in fear as you look up at him. Unknown to the feelings running through him.

The feelings, the emotions he buried long ago now seemed to resurface, looking at your sweat-covered forehead, his eyes travel over your form, they remain frigid, even as his heart rate speeds up, even as the world around you becomes darker, even as his breathing becomes heavy.

Up until now, only Kaidou existed, for Kaidou. With Kaidou. Now the narrow view of him widens as you, a mare civilian join the everlasting space that exists inside of him. Your eyes so bright, filled with fear attract him. Your face shape, so tender and beautiful. You are the only color that exists in the dark, the only light in the endless tunnel.

The house is dark, but you emit light, you stick out even when he has stopped using Observation Haki. You make him feel warm in a way that he has never experienced before.

His heart is beating faster and faster the longer your eye contact lasts, his wind was knocked out of his lungs by the time he moved.

As he takes you by your arm, you stay quiet in fear of what he could do, quivering as he wraps his fingers fully around your arm. Your legs are frozen, acting like dead meat when he drags you out of the untouched house, they barely move when you realize the situation you got into.

He doesn't answer your questions of what he is doing or where he is taking you, his ears only picked up your voice, so angelic and clear in the sparks of fire that lit your garments, your skin and hair shining in beautiful reds and yellows, though he would enjoy seeing your natural colors. In a setting much cooler, and less tragic than this.

His world warps once again, he doesn't falter when Jack tosses a strange look his way as he gets closer to their ship.

He remains unaffected by your insults and weak attempts to set yourself free from his grasp. His natural strength is much greater than yours will ever be.

He ends up taking you to his room, barely remembering the path he took to get there and the faces he must have come across. He only lets go of you when the door is locked.

#.my writing. #king the wildfire x reader #king one piece #one piece #king the wildfire #writing #Yandere!King The Wildfire #yandere #yandere character #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #one piece x reader #x reader #Yandere!King AU #king the conflagration

[deadmenandthedivine]

DEAD MEN § the DIVINE

chapter five: the maids that bloom in spring

Maetilda Targaryen, First of her Name, was supposed to be many things. What she became was entirely different.

table of contents

trigger warning!!! this fic contains many graphic topics and depictions. such as but not limited to: dead parents, abusive parents, toxic family systems, incest, medieval misogyny, forced marriage, threats of assault (sexual § physical), actual assault, imprisonment, kidnapping, murder, blood/gore, uxoricide, familicide, PTSD and other neurodivergence. i will do my best to update as i go along, but please let me know if i have missed anything!

word count: 3748

“Helaena,” it cut through the cousins’ moment like a sword through cake, “My love, the children need you in your chambers.”

The voice had been recognizable anywhere. The last time she had heard it had been when it wielded a Valyrian dagger and was headed straight toward her brothers. Maetilda’s hackles raised as her body went rigid. She wanted nothing more than to turn and run as fast as her legs would carry her, but it was the Queen — she had to curtsy. When the Rogue Prince’s daughter mustered up the courage to face her aunt, she froze again at the sight of not only the Queen but her second son too. Aemond’s lilac eye had already been watching her. Maetilda felt as if her mind went completely blank. She felt completely exposed in front of them. Her knight had not announced their presence. Or if he had, she had not heard him. She did not know how long they had been standing there.

“Princess Maetilda, it is good to see you. Welcome back to the Red Keep.” Queen Alicent greeted.

At the sound of the stiff voice, the princess-by-title felt as if she had suddenly returned to her body. She flashed her best smile and dipped into a low curtsy. The skirts of her dress had been perfect for the occasion as it was one of her prettier gowns to curtsy in. Her Septa would have been proud, but she was more focused on her father’s pride. “Good morning, your Grace. I thank you for the extensive loving attention you have given my mother and us all. It has really been too much.”

“Do let me know if there is anything else I can do for you, princess.” The Queen retorted back tightly smug before turning her attention back to her daughter, “Helaena, my love, come.”

It was a command that the King’s second daughter immediately obeyed. Tearing herself away from their embrace, Helaena muttered under her breath, “We shall see each other tomorrow.”

The Queen and her only daughter bid the Rogue Prince’s daughter ‘good day.’ The two turned to leave and took a few tense steps away. Their feet crunching in the leaves and grass was the loudest sound in the Godswood. Alicent had clearly expected her second son to follow, but hesitated when he did not. Aemond remained where he stood, eye fixed on Maetilda. A soft smile graced his lips. A cold shiver ran down Maetilda’s spine.

“I shall make sure Princess Maetilda finds where she is going safely, and see you both soon.” Aemond told the woman behind him without even turning his head.

His mother nodded slowly at first before it grew in confidence, “Very well. Be safe.”

Princess Helaena was led away by the arm. The Queen’s grip on her unyielding. Her cousin could see the dents in the girl’s arm as she was ordered out of the Godswood. The two passed by the fresh sworn knight on their way. Ser Eddrin had relieved Ser Wyllam for the next two shifts somewhere between the castle doors and the Godswood. He stood a respectful distance from both the Prince and Princess. Aemond waited until his mother and sister were gone before he moved to step closer to his cousin, the knight creeping closer in turn. The prince flashed the slightest smile at the sound of squeaking bronze armor. He was dressed in a black coat and trousers with silver detailing. Little tiny dragons in nooks and crannies all around him. His silk tunic underneath was a very dark green. The top section of his long silver blonde hair was pulled out of his face. His leather eye patch was tucked through his hair, secured somewhere behind his head. He grew much more handsome with his age. He did not look like his father or his mother. Perhaps an older relative of theirs. His hair looked as soft as silk and his skin as smooth as marble. His features were strong and statuesque.He stood with his hands behind his back, shoulders straight in a confident posture. He was built tall and sturdy like a Hightower, yet retained the toned, agile, and slender physique of a Valyrian. If he could best Ser Criston, could he best her knight? She feared so. As her hands grew clammy, she hid them behind her back. She grabbed fistfuls of her gown to dry her hands off. All the while, Aemond watched her.

“I am pleased to see you again, princess. How did you sleep?”

The princess froze. His intense stare never faltered. Did he know she was walking about the castle the night before? Did he know that she had been to the library? She had not seen anyone, but perhaps she had missed him. Maetilda attempted to keep her face even so as not to give anything away, but she could tell by the look on his face that she had already failed. His soft smile turned smug and he crept a bit closer. So too did the knight.

“I found myself restless after all the events of yesterday.” She replied evenly, “It is hard being away from the bed I am used to.”

He paused before opening his mouth with intense sincerity, “I am… deeply sorry for my brother’s remarks to you yesterday, his behavior too. From what I understand, he was quite crass.”

“Yes, thank you. I do hope he will learn his manners soon.”

“I fear he will not.” Aemond allowed a sigh before changing the subject, “My sister has missed you.”

“I have missed her greatly. Letters simply do not compare.”

He paused again before he inquired, “Did my mother and I interrupt something?”

Maetilda paused as she remembered their brief time together as kids. Before Aemond had lost his eye, he was a very doting brother. He was among the few that had not treated her oddly for the things she said and did. He was her friend, listened to her attentively, and pieced together things when he could. In her gut, she knew she could tell him the truth of it. Yet, her mind did not know how much she could truly divulge, “The Princess was upset because I was not understanding her.”

“I see,” He nodded.

“Has she been alright?” She inquired.

“It has been getting worse as of late.” He nodded sadly.

“I wish to visit her again. She needs company other than your mother and her children.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“I think she would love that,” He smiled before it quickly dropped, “Although tomorrow will be busy with the Hearing.”

“Yes, the Hearing.” She nodded, “Tomorrow will be quite hectic. Although I sense a decision has already been brokered. Perhaps all the pageantry is unnecessary.”

His head pulled to the side as he blinked at her. She internally cursed her loud mouth. Sometimes her words came out of her mouth before she had the ability to stop them. Again, he stepped closer. The knight followed suit. Aemond was quite close to Maetilda now. She could better see the rise and fall of his chest, the small flexings of the different muscles in his arms and shoulders, the details of his face. He was intimidating. His beautiful presence loomed like that of a mountain cat waiting to strike. But he completely disarmed her of all defenses when an unreadable smile spread across his face.

“That’s quite the accusation.” His tone was taunting.

“Merely a humorous observation.” She corrected.

“Hmm.”

The princess’s crossed arms tightened against her. She couldn’t entirely tell whether their conversation was hostile or not. The uncertainty set her on edge.

“You are not one to hold your tongue, are you princess?”

“I do when I want to.”

“Of course,” He smirked, “I would expect nothing else from the Dragon of the Vale.”

The princess guffawed, “Is that what I am known as?”

“There is still plenty of time to be known by other names if that one does not please you,” He chuckled at her.

“Well, it is not a bad name. Though I fear what the people will come up with next,” She admitted, “They can be dreadfully uncreative.”

“Atrocious.” Aemond agreed with a knowing groan.

The pair briefly slipped off into thought. They each grew silent as their eyes glazed over. They stared at each other without actually looking at one another. They were in their own worlds. Maetilda thought of the names her brothers called him, although they were not yet her brothers back then. Even Baela and Rhaena would keep their distance. For a moment, it was almost as if she could still hear the echoes of Jace and Luke chanting lude things about the Rider of the Pink Dread around the gardens and courtyards. Such words had not once been uttered after Aemond had taken Vhagar as his mount. The Last Dragon of the Conquest. The princess had ridden the dragon many times in her youth. The she-dragon had been the mount of her late step-mother before she had bonded with Aemond. In many aspects, Maetilda felt as if she knew his dragon better than her own. She had certainly known her for longer. The princess had not claimed her own mount until after her father’s third marriage.

“May I ask you a question, princess?” Aemond’s voice broke their silence.

“You may ask one, but I may not answer,” She teased.

“Good, smart,” He smiled, “You do not have to answer if you do not wish to — I have merely been curious.”

“What is your question, Prince Aemond?” Her crossed arms shifted to hands suspiciously on her hips.

“Why have you not wed?”

“Why are you concerned?” She swallowed, narrowing her eyes.

“I know it is not for lack of interested suitors. Has your father given you the choice only for you to refuse them all? Like your stepmother tried to do?”

“My father hasn’t told me of a single one.” She crossed her arms again.

“As long as you are unwed, Runestone is his.” Aemond stated.

“He has always hated the damned thing. Never misses an opportunity to remind me.”

“Your castle used to be the home of kings, you know.”

“Yes, before your dragon and two others came along.”

“And you have blood from both Kings.”

“Lucky me.”

“Do you not see the honor in that?”

“No matter how much King’s blood I have, I still cannot so much as purchase a book without my father’s permission. I do not see the difference.”

“I do not remember you being such an avid bookworm in our youth.” He pointed out.

“Yes, well,” She searched for words, “I’ve had some time to change my mind.”

“That you have.”

“With your time, I see you have left books behind to play with swords.”

“Yes, well,” He mimicked, “The words do not look the same on the page as they used to.”

Once again, the princess’s frame went rigid. He was referring to the loss of his eye. The one he lost at the hands of her stepbrother. They had been small children, but he had been old enough to remember his life before. More than old enough to remember the recovery. It had to have been hard. All those years of relearning how to go about his day-to-day. Her mind raced with questions. So many questions. Many that she would never dare ask. Did it still hurt? Did he have any feeling there at all? Was it truly so scary that he must wear an eye patch? How long had he been wearing one? Did the sight of his scar make him think of what happened every time he looked? Did he even remember the night? What of Lucerys?

“Do you blame him for it?” It was not the first question she should have asked him. It was not a very sensitive one, but it came out as soon as it crossed her mind, “Lucerys? Do you hate him?”

He did not answer. And so came the end to their mutual honesty. Just as she said she would not answer the questions she did not want to, so too did he. She took his silence as a yes. He did not need to answer for her to see the look that crossed his face. His gaze had finally dropped away from her. His single eye darted back and forth in thought. He looked as if he were etched in stone. His skin was already pale like marble, even in the daylight that seeped through the leaves of the trees. She wondered what she should ask him next, or if she should ask him anything at all. Had she overstepped? Just as he had feared he would. It was her turn to ask uncomfortable questions.

“We were children,” Aemond finally spoke, “Yet he knew the damage a dagger would inflict.”

“That is fair.” She nodded, seeing the logic in his thinking. They had seen the damage of daggers, swords, and lances all their life. They had been lectured at length for as long as they could remember. They were not toys. She had known that. But the animosity between the boys was a seed that had been planted since they were babes in the cradle. They knew no differently. What a question she had asked him, indeed. “I am sorry. That was not a fair question to ask you.”

“Asking about your lack of a husband was unfair of me. It was merely revenge.” He smiled.

“Yes, precisely.” She smirked slightly.

“Do you ever wish for a husband, Maetilda?”

“I guess. But only a good one. One that is kind and honorable.” She replied honestly, “Do you ever wish for… amiability with your nephews?”

“I have only ever wished for their laughter to stop.” Honesty.

She nodded in full understanding. Perhaps appreciation too. It had been so long since they had last seen each other, over half a decade ago, yet they had not changed. They always saw each other for the people they were. He had never belittled her or Helaena for being girls or their appreciation for ladylike things. He listened to them talk about flowers and fashion and feelings and jewelry and other people’s affairs. He would even give his input. The memories brought a smile to her face. The prince took a single step closer.

“I have missed you too,” He muttered softly, “Not just Helaena.”

The soft, reminiscent smile turned into a wider coy one. She looked away from his face as she felt his eye bore into hers. Her face reddened with heat. Her voice was hardly above a whisper when she replied, “I missed you too.”

Aemond had opened his mouth to answer before the sound of dragons calling out to each other in greeting rang across the sky. The smile on the princess’s face turned upward in delight.

“I believe your sisters have arrived.”

“It has been long since I have seen them too.”

“We best not keep them waiting.”

The princess froze at the sight of the Prince’s arm offered out to her. To escort her out of the Godswood and to the correct courtyard, “Like you kept my family and myself waiting just yesterday?”

“I was following an order.” He looked down guiltily. His proffered arm wavered, “It was never anything against you.”

“Well, I certainly felt the disrespect.”

“You are right to be upset with me. You do not deserve such treatment. I hope I may make it up to you.”

“I would like that,” She nodded.

“I shall start by escorting you to the proper courtyard.” He tried again.

“That you will.”

The One-Eyed Prince and the Rogue Prince’s daughter left the Godswood arm-in-arm. The princess’s knight followed behind them. The prince smelled of oud, sandalwood, saffron, rosemary, and red clay. The fragrance graced her nose, tempting it to drink in more. The sounds of dragons chirping continued to echo about the skies around them. It filled her chest with a happy warmth while simultaneously pulling at her heartstrings for the absence of Shrykos’s chatter in the mix. She gazed up at the skies as they walked, waiting for a glimpse of one of the three. She could feel Aemond’s stare drift back and forth between her and what she was looking at. She could not remember him watching her so intensely in their youth, but perhaps she had not noticed it then. Servants eyed them as they passed through the various outer courtyards and gardens. She could feel their eyes too. All of them watching her every move. Waiting for her to give them something to whisper about later. Something that would undoubtedly end up in the ears of her father and the Queen. She did her best to ignore them. Aemond and Maetilda easy fell in silent step with each other. She cradled the prince’s muscular arm, as was honorable. It flexed and unflexed as they moved. She would be lying if she said she did not enjoy the feeling of walking so closely with the man grown. His tall presence at her side, she felt like Helaena’s beetles were crawling around her insides. She wished deep down that her father would eventually wed her to a good and kind man who was as tall as Aemond.

“May I join you,” He spoke suddenly, “when you visit Helaena again?”

“I think we would both enjoy that. Just like our few times as children,” She smiled.

“I would enjoy it too. Has been some time since I have been able to vent about Aegon’s horrendous taste in jewelry.” The prince grinned beside her.

She snorted with a small bout of laughter, “He wears very large emeralds and rubies around his neck for a man who will undoubtedly get bile on them.”

“They act as his bib.” Aemond barked with laughter.

The pair giggled together as they made their way back into the training yards. Apparently it served as a direct route to both the High Council’s chambers as well as the Dragon Pit. A small crowd had already gathered down below, the Queen among them. The princess felt her aunt’s eyes watch her as she descended the staircase next to her second son. The princess scanned the crowd for the cousin she saw just earlier, only to come up empty. Disappointment fluttered in her heart with the lack of wisteria, but soon her eyes landed upon her family. They stood together making idle conversation. Joffrey was there, but not Aegon or Viserys. Jacaerys and Lucerys were breathing hard as if they had just ran in. She watched her stepmother follow the Queen’s gaze, followed by her father. Upon catching his glare, her step faltered. Her foot missed the step and crashed onto the one below it. Her ankles wobbled and her balance left her. She lightly crashed into the prince next to her who was reflexively already prepared to catch her. Luckily, she only lost her footing and did not completely fall. That would have only caused more embarrassment. The prince caught her with a light hand on her back and a solid grip beneath her elbow. She breathed a sigh of relief against his steady resolve. He gently straightened her and helped her fix her gowns before they resumed their climb down the steps. Aemond’s grip was firmer the rest of the way down. Her heart continued to pound with the unexpelled energy from her fright. His hold loosened as soon as they reached even ground. Her heart continued to pound at the thought of what to do next amongst the crowd.

The prince gave her arm a reassuring squeeze before he led her through the crowd. The collection of lords and ladies parted like sections of hair as they slowly made their way closer and closer to the Queen, the King’s heir, and the Rogue Prince. All three sets of eyes watched them like snakes watching rats. She couldn’t help but tense with every step. Princess Rhaenyra was the only one who had attempted to smile at them. Even Luke and Jace shut up to turn and gawk. She had never felt so small and scandalous than she did under their close inspection. She painted a smile on her face as she met their eyes with her own. Her father’s were the worst of them. His normally indigo violet eyes seemed practically black. He fumed from his place behind his wife. Smoke practically poured out of his ears from the fire that stirred within. Upon reaching them. Aemond bowed before allowing Maetilda to dip into her low practiced curtsy. The Queen opened her mouth to speak before the sound of gates opening echoed across the mostly quiet training yard.

“Make way! Make way! May I present the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, second of her name and Lady of Driftmark, wife to Lord Corlys Velaryon, Lord of the Tides. And her granddaughters Ladies Baela and Rhaena Targaryen, first of their name, daughters to Prince Daemon Targaryen and the late Lady Laena Velaryon.”

From the open gates entered three heads. They made a triangle formation with the matriarch at the head and the Lucerys-aged girls flanked her back. Their familial resemblance was uncanny. Down to the way the three gracefully sauntered forward. The raven haired Princess Rhaenys, daughter of Prince Aemon Targaryen and Lady Jocelyn Baratheon, and Maetilda’s silver headed twin sisters. Even fresh from dragonback, they looked put together and elegant. She wondered if they would smell better too. If they had found a way to mask the scent of dragon with something far prettier. Prince Aemond’s warm presence drew back and away from her, immediately gaining her attention. The princess felt her side grow cold and turned to find him joining his mother’s side. Following his lead, she assumed her place between Jacaerys and her father. The tension radiated off of both their bodies. Her stomach churned at the realization that she would have much explaining to do. Yet she had no explanations for them. It was nothing more than a conversation in the Godswood, supervised by her very own sworn knight. Regardless, the guilt consumed her as if she had disobeyed a command. And she very much had, a direct order from her father. Of which, she had disobeyed thrice times over in the span of one morning. If the Gods were good to her, they would hold the bombardments at bay.

A/N: can y’all smell that? it’s the plot thickening…

xoxo messy

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen #hotd imagine #aemond one eye #hotd #hotd aemond #house of the dragon fanfic #aemond x fem!oc #prince aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x reader #aemond x oc #game of thrones #hotd fanfic #dad!daemon #dead men and the divine

[itismarvelicious]

A very random idea for Knives Out 3 (: Knot Knot)

Gasp of horror.

The lights turn on. “Benoit?” Phillip calls as he rushes from what we realise is a hotel bedroom - cottage style, the walls made of grey stones, the windows frame made of wood and the curtains a see-through yellow cotton - to the bathroom right outside the bedroom, in the corridor. “What is it, dear?”

Benoit stands frozen in the doorway. “There is no bath.”

Phillip brings a hand to his chest and chuckles a sigh of relief. “You had me scared for a second. I thought you’d walked on a dead body. Or found a threatening message written with blood on the mirror.”

Benoit, obviously in shock, was not listening. “Where am I going to smoke my cigar, Philip?”

“You have grown an addiction.” And he did not mean the cigar.

“I mean, the shared bathroom, I could deal with, but…”

“Excuse-me,” a voice says behind them. They turn, to face a young woman. “Are you using the bathroom?” she asks.

Benoit makes a weird face as he realises that, actually, a shared bathroom he may not be able to deal with. Phillip responds, “Not at all, you are free to use it.” Then, with a hand on Benoit’s back, as he leads him in the corridor back to their bedroom. “Come, we have to unpack. Surely you can manage three days without a bath.”

“Oh, of course. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a lovely place Coleen has picked.”

“Isn’t it? I cannot believe it is the very first holiday we are taking since…” Phillip’s face turns pale.

Benoit winces. “Don’t worry. There will be no murders at our niece’s wedding. What is this?” He frowns now, as he retrieves a squared painting from the suitcase.

“It’s my gift to Coleen and Louis.”

“That was meant for them?”

Phillip is an artist. In the recent years however, especially since the lockdown, he’d… started experimenting out of his usual range. It seems for this one, he’d intended to use every possible colour in the world, and graduated them in line, from lightest to darkest. There is no sense in his paintings and particularly this one. For Benoit, who tries to make sense out of everything, it is always the weirdest thing to witness.

“Why? Do you have something to say about it?”

“Not at all.”

“What is your gift, anyway?”

“A bottle of Dubonnet that belonged to Her Majesty the Queen herself.”

“Right. Of course.”

Some time later in the movie…

Knock knock.

The bathroom door is locked. Phillip sighs. Benoit was right. Shared bathrooms are an awful thing. He should know about it - he barely has access to the one in his own flat. It’s always taken over by Benoit.

Knock knock. Phillip knocks again. “Is somebody in here?”

No one replies. Jeez. Well he might as well go back to the party and use the bathroom there. Or perhaps one of the other gîtes are open. In any case - he has to go back outside to enter the buildings.

Phillip crosses the garden - the size of a park. It seems odd, after all, to enter other people’s gites, so he decides to go back to the party so to use the reception’s bathroom.

He knows Benoit is still at the party but he makes a point of passing in front of him without saying anything. Because he’s still angry with him. The reason why Phillip had decided to go to bed early.

Still, Benoit follows him to the bathroom.

“Phillip,” he says. The door closes behind him on its own. “I thought you were going to bed.”

“I am. Our bathroom is taken.”

“How so?”

“It’s locked. I kept knocking but no one was replying.”

Benoit frowns. Phillip swears he could see his eyes brighten. “I am going to have a look.”

Phillip puts his hands on his hips and stares at his lover. “I cannot believe this.”

Benoit blinks. “Now, what?”

“You´re jumping on the opportunity to solve a stupid bathroom mystery, but when I offered you to walk around the garden with me, you preferred to stay and talk about all your murder quests to anyone who would hear you!” And everyone did listen.

“Is that why you’re angry?”

Phillip crosses his arms and looks away. “It’s not.”

Benoit rolls his eyes. “Then come. We are going to take a walk in the garden… as we head to the bathroom.”

“Such a romantic walk.”

“It is about the journey, not the destination.”

Phillip cannot help but smile.

…

Knock knock.

Still, no one replies.

Knock knock.

“Have you tried to open it?” Benoit asks as he puts his hand on the handle.

“Of course I have.”

Benoit turns the handle.

The door opens.

Phillip gasps of horror.

“I thought so,” Benoit just says. “Phillip. Phillip?”

Phillip is frozen.

“Phillip. I need you to call the police.”

Phillip nods. “Right. Of course.”

“Stay in the corridor. Do not leave my side.”

As Phillip does so, Benoit kneels.

In the middle of the puddle of blood, around the woman’s body, are multiple pieces of glass.

“You asshole,” Benoit grunts.

His fucking bottle of Dubonnet.

This came out of my head out of nowhere as I was simply just considering seeing more of the Benoit/Phillip pairing in the next movie.

´Kay. Bye.

#glass onion #knives out #benoit blanc #Daniel Craig #hugh grant #benoit blanc mysteries

[lucky-bishop]

WIP Tag Game!!

Thanks for the tags, @dear-massacre and @rosieposiepuddingnpie!!

I have so many WIPs. Like. Too many. Some of these will probably never end up actually getting written. BUT, alas, here we go!

Non-Teen Wolf:

Nadja Pegs Laszlo (WWDITS)

The one-brain cell polycule (WWDITS)

Guillermo Mercy Kills Nandor (WWDITS)

Gay Besties (endgame Steddie but mostly abt the Steve & Robin friendship, Stranger Things)

Teen Wolf, Not Prompts:

7 minutes in heaven (Stiles' sexy birthday celebration w/ the pack)

A Parting Gift (MCD) The nogitsune leaves a gift behind. Sterek.

Affectionate Biting - Malia's love language is Biting

Lonely Girl (MCD) - Allison's ghost haunts Lydia

Alpha Peter bitches Stiles

Shifter Royalty Stilinski Family Steter

Extra Hedonist Peter w/ Bottom Dom Stiles

S1 monster of the week crack feat. the sheriff, Scott, Stiles, and Derek

Deputy Chris Argent, endgame Chris/Sheriff

DILF Chris Argent, mostly Stargent w/ endgame Stiles/Chris/Isaac

Erica Prom Queen Murder Spree

FBI Trainee Stiles

Stiles can't suck dick but Peter uses his face in Other ways

Monsterfucker dildo where Stiles gets a monster mate

Steter monsterfucking in the woods

Peter's presumptuous when he gets with Stiles but ends up getting an actual BDSM education

Non-con mating bite, Steter

Possessive Peter Steterek! The only one of these that's currently on AO3 as Possessive Beasts!

Peter babytraps omega Stiles

Sciles makes an "if we're not married by x" pact and then commits shenanigans trying to keep each other single

Unrequited Stiles/Scott where Scott rejects Stiles

Crack shrunken Peter fic

Smart Scott 5+1

Stiles/Peter/Deucalion college fic

Stargent Painting Fic - inspired by Lorde

Dark Stargent - Chris takes Stiles as a surrogate daughter after Allison dies

Sterek (MCD) - Derek returns to find Beacon Hills, and Stiles, in shambles. He tries to save them both.

Peter finding out that Stiles doesn't trust him even though they're together, inspired by T.Swift "Hoax"

Steter "hands are meant to be held" Valentine fic

Part 3 of the Steterek feminization where Stiles tops the hell out of Derek and Peter

Stiles is horny and has access to a 3d printer (Steter getting together)

Stiles/Cora/Derek dangerous Hales make Stiles horny

My very Steter take on The Train Station

Stiles gets bit by a grindr hookup fic

Transmasc Stiles and TA Peter get together

Teen Wolf & Buffy fusion, where Stiles is a Watcher (end game Stetopher)

Untitled Sterek watersports fic

Writer in the Dark, another Lorde-inspired fic, with the Kira/Cora pairing!

Teen Wolf, Prompts:

Greenberg has an absolute glo-up and everyone Notices

Stiles and Scott go looking for trouble (feral Derek and Peter) and they find it

Co-Alphas Scott and Derek fuck

Derek is being thrown a surprise party, but doesn't like surprises, and this leads to him and Stiles boning

Derek spanks Scott and Stiles for being shitheads towards him

Peter shows off wearing panties and the whole pack takes turns taking them off of him

Fox Stiles and Scott are roommates, and they compete to respectively make Peter and Lydia loud in bed

So I guess. That's technically 45 wips which is actually insane! Especially because that doesn't count any of the ~10 events or so I will probably participate in per year!

Anyway tagging: @lavender-lotion, @beaconfeels, @like-lazarus, @thotpuppy, @midnightwinterhawk, @meggie-stardust and anyone else who would like to play along!

#tag game #wips #my life is out of control #my writing

[dreamy625]

Overture and beginners - chapter 6

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Words: 2524

Content: Final chapter! I think we know where this is going now 🫣

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Katie turned into Steve’s street just in time to see a younger boy come out of the house, banging the door behind him and bouncing down the steps before heading off in the opposite direction. She waited a minute or so for safety before ringing the doorbell. Steve answered almost instantly, like he was waiting in the hall.

“Hullo, love.” He stepped back, letting her move into the hall before kissing her softly on the cheek.

“Your cunning plan worked then?” She gestured back in the direction that Chris had walked.

“Yeah, I had to pay for tickets for him and his mate, cokes, and popcorn. Who knew having a love life would be so expensive.” He held out his hand, “Can I take your coat?”

Katie handed it to him and automatically slipped off her shoes - if Steve’s mam was anything like hers, outdoor shoes on the carpet was a crime second only to murder. 

Steve led the way into the livingroom - two smaller rooms knocked into one, with anaglypta wallpaper and stone-clad fireplaces. “So, umm, this is my house…”

“Looks a lot like mine. I guess they were all built around the same time? Nice and warm though; my dad will tell us to put on another jumper until we’re practically spherical before he’ll switch the heating on!”

“Mine’s the same; I turned it up the minute they left. Come through to the kitchen and I’ll find us some drinks.” He started rifling through cupboards, “Tea? Or we’ve got lemonade, or…” he turned the bottle around, “dandelion and burdock?”

Katie pulled a face.

“Yeah, disgusting stuff. Why do they even make it? Here’s some weeds we pulled out of a ditch, wanna drink it? We might have something else, orange squash maybe…”

“Lemonade’s fine.”

Steve poured two glasses. “Now lemons, much better idea… fruit… from a tree… and it smells nice…” Clamping his lips together to stop the babbling, he handed her a glass and leaned back against the counter, his head tilted down to the floor. He peeked out at her from under his fringe. “Why am I nervous?”

“No clue, because I am cool as a cucumber!” she laughed. She crossed the kitchen and ran her hand down his arm. “Maybe because you’re thinking about what might happen, and it’s new and a bit scary? Me too,” she confessed. 

He pulled her into a hug, resting his chin on the top of her head. “We’ve got hours and hours to hang out, with no parents, no annoying little brothers, no obnoxious bandmates. We can do whatever we like, right? It doesn’t have to be that.”

“Whatever we like,” she echoed, wrapping her arms around his slender waist, “no expectations.”

“So… d’you wanna see my room?”

“You’re the first girl that’s not related to me to come in here,” he noted as he led the way upstairs. “‘No girls in bedrooms’,” he added in a low, gravelly-voiced impression of his father. “Don’t know what they think is going to happen… actually, now I do…”

Katie had limited experience of boys’ bedrooms, but it looked pretty much like she would have imagined - standard department store furniture, brown carpet, blue curtains, band posters, Sheffield Wednesday scarf hanging on the wardrobe door. 

“Very neat. Did you clean up specially?”

“Maybe, what do you think?”

Katie looked around the small space.”I think… it’s normally pretty tidy, but you made it even more so because I was coming over? No one really has a desk where everything is exactly at right angles!”

“You got me. I don’t have much stuff, just clothes and records really, so it’s hard to make too much mess. I dusted,” he added proudly, “and look, clean sheets.” Katie raised her eyebrows, and a tinge of pink lit Steve’s cheeks. “So, err, shall I put some music on?”

He moved to the record player and dropped the needle onto the record already on the turntable - Queen, it turned out. They both stood rather awkwardly until Steve motioned for Katie to sit on the bed; the only chair in the room was the straight-backed wooden one that went with the desk. He continued to hover at the side of the room, picking pencils up off the desk and putting them down again.

“Come sit with me?” she asked, scooting back to the far corner of the bed. He sat down, pulled his legs up, and leant against the headboard. Katie cuddled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Tell me about these bands you’ve stuck all over your walls.” 

She already understood him well enough to know that music was the topic that would always make him calm and happy, and she could feel the tension leave his body as he expounded on the talents of his favourites, Jimmy Page and Brian Robertson. 

After Steve hopped off the bed briefly to turn the record over, he returned and laid down facing Katie, but not touching. 

“Hello,” he said, smiling mischievously.

“Hi,” she answered cautiously, wondering what game this was.

“May I kiss you, m’lady?”

“I think that could be quite agreeable,” she allowed.

He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips, just once, and leaned back. “Thank you kindly, I am greatly in your debt.”

“Oh come here you ridiculous boy!” she laughed, grabbing the front of his t-shirt and pulling him close for a proper kiss. 

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They were well-practised at this now and it didn’t take long before hands and mouths and whispered words brought them to the point of rubbing up on one another in sweet desperation. 

Steve rolled on top of her and paused, looking searchingly into her face. ‘Yes?’ was all he needed to ask.

“Yes,” she answered instantly.

“Sure?”

“Completely.” She wriggled beneath him, opening her legs wider so he fitted neatly between her thighs. 

“D’you want me to… use something?”

She shook her head, “Let’s not add any complications. I’ve been taking my magic pills, so we’re all good.”

“Right.” He took a deep breath. “If it hurts, or there’s anything you don’t like, you tell me. Promise?”

“Promise.”

With a look of intense concentration he moved to line himself up, but it felt like he wasn’t prodding in quite the right place. 

“Down a little bit…” 

She angled her hips up and all at once the pressure turned to yielding and Steve let out a ‘hah’ of surprise. As gently as possible, he pushed a bit further in but stopped immediately when Katie drew in a sharp breath. “Oh no, did I hurt you?”

“It’s just uncomfortable, because it’s new. Just go slow.” 

He still looked doubtful, “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. Really, I’m fine, keep going.”

Monitoring Katie’s expression intently the whole time, Steve did as he was told until he was in as far as he could go. “Is that okay?”

“It feels a bit weird. Not bad, just different. Your… um, your dick is bigger than your fingers!” She experimented, angling her pelvis up and down and clenching and releasing her muscles, adjusting to the new sensations.

"Jesus! That's…"  He'd been focusing so hard on getting it right that he hadn’t really registered how it felt until now. 

The expression of open-mouthed astonishment on her boyfriend's face made Katie laugh, and he laughed back. "Hey, I felt that through your…" (they’d never managed to find a non-cringey word for it).

She reached up and stroked his cheek. "I'm so glad I'm doing this, the whole first time thing, with you."

"Me too." He leaned in for a kiss, at first tender and then passionate. "Can I move?" he murmured, and she mm-mm-ed in answer.

After the first few stuttering strokes, the angles and the motion just clicked and it was easy, smooth and slippery and tight and warm and better than hands, better than anything. Steve’s brain overloaded with ‘feels so good-am I doing it right-can’t believe we’re doing this-she’s so beautiful-oh my god-this is amazing’ and the only coherent thought he could push out was, “Good?”

“Really good.” 

She had wrapped her legs around his hips and started rocking to meet his thrusts and quickly he had to switch from thinking how incredible it felt to thinking unsexy thoughts about belt drives and tailstock adjustment. 

“Don't know how long I can…" he panted.

"That's okay."

"You could… use your fingers? You know…”

Katie hesitated for a moment, self-conscious, before reaching down between their entwined bodies. Not much room, and it was an awkward angle, but ah, there, that was… something. Maybe if she could match her movements to his… 

“Can you go slower?”

Steve switched to long, slow strokes, figuring out how to use his elbows for leverage, and discovered that was a whole new flavour of amazing, ‘oh my god’ and ‘please not yet’ battling it out in his head.

It felt so good, like when they used their hands on each other, but more intense, not just physically but mentally too, a full mind-body experience. Katie felt dizzying waves of both pleasure and emotion building, culminating not in a big explosion like you read about in those novels you have to hide under your mattress, but a warm rippling feeling that spread from her centre all the way down her thighs and made her moan, every breath becoming an ‘ohh’, and grip onto Steve’s bum to pull him in as deep as possible. Feeling and hearing that was Steve’s undoing as well. Some deeply ingrained natural instinct overtook any conscious control and his thrusts sped up, breath coming in grunts and jumbled words, “Oh god… I’m gonna… I… I love you… I love… you…” and a final groan that cracked into a sigh. 

Steve dropped his head down onto Katie’s shoulder, resisting the urge to just slump completely and squash the poor girl. ‘Wow’ was the only reaction he could manage. 

She giggled jubilantly, “We actually did it!” and when he lifted his head she ruffled his hair and observed, “Ah, and there’s that grin you’re going to be wearing all week.”

“All month maybe!” He leaned in and kissed her, “You are the most wonderful girl.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

With a shift of his hips he carefully extracted himself and eased over onto his side, curving his body around hers and nestling his head between her neck and shoulder. Katie wrapped one hand over his as it laid across her stomach, and trailed the other up and down his side, dancing her fingers from one rib to the next (he was unbelievably skinny for someone that she regularly saw eat a pie nearly the size of his head in the canteen at lunchtime!).

When they’d both got their breath back, she started to fidget. “I’m just going to… where’s your bathroom?”

“Opposite side of the landing. Do you need anything? Borrow my dressing gown, it’s on the back of the door.”

From the landing, Steve heard an exclamation of ‘urgh’. “You okay?” he called.

“It’s running down my leg! Yuck!”

“Soooorry.”

“Typical,” she continued to the accompaniment of running water, “you guys make the mess and us women have to clear it up!”

The toilet flushed and Katie reappeared and climbed back into bed.

“Everything all right?”

“Yup, little bit sore, but no blood.”

“Does that really happen?”

“Apparently. Maybe if you’ve never put anything in there before?”

“Lucky we did all that practising then.”

“Preparation is everything.” She looked around the room, seeking out a clock. “What’s the time?”

Steve checked his watch. “Twenty to nine. We’ve probably got another hour before anyone comes back.”

“What do you want to do now?”

He stretched his arms over his head. “Total clichè, but I really want a cigarette.”

“So have one then.”

“I’m not allowed to smoke upstairs.”

“You’re also not allowed to have girls in your room, and yet…” she smiled.

“Good point.” 

He reached over to the nightstand and took out a pack of cigarettes, matches, and a coughdrop tin to serve as an ashtray. 

“Heh, this feels like more of a transgression than the other!”

He offered her the pack but she shook her head, snuggling back down with her arm across his stomach, watching as he attempted to blow smoke rings at the ceiling. 

“Do you feel different?”

“Different how?”

“I don’t know, like you’ve ‘become a man’ or something? It’s made out to be this big momentous thing, and I mean, it was, but I still just feel like me.”

“I don’t think I feel any different, but I do feel like there’s, I don’t know… a secret special thing between us, that’s just for us. Does that sound stupid?” 

“No, it does feel like that.” She tightened her hold. “You’re all mine how, Clarkie.”

He was silent for a moment or two, then, “I meant it y’know, it wasn’t just because of… I love you.”

Katie lifted her head to look into his face. Her eyes were soft and she was smiling a lopsided, considering kind of smile. “I wasn’t going to mention it, in case you didn’t remember saying it, in case it was just an in the moment thing. But I love you too.”

They kissed for a long moment, then Steve sighed. “I wish we could stay like this all night, but I suppose we should get up and get dressed. If Chris comes home and finds a naked woman in the house I will probably have to give him my whole wage packet not to tell Mam.” Reluctantly he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, picking up their now-crumpled t-shirts from the floor.

Katie dug out her knickers from somewhere under the blankets and pulled them on. “It’s not exactly how I want to first meet your family either.”

“You’d certainly make an unforgettable impression! But yeah, clothed and a little less ruffled might be better.” He watched her pull her shirt on over her head, then reached out and combed his hand through her tangled hair. “You look beautiful though. Debauchery suits you!”

“Why thank you. I think.”

“Come on,” he said, standing up to put on his jeans, “I’ll walk you home, or at least to the end of your street.”

“You’re going to have to meet my dad eventually you know. As my boyfriend, I mean.”

“I suppose so, but can we make it not when I’ve just shagged his daughter!” He clapped his hand over his mouth - that’s not quite how he would have phrased it if he’d thought about it!

But Katie just laughed. “Scaredy-cat!”

“With good reason - I like my arms and legs the way they are!”

She ran her hand down from his shoulder to his hand, interlacing their fingers. “I like your arms and legs the way they are too, and I will protect you from the nasty man. We can say goodbye behind a bush if you like.”

“Thank you.” He lifted their clasped hands and pressed his lips to the back of her hand. “Best day ever,” he said, the Cheshire Cat grin returning.

“Best day ever,” she echoed.

#steve clark #steve clark fanfic #steve clark fanfiction #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fanfiction #overture and beginners fic

[that-one-i-think]

Part 3 about my OC Forge and this time I am actually going into his childhood : D and the violent coup and murder of his family.

Brutus "Forge" Aurelius was the second oldest of four siblings in the royal family. His mother was the current queen, and his father was a very happy malewife consort. His older sister was set to become the queen, as she both had the ability to turn into a piglin and was the oldest.

Forge was being set up to become both a great craftsman and forgemaster, learning architecture from his father so he could best help his sister rule. He did not mind his position because even at 10, he could see that his older sister, who was just 15, was going to be a great leader. Lovely and sociable and would have been a great leader, if it wasn't for the invasion.

The royal family had just finished packing up their things, as it had been 10 years in their current village, and it had blossomed under their care. The family was going to leave the next day for a village that has been experiencing hellish and unnatural droughts, and this left them vulnerable.

The few staff they had were gone, the guards were all resting for the adventure, and the queen and her consort were standing in the main room looking at what they were leaving behind. When they heard screams coming from the eldest room.

The mother ran towards the commotion, and the father ran to check on the youngest two children, the twins, who were only 4. The mother burst in, but it was too late as the eldest was already dead. Before the mother could even revert to her piglin form and arrow was shot through her neck and she was down.

The army stormed through the place and took care of the sleeping guards in their sleep. Forge's father eventually made it to the twins and was rushing out, trying to go to find Forge before he felt an arrow in his spine, the last thing he saw before he felt the end of a war hammer slamming against his head, hearing his twin daughters scream.

Forge was in the his mothers forge at the time when he heard the screams of his younger siblings. He grabbed a knife from the table and rushed inside but just like his mother, he was too late. He watched from the shadows as a thin mei'fwa with orange fur and black stripes slit the throat of his youngest sister, with his father's body lying there.

None of the guards had seen him as he felt the flames rise from him, the justified rage filling him as he rushed towards the man before stabbing the blade into his thigh. He was unfortunately too slow to avoid the capture of the guards around the Mei'fwa, but before the guards could execute him, the man held up his hand to stop them.

"This child certainly has a fire I haven't seen in a long time. I think he will be of use."

The man Green eyes meet with Brutus's orange ones, and that is when he finally recognizes the man. The Tiger King of Northern Tu'la, Vitani, for this was not a simple assassination but a takeover.

For the next decade Forge was "under the care" of the Vitani as he took over his home. Forced to turn what was once his simple childhood home into a palace that spit in the face of his parents. Forced to make the same weapons that slaughtered his family for the same people who did the slaughter. Until a forge explosion happened, collapsing the building with Forge inside, his arm trapped under the sandstone wall.

The king deciding that between the explosion and the collapse, that Forge must've been dead he abandoned him there. Only upset that Forge didn't finish the details on his golden thrown yet. Unfortunately for Vitani, Piglins are immune to fire and Brutus was nothing but determined to get his revenge. With a good saw, some well-timed cauterization, and the strength of a piglin, Forge was out of there.

Outlines : D

#aphblr #aphmau #aphverse #aphmau mcd #mcd #minecraft diaries #oc #mcd oc forge

[backjustforberena]

Thoughts whilst watching Rhaenys vs Rhaenyra in 1x08 (EXPANDED AND NOW WITH GIFS):

Just the fact she’s looking at the Heart Tree. There’s the direct religious aspects, given she might lose her husband and the death of her son is also on her mind. But also taking solace in front of a lone tree that’s out of place, as she now feels, in King’s Landing. Alive only because others have deemed it nonthreatening to survive there.

“Baela said you might be here.” - there is no way that Rhaenyra is catching Rhaenys unaware at that moment. Rhaenys probably told Baela exactly where she would head as soon as they settled, knowing that Baela would pass that on, or she told Baela to pass that on. She’s in the godswood garden for the precise reason to face Rhaenyra.

Rhaena was a surprise and I love her expression when she sees her. The smile that can’t be tamed. The public show of love that is just holding out her hand and taking hers. Rhaena being so thrilled to see her grandmother, you can just see it on her face, and looking to Rhaenys before leaving.

Rhaenyra’s first interaction with Rhaenys being both to use her granddaughter’s presence to “soften” her, and then praising her raising of Baela. “You honour me, Princess.” is Rhaenys-speak for f*** you. She sees through it all and I love it.

The refocus of soft!Rhaenys with Rhaena, to when Rhaena leaves and Rhaenys just blinks and has her guard up. Instantly the power is with her, because Rhaenyra is the one that needs HER, not the other way around.

“You intend to advocate for yourself” - well, love, if she is, she’s not about to tell YOU is she?! And she never will. I don’t know what Rhaenys would have done had Viserys not turned up, and frankly, I love that. She doesn’t let Rhaenyra know whether her theory is right or wrong. Ultimate poker face.

“This is no fair proceeding, it is a trap...” AND RHAENYS HAS THIS TINY SMILE. Because of course it’s a trap, you sweet summer child. It’s been a trap this entire time and you walked right into it. From DAY ONE Rhaenyra has been told . And so she’s... what? Appealing to Rhaenys on moral grounds? No wonder she’s finding that funny, because, surely, Rhaenyra has to be joking. She can’t claim any moral high ground. She’s right down in the dirt after what she did with Laenor.

“And yet you did worse than that with Laenor... did you not?” SIX YEARS, STILL BITTER. And good for you! Six years, with very little interaction with Rhaenyra, I assume. Six years with no one to talk about the fact that you pretty much think the heir to the throne, your cousin’s kid, your former daughter-in-law, conspired to have your son killed.

It’s such a moment of truth: a moment for truth. Even if Rhaenyra confessed that she’d killed Laenor or knew the circumstances around his death or whatever, Rhaenys could not TOUCH her. This is close as she can get: making her feel bad. As she could never enact any other consequence. She’s never getting justice for her son’s murder because his murderers are above those consequences and to spell out the reasoning behind it all would be to commit treason.

And what she gets are lies. Or as good as. “I loved your son.” - not as much as Rhaenys, even if that were true. Rhaenys doesn’t believe any of it and has to stand there are take it. A little quirk of the brow when Rhaenyra says: “I did not order his death.”

Rhaenys makes to LEAVE. She isn’t there to get anything from Rhaenyra, apart from, perhaps, the truth on Laenor. But when it comes to the succession and the betrothal offer, Rhaenys doesn’t come to the meeting wanting to know what Rhaenyra is willing to offer her. There’s an actual jaw clench when Rhaenyra continues to speak and stops her from leaving.

“Back Luke’s claim, and let us betroth Laena’s children to mine. Baela will be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and her sons will be heirs to the throne. Rhaena will rule in Driftmark, and… the seat will pass to her and Lucerys’s children in time.” - I think this 10/10 would have worked on Corlys. But Rhaenyra isn’t dealing with Corlys. And Rhaenys couldn’t give a hoot. Seriously, give her one good reason, Rhaenyra. I dare you. Rhaenys couldn’t care less. It’s not about thrones and power anymore, not to her. Not after Laena and Laenor. There is nothing in her expression to infer that she is even slightly tempted.

“A generous offer. Or a desperate one.” It’s interesting to compare this to Rhaenys’s chat with Alicent because Alicent does have moments of power in that conversation. But in this, I don’t think you could pick a single second where Rhaenys is the one at a disadvantage. A moment where Rhaenyra surprises her or tells her something she doesn’t already know. The only moment like it is when she turns and sees Rhaena, but Rhaena is removed from the scene pretty early on and the effect is minimal. She’s not ruffled by it, it simply informs more about Rhaenyra’s position.

“You’re right in this at least... it does not matter.” AKA MY FAVOURITE LINE. It’s so deep and so meaningful and just the subtle dig of “in this at least” as well as the multiple interpretation of what “it” could be: the circumstances surrounding Laenor’s death? The offer itself? The interest in Driftmark? Even just acknowledging the power that Rhaenys has or making any moves to make Rhaenys feel included or appreciated or whatever. It does not matter = it’s not enough = it’s too late.

As well as this, the notion that she says “it does not matter” whilst looking at the Heart Tree again. At nothing. As the storm gathers. 

She’s just saying the truth this entire scene. She’s ten steps ahead and Rhaenyra just seems like she’s running to catch up. And Rhaenys could have helped, and once upon a time had wanted to help... had Rhaenyra not engineered a situation that made it impossible for her to. Both for her head and her heart, it would be wrong to side with Rhaenyra at this point. So, Rhaenys calls Rhaenyra out. She’s desperate. I’ve done a whole other meta post about the lines in that last little speech because it’s just GOLD.

STEP FORWARD, QUEEN WHO NEVER WAS! The way she crowds into Rhaenyra, leaving Rhaenyra shaken to her core. All of Rhaenyra’s tactics have either been seen for what they were (emotional manipulation, lying, appealing to Rhaenys’s ambition) or totally without effect. Rhaenyra has underestimated her opponent.

If Viserys hadn’t hobbled out of bed, Rhaenyra would have been totally done for. Utterly, completely, without hope. She would have had to have gone with the high-handed approach of calling it a farce, but that would have done very little. The tactics that worked when Aemond lost his eye only work if she has the power and the allies. Without Viserys, she doesn’t.

Rhaenys leaves the conversation having agreed to nothing, denied nothing, and without confirming or denying her plan of action later on that day.

“I must stand alone.” There is such sadness in this line that I can’t even get into right now.

#look i'm a nerd with instagiffer #this is just what you're getting #rhaenys targaryen #my gifs #bad meta #house of the dragon

[jacksgreysays]

"Hail to the Queen: She Who Has Divine Right" is interesting, because there are, again, a couple ways this could happen.

The one that first comes to mind is actually her marrying Gaara, and them co-ruling Suna together. After all, her actions with Gelel were what saved their economy. I could definitely see them worshipping Gelel or Shikabane-hime for that. She falls in love with and marries Gaara, only realizing what was going on religiously afterwards. (Though if I'm reading you right, you're more of a Sasuke/Shikako fan and might not be interested just bc of the ship, which is valid)

Another idea that could work would be if the Land of Hot Springs/Ash incident went differently. Maybe Gelel reaches for a dragon vein (right underneath the temple bc that could be part of what made the ritual work) and uses that, along with Shikako, to drive Jashin out and slam the door. That has some sort of side effect that makes it clear that some sort of godly activity took place there. The villagers see Shikako stumble out from the temple, jump to some (correct) conclusions, and start worshipping Shikabane-hime. It spreads from there. Now that it's happened twice, Shikako has access to more of Gelel's power. So this stuff starts to keep happening. Eventually people catch on.

Maybe she goes to the past/different dimension and her 'divinity' starts showing again. People start considering her the patron deity of the Nara. Then they join Konoha and she starts to reveal more of her skills. This is usually because they just weren't needed before, but because they happen to be skills that tend to show up more in other clans (ex: sealing & the Uzumaki), they start thinking that maybe she's growing to be the patron deity of Konoha instead. The fact that she showed up out of nowhere and stopped aging when she turned 21 only supports this theory, to her great frustration. She eventually gives in to the idea when the Mangekyo Sharingan recognizes her as Shikabane-hime. Hashirama is just happy to have a clear successor that everyone is in favor of.

Just some thoughts :)

Hello again aryaokayfriend!

I’m going to say, first of all, I am very surprised that’s the vibe I give off considering my first ever DoS recursive was a Shikaara fic of serene, uncomplicated affection while every time I have to consider Shikako and Sasuke dynamic for a fic I have to go through a checklist of

1) how platonic can the relationship be in order for this to work/be entertaining 2) obviously if there’s any romance it is from Sasuke’s side but does Shikako even reciprocate or is she 2a) going with the flow, or 2b) entirely unable to view Sasuke as romantic due to 2bi) knowing who Sasuke as a character could have turned out to be in canon (an asshole), 2bii) knowing Sasuke as a person since they were little kids 2biii) knowing that she has way more information about the machinations that ruined his life than he does and that she 2biii-) didn’t do anything to stop (even by telling an adult who probably wouldn’t have believed her, but still, no attempt was made) 2biii=) continues to keep it a secret from him even though the literal mastermind behind the murder of his family is walking around the village without any consequences

In all fairness it is probably because of that drama that I write more Shikasuke fic and the ANBU Red Team dynamic is fantastic, so I can see why I might give off that vibe. Whereas because my Shikaara feelings are so uncomplicated and serene I feel like I’ve written all of my Shikaara fic many moons ago (and, admittedly, before I figured out a good tagging/ao3 uploading system so they’re kinda sprinkled around and hard to find T_T)

I am, of course, a multishipper. :D

All that being said, I don’t know if your first idea really meets the brief of She Who Has Divine Right since it seems like her ascension to become “queen” (aka the Kazekage’s consort in this case? Because I can’t imagine Suna’s council would be okay with a Leaf nin co-ruling their village) is more about her marrying Gaara than the Divine powers given to her by Gelel.

Like, if anything, a more “She Who Has Divine Right” adherent take would be if, because she has melded with Gelel, she automatically becomes the leader of Haido’s… country? nation? castle?… or I guess what was actually Temujin’s before Haido killed his parents and etc. ESPECIALLY since according to the wiki “only the royal blood of his clan could forge stones from the ore” and we definitely know that Shikako has her own Gelel stone.

Oh, and it could double for a She Who Leads The Armies since I think they were an invading force that was going to mess with the Elemental Nations (starting with Land of Wind) before Shikako and co. stopped them.

So it would appear that not only did Haido’s invasion fail to, like, six teenagers and a ferret, BUT also the god/divine presence that fuels their literal heart stones also REJECTED Temujin—who is 1) Haido’s heir and 2) the actual original royalty—in favor of one of said six teenagers by fusing with her.

So, you know, now Shikako is the leader of a country/nation outside of the known continent that tried to invade lol. This is just her upping the ante of turning attempted invaders (Sand Siblings) into allies. ;)

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People earnestly worshiping Shikabane-hime in such a way that it becomes a feedback loop of power -> miracles -> worship -> more power is very entertaining to me because Shikako would also find it entertaining or at least fascinating if it were happening to LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE. As is, the idea of a reluctant burgeoning god is pretty fun. Although part of me is wondering if this would necessarily count as a Hail to the Queen since BEING divine and HAVING divine right are separate things? And of course a lot of my Hail to the Queen series doesn’t necessarily have her become Hokage explicitly—sometimes they are more about being the power behind the throne or the circumstances that push her towards becoming Hokage even though she wouldn’t want to take that from Naruto nor would she want that at all for herself—so it’s not like a governmental leadership role is necessary for the series. But I feel like just becoming a god kind of takes out the intricate… maneuvering? legalese? puzzle?… of becoming queen/queen equivalent.

ALTHOUGH, ALTHOUGH, nothing says that she can’t become QUEEN OF THE GODS.

(I mean, she did pretty handily smack down Jashin as a little god with almost no worshipers to her name and still in a mortal form. That’s pretty embarrassing for him, honestly.)

Or, for a slightly less megalomaniacal take, there was that Changeling ficlet in which I imply that changelings are sent across to the shinobi world to learn and grow and prove themselves and then come back (with or without mortal Knights) to fight in the Courtly Wars and maybe become the new Fae Monarchs

So, you know, she doesn’t need to be human to be a queen.

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As for the last part of your ask, I don’t know if it matches exactly what you wrote, but I did have She Who Makes The Crown in which Shikako time travels/is summoned by a young Tobirama and is, like, an un-aging advisor to the Nidaime all throughout his reign and helps him build Konoha

It kind of hits on some of the things you mentioned (not exactly, of course) but close enough that I think it might be repetitive if I went that route.

#jacksgreyson #aryaokayfriend #brainstorm #asks #answers #links #dreaming of sunshine #hail to the queen #changeling #shikako nara #sasuke uchiha #sabaku no gaara

[smartycvnt]

Remnant

Title: Remnant

Pairing: Thea Queen x Reader

Word Count: 736

Y/n was a long way from Star City. It had been years since she was forced out of there by the Queen family. The bitterness from having everything stolen from her had only grown in her time away. Y/n had tried her hardest to make things work, but there was always a dark cloud that loomed over her head.

She couldn't get close to anybody with the fear that they'd discover who she really was. Honesty was no longer an option. Y/n had to pretend to be someone else. Her world had been turned upside down because of something that she had no choice in. She wished that Thea would have killed her whenever Thea had the chance. And Y/n was going to make sure that Thea felt the exact same way by the time that Y/n had exacted her revenge.

Thea was easy enough to come by. Y/n had never really let her stray too far. At first, it had been an accident. Y/n and Thea had always been a lot alike, which made Y/n's hiding difficult. She had money, but couldn't risk Thea finding her in some city. What had first felt like a curse was turning out to be a blessing in disguise.

"I'll be fine. Have a good night!" Thea called out to one of her coworkers. Y/n waited for Thea to be completely alne before she stepped out of the shadows. "Who's there?"

"Thea Queen, you have failed this city," Y/n said as she pulled Thea into a chokehold. There was a red arrow pressing against her throat, the same one that Thea had shot Y/n with as Speedy.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" Thea kept her voice calm, despite the fact that she knew Y/n could easily kill her. It had always been an afterthought for Thea, something that snuck its way up to the front of her brain on dark and lonely nights. Thea wasn't sure if she should have killed Y/n or just let her be. It was too late to do either of those things now, so Thea just had to accept her fate instead.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time," Y/n said with a sinister smile. Thea wondered how many times Y/n had let the murder play out in her head. She wondered if what Thea did that night haunted Y/n in the same way that it haunted Thea. "You took everything from me and left me for dead."

"You were hurting people, Y/n." Thea knew that it had been indirect for Y/n. She was just easier to get to than the actual mastermind behind it all. Y/n had been his puppet and investor. He had used her money to take control of certain aspects of the city in an attempt to overthrow it into chaos. Star City was on the verge of anarchy, only to be taken over by a madman and the teenage girl he had manipulated.

"He made me do things that I'd never forgive myself for. I thought you'd help me escape, but instead, you tried to kill me. You and your brother aren't heroes, you're monsters," Y/n said as she pressed the tip of the arrow against Thea's throat. "Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?"

"You know why," Thea answered. That wasn't good enough for Y/n, who pressed the tip against Thea's shoulder just hard enough to pierce through the skin. "I loved you! I couldn't kill you because I loved you!"

"That's not how you treat the person that you claim to love," Y/n said as she released Thea. Thea stumbled onto the ground and looked up just in time to see Y/n standing over her. Thea's heart was racing as she thought about what Y/n was going to do to her. Thea watched as Y/n pulled a knife out from behind her back. Y/n casually flung the knife at Thea, sticking it into her leg, just above the knee. It was the same place where the arrow had struck her years ago. Thea wouldn't die from the wound, but she'd be feeling it for a long time. Y/n was certain that Thea would never be able to forget about her after that.

#one shot #my writing #arrow x reader #arrow #arrowverse x reader #arrowerse #thea queen x reader #thea queen

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Fae and Far Between

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: future ABO, Viking Col, fae Dom, Big Sad™️- I'm serious guys! Pain ahead!, waking up alone, depression, fear, physical violence (against Dom), threats of death, threats of war, desperate boys, surprise revelations, new hope, PTSD, panic, fear, missing each other, revelations of murder (past tense but a lot), trophies from a killer, more death threats, holding someone against their will, sexual assault threats ☠️ rating: mature (because of threats let's say verging on explicit to be safe) ☠️ ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Kol'son woke with a start, he hadn't meant to fall asleep at all but there was something so comforting about being buried balls deep inside his lover that he couldn't help drifting off between rounds. He'd had a plan to bed the boy as many times as he could in the day they had left but at least they'd gotten a little rest to last them. Or so that's what he thought as he blinked his eyes open and took in the room that felt far too cold. It had been filled with warmth since the fae appeared even though he ran cooler than most. His fire lamps were out as he glanced around. He felt frozen, even his cock where it laid sticky with drying cum felt cold though it still should have been plugging his prince full. "Dom?" He asked softly but his stomach was already sick with the truth. There was no sign of his mate anywhere besides the drying fluids on his body and the tattered tunic on the floor. At least it seemed he'd taken his necklace and… and the fur he kept on his bed? How had he wriggled it out from below him?

That didn't actually matter, at least not in the moment. What mattered was that his thrall had decided to sneak away so they wouldn't have to see each other break and that wasn't fair. It wasn't just his choice. The chieftain growled as he pushed himself out of bed and found his clothes. He'd chase the fae down if he had to, he couldn't just run away and leave him without a farewell. For all the pain that welled in his chest that felt the worst. He wanted every moment he could get with his boy, he didn't care how much it destroyed him to watch him walk away. He could find him. He had to.

-An hour before-

Dom felt terrible sneaking out from his master's bed but he knew it was the only way they could truly part and do as they were supposed to, but the moment he was out the door he froze. The enemy clan was racing around about something, everyone was out in droves and it sent a wave of fear through him but… he had to leave. He could sneak around them all. He just knew it. Besides, they all thought he was a thrall, they wouldn't care what he was doing. He could always just say he was going to clean the fur his leader loved so much. Of course he only made it a few feet before he felt someone step on his second skin from behind him as if it were a fucking rug. A rage burned through him and he turned fast- coming face to face with the woman stealing his future. In the daylight she was still gorgeous but the evil was more evident. She matched her father. He dropped his eyes, trying to treat her as the queen he supposed she would be soon but it raised bile in his throat.

"Where are you going? I hope you're not trying to escape. That wouldn't be kind to your master." She purred and he swallowed his anger.

"No ma'am, I was simply going to wash 'is blanket. I'll be back before ya know it." He tried to keep his voice even instead of screaming at her like he was desperate to. He wouldn't cause more trouble for his lover. He just had to take solace in the fact he could still feel Kol'son's cum dripping down his thighs. He had him first. He had his heart forever.

"Hmm. Don't bother. He won't need that disgusting thing. I mean… when we're married. I don't like it. Just return to your chieftain and tell him daddy has to go home. He'll have to come to us. The rules are still the same but… something came up. Too bad too. He's pretty." Her whiny voice couldn't mask that she knew something she wasn't saying but when he looked up to meet her gaze her eyes were hard. Impenetrable.

Against all the knowledge in his mind telling him he could make everything so much worse he took a step closer, almost ready to fight the bitch stealing his life. He didn't blame her before but he certainly did now. She shouldn't have touched what's his. "I'm guessing you've always been told how beautiful you is, and tha's all you base ya life on. I ain't even gonna promise tha' won't last because maybe it will. But I can promise you- Kol will never look at you the way he does me." It was a simple insult but one he knew would get to her. What he wasn't expecting though was the slap across his face or the way she pushed him to the ground. He sat there, thankful to have fallen on his second skin where he had it wrapped around his shoulders and he took a breath, ready to get his ass kicked. He couldn't get his daidí in even more trouble.

"Excuse me, our chieftain wouldn't like you hurting what's his." He sighed when Aud stepped between them, a broom in her hands as if she'd use it to defend him. He was thankful for her but what he saw next almost took his breath away. Helga and a few of the other bed thralls that had hated him since the day he showed up joined her, standing between him and their soon to be queen.

"I don't think you want to do this girls. I could have you killed." Megna huffed and Liv laughed as she knelt down to help Dom up.

"You could try but you'd be amazed what men would forgive to keep their favorite cunt. Isn't that right Helga?"

The blonde winked, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she stepped even closer to the woman they were protecting him from. "Can you smell daddy on me, my queen? I know what he thinks about your happiness, do you really think he'd give me up for you? I made that man see heaven last night." Dom had never found himself so thankful these women were well trained whores because it truly seemed to make her think twice.

"It doesn't matter anyway. You'll see. This isn't over." She huffed but finally walked away when some of her clan called her near.

Aud came to Dom, the other girls stepping back and giving him pained smiles. Maybe they didn't like that he'd replaced them in Kol's eyes but for better or worse they all loved their leader and they didn't want to see him hurt. The only female friend he'd made besides Inga hugged him tight and the other girls stood guard as they cried silent goodbyes to each other. He couldn't make himself talk and she couldn't seem to either. Somehow they all just knew he was leaving. "Tom's waiting with Modig I think. I'll… gods. Why am I so choked up about a silly little bed thrall?"

Dom couldn't help but laugh and he kissed her cheek, finally making himself let her go. "Love you too Aud. Girls, fank you. I… I 'ope you'll take care of 'im for me." It broke his heart to say but at least he was more okay with the thought of them making love to his mate than that bitch. The devil you know- he supposed. He kissed both her cheeks and tried to bless her future in a way he'd heard about growing up before he turned and ran down the trail to the shore. Any moment his man could wake up and he didn't think he could leave him if he saw his face again.

It didn't take him long to find Tom waiting for him on the path but the hurt he could see etched on his face as well was almost too much. His kin had left his only home and followed Dom because they were like brothers but they'd been without for so long. They'd been wandering. This was the first place they'd found that could be a new home and it was hard for them both to leave it- for maybe a similar reason. Mod was behind the selkie, his eyes filled with tears but Tom's silver ones were just lost. The man didn't cry easily. He felt like he'd interrupted an intimate moment but he didn't know how to leave without making it more awkward. "I'm sorry." He whispered, taking a step back and he gave Modig a gentle nod. He would give them a moment to say their goodbyes before he would say his own to the halfling. Gods he'd miss him. As he started back on his way to the shoreline he heard the madman call out for him.

"Dom wait- I- shit I think I figured it out!"

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Kol was hit with a wave of confusion as he stepped outside his home. The place was quiet in a way it shouldn't be with an extra clan around. It didn't matter though, what was most important was finding his thrall and holding him until the moment they had to part. He might even bend him over his knee like he threatened for this. How dare he take his choice away. He spotted Inga and he raced for her, his heart in his throat as he stopped her from her chores. It was already dusk and he knew they didn't have long. He couldn't handle this. "Have you seen Dom?" He knew his voice was trembling but he couldn't help it. Everything was driving him mad.

"Breathe Feilan. He… I saw him- he went to the water." She sighed after a moment, wishing she could make everything better. She'd been trying so hard to figure out something to fix it all but she didn't think she had much. At least not in the way of proof- if anything she had rumors and fears but perhaps it was too late for anything else. "Kol'son, I need to speak with you. It's about your uncle." She explained, her own nerves putting a shake in her voice. She had always tried to love the man- they were kin after all but Bjørn had taken everything too far for the last time. She just hoped her nephew could believe her and stop what was happening before it got worse.

Kol'son furrowed his brow but shook his head. How could she worry about fucking Bjørn when he was running out of time with his lover? "Later okay? Find me later? I need- I have to- Fuck I swear I'll listen." He vowed before running away from her like he had when he was a child in trouble. She tried to call after him but nothing would stop him now. He had to find his boy. She'd fix it though, she'd figure out a way to fix it. She just had to.

The chieftain made it to the shoreline in record time but he didn't see his love anywhere. He didn't know how long he ran one way and then the other but there was no sign of him. The longer he looked the deeper his heart sank until it was so heavy it weighed him down and his knees buckled, taking him to the ground. "He was like this too. I mean, not as dramatic but… are you going to beg your gods to change fate?" He didn't normally attack his best friend but when he felt a palm on his shoulder he burned with so much anger he grabbed the madman's wrist and flipped him over. All the breath was knocked out of Mod's chest and he glared up at his kin but he didn't fight back. He knew the poor bastard was broken.

Kol scrambled to crawl above him, his heavy hands curling around his brother's neck but he didn't squeeze. "I already fucking did! They don't listen to me! Do they listen to you? You're a seer aren't you? Closer to them? Answer me Mod! How do I fix this?" His voice broke, he'd already screamed at his gods the night before and got no relief. He knew he wouldn't get it from trying to strangle his best friend either but part of him wanted the man to fight back. To hurt him.

Warm hands pulled his wrists until he wasn't choking the halfling but for just a moment the fae was holding him. "I can't fix it. I see… I saw death around him. I thought if he left it would go away and he'd be safe but Kol'son- I saw something else…" He trailed off and the leader knew it was serious. His brother never called him that, he wouldn't use his full name unless it was important.

He blinked the dirt from his eyes and sat back, completely ignoring where he was positioned above the man. They'd wrestled their whole lives, this was nothing new. "What?" He prompted as his friend pushed himself up a little, Mod's hands gently taking his inked forearms again. The guy was obviously terrified to speak.

"I felt life. New- um... new life." Mod tried to say simply but his brother was anything but that. The man was incredible at ignoring things he didn't think he could accept and he knew he'd have to explain better. "I had sensed it around him for a few days. Life and death, as if both were a possibility and I thought it was just… a flip of a coin but when I saw him earlier- the- the life was centered. It wasn't just a possibility anymore."

Kol had thought he was already scared enough, that there was no way he could be more frightened but- "No. You can't mean- it's too soon. Shut the fuck up!" Before he could stop himself he was backhanding the halfling, the man he trusted most in this world besides Dom. Someone pulled him off before he could do more damage and when his gaze cleared he saw two men he barely recognized.

"Stop fighting those you trust most. You know the truth already. We're only here to help." The one with a shaved head said as Kol pulled away and stood, brushing himself clean.

"Who the fuck- wait- you look like Dom." He growled, stepping closer to the dark haired newcomer. His lips and eyes were lined in darkness and he knew without asking who he was facing. The fae who'd been busy this whole time- "Ådam."

"Yes. I don't know what my kin said of me but I've been trying to help fix this since I heard Benji talking to Mod about it. I don't just abandon my family."

Kol'son arched a brow but he didn't say anything. He just hoped the creatures around him had some saving grace. "I'm not related to the forest clan but- these two are and through your family it seems…" Both men looked to Mod with a soft look as if the chieftain wasn't the only one about to get news. "Your aunt was mated to the forest king's sibling. Though he's been lost for many years they still care for her. Through Modig you are connected to them and they wish to help. There aren't as many as there once was but they number enough to help you win this war. As long as you wed the siren and accept the clan as family. They wish for both Mod and Dom to be seen as your equals and if so- they will call you brother. They don't want any part of your land, they just want peace which they'll never have with only humans who wish to steal our magic."

Kol didn't know which part hit hardest, that the man he called brother was truly his kin by blood, that he knew what Dom truly was, or that with the fae he could win the war. Whatever he was about to say was interrupted by a sound behind them from the water. He turned fast, all his blood rushing from shock as he watched a seal he knew he'd seen a million times… open? There was a shine of small lights in the air around it but as it pulled itself on land a- a human stepped out. No, not a human. Tom. Kol'son knew when all of this was said and done he'd pass out from too much information and it didn't get better when his friend- his cousin ran for the man that the seal just birthed but he knew better. The seal hadn't birthed anything. The fae was the animal.

He'd heard stories of different magical creatures all his life that he had trouble believing but all at once he was faced with so much truth. Dom was a seal that he was sure he'd pet before, his sea friend that he treated like a pup and the fur that he had been gifted one day was the only reason the boy had come to him. Gods, the fur he'd wiped cum on more times than he could count was his lover's second skin. But- there were more important things. He was pretty sure.

Tom walked up to him looking grumpy and scared. The first was normal but the second was new. The fae was always pissed off. "Did he find you?" Tom huffed, pulling his fur over his bare shoulder. No wonder they'd both been naked when he met them. Fuck he had to focus.

"Who?"

"Dom you fucking-" The fae took a breath and poked him in the chest. "He went to find you to tell you he was with child. Mod saw it." While Kol knew already there was something terrifying about someone saying it so flat out and he felt his knees go weak.

"No. I… Mod just told me. I didn't see him when I-" The fear in his soul tripled. If Dom had gone back but they didn't pass each other then where was he?

"Chief. You know what else I saw." The seer whispered, even he sounded truly scared. "Would they take him?"

Kol'son wanted to deny it but he knew better. Harald wanted to destroy his happiness and he'd already promised to give Dom to someone else. He'd said he would give them the day but obviously something had changed. So much had changed. Gods it wasn't just his lover he had to find. It was his child. He had a child. He didn't have time to think through his answer, anything had to be better than what was happening and the fae promised he got to keep Dom. "Tell your master yes, my cousin and my mate will be my equals and I would welcome his help to save the next in line. We must save Dom. I… I have to go. Meet me there?"

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Dom had searched the whole village for his lover. He didn't know what they would do to save their people but he couldn't leave without at least telling Kol the truth. His palm dropped and pet over his belly as he wandered past the huts he knew. He knew logically they were still only starting to form but it didn't matter- he couldn't stop touching them. It was his only part of Kol he had left. There were a few rooms he hadn't checked yet and he hoped perhaps he'd find his master either in his parent's room or talking with his uncle. He tried the latter first, and as he stepped through the door the place was exactly as he thought it would be. A drunken bear's hideaway. It was covered in trinkets from fights he'd won- little things that made him feel like a big strong man. What caught his eye most was an armband much like what Kol'son wore around his arm but the letters read something slightly different. He knew from what little he'd learned to read of their language that it was the old chieftain's. It was something Bjørn could obviously possess as a family keepsake but the blood he found on it made him shiver. Was it a way to keep his brother's memory alive or…

"You shouldn't touch what isn't yours boy. My nephew hasn't taught you shit. You like my trophies though?"

Dom startled at the voice behind him and he turned fast but his fur was jerked from his hold. He felt naked in front of the man, clad only in the shift dress around his hips but the Bastard stared at him as if he could see through it. "Trophies?" He couldn't help but ask.

"From my kills. I keep something from every battle I win. I suppose you'll do for my newest, they promised I'll get you." Bjørn grinned down at him and he shivered under the glare, stepping back and trying to get away but the man had his fur.

He couldn't even process the rest of the threat, he was still stuck on something he couldn't understand. "But… tha's your brother's?" He tried for time and the bastard laughed.

"I thought with his wife gone he'd get himself killed sooner. She was an accident of course but… I don't like people telling me 'no', especially women." He paused, giving Dom a once over that turned his stomach. "I had to take care of my brother myself and now his fucking brat. All I ever wanted was to be the ruler here and now I will be. I don't know why that stupid Feilan would pick you over her but now I get you both. They'll kill the first son and with it that whole stupid line, leaving me in charge finally. Thanks to Harald our people won't even think twice." Dom knew he must be absolutely shit faced and so proud of himself if he was spilling so much but at the thought of losing Kol he placed his hands over his stomach protectively. Probably the dumbest thing he could do.

"Please-" He whimpered as he stepped back and tripped over a chest, falling on his ass but he still tried to scramble away.

"Looks like I have one more to snuff out before I get to lead. Too bad, I wanted to take you apart more slowly." The bastard purred, reaching to grab his ankle and tug. In the next moment he pulled so rough Dom's head caught hard against something wooden and sharp and he felt a warm trickle of blood before the room went hot and dark around him. No matter how hard he fought he couldn't stop himself from passing out and the last thing he saw was Bjørn undoing his own pants. "I suppose I can have a little fun first though, see what the fuss is about- siren bitch." And the room went black.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

I know it's a LOT but we're almost done with the Big Bad™️ Just trust me okay? I swear it will get better soon! 🖤☠️

#yungblud #dominic harrison #dom harrison #machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #dom and colson #dom and colson fic #dom x colson #dom x colson fic #yungblud and machine gun kelly #yungblud and machine gun kelly fic #yungblud x machine gun kelly #yungblud x machine gun kelly fic #com #com fics #domson #domson fics #my fics #jinx fics #abo #vikings #fae #viking/selkie abo au #sirens #sa tw #murder #threats #violence #mpreg

[jerzwriter]

Crimes - How I'd like to see it play out... sort of...

This is the only way I can see this freaking story making any sense anymore.

While trying to pass the Heirs Act (don't remember the official name, don't care anymore), Vasili and Bas found out that one of Viktoria's children was illegitimate. They tell Juli, who is recently engaged to Trystan. Bas is still heartbroken over losing her, and, for shits and giggles, Vasili has been secretly in love with Juli this whole time.

They believe the illegitimate heir is Trystan. But Juli wants more proof; she's partially in denial, and partially being protective of Trystan. She becomes less enthusiastic about supporting the Act until she has more answers, and Seb is spiraling. Not only has he lost his love, he's now losing her support on the one thing that matters to him. Vasili knows they need Juli to pull this off, so he's fuming, especially when he realizes that Juli is truly in love with Trystan, his secret arch-nemesis. Tryatan asking Vasili to constantly "cover" for them and Juli so they can sneak off together only adds insult to injury. Not only is he losing her support, not only did she love his younger brother (who he actually cared about), but now she's in love with Trystan. It's all too much for him.

He goes to confront Juli on the ship. Now, I do want to revisit the scene where the hooded character is talking before going to the ship, but I think it was Vasili, and when he confronted Juli, it ended up with her dead. It may have been accidental - a true crime of passion after Juli cruelly informed Vasili she could never love someone like him, nor could she support an act that would put him into power.

Or, perhaps it's deliberate. A calculated move based on the belief that her death would lead to renewed support of the Act from the public. When that didn't work, Bas became the main proponent of the Act, though I think Vasili and Eveline were the puppet masters.

Nadja's a wildcard. I almost feel like her murder wasn't planned. I think the killer could have been waiting for Trystan, and when Nadja showed up, they had no choice but to kill her. That would lead our currently inept detectives to believe the murderer wanted the act squashed, but that's not true. Although their plan was to murder Trystan, that cannot be done now, as it would be too risky. They decided to lay low and use more traditional ways to get the Act passed.

I think Bas had secured the votes. The representative he spoke to was swayed, and victory was near. It was to be a celebratory night when Bas ran into Vasili. He gives his brother the news, but somehow, it's revealed that his brother (and/or mother) were behind Juli and Nadja's murders. He confronts his brother, furious, and tells him the Act has the votes, it will pass, but he will never be king because Bas is turning his ass in. Knowing the crown is now within reach, Vasili murders him.

In the end, I think Trystan will be the illegitimate child. If you're playing with a male Trystan, that seems impossible at the moment, but I think the information about the child being a female is inaccurate and meant to throw Trystan/MC (and us) off the trail. It could also be to prevent Trystan, the popular crown prince, from trying to stop the passage of the Act.

Once the Act is (likely) passed, the news of Trystan's illegitimacy will be revealed, with Vasili next in line. Maksim will step down, and Vasili is slated to be coronated. But finally, MC remembers s/he's a detective and figures it all out with Trystan's help. They are detained (I'm thinking by Lydea - because I think she's in on this). Their life is hanging in the balance as the coronation begins. Of course, they'll get out in the nick of time and save the day.

Who would be the next in line?

If this played out, Trystan would be out because they'd be the queen's illegitimate child. Vasili and Lydea are in jail... who is next in line? Is it Astrid? The idea of Queen Astrid is kind of giving me life at the moment.

After Vasili and Lydea are locked up, Maksim tells Trystan he'll always be his son, and then Trystan and MC hightail it out of that godforsaken country and go back to NY. They regain their ability to be competent detectives and live happily ever after.

OK, this is my submission for how it should all work out. I doubt Pixelberry will give us 1/10th of this.

@choicesbookclub

#crimes of passion #crimes of passion 2 #trystan thorne #vasili thorne #lydea thorne #astrid thorne #sebastyan thorne #playchoices #elsa rambles #my 2 cents #i'm sure pixelberry will not do this and do something REALLY lame

[brigwife]

Children of the Red King, Charlie Bone and the Red Knight: Part Five

i guess rats don't care about incest lol

No story is complete without the obligatory indigenous race of beings who lived in peace until some rude invader(s) turned up and fucked up their shit and enslaved them! Extra points if they are brainwashed into subservience too! Yaaaay!! 🥲💀

Tbh I would react in the exact same manner if I woke up to find people in my house. This is justified.

Yikes - way to give the poor kid a heart attack after everything he's been through 😭😭 (Didn't manage to fit in Tancred's fake moustache but I just want to go on record by saying I LOVED that)

I find it weird that Emma eats chicken, what with the whole bird thing. I would consider it a bit too close to home. Idk, she does just also give me vegetarian vibes.

I want to bang these twos heads together I really do. C O M M U N I C A T I O N. Please learn it.

Not noticing shit because you're thinking about tea is such a mood, tbh. I can't begrudge Charlie that at all.

Also I wanna see the weather reports about this fog. How did they know it was coming? How long did they think it would last? I also love that the inhabitants of this city have dealt with so much bullshit in their lives that they're all just ready to Nope-out at the drop of a hat.

Dagbert's whole arc - it definitely feels like a metaphor for rebirth, or perhaps some kind of personality or identity disorder? Either way, I'm glad he's better 💖

Look at her she's such a butch lesbian queen oh my god 💖💖. And WHY is she "Mrs" Kettle? What happened to her husband? Did she murder him? I hope so. She can't have had a wife because this story takes place even before civil partnerships were legalised here, let alone same-sex marriage.

They're gonna be packed into the bookshop like sardines!

I completely forgot when I was doing my last post that Charlie has a thing for Matila in canon - I was questioning whether he was being set up with Olivia LOL. He's cute with a crush though, I guess.

Oh Emma honey, hand over those rose-tinted glasses. You are whipped, and that's a dangerous way to think. Damn these 12 year-olds.

I love that Eustacia just has a crossbow lying around her house, ready and loaded with bolts. Because of course she does.

LMAO Emma pulling out the "I forgor 💀". She's got her own crush to think about, Charlie.

Tbh while I don't care much for the Charlie/Matilda thing - I DO love stories where people defy destiny and choose their own fates ❤❤

Oh no!! Tbh I might be sadder about Rembrandt having to leave Gloria behind that Charlie having to leave Matilda behind hahahahaha. I'm just too invested in Chabriel.

I do wonder why the Bloors didn't just have Billy killed years ago as that would have solved the inheritance problem. Is that actually explained? I can't remember.

ALICE ANGEL IS A MOTHERFUCKING JEDI?

I was thinking actually that she was giving me Tom Bombadil vibes. Idk, I just feel like they'd get on.

Green? Uh oh. That sounds like someone bad got out of Badlock...

Yay! My boys stayed! Also I cannot unsee this stock photo as them 👮‍♂️👮‍♂️

Dun dun dunn!!!! Well that's a setup for the grand finale! Only one part to go and the journey will be over :'(

#charlie bone #children of the red king #the red knight #cotrk re read

[thekatebridgerton]

I know I said I dislike mermaid aus with passion and I do. BUT a siren au. That one I could totally see.

Because Kate is a gorgeous half fish. I love her. Based on Simone Ashley wonderful images of princess Indira.

Here's a Kanthony siren au

I can totally see Kate as a vindictive siren, from Pirates of the Caribbean. Who has a record of drowning the most men with her siren song. And the sirens around her reef always have a competition on who can kill the most men. One day Kate causes yet another shipwreck, But somehow Anthony survives, because he's either a very good swimmer or is immune to her killer song. Kate tries to kill him again and he just wont drown! Why won't that one stupid handsome human just die!

I'd love to see a siren x human au. Where the lone survivor of the shipwreck she caused keeps stubbornly returning to the reef just to taunt her, like the smug idiot he is and she keeps learning new songs trying to lure him to the water to kill him. But he resists it because he's a stubborn human. Anthony does it for fun because he knows the sea creature hates him, but she also will continue to come to the reef just to try to drown him again. And he kinda gets a perverse sense of satisfaction whenever she has to leave in frustration.

Eventually Anthony realizes she can speak English, and talking to her is actually more fun because the siren can curse worse than a season sailor and he can curse her back. Anthony's life as a Viscount was boring before, now he has a siren who wants to kill him after him. That's exciting.

Kathani thinks the human man is weird. And stupid, and he has no self preservation. Her mother the queen of the seas has humans like those for breakfast. Kathani does too or she used to, back before she became fixated on this one human. And oh turns out he's actually very attracted to her song, he just able to resist her because his mind won't let him leave his 7 siblings and mother to fend for themselves. Well Kate can understand that, she also has siblings, and if she died then her siblings would have to bear more responsibility than they should.

Eventually they start talking to each other, like normal people, Kate doesn't realize when exactly she stops wanting to kill him and Anthony doesn't see when exactly he stopped taunting her with his continued survival.

They become friends sort of. The murderous siren princess and the human Viscount. Anthony never forgets Kate is a monster and Kate never forgets Anthony's kind kill creatures like her. But they slowly grow closer, with every visit to the reef.

Until Kate one day let's it slip that a siren's kiss can make a man breathe underwater. And Anthony is floored at how much he wants to do just that. Not because he wants to breathe underwater, but simply because he wants Kate. Entirely. He truly wants her for himself.

In the end Anthony does kiss her and Kate does try to drown him for it. But she also pulls him under, to her mother's kingdom, to get permission for the human man she loves to be her mate. So with the power of the siren kiss Anthony can remain underwater with her and doesn't have to sacrifice his humanity the way Kate would have to sacrifice her siren nature just to be with him.

In the end Anthony's siblings all build their homes near the sea. Where he visits whenever he can with his siren wife. And tho he has to leave behind his life on land he's glad to do it for Kate.

Bonus: after his first kiss Anthony became increasingly jealous of any other male Kate tried to drown with her siren song. He thought that attempted murder was their thing and he can't believe Kate would just go out and try to murder some who isn't him.

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