#lioness ignored becomes lioness adored

[writingsofwesteros]

Hi can I please request for lioness ignored becomes lioness adored. Maybe cersei catches them or Jaime can't take the little cubs teasing and just takes her all over the keep, maybe in the gardens, plus he calls her little cub. I read every single one and I'm now obsessed. Who ever that annon was needs to come back and give us more ;)

AN: I Hope you like it x

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“The sun does you good.” The quiet that had surrounded the young Lioness was softly broken by a familiar voice. Jaime’s bright eyes couldn’t stray from her as they moved over the silk covered Princess. A subtle smirk began to play on her lips as she locked eyes with the Knight. “I have not seen you in so long, it feels like.”

Jaime only bowed his head; it was obvious he had been trying to keep his distance and he had no answer for her. “Do you not enjoy my company?” She whispered; innocence dripping from her tone even as her eyes glistened in amusement. “Of course, little cub…” Jaime still had his head ducked into his chest as the Princess stepped closer.

A shiver ran down her spine at the nickname. Goosebumps easily rushed over her soft skin as the delicate hand of hers moved to his chest. The gold ring he had gifted to her only moons ago shone in the sunlight. Those golden locks of hers caught his attention next and his fingers twitched to feel their softness once more.  

“I have missed you.” Jaime could only bow his head once more at her words, but she did not allow him to shy away for so long. Gently, her soft hand cupped his chin; her thumb brushing against his cheek in the type of sweetness Jaime had not known in his life. Even from Cersei, he thought to himself - especially from Cersei. 

A gulp escaped him as those green eyes of his looked down once more and the sight of her sweet looking, ample breasts greeted him. Those plump lips of hers moved into a smirk as she lent impossibly closer. Jaime’s hand began to stroke her hip as he became lost in her eyes. “We should not.” The whisper of his words fell from his lips.

“Hmm, and why not?” Her hand slowly moved up his chest as she stepped back; bringing Jaime with her. Like the dog he could be; the knight followed. Thankfully the large trees gave them both shade and privacy. Soon, her arms were wrapped around Jaime’s neck; pulling him impossibly closer as his fight left him. 

The silence only stretched on for a moment before his lips were crashing upon hers. As her arms wrapped around his neck, the Princess smirked. She had everything she wanted in her hold now. There was just one piece of the puzzle to fall into place, she thought to herself as Jaime’s soft lips moved down her neck.

A shiver ran down her spine before a sharp gasp escaped her at the feel of her back hitting the wall behind her. Jaime’s greediness returned with a vengeance as his larger hands slowly moved up and down her sides. The skirts of her dress easily bunching at her waist now as he pressed into her; their so similar coloured eyes locking.

“Please…” Those doe eyes of hers had Jaime nearly giving up as his slender fingers slowly moved up her bare, inner thighs. Goosebumps were soon littered across her skin whilst his smirk only widened some more. His free hand slowly moved up her chest now; the pretty bodice of the dress in his way. Still, Jaime cupped her clothed, perky breast.

His thumb brushed over her pebbled nipple and watched that face of hers begin to screw up in pleasure. Oh, how he could stare at her for eternity, Jaime thought to himself as their bodies touched. His free hand soon made its way under her skirts, much to the Princess’ delight as she arched from the wall. “So wet.” Jaime purred; his voice full of taunting. 

“For me?” The knight whispered; noses brushing together as he fought to hide the desperation in his tone. The insecurity only wrapped around him some more as he thought about his own family. “Always for you.” She whispered into his ear before softly pressing open mouthed kisses down his neck as her body continued to rock in desperate need.

Jaime could only chuckle as he watched her begin to fall apart. His slender fingers were soon soaked with her wetness as he swiped against her clit again and again. “Hmm, that’s it…shhh..” Those bright eyes of his subtle looked around the gardens. The feast the King was hosting thankfully kept any attention from them. 

It seemed the Gods were looking down in favour of them, Jaime began to delude himself into thinking such things as two of his fingers slipped inside her soaked pussy. The obscene noises echoed and caused the sweet pink to brush across her cheeks. “Good girl..always so good.” Jaime whispered the praises he so desperately had wanted to hear himself once upon a time.

A time that was not so long ago, not that he would ever admit to such a thing. It seemed the Princess could read him just as good as she leaned closer. “I love you.” Jaime only grunted in reply before passionately capturing her soft, pouting lips. Her eyes rolled as the thrusting of his fingers only quickened. The palm of his hand easily hit her clit again and again.

Their tongues danced as Jaime pushed her against the wall some more. The soft sleeves of her dress began to fall. Those thick, bright locks of hers were soon in his fist as the kiss only grew in passion. Their eyes fell shut as the Princess delicately locked one of her legs around him, keeping Jaime impossibly close as ever.

A sharp gasp escaped her as a third finger of his pushed in; curling expertly against her soft spot that had the Princess gushing. She softly began to pant as she rested her head back against the wall with their eyes locked. Jaime gave her no rest from her high as the feel of his fat, mushroom head brushed between her soaked lips.

“Oh…oh!” He began to tap against her clit as her eyes rolled. His own grunts of pleasure began to make their presence known as he pushed inside. Jaime filled her with ease as his free hand slowly moved to her stomach and began to press. The act had her squealing but soon those sounds were muffled by his cum soaked fingers in her mouth.

Fuck, he was not going to last long, Jaime thought to himself whilst tugging on the dress. Her sweet, pretty breasts bounced freely and his cock twitched inside her at the mere sight. “Please…” She was breathless and looking at him under those eyelashes of hers and soon his hips began to rock; pushing his cock deeper.

Jaime lifted her up; both her legs now wrapped around his waist as he used the wall as leverage. His thrusts only quickened; the sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoed as her hands reached for his hair to hold onto. His hot mouth leaned in and captured her pretty, pebbled nipples and began to suck.

His eyes never left hers whilst his stomach began to tighten. They did not have enough time for him to savour such moments. His fat head pushed against her spot with ease and caused her to cry out. “Shh, fucking little slut…” Jaime pounded away. “Do you want everyone to hear you?” Any words of a retort she had were lost to her as the intense pleasure built. 

Jaime groaned and rested his head against hers before looking down. A ring of cream had formed around his thick length and only a thrust or two later had the Princess squirting around him. “Fuck!” He buried deep; her sweet, tight pussy clamped down and began to milk him. His cum flooded her as his fat cock twitched. 

Her hands slowly moved up and down his sides as they fought to relax their pounding hearts. Slowly, Jaime stepped back; his cock falling from her and she could feel his cum running down her inner thighs now. He only smirked and his hand slowly moved up and down his length. “Get on your knees and clean me.”

#lioness ignored becomes lioness adored #request #jaime lannister x reader #game of thrones fanfic

[ac3may]

“ the wag diaries ”

How You Met

~ Millie Bright ~

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• for the first time since you were sixteen you were single

• and you had anticipated it'd stay that way for at least a year

• but when millie bright walked into your life all the hesitancy in the world couldn't stop the inevitable

• growing up in a single father household in Kingston you had been raised a Chelsea fan

• no matter how much your toxic Brummie boyfriend turned baby daddy turned husband turned ex tried to switch you Villa

• having gone through a recent divorce and sexual awakening you were trying to navigate your new life as a single mum of three

• with inherited new funds and incoming child support your first instinct was to do something spontaneous

• something you never could have before

• with your youngest barely able to hold his head up

• your eldest daughter a football fanatic nonstop talking about the upcoming world cup

• and your middle girl obsessed with all wildlife, and a particular new interest in sea turtles, the answer seemed obvious to you

• hopping online you had one goal and within an afternoon had secured flights to spend the entire summer in australia

• for your family being in australia and not watching the Women’s World Cup would have been a travesty

• so you secured tickets to the first England group game and the final

• within a week of arrival you were all sat in matching jerseys, front row, awaiting the England vs Haiti kick-off

• flags and signs waving in the air ecstatically it was no surprise your littles were noticed

• by the cameras

• but also by the team themselves

• Georgia directed her celebrations first to her family and friends, but secondly to the two young blondes going crazy goalside (aka your daughters)

• after the match all the lionesses made their way around the pitch, spending extra time in the fan section where the four of you collected a number of signatures

• the absolute adoration on the captains face as she caught your eye for the first time was unmissable to her best friend

• Rachel joining her side immediately to distracted and entertain the kids beside you

• having gone through a somewhat recent breakup herself Millie had found herself a bit of a player in recent months

• so when her charm isn't so quick to work with you she falters

• somehow your total oblivion is even more adorably endearing to the older blonde

• it’s not intentional of course, you simply hadn't had enough experience flirting to recognise it

• especially from an International footballer!

• you agree to spend her recovery day with her, knowing just how many irreplaceable memories it'd create for your kids (and maybe you a little too)

• spending the day behind the scenes at australia zoo with the lionesses was more than you could have dreamed

• football for Kolby, animals for Ayla, and twenty-three football players all dotting attention on Lex

• other than exchanging numbers at the end of the day nothing romantic happens that day

• but Millie was unable to ignore her obvious attraction to you

• texts between you becoming increasingly common and tickets to all matches being offered

• it took longer than either would've liked but eventually Millie found a free hour and a teammate willing to babysit

• a sunrise beach walk with coffee in hand was too romantic for even you to ignore the signs of

• somehow you became groupies, discovering the country while following the team to every game

• falling for Millie came surprisingly easily

• watching the way she bonded with your children was heart melting

• and just a glance in your direction had you pinching yourself

• how was this your real life after the shit deal you'd been dealt so far?!

• she felt the same way though, not believing someone like you had walked into her life and xoukd be interested in her

• semi-final celebrations were moments of dreams

• neither of you being found too far away from the other at the after party

• ending the night on the beach, both a little tipsy, laid watching the stars, you finally share your first kiss

• the labels of your relationship not coming at quite as happy a moment

• england had just come second in the world cup and you couldn't be prouder, especially after coming to know the girls personally

• but with captaincy resting on her shoulders Millie couldn’t help but be disappointed in herself, despite her pride team in the as a whole

• finding a quite moment to pull the older girl away from the post-match madness and media you held her as she finally allow the mask to drop

• as you held her crying in your arms you still found her the most beautiful person you'd ever met, you knew you had to make her yours

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And here it is! The first blurb of the Wag diaries!!

Let me know what y’all think! Is it something you think you’ll be interested in??

#millie bright imagine #millie bright x reader #lionesses #chelsea fcw #ace writes stuff #wag diaries #woso x reader

[amunyan]

Unsure if I should put a warning here. Seriously; When I look at the reactions to the chapters of the other story…

So enjoy the last chapter of this one :D Word Count: around 2480 Warnings: smut

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The person she trusts most... (3/3)

With eyes full of desire, Mereoleona steps closer towards you. Pulling you close with a gentle touch, she caresses your cheek before planting a brief but passionate kiss on your lips.

You look at her in complete bewilderment as her lips slowly separate from yours. With flushed cheeks, dipped into a bright red, you stammer something incomprehensible. Not really sure if you read the situation in the right way, when she repeats herself. „I still owed you an answer to your confession back then. Fact is; I've always loved you. Unconditionally. You are the person I trust most after you saved me by taking your own blood as an antidote.“ Mereoleona pauses for a moment and her expression changes. It becomes a little darker, almost sad. „I don't know who did you this wrong... if it was even me unknowingly. But it hurt too much to see you beating yourself up all the time. Forcing you to push yourself beyond your limits in an unhealthy way. To see you full of self-doubt, trying to get stronger.“

„I wanted so much to impress you by being able to face you in mortal combat. It was frustrating that you never took me seriously”, you sigh deeply.

„I would have killed you in an instant,“ she replies in her typical harsh manner. „But you have already impressed me - just not with your fighting skills.“

„I did what?“

„Oh? Now you hear me,“ a bright, cheeky smile appears on her lips and she playfully pet your head before caressing your face again. „Remember? I told you so many times - but you never listened. Stubbornly, you tried to become stronger - ignoring that you already were. Just in a different way...“

„And above all; I think I did all for the wrong reasons... I only realised it when you were gone. Ever since the first time we met, all I ever wanted was to be acknowledged by you. Every time you gave me a sign of approval, I was in denial. I waved away everything that I did as nothing special“.

„There is nothing wrong with trying to become stronger and working on your weaknesses. But…”

She sighs, almost unheard, before expressing her regret: „ Maybe I have been too hard on you. But I have told you so many times, and you have never believed me, that I truly adore you. You did not want to see it.

„I guess we have hurt each other in one way or the other,“ you have to admit with a sad smile. „I also realised that you are not always there to protect me or to boost my low self-esteem.

„Yeah. But now you know that's your job,“ Mereoleona adds, and you nod in agreement and repeat the sentence.

„Good. Now that that's out of the way, let's get on with the fun stuff.“

With an anticipatory grin on her face, the Lioness turns and stretches before beginning to untie the rosy-coloured ribbon around her hips and pulls the jacket off her shoulders. „Come on. You too. Take your clothes off!“

„Wait? What? So fast? I mean, we haven't seen each other for months and... Desire, yes, but... Without a warning and... Although that does look a bit like you...“

Mereoleona's frightening gaze meets yours. She looks at you with a raised eyebrow and a doubtful, sceptical frown as you finish your sentence hesitantly. „Straightforwardness...“

A meaningful smile flickers across her lips before she bursts out laughing: „I was just thinking about a nice bath in the hot springs. But...“

She turns back to you. Her hand slides over your shoulders, closing the distance between you. „But I wouldn't mind pleasuring you right here and now.“

It's not just the sound of her voice so close to your ear that makes you blush. It's also the fact that, almost unnoticed, her hand has moved from your shoulder to your butt. When her hand squeezes it firmly, you can no longer suppress a little squeak.

„Still so shy about it? For the one you wanted so much a moment ago...“ She tenderly bites your earlobe. „But first let's go to the hot springs. Can you hold out until then, or do you want me to come on you right now?“

„Yes,  she nods and takes a sip of her sake. „This hidden place was found by Lady Acier a long time ago. She was my mentor and we often trained together here in the volcano...“ Her eyes gaze absently at the night sky, where the first stars are already twinkling. „It was just the two of us. Not many people dare to come near this volcano.“ Mereoleona pauses again for a moment. Her expression seems almost sad for a moment, before she empties her cup of alcohol. „Sometimes... I really miss her. I always thought my attribute had an advantage over hers, but I was never able to win. I wonder if I could now?“

„It's beautiful out here,“ you comment as you slide your aching body into the warm water next to Mereo. It feels good on your painful limbs and you let out a pleasurable moan.

„ I can't imagine you being week to anyone.“

„But that's the way it is. I also had to start somewhere, “she says with a grin. „And I also had to learn that strength is not only about your physical abilities. But enough of me now. Tell me more about your training!“

You smile back, a little awkwardly, and start to talk about your last few months of exercise. Full of setbacks, but also a little bit of hope as your skills slowly improved and you were able to develop a strategy around your strengths. „When I realised that I could use the ability to create the scent of herbs and poisons to my advantage, I suddenly knew where to start. I am physically weak, but creating an odour to weaken my opponent is my only chance of getting the upper hand. So I expanded my collection of herbs and tried to get in better shape and build up my stamina. But now I know, and today's fight showed me, that I still have a long way to go. „

Mereo slaps you playfully on the shoulder. „That's the kind of fighting spirit I like to see. „

Awkwardly, you rub your upper arm and look at her affectionately as she wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you closer. Her other hand brushes a strand of hair away from your face before bringing it to your neck. Her lips touch yours in a tender kiss - unusual for Mereoleona's wild ways, which she always seems to copy from real lions.

„Promise me one thing,“ she whispers against your lips, her eyes still closed. „This time, your self-doubt is over. Please. Once and for all. You are so much more, (Y/N). “

You nod silently and lean into her for another kiss. More passionate than the last. Your tongue slides through her mouth, caressing hers softly but full of desire.

„I see, “ Mereoleona grins. „You really can't wait any longer, sweetheart. “

Her fingers, which had been resting on your neck, slowly move down, gently stroking your back as she leaves a trail of small bite marks on your neck and shoulders with her lips before pulling you onto her lap.

Your hands also wander up and down her back, stroking it tenderly with your fingertips before you wrap your arms around her neck.

„It's a good thing we're already naked, “she comments, „otherwise I'd have had to rip your clothes off. “  

„ Also that needy? “

„Are you surprised? I've missed you too, you know...“

Her other hand caressed your butt before sliding between your legs from behind, knowing you like to be teased in that sensitive area. You lift your hips a little to give her better access to your perineum as she pauses for a heartbeat. „Oh? That wet already? “ She asks with a smirk before continuing more slowly but more intensely. She even slides a finger inside your vagina. „I can feel it even under water. And I haven't even started yet“.

A small moan leaves your mouth and you bite your lower lips. Your fingertips clench tighter, roughening the bare skin of her back. Getting her blood pumping too as you leave your marks. You can tell by the sound, similar to a lion's purr, that Mereoleona still likes to be roughly touched. She also enjoys the fact that just a few touches from her can make you so aroused, even though she likes challenges. But she knows too well that, all thought you get turned on this easily, to satisfy you is an whole other story. She loves teasing you. She loves to touch you and push you to your limits. Both on the battlefield and during lovemaking. And you love the sensations she brings to your body.

„Come on, you know I can make you feel even better..., “the lioness promises as you sit between her legs, pulling your chin up.

„Turn around, “she commands you. Despite liking the way she touches you at the moment and the way your nipples rub against her in this position, you do as she asks. But not without letting out a slight groan as Mereoleona pulls you into an intimate embrace.

With your head tilted back, resting on her shoulder to return her greedy kisses, her hands, which first pulled you into a quick, innocent embrace, now turn to your breasts. The touches she gives them are no longer so innocent. She teases your already hardened nipples, letting herself be carried away by lust so that the squeezes become stronger with each touch.

You moan softly and let go of her lips as your left fingers cling lightly to her shoulders. The other goes to her thighs. Lightly, but deep enough to leave your marks. The desire to touch her too swells inside you. So your hand finds its way back to her bottom. But not properly.

„That's not fair,“ you complain groaning, „I want to touch you too.”

„Later... Let me take care of you first.” She plants a few fleeting kisses on your shoulders and lets one of her hands slide slowly down your silhouette into the warm water. The other remains stubbornly on your breasts, teasing and caressing your sensitive nipples.

Her right hand moves to your vulva, massaging your inner lips and clitoris before sliding three of her fingers inside you.

„You're getting so tight down here, (Y/N). Come on - open up for me,“ she whispers into your ear, biting your earlobe gently. You allow yourself to sink into her embrace. Taking in all the sensation she is giving your body. Whine out loudly.

„Good girl.”

It's not just the thrill she gives you with her fingers filling and touching every inch of your insides, making you scream louder with each rapid heartbeat, but also her hot breath so close to your ear, the intimate embrace, her long lost but still loved scent of cinnamon and hot spices, but above all the warm  water makes the feeling strange but excitingly intense. Your hips move forward, moving to the same rhythm as Mereoleona's fingers. You just can't get enough of her. Her movements speed up. Bringing you closer to release.

„Mereo...”, you cry. „Please... Let me finally come...“

Mereoleona stops briefly.

„Damn... You move way too much. I can't wait any longer.“

„Mereo?!“

Before you can react, she has pulled you out of the water and is pressing your back against the warm ground.

„I want to feel you too,“ she explains, spreading your legs again. „Can you hold on a little longer?“

Her face comes closer to yours and she leans her forehead against yours.

„Not really,“ you answer, tangling your fingers in her hair, „You know how much I want to do this to you too. So...“

You take the opportunity when Mereoleona gives you a confused look to push her down and take the dominant role.

„You know I want to make love to you too. So please - let me. “

The tips of your fingers stroke gently over Mereoleona's damp skin, teasing her nipples before you bend down to lick her breast, your lips finding their way to give them a greedy suck. Let her moan softly, like a snarling cat of prey.

Your hands go deeper, slowly parting her legs so your tongue can lick over her private parts, tasting her sweet nectar.

„I see - you are so wet already, “ you say with a soft smile on your lips, leaking provocatively over your upper lip. „Still so sweet - no one would expect you to be so delicious down there. “

You lower your head again and push your wet muscle into her. You slowly bring her to the edge. Enjoying the feel of her body shaking under your touch and the movements of your tongue. Enjoying her loud moans as her fingers tangle in your hair.

„You are too good. But this isn't what I had in mind when I pulled you out of the water...“

She pushes herself up on her forearms and leans over to you. Her fingers grab your chin and pull you up. Without saying a word, she kisses you hard on the lips before taking the control again. She forces you back down onto the hard but warm floor. Then she lifts one of your legs before slowly pressing her vulva against yours. A warm shiver runs down your spine and you bend your head. Give in to the sensation. You open your mouth to let out a loud sigh that Mereo smothers with a passionate kiss.

Her movements become faster and fiercer again, like a starving lioness. Wanting to feel her more, you move your hips too.

Breathing heavily, she lies down beside you. She puts an arm around your shoulders and plants a kiss on the top of your head.

The movements of Mereoleona, who loves you like a wild animal, accelerate. Increasingly excited by the feeling of naked skin against naked skin. Feeling her most intimate place against yours after such a long time...

„You've really challenged me every time we do this, ‘(Y/N),“ she says exhausted but with a smile on her lips.

„You too, Mereo,“ you reply with a tired chuckle.

„Did I tell you that my younger brother is awake again? I'm no longer the official captain of our squad.  So...“ A thoughtful look crosses her face and she looks at you with expectant eyes. „We could train here together more often, if you like.“ „Or just look at the stars,“ you add with a tired groan, snuggling up to her and planting a soft kiss on her lips before gazing up at the star-filled night sky.

#black clover #creative wrting #x reader #mereoleona vermillion #x fem!reader #i dont know what i am doing #black clover smut #mereoleona x reader

[agapemastiffs]

Queens of the Roof of the World: A Look at Tibetan Mastiff Females and Their Adorable Floofballs

So, you're considering welcoming a Tibetan Mastiff into your life? Buckle up, because you're not just getting a dog, you're adopting a living legend – a descendant of ancient guardians with an independent spirit, a loyalty fiercer than the Himalayan winds, and enough fur to knit a winter coat for a yeti (okay, maybe a slight exaggeration, but you get the picture). But here's the question – are you Team Male Tibetan Mastiff or Team Female Tibetan Mastiff? This article will delve into the world of the Tibetan Mastiff female, exploring her unique personality traits and how they translate to both adulthood and puppyhood.

The Tibetan Mastiff Matriarch: Fiercely Loyal with a Side of Independence

Female Tibetan Mastiffs are known for their intelligence, independence, and unwavering loyalty. They're not your average lapdogs – they're more like living lionesses with a regal air and a protective instinct that runs deeper than the Himalayas themselves. Don't mistake their independence for aloofness – they crave a strong, consistent leader (that's you!). Early socialization and training are crucial to building a trusting bond with your Tibetan Mastiff matriarch. Once that bond is established, you'll gain a fiercely loyal companion who will happily guard your home with the watchful gaze of a mountain sentinel.

The Guardian Angel (with Selective Hearing)

These ladies are bred for guarding, and their protective instincts are legendary. They'll bark with the booming voice of a Tibetan foghorn at anything suspicious, whether it's a rogue yak or a delivery person just trying to do their job. While their impressive bark is enough to deter most, continued socialization is key. Dog parks, walks in different neighborhoods, and introducing them to new people will ensure their guard dog tendencies don't morph into over-protectiveness. However, remember that independent streak? Don't be surprised if they decide to guard the house in their own unique way, which might involve ignoring your frantic calls to come inside when a suspicious squirrel appears (because let's face it, squirrels are clearly a potential threat to national security in a Mastiff's mind).

Myth Busting: The (Relatively) Manageable Floof

Compared to their male counterparts, female Tibetan Mastiffs are generally considered slightly smaller and less prone to excessive shedding (although "less" is a relative term when it comes to these furry giants). Sure, there will be tumbleweeds of fur rolling around your house on a regular basis, and brushing sessions will become a weekly ritual, but it's nowhere near the furpocalypse you might encounter with a Chow Chow. Think of it as a built-in winter coat for both you and your furniture (and a constant reminder to keep a heavy-duty vacuum cleaner handy).

The Upkeep of a Mountain Guardian: Exercise, Training, and Lots of Love

Taking care of a female Tibetan Mastiff requires dedication (and a strong back). These active pups (well, active for their size) need plenty of exercise – walks, playtime, and activities that challenge their minds. A bored Mastiff is a recipe for destructive chewing and excessive barking. Think of them as royalty with a working-class spirit and a need for moderate exercise with plenty of mental stimulation, and you'll be on the right track. Positive reinforcement training is key, as they respond best to praise, treats, and patience.

The Adorable Floofball Brigade: A Blizzard of Cuteness with Sharp Teeth

Now, let's talk about those irresistible Tibetan Mastiff puppies! Both male and female pups are bundles of cuteness with a tendency to trip over their oversized paws and leave muddy paw prints the size of dinner plates. However, the female Tibetan Mastiff puppy might be slightly less boisterous than their male counterparts. They'll still wrestle with their siblings and explore their world with boundless enthusiasm, but they might be a touch more receptive to training from the get-go (although stubbornness can certainly bloom early on in both genders).

Living the High Life (Without the Altitude)

Living with a female Tibetan Mastiff is certainly an adventure. They'll turn heads wherever they go, you'll constantly answer questions about their ancient lineage (prepare to educate the masses about these incredible mountain guardians!), and be prepared for the occasional "OMG, is that a bear?!" (Let's just spread awareness about these magnificent Molosser dogs). But through the occasional drool puddle, the enthusiastic greetings that leave you slightly windblown, and the never-ending battle against fur tumbleweeds, you'll gain a loyal, loving companion who will enrich your life in ways you never imagined.

A Commitment for Life

Tibetan Mastiffs, both male and female, have a lifespan of 10-12 years. That's a long time, so make sure you're prepared for the commitment before bringing one home. Consider your lifestyle – do you have the time and space for a large, active dog with a mind of its own? Are you prepared for the regular grooming, training, and potential stubbornness that comes with the territory?

Conclusion: A Love as High as the Mountains

If you can answer those questions with a resounding "yes," then a female Tibetan Mastiff might just be your perfect match. These gentle giants, with their independent spirit and unwavering loyalty, will become an integral part of your family. They'll be your loyal shadow on hikes, your cuddly companion on movie nights, and your fierce protector (with a side of selective hearing) 24/7.

So, if you're looking for a canine companion who will be your loyal guardian, your walking fur monster (with a side of drool), and a constant source of amusement (because let's face it, watching a giant floof navigate the world is endlessly entertaining), then a female Tibetan Mastiff might just be your perfect queen of the castle (or couch, or wherever she decides to claim as her throne). 

Just remember, with great cuteness comes great responsibility (and a never-ending supply of drool rags, lint rollers, and toys built to withstand the power of a gentle giant's chew). But trust us, the love, laughter, and companionship a Tibetan Mastiff brings are more than worth the extra effort. Welcome your future queen to the home – she's ready to reign over your heart with a quiet dignity and a love as enduring as the Himalayas themselves.

A Watchful Protector: For The Progression Of The Ages

Mastiffs, gentle giants with ancient roots, come in various breeds. Loyal guardians with calm temperaments, they require ample space, training, and experienced owners due to their size and strength. Though some breeds have wrinkles, all Mastiffs offer a lifetime of devotion.

#mastiffs #tibetan mastiff #tibetan mastiff puppies #tibetan mastiff female

[viridianllamasinthesilentspace]

Sorting “Legally Blonde: the Musical”

“Legally Blonde: the Musical” is a delightful, well-structured, imperfect and well worth it romp (available on YouTube—ahem, ahem. Do you have a few hours for female friendships, an attack on internalized misogyny, and musical law school?). Kaden and I adore it, and so we cobbled out a Sorting, because that’s what we do with things we adore.

Emmett Forest is a Slytherin Primary. His song “Chip on Your Shoulder” is stuck happily on our Slytherin playlist. When Elle suggests in the song that dedicating his life to work and advancement to “buy [his] mom that great big house on the Cape” is “nice”, Emmett scoffs: “No, that’s the chip on my shoulder.” This isn’t kindness or debt; this is his morality system: the people he cares about.

And as he comes to care more and more about Elle herself over the course of the story, we see the fairly common phenomenon of a Slytherin gathering up a Hufflepuff and staring lovingly at her as she does neat things.

We were torn on whether he was a Ravenclaw Secondary or a Hufflepuff. He doesn’t build communities, as is a common indicator of the Puff Secondary, but the way he shows care for Elle is by spending time and effort helping and tutoring her. His repeated advice to Elle is to work harder (“No, what you need to do is get to work!”) and never quit (“We can’t win if we don’t follow through!”); a Hufflepuff Secondary’s integrity of work.

“I got through law school by busting my ass.”

“With the chance I’ve been given, I’m gonna be driven as hell! I can’t take the day off; I just think of the pay-off.” “There’s no way around it; you’ve just gotta plow through—”

—Emmett’s Hufflepuff Secondary, completely ignoring the community-building and just sticking to the hard-work ethic.

Despite a lack of community, that dedication to nose-to-the-grindstone hints strongly at a Puff Secondary.

Vivian is a Ravenclaw/Ravenclaw with a nice, healthy Slytherin model. When it turns out Warner is a useless douche, she leaves him and decides instead to throw her weight in behind Elle: “But when I’m wrong, then I say I was wrong; and I was wrong about you.” This is about right, about things being proven good and powerful, not about love. She, after all, “does not bond.”

Her planning and prep (pointing out governors’ neighbors, and so on, to befriend) is the controlled and forward-thinking skill of a sharp Ravenclaw Secondary, funneled through the people-based success, ambition, and social manipulation of a Slytherin Secondary model.

Paulette is a Gryffindor Primary, who reacts intuitively and follows her gut—from wise choices like befriending Elle to less-wise ones like staying with her ex because of his name. Her Secondary? I think Hufflepuff—but as the opposite of Emmett, who falls hard on the “work ethic” side of the House spectrum, Paulette embodies its potential for warmth and even-handedness.

Elle herself is a Hufflepuff Primary, who loves and empathizes with all she comes across, with a Gryffindor Secondary that charges, leads, inspires, and changes the world around her. Her drive and clear genuineness are what get her into Harvard; what gives her the support and backing of her sorority; and what wins over the people in her path like Emmet, Paulette, Vivian, and Brooke.

It’s like Katniss Everdeen or Alanna the Lioness: the genuineness of a good Gryffindor Secondary makes people want to believe in you. Like Vivian says in the finale: “‘To thine own self be true…’ I believe this wise statement best applies to a woman, a blond woman. Over the last three years, she taught me—and showed us all—that being true to yourself never goes out of style.”

TL;DR

Emmett is a Slytherin Primary/Hufflepuff Secondary with a nice Ravenclaw model he uses to push himself through law school. He’s driven, ambitious, and deeply devoted to his few people, and his Puff work ethic keeps his nose to the grindstone like it’s a moral mandate.

Vivian is a deeply ambitious Ravenclaw/Ravenclaw who drops Warner as soon as it becomes the logical choice.

Paulette is a warm, self-doubting, intuitively moral Gryffindor/Hufflepuff, who finds Elle’s Huffledor inspiring and supportive.

Elle is a Hufflepuff/Gryffindor. Warm and empathetic to all, she gets things done by charging and believing in herself against all odds. The support of her community is invaluable to her Puff, and conveniently also something her Gryffindor Secondary excels in achieving and maintaining.

#shc repost #not my sorting

[malereader-inserts]

To Serve Our King and Queen

Fandom: Game of Thrones Pairing: Daenerys Targeryen x Baratheon!Reader, Sansa Stark x Baratheon!Reader Summary: A story of heart break, love and heart break again. Word Count:  2,407 Request:  Hey can u do a Daenerys x Baratheon reader where he is the son of cersei and Robert the true son. He used to be In love with Sansa but she wanted Joffrey so she break his heart. Reader leaves king’s landing with tyrion and meet Daenerys where both fall In love with each other. Later Sansa sees the reader with dany and Jon when they arrive to the north. Sansa is being disrespectful towards dany and reader put Sansa in her place and tells her to not talk to his WIFE like that ever again please. A/n: I changed it a bit, I wish it was a little bitter but oh well. 

Cersei and Robert were married before he even became king, Tywin had faith that the Baratheon would overrule the Mad King. It was the start of the downfall of their marriage, the sex was lousy, but it got the lioness pregnant. You were a beautiful babe that Cersei had fallen in love with your looks.

You were a year old when your father overthrows the throne and becomes king of the seven kingdoms. You had a somewhat happy childhood, you were spoilt by your father more than your younger brother - Joffery. Whilst your mother somewhat loved you, you knew that she loved her golden crown children more than you, you had a suspicion about your siblings, they look too much of your uncle Jaime than your father, which was known that Baratheon seed was strong.

So, you were more of a father’s boy than your mother’s. At a young age, you were trained hard, went through advisers and teachers - teaching your expanding knowledge, your father demanded that you were to start off young in training to be king, making sure you know how to fight and be a respected knight just like your father. When you were growing up, you were told tales from your uncle Tyrion, who adored you because he could hold an intellectual conversation with you.

As you grew up, often at times you went with your father to go on hunting, even met with your dad’s best friend and his children. You often had playtime with them, being good friends with Robb and Jon, but you were always wanting to be with Sansa, your father laughs that you would marry Sansa when you two were older - Ned would laugh too.

As years gone past, you tried to ignore your father’s debauchery and your mother’s ever growing hatred towards you. You grew up to be a fine young man, despite being the son of two fucked up people, you were a loved prince - charming, caring and a fighter. You were too familiar with your mother’s manipulation that you were just as smart as her in playing games.

Tywin saw your potential to rule. The people will love you, they already do, because you weren’t fake but you knew when to stand your ground. You weren’t going to be pushed around, you knew your worth to that throne and you will be king whether your mother likes it or not. 

You knew what you wanted but sometimes that’s not how it works out.

You wanted Sansa as a bride, when you arrived at Winterfell after so many years later, you saw how beautiful Sansa was. But, you could see how she was ogling on your brother Joffery, you scoffed - he’s not that big of a deal. 

“Sansa be wise, pick (Y/n),” Robb says in their little family circle after being dismissed in greeting the king, “Jon and I know him better than you, and he’s a delight.”

“But, he’s not Joffery.”

Arya snorted, “Of course, you would want a little prat than an actual prince.”

“Joffery is a prince,” Sansa argued, “He’s handsome and I love him.”

“You barely know the boy,” Robb says with concern on his voice, “How do you even know if you love him?”

You tried winning Sansa’s heart, but before you left Winterfell, Sansa had pulled you aside, you had a little bit of hope but you had seen how she was all over your brother and was by his side every opportunity she could get.

You got your heartbroken by her, she was honest and you were thankful for that, but it hurt your heart. Sure, the two of you were still young, feelings can change like the wind and nothing is certain in the future. 

When you arrived home, you talked to your dad about it and for once, he got serious - talking about that even if you were rejected you should always try to pursue her. He then laughed it off saying Baratheon men don’t have much luck with Stark ladies, but you could see in the pain in his father’s eyes as he remembers Lyanna Stark. 

When your father died there were talks about who will inherit the throne, Cersei was quick on her game to get Joffery on the throne, you were livid. There was a screaming match between you and your mother in front of the small council before venomously bidding her hell. It was Varys, who started to tell you to leave because there were talks of your mother that she was going to hire people to kill you. 

You couldn’t risk that, so you took a route down to the deepest part of Kings landing, keeping yourself out of sight, picking up a stray sword that caught your eye.

That’s your story really.

Anyone back home would believe that you were killed or dead, and suffered in the rule of Joffery Baratheon. People called your the lost prince of hope, their last strand of hope.

Tyrion did not expect to see you alive and by Daenarys side when he entered Esso, running away with the potential of execution on his head. When he saw you, it had been a few years that had past, you were a lot different. 

Your hair was longer, you had grown more muscle mass, must of because you trained with Greyworm. You stood up straighter as if you had a purpose, but you looked happier. What your uncle did not expect was to look at the silver haired woman with such love.

It was a familiar look that he had seen, it was the same look you used to stare at Sansa with. But, to Tyrion’s surprised the look with returned. When you weren’t paying attention or was looking away, Daenerys would give you the same look of love. Tyrion asked Barristan, who laughs and nods.

“Those two? In love like any other teenagers!” He laughs, shaking his head, “They’re betrothed to each other, looking for the perfect time to marry. Daenerys has explicitly said that she wanted no one by her side when she becomes Queen, but learning Ser (Y/n) story, she realised that the two of them have the biggest claim to the throne, rightfully, and on the way, she fell in love with him as did he.”

“Of course,” Tyrion nodded, “I would have liked to see my nephew rule the seven kingdoms, at least he has the birthright unlike Joffery and his siblings.”

“Bastards?” Ser Barristan asked as Tyrion nodded, “Well, that explains the blond hair.”

“I know for the fact that (Y/n) would rule with a good heart, he was trained and he has compassion, he fought any manipulation and lies that were fed to him.”

“Yes,” the knight nods, “I wonder what the people of Westeros would think when they find out a Baratheon could ride a dragon.”

As months past, years past on, Tyrion watched his nephew enjoy his life fighting for what is rightfully his alongside his wife, who loves him as much as he did. There was no one better to rule the Realms other than two great leaders. Tyrion watched how Daenerys freed slaves and took control, Tyrion remembers how you were as a prince. 

“Was there someone you loved before me?” Daenerys asked once, it was on the sail back to Westeros, she could see how excited you were to return home.

You looked at her, “I did, once,” You say, remembering how Dany had disclosed her lovers to you before, “She was fiery, but unlikely you who is made of fire and blood, it was her striking red hair - her name was Sansa Stark.”

“Is she-?”

“My uncle has told me before he had fled that she was alive, but I have no idea where she is now or if she is alive. I’m sure she turned to be a fine young lady.”

Dany raised an eyebrow, “Do tell more.”

“Well, as you know I am of Lannister blood.”

“I am aware,” Dany says distastefully, cringing that you were of blood of the man who murdered her father and you were the son of the man who killed her brother.

“She was more in love with my brother, Joffery. Half-brother because I had my suspicion that he wasn’t of Baratheon blood. You could say he’s pure, like you.”

Dany nods, knowing what you mean, after all, she is in a long line of keeping her blood pure as her relatives were all related one way or another. She hates to think the fact if she were to marry her narcissistic brother, Viserys, whilst both of you acknowledge that you two were distantly related - it was a fact that she was willing to ignore. 

“He was a cunt,” You laughed whilst your wife giggles next to you in bed, “Spoilt and full of himself, I don’t want to imagine what his rule was like, but stories from my uncle it seems to appear as hell.”

“And she picked him over you?” Daenerys asked, raising an eyebrow, “Well, her loss, I think I have a great man before me. A true king.” 

You chuckle, smiling at her lovingly, kissing her forehead, “Shall we sleep, my love?”

“No,” She pouts as you can’t help but find it adorable, “I think you should tell me tales of Westeros, after all, it’s more of your home than it is of mine.”

You weren’t expecting to return to Winterfell, but, it demanded it’s independence, which you thought was outrageous - really. You were reunited with Jon, who greets you with a smile, a joke and good hug - it has been a while since you’ve seen your best friend, glad to see him alive.

You thought that you were going to take over Kings landing, but having to take a detour route to Winterfell to battle in a war of the undead. Although, you get to see your mother before going to the North.

You relish the sight to see her and your uncle Jaime astonished that you were alive and knowing you were going back to claim for the throne. Cersei did not miss how your eyes darken and the glimmer of your sword.

“Mother.”

“Son.”

It was the only interaction you had with her, she refused to come to talk to you, you weren’t surprised - you lacked a mother’s love as you grew up. But, Jaime tried his best to get you to talk to him. You shook off his advances before turning to Jon and Daenerys.

You were surprised to see Sansa, as she was with you. Arya had noticed how she was staring.

“You’re staring, do you have regrets?”

Sansa cleared her throat and stood up straight, “No, he’s just grown.”

“So, have you, perhaps you have a chance at wooing him,” Arya hums looking over to you, talking to Jon with Daenerys by your side, “I can’t deny that he is very handsome.”

You barely got to talk to Sansa when everyone was preparing to war, luckily that your group of people survived the war. But, Missandei was down in the tombs with Sansa and Tyrion where she had heard that Sansa was disrespecting your wife.

Missandei was going to tell her Queen, but rather think other when she sees you walking towards her with a smile - she knew that you were better to handle it. She saw how your jaw locked, no one was going to disrespect your wife.

“Thank you, Missandei, please be with Dany, I’ll sort her out.”

You went to Jon first, who was confused at his cousin after you and Dany told him that he was actually the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna. Jon had his whole heart to support you and Dany’s plan to rule the seven kingdoms, agreeing that despite Winterfell wanting independence, they would struggle.

Sansa was trying to find the right ways to talk to you, perhaps try and mend the relationship. But, when you were looking at her as you stride towards her - she thinks differently. 

Tyrion was in the room, trailing behind you as well as Varys. Jon followed closely behind whilst Arya looked confused, looking at her sister. 

“How dare you disrespect your Queen!” 

No greetings, no smile upon your face, fury on your expression and for once in her life, Sansa no longer recognise the sweet boy from many years ago.

“You should owe her your life after she came to rescue your home! She brought dragons and not once has she spoken about the clear disrespect that you and your people wore. She is not mad like her father at all.”

Tyrion, Varys, Jon and many other people could agree to that, Daenerys was nothing like her father and it was mostly because of you. You were her constant grounding, bringing her to reality and knowing that you will always be by her side. 

“She’s not my Queen!” Sansa snaps back, gritting her teeth, “I don’t think she should be if anything if someone was to take the throne it should be you! It’s been rightfully yours since your father died.”

“It is my throne,” You sneered as Sansa stops upon hearing your words, “You’re not only disrespecting your queen, you are disrespecting my wife.”

Wife.

Her hearts shatter, she wonders is that how you felt when she had rejected you. Your eyes were cold, your stance was stiff and the lost Valyrian sword matches it’s current owner - you. It reflected who you were, shiny and attractive, but can cut so deeply - it was hard to recover from it’s inflicted wounds.

“You shall never bad mouth the throne, you hear me?” You pressed on, your tone turning stern that she reluctantly nods, “Don’t test me, Stark.” 

With that, you turn on your heel and leave the room, leaving the occupants confused and somewhat terrified. 

“Well...” Arya breaks the silence, “Sansa?”

Her heart was broken, she thought this time she could find love. She was never Joffery’s, she refuses to be claimed by Ramsey and she lost Theon. But, she could not let a man ruin her thoughts, putting up a wall as she looks away from where you last were.

“I believe we all have a meeting on how we will accompany our King and Queen to the throne.”

She dreads to see you because she knows when she arrives - you will look at Daenerys with love and it’ll be returned. 

#daenerys targeryan #daenerys targeryan imagine #daenerys targeryan x male reader #sansa stark imagine #sansa stark x male reader #Sansa Stark #x male reader #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #game of throne x male reader

[winterspiderlover2704]

Just worked on this don’t know if it’s good but you know I’m kinda proud of it

Cedric was not one that could be angered easily. But tonight, he had nearly blew a gasket. When he had asked Cho Chang to be his date it was more of a ploy to try and get over his first ( and only) love... and to maybe get her a little jealous. But the tables were turned as soon as he saw who Viktor Krum had brought as his date. Viktor had brought Harriet Potter ( love of Cedric’s life) as his date with a smug smirk on his face when looking at Cedric. It took everything in Cedric not to demand answers from Krum and even more to not abandon Cho in favor of stealing Harriet. After glaring and hoping a hole would burn into Krum’s head, he turned his head slightly to take in Harriet’s appearance. She was naturally beautiful and did not care for makeup and other girly things. But seeing her dressed up for the Yule Ball absolutely took his breath away. She was dressed in emerald green gown that had made Slytherin girls green with envy and Slytherin boys drool and trip over themselves.

Gorgeous, could not begin to describe how she looked. One would wonder if Harriet had Veela lineage. Seeing her so beautiful but for another man made Cedric feel something twist painfully in his stomach and boil his blood. Through out the night he had made sure that Krum had made no advancements on his lioness. He hardly made an effort to pay attention to Cho. If he had he would of noticed her scowling at Harriet and trying to divert his attention back to her.

Viktor’s POV

It was quite amusing to see the foolish badger looking territorial. I had asked Harriet to the ball after finding her crying in a library secluded table. After coming to this foolish school, I could find that many of it’s residents were just downright frustrating to deal with. However, I had met Harriet and her friends. Her lot and her knew that I was just another person, so we had become quick friends. Harriet is the sister I always wanted so, seeing cry just made me so furious with Diggory. After the fist task a lot of people had begun to see that my darling little sister did not willingly enter her name but Diggory was still hesitant to come and apologize to her. She looked so sad that he had asked another girl to the ball that I just had to do something. Not to mention this was the perfect way to keep all unworthy boys away from my precious sister. After all despite what my sister thinks she is actually very desired through out the school. I was pulled out of my musings when I felt someone staring at me. I turned around to see stormy gray eyes of my fellow champion. I wanted to mess with him a little so I did what would probably rile any guy up. I put my arm around my honorary sister’s waist and whispered in her ear.

“ I would rather be playing some quidditch with you instead of this boring ball, after all you are probably the only one that could match my skill here.”, I saw from the corner of my eye Diggory tensing up and looked like he was going to stomp his way towards us If he hadn’t been held back by that infuriating girl, Cho Chang.

“ Same, I would rather be flying through the air than having my feet on my ground.”, Harriet had whispered back to me with a beaming smile on her face. That smile alone caused my heart to melt at how adorable she is. And from my field of vision it looked like I wasn’t the only one affected. Boys all over the hall were getting slapped upside their head for staring at Harriet. But the best reaction was Diggory‘s he looked absolutely transfixed on Harriet that he didn’t notice Cho huff at him with frustrated tears in her eyes. Ah, it is always a pleasure in giving people a taste of their own medicine.

Cedric’s POV:

It hurt so much to see her smile like that to another man. Despite being Hufflepuff’s poster boy, I am still a man ( that happens to be a little possessive when it comes to my lioness). I know I broke up with Harriet but I wasn’t thinking clearly and was hurt when I heard all the rumors going around school. I should have known better but I wanted this chance to prove that I was good enough to be her first and only boyfriend. But seeing her so friendly with the Viktor Krum made me wonder if I was really worth being her only boyfriend — no, I refuse. I am going to prove that I am worthy of loving her. I just need to prove to her that she is the only one for me and that I would only ever truly love her. But I already messed up by bring Cho, maybe I could just leave early and tell Cho that we should just be friends. Hufflepuff reputation of being kind aside, I just wanted my fierce lioness back and hopefully she still wants her ridiculous badger. I turned to face Cho to get it over with because a second more of seeing Krum whispering and giggling with my lioness is starting to cause me to see red and not the good kind like Harriet’s quidditch uniform. As I turned to look at Cho for the fist time since I saw Harriet enter the hallway on Krum’s arm and I see a weird look in her eye, better get this over with, NOW.

Cho’s POV:

Cedric was finally looking at ME. Not that glorified Potter. I don’t get why all the boys seem to be fawning over her. She was pretty sure but usually Potter doesn’t even care to look presentable during school. Unlike me, in which I make sure that I look nothing less than 110%. So when Cedric took his eyes off his horrendous ex, I couldn’t contain my excitement.

“Hey... um... “, why was he being so awkward? Was he going to apologize for ignoring me or maybe even better ask me to be his new girlfriend, I know I would be much better at it than Potter.

Oh! I can already see our future together the wedding, the house and even our-

“I’m going to turn in Cho, I’m pretty tired. Thanks for being such a good friend —“. I couldn’t process anything my dear Cedric said after that.

He wasn’t going to ask me out?! But why?!?! I am literally the most perfect girl for him! It MUST be because he was still under that chit Potter lover spell. Oh my poor Cedric! Don’t worry darling, I will be there when you finally realize that I am truly the one for you. I looked up to see Cedric had an expected face, he was waiting for my response.

“ Don’t worry Cedric you just go back to your dorm and get some rest. Merlin knows you deserve it.” I said with a forced smile on my face. I watched him with concentrated eyes as he walked back to his dorm. Blasted Potter was still on Krum’s arm acting so innocent, if she’s innocent then Snape actually loves Gryffindor.

Draco’s POV:

Blasted Krum, how dare he just show up to my school and think he can have anybody he wants. Potter should be on my arm showing her how much better than Diggory I was. But instead she’s on the arm of that brute. She looked absolutely gorgeous and had a lot of the male population’s eyes on her through out the ball, it just made me want to scream and hex said male population for daring to look at her. I wanted to ask her to the ball since I knew Diggory had asked Cho but word got around that Potter had a mystery date and rejecting any and all invites. It had made me burn with rage that I had originally plotted to hex whoever her date was when they finally showed their stupid face. Seeing as her date turned out to be Krum threw my plan out the bloody window. Damned Krum, my father will hear about this.

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[miss-bvnny]

Yet another fan tweaks up TLK 2 and TLG: The Squeakel.

Im bored and in a lil pain. time to jot down all my personal ideas/headcanons for how I'd polish up TLK 2 and TLG to fit with the first movie a bit better, and create something more cohesive since like only about 3 people on the TLK2 and TLG teams paid attention to the first movie. I've seen a lot of hedcanons and AUS and whatnot in my day so I've kinda got a good idea of what i like and what I think might work better. Veteran TLK creators please interact with me and gib feedeback on my sick tricks

Uhhh TW for abuse and cub death

So...while there's TECHNICALLY nothing I'd change about the first movie, as it's pretty much done and solid, I wanted to play with my ideas for Zira's backstory.

YES in my version it'd be a one-sided love, kinda like how DemiiDee on dA and Silver-Wolf-17/@mask-of-prime see it, Scar knew she was obsessed with him since the day she met him as a cub, and took advantage of that. After he became king, he wanted loyal lionesses just in case Sarabi, Nala, Sarafina and the others got wise and rebelled. Zira and her pride sisters were all starving, and he knew that. He welcomed them in, promising food and comfort in return for their loyalty. Zira didn't hesitate to agree, and Scar loved her blind adoration of him. He WOULD have liked it if someone like Sarafina was so blindly in love with him (Scar had a gross unrequited obsessive crush on Sarafina growing up, and he constantly held it against her after she chose to be with Nala's father Mega instead. This is another reason why he was so hard on the hunting parties. He used his position as king to get petty revenge on childhood bullies and the like). Scar decided Zira would be his queen but like...ONLY because Sarafina had already made her choice. Zira didn't care, and knew she'd make Scar proud and produce a lot of wonderful heirs for him, in order to repay him for ''all he'd done for her'' (A very thin and insincere ''all'' if you ask me). So, Zira gets pregnant with who will eventually be Nuka, but...Rafiki takes a look at her and sees she's very weak and will probably only have one cub. Oh well. Let's just hope this one son is a suitable heir in Scar's eyes.

....Well-

Nuka's born. Weak, unfocused, and not at all what Scar wanted or was hoping for. He TRIES to teach Nuka and raise him as an Heir, but...it just doesn't work. Scar believes he was destined for greatness and for a prosperous, strong lineage. Nuka is none of those things, and it seems Zira will never be able to give him another heir (I KNOW the ''This woman can't have kids'' trope is icky but HOLD ON wait until you see where I'm going with this) Scar disowns Nuka and scolds Zira for disappointing him. Zira begs for his forgiveness, and swears on her life she'll find a way to make things worth Scar's while.

During this time, several of the male cubs who were born around the same time as Simba are being exiled. Scar doesn't want any males around to threaten overtaking him, and nips the problem in the bud before it ever becomes an issue. Many pride sister saw him doing this, and while they disagreed with it...it DID offer one bonus: Trustworthy males were leaving for better lands. They could take the new young cubs with them, since none of the sisters wanted their children to be raised in Scar's Pridelands.

Surprisingly, one of these lionesses trying to save her cubs...was Zira. Within the last few months, she'd...began to realize perhaps she was looking at Scar with rose-colored glasses. She was beginning to wonder if perhaps she was wrong to worship him the way she did. The thoughts were still kinda...new, and she wasn't sure what to do. But, during all her confusion, she DID happen to meet another male lion. Mpendwa, (Swahili for ''Honey'') was an old friend from her teenage years who was a wanderer by nature. Zira was VERY happy to see him again, after all these years. She met with him in secret, when Scar and the Hyenas weren't looking, and began to fall in love with him. REAL love. Mutual good love, where he loved her for who she was, and NOT what she could give him. Even Nuka seemed to like him, too! And...by some miracle, Zira and Mpendwa had a secret litter together! Four beautiful, healthy little cubs! It was perfect. SO perfect. Perhaps the problem had lain not in Zira, but in Scar the entire time. It served as more confirmation to Zira that...perhaps she was in the wrong to love him. Mpendwa asked her if she and their four cubs would come with him. Somewhere far and somewhere safe, where they could be happy together. Zira...was hesitant, afraid of disappointing Scar further, and even more afraid to leave her pride sisters behind. They were in this because of her, and...there were so many of them that it'd be impossible to get all of them out without Scar seeing something was up. Nevertheless, she knew she had to think about the future of her cubs, and NOT about Scar. She agreed, and plans were made for Zira and Nuka to meet Mpendwa at the border with her four cubs. In the dead of night, they'd leave using the rest of the evacuating males as a cover so they could make a clean getaway.

....Well...to make a very heartbreaking and gruesome story short...Scar knew about Mpendwa the entire time. And of course he saw Zira was pregnant. He overheard their plains to escape, and prepared accordingly. Mpendwa and three of Zira's cubs were killed as punishment for her disloyalty and attempt at mutiny. He lets her keep the youngest one alive as a reminder of her shortcomings, but ONLY if she'll swear her loyalty to him once more. With nothing else left to do, she swore her allegiance to him, and returned to the Pridelands with only Vitani and Nuka left of her family. In the coming days and months, Scar turns up the charm to further entice Zira, making sure she and Vitani are given the best of everything and taken care of, to ensure she feels terrible about what she did and she never acts out again. Sadly, it works, and Zira falls back in love with him, realizing SHE was the one in the wrong, and was an utter fool to betray Scar. Things are....steady for a while. Not bad, not good, but...steady for Zira and Scar. He of course ignores both cubs, and Zira has to reach out to him pleadingly if she wants to connect with him. Zira works as a willing mouthpiece to spout propaganda tot he rest of the pride, assuring then Scar is a GREAT king, their ONLY king, and that he will usher in a new golden age for them all. It pleases Scar and he is sure to...ever so slightly reciprocate his gratitude to her. If only to keep her totally convinced to stay with him. Zira can see he's...flaky and not too sure about her, and decides she MUST act fast to show him she is worthy.

She MUST somehow produce him a viable heir. And quickly. But with all the other males gone, there's not a whole lot of cubs being born. And her beloved Mpendwa is long dead. So...she has to figure something else out. One day, while hunting for Vitani and Nuka on her own, she runs across a skinny dark brown lone lioness taking a dead zebra somewhere. She tells Nuke and Vitani to wait, and begins to stalk this female, named Jibu (''Answer'') Jibu takes her kill to a secluded spot, and Zira notices she's having trouble catching her breath. It doesn't take Zira long to see...Jibu is pregnant. VERY pregnant, and close to giving birth. GIVING birth, actually! She's going into labor. Jibu cries out for mercy, knowing she is alone and there is no one around to help her. Zira, in a moment of maternal instinct and compassion, helps her. She, along with Nuka and Vitani, stay by Jubi's side as she gives birth to one little brown cub. Then, Zira gets...a really really REALLY terrible idea, just looking at the little cub. Calmly, she tells Vitani and Nuka that Jibu will need some water, and that they need to bring some back for her in some fresh moss. It's a big job, and the cubs are BOTH very willing to help. Vitani and Nuka leave on their big mission, and then Zira, Jibu, and the new cub are left alone.

Zira is quick about it. Merciful, even. By the time Nuka and Vitani get back, Jibu is dead. Zira sorrowfully tells the cubs that...the birthing process was simply too much for a weak and skinny loner like her, and that there was nothing at all that could have been done. Nuka asks what they're going to do with the cub, and Zira says she SUPPOSES they could take it back to the pride, as well as the zebra Jibu just killed. They return to the pridelands with food, and...Zira presents the cub to Scar. She tells him that his mother gave birth on the edge of the territory, before succumbing to her dehydration and fatigue. Scar looks the cub over, and is overjoyed. He declares THIS cub, this Kovu, WILL be his heir.

So, time passes, and before you know it, Simba returns. The TRUE Pridelanders rise up and reclaim their land. In the wake of his return, Zira's pride sisters see the error of their ways, and oppose the hyenas in battle. Scar is overthrown, and Simba takes his place as King. Zira is of course horrified, outraged, and...filled with a turmoil of emotions about it. Some part of her feels...free that Scar is gone, but the rest of her was so twisted by his words that she doesn't want to admit she's happy he's dead. She chokes those feelings down, trying to sit still and look pretty for Simba as he moves in. Nuka, Vitani, and little Kovu are doing well, and...as a mother that's all she should care about, really. But...deep down inside, there's a growing, growling, burning need for revenge in her soul.

As Kovu grows a little bigger and the pridelands heal more, Simba and Nala announce the birth of their OWN heir.....Kopa. Yep. Yes. That's right, I'm a Kopa theorist. Upsetting, I know. But like....it makes sense. Look at how overprotective and suffocating Simba was to Kiara in TLK 2. Almost like he'd dealt with tragedy in relation to a cub before, and vowed to never let it happen again. Huh. If YOU'RE reading this and you have no idea who Kopa is and the drama behind his very existence, first of all God I wish I was you, secondly, go here to learn what then entire TLK fandom is divided over:

https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/Kopa

Anyway, Kopa is begins to grow and learn as the next king of Pride Rock, good friends with Nuka and Vitani, and even their cute little brother Kovu. He's not...VERY old right now, but he'll grow and be able to play with them one day! Their mom, Zira, seems....a little upset about stuff. She always watches them from afar, never engages with the rest of the Pride, and doesn't seem to like Simba. Kopa, as a young kid determined to be a great king, takes a note to keep an eye on this. She might be really old, but she's part of his father's kingdom. Everyone else is happy and healthy, she should be too, right? Simba and Nala seem...worried about her as well. For different reasons, but yeah.

Ever the hunter and woman scorned, Zira has been...studying Kopa. He's young and naive, but...eager to learn and take over for his father. He's studious and intuitive, often finding trouble without meaning to, because he was trying to solve a problem or get involved in pride politics. Of course, all the other lions and creatures love him, and are eager to see him grow into a fine future king. There s NO doubt he's a jewel in his family's crown. But...he is still a cub. Zira remembers how devastated she was to lose Vitani's three siblings, and knows that Simba and Nala will be equally devastated if....something happens to Kopa. She knows exactly how she's going to avenge Scar now.

Simba and Nala were out on a little moonlight hunt together one night, like they enjoyed to do together. They were coming back to Pride Rock afterwards, only to hear a terrible commotion. Zazu rushed to meet them, telling of something terrible that had just happened: Zira tried to assassinate the young prince. Her pride sisters were now in arms against Sarabi and her pride sisters, trying to stop an attempted uprising. Simba and Nala quickly joined in to fight, Simba finding Zira with Kopa in her jaws. He stops her, and Timon and Pumbaa are quick to get Kopa to Rafiki for healing. Simba and Nala face off against Zira while she gives her side of the story. telling about how she's tired of being docile and pretending her heart isn't broken after Simba and Nala both took everything from her. Simba and Nala both see she's still...terribly twisted by Scar's words, trying to be patient but firm with her as they attempt to talk her down. She won't have it, and leaps at Simba, Nala gets involved, and they fight her off. Simba calls for her banishment, and she is thrown out of the Pridelands with the rest of her followers, and her three cubs.

During all of this, Rafiki is attending to Kopa and his injuries. They're...bad, but not fatal. With time, he'll be just fine. Zira left him blind in one eye, gave him a terribly ripped ear, nearly tore his tail off, and he's got a deep throat scar that will alter his voice quite a bit. With time he'll be alright physically, but...I'm not so sure about mentally. Kopa has...a LOT of PTSD over it. blaming himself for how he thought Zira was a friend he could help, wondering if he was stupid for never seeing her anger sooner. He begins to question his abilities as a future king. Yes, he's still young, and accidents happen, but...this event has left him a bit jaded all the same. Simba and Nala see it, and...want to do the best for their son. They can see the enthusiasm in his eyes to one day be king fading. It's devastating. And...while Simba isn't about to give up on him, he doesn't want to force Kopa into something he...clearly doesn't want to do anymore. On top of that...Simba fears Kopa may not be safe in the Pridelands anymore. Zira and her followers ARE in the Outlands, but...Zira is bold and full of hate. There's no telling what she could do next. After a lot of deliberation, meeting with Zazu, Nala, and Kopa...the king comes to a conclusion. He strips Kopa of his title as an heir, and sends him to live in the Oasis with Ma, Uncle Max, and the rest of Timon's family. He'll be safe and well-fed there, far away from Zira. It'll only be for a while, until the trouble with the outlanders settles down, and until Kopa is ready to return home. Kopa agrees to the idea whole-heartledy, and departs for the Oasis as soon as he's fit to travel. It's...painful and hard, but it's the best option for their son's mental health. Simba and Nala do visit often, and are glad to see it DOES seem to be working.

Okay. So Zira tried to kill Kopa in the name of Scar, got herself booted, and the origins of her three cubs have been dealt with. That's all the Zira/Scar and Kopa backstory stuff done and dealt with. I'm gonna cut it right here since this is gettin awful lengthy, and continue with TLK 2 and The Lion Guard in a part 2. Keep an eye out for that one.

#the lion king #the lion king 2 #neato after dark

[thegryffindorprincess]

Twin Size Mattress//Draco Malfoy x Reader

She hopes I'm cursed forever to Sleep on a twin-sized mattress In somebody's attic or basement my whole life Never graduating up in size to add another And my nightmares will have nightmares every night Oh, every night, every night

A/N: Based off of ‘Twin Size Mattress’ by The Front Bottoms. So this song is one of my absolute favourites and I think it’s so sad dude. However I thought this would make such a beautifully sad draco x reader. Just to let you know: requests are open, I have a new Draco series coming & a Lucius imagine out super soon! Anyway enjoy!

Set: Golden Trio era into Post War

Word Count:1,989

Warnings: honestly so much sadness bro 

This is for the lions living in the wiry broke down frames Of my friends bodies When the flood water comes, it ain't gonna be clear It's gonna look like mud

But I will help you swim I will help you swim I'm gonna help you swim

To Draco, she was a roaring lion with a mane of perfect hair and a will stronger than anybody else’s. He’d noticed her long before she’d noticed him. He watched her as she got weaker throughout the years, the darker the wizarding world got. She was a muggle born, so he guessed this was a hell worse than she’d ever expected to experience. Y/N’s body became weaker over time and the lion like prowess stopped as Draco looked after her from afar. She stayed too close to Hermione for him to ever speak to her. But he wanted to. He got to one night, when he was taking a late night stroll around the grounds to clear his mind in his fifth year. Dumbledores army had just arrived back to the castle, Harry had met Voldermort again, this time at the Ministry and everyone was scared. That’s when he saw her standing on the edge of the Black Lake, swaying on her heels. He’d approached quietly, playing with his hair as he came closer. When she saw him she flashed him a gentle smile. Draco finally plucked up the courage to stand next to her. He flicked his wand so that a gentle, silver glow lit the river bank. Y/N looked up at him through her thick eyelashes.

“Are you scared Draco?” She asked gently. They’d never spoken, but she laid her head on his shoulder then as if they’d been friends for years. He raised his hand to her head and gently played with Y/N’s hair, thinking of an answer.

“I’ll protect you.” Was all he said as they stood there together in peace. “I will protect you with everything I have.” She shuffled closer to him then.

“The floodwaters coming Draco...” She huffed as she looked at the water in front of them. He took her further into his arms and kissed her forehead.

“I will help you swim.” 

This is for the snakes and the people they bite For the friends I've made, for the sleepless nights For the warning signs I've completely ignored There's an amount to take, reasons to take more

They’d decided to be together after that night, in a secretive way, but still devoted. He’d snuck out of the manor at least three times a week so she could show him muggle London in the summer holidays. Draco adored the time he spent with her, but in the back of his mind he knew it was coming to an end. You see, unlike Y/N, a beautiful lioness, Draco was a snake. In the recent months, things were becoming darker. Instead of running away though, he was losing any shred of bravery he had left. He was friends with all the wrong people. Back at Hogwarts, he sat at the Slytherin house table, the dark mark he’d acquired burning under neath his robes, he looked over to her. Drowning out the conversations of his friends about mud bloods, he watched Y/N laugh with Harry, Ron and Hermione as they sat huddled together and it stung. Why couldn’t he be like them? 

Draco cuddled her to him as they lay in bed, thoughts of what he had to do swirling through his head. Y/N was peacefully asleep, while he lay wide awake. He was wearing long sleeved pyjamas even in the heat as he couldn’t let her see what he’d done. As he lay looking down at the girl, he thought about all the warning signs at home he’d ignored, he should’ve prepared for this war, got away, joined the order, moved as far away as possible. That was all just dreams now. His mistakes were piling up on top of each other and he couldn’t take anymore. Draco kissed her head as he jumped out of bed, sliding out of the room silently, praising merlin that his girl was a heavy sleeper. He made his way out into the corridor towards the room of requirement. 

It's no big surprise you turned out this way When they close their eyes and prayed you would change And they cut your hair, and sent you away You stopped by my house the night you escaped With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay You said, "Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way!"

Y/N awoke to screaming in the halls. She slipped unnoticeably out of the Slytherin common room, getting lost in the crowds. Hermione appeared then next to her, concern spread across her features. She pulled Y/N with her as they jogged out into the courtyard. Hermione and her pushed to the front. There lay Dumbledore, dead. Harry was bent over his body sobbing, his shoulders heaving as he held his hand. The school raised their wands to the sky, Draco was no where to be seen. People began to leave then, one by one going back to their common rooms, until the four of them were left.

“This was Draco.” Harry spat. Y/N looked at him in slight shock, struggling to regain composure. “He let them in. He’s one of them. He has the mark. Snape had to kill Dumbledore to save Draco. This is his fault.” Rage began to sore through Y/N’s body. She briefly dropped to the ground to give Harry a hug, before getting up and leaving the three be. She ran, as fast as her legs would carry her, up to the Owlery tower. She stood on the edge for ages, bent over in agony. She never thought she could hate him, but he’d proved her wrong. Y/N was knocked out of her thoughts by a familiar hand on her shoulder. Draco smiled down at her, tears brimming in his eyes. She simply shrugged him off.

“Show me it.” She demanded, crossing her arms and standing opposite. He looked at her wide eyed. “Show me it, now.” Draco took a deep breathe and began to roll up his sleeve, showing her the mark that adorned his pale flesh. She scowled at it. “It’s no big surprise you turned out this way, really.” She whispered at nobody in particular. Draco stayed silent, pulling down his sleeve again, hiding the mark once more. “I just prayed you would change sides.” Y/N looked at him now. He guiltily stared at his feet. “Did you escape?” She asked gently, watching how he nodded so slowly it felt like it might of not happened. “Are you going to fight against the school?” She asked, her tone emotionless. He nodded again, looking up at her with big, sensitive eyes. Y/N glared at him, and turned on her heal to walk away. Draco, with tears in his eyes went to chase her. 

“Stay?” He begged, droplets of water rolling down his cheeks. Y/N turned to him, placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and shook her head.

“Hey man, I love you.” Draco looked up a little eagerly, but was met with her pained face walking away from him once more. “But no fucking way.” She spat. 

This is for the lake that me and my friends swim in Naked and dumb on a drunken night But it should've felt good, but I can hear the Jaws theme song On repeat in the back of my mind

The war was over. The right side had won. Draco’s family had all charges against them dropped. He should be happy, he thought to himself as he stood by the side of the large river in front of him, Blaise and Pansy splashing eachother already swimming. Draco stripped from his clothes and dived into the cold water. He felt alive for the first time in a few years. The group swam together, laughing, all of them naked. The water felt so relaxing over his skin as he sunk deeper into the river. But still, in the back of his mind he knew something was still wrong. It was on repeat, the sense of loneliness, which he tried to push away. That was the moment he decided to start to drink. Everyday. To feel alive again. 

Make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face There are lessons to be learned Consequences for all the stupid things I say And it is no big surprise you turned out this way The spark in your eyes, The look on your face I will not be late

He’d passed out again. It was only three pm, but he was laid on his sofa in his flat, eyes closed. They fluttered open at the sound of ringing. Draco flung his arm to reach for his phone. The number was unknown. He groaned, before swiping and answering.

“Who is this?” He snapped down the line.

“Jesus Draco,” A familiar voice spoke, “kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face.” The sentenced ended with a slight tone of amusement. Draco’s heart began to flutter as he realised it was Y/N. 

“Lesson learnt.” He groaned. “I’ll take the consequences for all the stupid things I say.” She laughed gently.

“Are you drunk?” She asked quietly. Draco nervously paused. 

“Yeah...” Draco whispered. Y/N sighed.

“It’s no big surprise you turned out this way.” The words stung as Draco remembered the last time she’d used them. “Anyway, do you want to see me? It would be nice to see you. I’ve missed the sparks in your eyes and the look on your face when you see me.” Draco swallowed loudly. 

“Please,” He sighed, “I will not be late.” 

I wanna contribute to the chaos I don't wanna watch and then complain 'Cause I am through finding blame That is the decision that I have made

Draco staggered into the bar. He knew he’d fucked up before he’d seen the disappointment painted on her face. His breath stank of fire whiskey, his clothes were dirty and he could barely walk. He sat down opposite her, and she simply blankly stared back. He’d gotten nervous. He’d contributed to the chaos in his brain by poisoning himself. He didn’t want to watch himself be lonely just to complain. 

“Am I to blame for this then?” Y/N spat at him as he swayed in his seat. She looked beautiful Draco thought, absolutely radiant. Draco simply shrugged as she asked. They sat in silence for a while, taking eachother in. 

“I’m about to be made homeless.” Draco said, with a slight laugh to his tone. He decided to laugh so he didn’t cry. She just stared back at him.

“I’m going.” She announced breaking the silence. “I’m not letting you ruin my life again, i’ve decided.” And Y/N left Draco sitting alone. 

She hopes I'm cursed forever to Sleep on a twin-sized mattress In somebody's attic or basement my whole life Never graduating up in size to add another And my nightmares will have nightmares every night Oh, every night, every night

Draco laid on the mattress on Blaise’s floor. He stared at the ceiling as his girlfriend Astoria laid next to him asleep. He wondered what Y/N was thinking about. Probably the fact he deserved this. To not have a permanent home. He clung to himself. He didn’t want to sleep. Draco knew when he did his nightmares would get worse. His nightmares had become so violent, he thought his own nightmares were having nightmares. And that’s where he’d stay. On his twin sized mattress he used to share with her, just now without her warmth. And that was how it would be. Every night of his life. 

#draco #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x reader fluff #draco x reader angst #draco x reader sad #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x reader fluff #draco malfoy x reader angst #draco sad #draco fluff #draco angst #draco fanfiction #frontbottoms #songprompt

[princesserica84]

Answer them all, please 🥰

I’m guessing you want Romione for this.

Otp Questions:

1. Who can’t stop smiling when they are getting kissed?

Both of them. They are so fucking happy together.

2. Who brings the other person home something small but sweet when they know their partner is having a bad day?

Ron. I always see him getting her things that she says are immature but she actually loves and that make her giggle. Like bringing home something silly from Weasley Wizard Wheezes that will make her smirk. Or he’ll drop the kids off at his parents so they can have a night together. Or hell even just plan a fun family night with the kids. 

3. Do they have any nicknames for one another? If so, what are they?

Hehehe. 

Hermione’s nicknames for Ron: My King, Sir, Master, cute idiot, 

Ron’s nicknames for Hermione: Mione, Kitten, Baby, Darling, my Bookworm, My Lioness, my love, good girl. 

4. Who is the one who usually makes the first move?

I hate this question because I think they both would. It depends on how they are feeling. I always headcanon that for the first few years of their relationship, they were fucking all the time. Like at the ministry Hermione would sneak into the Auror department for some fun. Or Ron would sneak into Hogwarts while Hermione was finishing up school. I think it’s a result of ignoring four years of built up sexual tension. 

5. Who stays up late and asks the other really random sleep deprived questions?

Ron. Always Ron. I think his head is often always moving and Hermione helps him almost organize his brain? Plus Ron is just random as fuck in general.

6. What is one thing they love about each other?

The way they even eachother out. Some of Ron’s weaknesses are Hermione’s strengths and vise versa. The thing that I love so much about Romione is they fell in love with each other’s personalities before appearances. They knew everything about each other. Their fears, strengths, insecurities, dreams, and they still fell for each other. That's true love right there. I wish I had that. I am totally not living my love life through them though...

7. What is something they love to do together?

Hehehe

They love fucking each others brains out. But also making love.

They love reading together, playing with Rose and Hugo. I’ve always liked the idea of Hermione sometimes helping with Ron’s Auror cases. Like if he’s stuck on something or doesn’t know where to look to find something. She’ll help him come up with a plan. They love doing everything together. 

8. What type of pet would they own together? How would they treat the pet?

They already have Crookshanks. Hermione adores him. Ron and Crookshanks have a complicated relationship but at the end of the day I think Ron has a soft spot for him. Mainly because Crookshanks makes Hermione happy. 

9. Who starts the silly string fight?

Lol what the fuck? I legit don’t know what that is... I do however think that they start rows to get each other riled up because they love bickering, but also angry make up sex where Ron fucks her against the wall. 

10. Who pulls the other back to bed in the morning?

Depends on the day. I think Ron will sometimes wake up early because of some Horcrux PTSD nightmares and Hermione will wake up and find him and comfort him. Or if he wants to make Hermione breakfast. And Hermione probably wakes up early sometimes so she can get 100 things done that probably don’t need to be done yet. Plus Ron is so hot that he can just look at her a specific way and she’ll drop to her knees and becomes his horny Kitten.

#romione #Romione headcanons #ron x hermione #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #ronmione #Romione smut #princesserica84 #kinda nsfw?

[herald-divine-hell]

The prompt "Kissing your lover when they ask you why you've been avoiding them, not realizing it's because you're jealous that they've been hanging out with [a potential love interest]" for Katherine and Amayian? ✨

Amayian felt his stomach turned, tumbled, and churned, as if he was thrown in a violent, rapid river which swiftly ran out into a whirlwind at sea. But he kept it back, pushed hard against it as much as he could. He was the Lord Inquisitor, the Herald of Andraste - something like this should not had bother him so; and yet, it did.

He could see the concern in the blue-green of Katherine's eyes, a shimmering of light burnishing it softly like sun-flame spilling upon the surface of a sea, wavering to one color and than the next; an eternal dance of blues and greens and golds. She had planted herself in front of him, barring his pass through the door which led out to Josephine's office. Hands planted on her hips, besides the concern, her face was cold and sharp enough to be carved from mountain-stone. Lips were drawn into a tight line, her scar becoming more wicked, more harsh, at the act. Her pale golden-silver hair shimmered like molten moon and starlight, glimmering as if gems were strewn about it. His fingers itched to untangle them from her braid, to rake his fingers through them softly.

"I will not have you ignoring and invading me as if I had the Taint, my lord." Her Orlesian accent was thicker, filled with brimming fire and heat, lashing like bolts of lightning, and within her eyes the fire rose as if it was a rearing lioness, a wall of flame. "You will tell me what is wrong."

In truth, Amayian held no doubts that he could easily lift her and place her to the side. He was half-tempted to. That would get a blush on her cheeks, he thought with, a bubble of amusement and affection whispering in his heart. He only said, "It is nothing to be worried over, Katherine." His voice came out colder than he would liked; and he had been doing so well. But emotions always confused him, tumbled him up so much so that whenever he thought he had a grasp on it, it shattered in his hand and he had to reforge it once more. The cold harshness of it froze away any amusement which came from the previous thought, his blood running cold, icy fingers seizing his heart in a hard, chilling grip. Softer this time, he murmured, "It's nothing, I promise you."

It did not deter her, and once more she raised the question, marching forward until she was close enough that he could see the top of her sun-lit head. The pale light twined silver, like a crown of moonlight and sunlight, but the fierceness of her eyes smouldered a greater fire than the forges of the sun, and far more intense. Heat touched his cheeks, a brief spark of warmth that swiftly spread until it seemed to drip down his neck and across his shoulders. She waited there, beneath his nose, arms crossed over her chest. She seemed as perfectly still as stone, and no doubt he would had an easier time moving the Frostbacks than convincing her otherwise.

Swallowing, he said, “It’s foolish.” And it was. Being so wrapped up in such silly worries was unfitting and could nearly get one of them hurt. And not telling her is hurting her as much, a wisp of a voice called out, distant and faint. Glancing away, unable to meet her stare, sudden shamed held him in a tight hold, and he wished for the ice wall that once armored him against such things. It almost had been simpler, back than, when emotions seemed as distant as the sun and hollow like a cavern. Now they bundled together, shattering walls, shadowy and unknown, a whipping storm which threw him about. And yet...and yet...at moments, light would stream through, as clear and brilliant as silver glass and as sweet as water in an oasis. Light always streamed through, shattered the storm a little, whenever Katherine was near.

He did not remembered when he lifted her up, nor remembered his lips on hers; but he felt her fingers stroking through his hair, her legs wrap around his waist, and her soft lips, scarred as they were, melting against him. They found a movement, twining heart and soul in an embrace Amayian did not wish to loose. The storm waned into a drizzled, the dark clouds withering and coiling in thin streams, as great and wide rails of sunlight filled his limbs and minds, roused his heart in massive leaps and beats.

When they pulled away, Katherine’s cheeks were inflamed with scarlet roses. The blue was darkened, swallowing the green like a sapphire-blue flame glimmering within an emerald gem, a widening hole of light within the darkness of the storm. A smile touched her lips, fond and sweet. It took more energy not to kiss her again. The effort was strong.

He pressed his forehead against her, and she leaned into the touch as eagerly, as softly. “You deserve better, mon amour.” Amayian lifted his head and laid a kiss to her forehead, erupting giggles from his little Seeker. That brought a smile to his own lips, against the warm skin of her head. Her fingers did not cease stroking the nape of his neck, or halting another in twirling a dark curl.

She captured his lips into another kiss as he pulled away, one more lighter and gentler then before. Against them, he felt her hum. “No, I do not think so. I could tell you were worried - no doubt from my recent actions with the Iron Bull, I presume?”

Heat dug deeper into his skin, and he pressed his face against the nape of her hair, in hopes of hiding it as much as to feel her against him. “Yes,” he mumbled against her skin.

Her words were soft whispers in his ears, fond and holding no hints of malice or irritation. His heart nearly burst at them. “Oh, Amayian, I did not mean anything behind it. You hold my heart, just as the mountains hold up the sky. You are my world. I never meant to hurt you.” He was pulled away from her neck, and another kiss was laid upon his lips. “Now these words to be true. I do love you.”

Wetness slicked his cheeks, and he felt her fingers swept them away and her lips scattering them with soft kisses. But he stopped her, drawing her close for another kiss, feeling his tears on her lips, and gently sweeping his tongue over her bottom lip to be rid of them. He murmured in between how she was his stars within an never-ending darkness, of how much he adored her, and of how much he was thankful for her.

And as the blue skies melted to orange and violets, as the stars were lit by the coming of the night in shines of silver and white and gold, and as the sun dwelt its fiery crown beneath the horizon for rest, Amayian knew he was home.

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[mordoriscalling]

The Colour-Magic Theory (5/?)

Intro  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 

Tagging @genkitaco

*** 

At some points, decisions not disastrous are bound to be made.

Thanks to sheer dumb luck, Jaskier gets permission to stay at Cintran’s court. He arrives when the Queen is out of the city and when the Lioness returns to her liar, the only thing that saves Jaskier from being run through with Calanthe’s sword is Cirilla finding out that he played at her parents’ betrothal banquet. The princess wants to know all about it from the bard’s perspective.

Calanthe threatens to torture him to death if he utters even half a word about the White Wolf. He’s tempted to do so anyway – Ciri deserves to know – but refrains in the end. When he looked upon Princess Cirilla for the first time, the emerald green of her eyes struck him as so familiar that his whole being ached.

He has yet to live. He might’ve just found his true purpose.                             

After he was ripped away from the place where the thought he belonged, the harsh words cutting him to his very core, his heart almost wilted from the wound. He wandered aimlessly, wallowing in heartbreak, until merfolk sang sweetly of his woes and the sea washed the pain away. Even then, Jaskier refused to head back to his Queen with his tail between his legs because of pride and sheer spite. He’s made the decision to stay in the Chaos side of the world and make something of himself yet, even if he’s not what he believed he was meant to be.

Perhaps his fate is more tied to a Lion Cub than to a Wolf. He must’ve heard “Zireael” repeatedly uttered by swallows for some reason, after all. The moment he finally made the connection between the name of Cintran’s Princess and its meaning in Elder, he directed his steps towards the place which his thoughts have been wandering to for so long, something tugging at his heart and urging him to go, go faster.

When they’re in close proximity, the connection between the bard and the princess is almost palatable to them both. They all but gravitate towards each other, yet, Calanthe is always present when Jaskier is in the same room as Cirilla, not letting him get near the princess. One day, however, the Lioness isn’t there to guard her Cub, royal duties calling her and her druid away.

In the evening on that day, Jaskier croons a soft lullaby as Ciri lays in her bed. When the girl is almost asleep, he caresses her cheek and she leans into the touch with her eyes closed. Jaskier feel such warmth bloom in his chest that he just can’t help himself – he lets out a deep coo, the sound specifically used by the fae to express affection for their offspring. Humans can’t register it; they would only sense a change in the mood, find the atmosphere calming. Still, Jaskier knows he risks a lot since there’s the danger of Moussack sensing Jaskier’s magic when he returns. The bard couldn’t care less at this moment. The warmth he holds for this girl is too great and it needs a way out. He coos again, putting the girl deeper into a restful sleep.

And then Ciri responds. A chirpy little purr leaves her mouth while she sleeps and Jaskier almost jumps ten feet in the air.

“What the fuuuck,” he hisses out under his breath, hoping that Lazlo didn’t hear it. He glances over his shoulder at the young knight keeping guard by the door to see him look at Jaskier questioningly.

“Is something wrong?” Lazlo asks.

“No, young sir,” Jaskier responds, weaving some calming spells in between the words, “all is well.” The knight stays put and the bard turns back to the princess.

He coos once more. Ciri purrs back in that adorable, chirpy way, and that’s it. Jaskier’s is done for. He stares down at the girl, lighting-struck, and feels a rush of such deep, all-encompassing, unconditional love that he can barely breathe. The emotion is so fierce that Jaskier is ready to kill or die for her that very moment, and he knows it bodes trouble. He’s irrational in love, and the fae protect their young at all costs.

Jaskier doesn’t get another chance to sing Ciri to sleep, no matter how much he longs to do it again. He comes to understand, with great regret, that he should’ve done this so much earlier. He lost so much time. Cirilla seems to have realised something as well – her gaze is both knowing and sad when she looks at the bard. Jaskier sometimes dares to coo to make her smile.

When Jaskier he sparrows twittering about a white-haired man on his way to the city, the bard all but flees. He’s a cad and a coward, after all.

“Forgive me,” he says to his bud-ling before he departs.

“Don’t go,” Ciri whimpers. 

He goes. Cintra falls a week after that.

*

When the White Wolf looks upon his Child surprise for the first time, she appears so fragile to him. She’s a tiny and thin “boy” next to the lads who play with her. He’s afraid he’ll break her or fail to protect her when life will try to do so.

Geralt follows her, just two steps behind her, but he’s never close enough – destruction gets there first. There are many times he thinks he arrives too late to see anything but her dead body, yet every time, he doesn’t find her. Something spurs him on, guiding him forward. After ghouls attack and he can no longer move on his own, it’s Destiny who carries him the rest of the way.

When the girl in the woods runs towards him, he’s paralyzed  - there couldn’t be a clearer sign that Destiny will always collect her due, no matter how much he may try to escape. Fear rises within him as he wonders what fate he cannot run from , but then everything goes silent because he embraces Ciri. Their closeness calms him – it’s a breath of at last, Cub.

The girl is not afraid of him from the start. She’s tense and the silence between them often gets awkward, but she doesn’t fear him, doesn’t even flinch at his angry stares when she keeps asking about Yennefer. Ciri always looks at him so openly, with absolute trust, and the emerald green of her eyes stirs a fierce feeling in his chest. He doesn’t dare give it a name and only allows another kind of thoughts to take shape in his mind: the promises to shield her from harm until his dying breath. He even might, soon, since he decides to take her to Kaer Morhen, and the road will be perilous.

As they travel together, Geralt comes to the realisation that he can protect her from physical danger all he wants but it won’t be enough. The horrors she went through haunt her, especially in her dreams. Ciri’s piercing screams keep Geralt awake at night and the witcher has no idea how to soothe her. He doesn’t know how to offer comfort, or how to be a parent at all, and the helplessness of his failure makes his eyes prickle. He takes the girl into his arms but his attempts at shushing her are futile. She only keeps screaming with tears rolling down her face, and the cruel dreams don’t let her go.

Ciri’s nightmares occur almost every night, which exhausts them both. As a result, Geralt is too tired to fight the unbidden, cutting thoughts of regret and longing – hadn’t he been a monster and a fool, Jaskier still would’ve travelled with him. The blessed silence has become a curse without him. Jaskier would be able to soothe Ciri

As he and Cirilla slowly head North, the witcher starts wishing for the bard’s company daily, then every moment of the day, until it reaches the point when Geralt thinks he’s gone mad. It seems to him that he can hear Jaskier’s voice and heartbeat somewhere in the distance, that he catches faint whiffs of his smell. His throat constricts every time his mind conjures up the illusion of Jaskier being close. Geralt tries not to wonder why it hurts him so much, almost managing to ignore the fact that he wants Jaskier to hum for Ciri’s sake as much as for his own.

In order to push those thoughts away, he decides to focus on teaching Ciri everything he knows about monsters and self-defence. She learns quickly, and whenever she manages to do something right, she grins at him proudly. Warmth explodes in Geralt's chest at the sight every time and he just has to ruffle the girl's hair. Ciri does struggle with a dagger but on the other hand, she doesn’t have such problems with magic. The witcher can clearly feel the sheer power she wields, almost like he’s linked to it himself. The sensation turns out to be an indicator of something puzzling after he shows Ciri how to cast Signs – when the girl casts Aard a few times, Geralt finds himself unable to negotiate with Chaos for his own magic to last longer.

If that wasn’t worrying enough, the very same day Ciri is in good enough spirits to hums a song to Roach and as she sings, both Chaos and Order swirl around her while Geralt’s medallion vibrates.

For many reasons, the witcher needs Jaskier.

TBC

Part 6

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[thetrailofyourbloodinthesnow]

for the prompt Joanna and children

for @incurablescribbler

The song of steel lures Joanna to her window. In the distance she can see the large figure of the Master-at-arms, looking over two boys clashing swords: a tall one with dark brown hair and a smaller one with golden curls whose back is turned to Joanna. The swords they use have dull edges, fit for practice, yet, the sight of them still makes Joanna nervous. Perhaps she’s being overprotective, but she can’t shake the feeling than her son is too young for steel and that he’ll should be sticking to wooden swords. But Jaime had insisted – and the Master-at-arms had backed him – that he was ready for them, and seeing him practicing, she admits that he was right; the boy he’s fighting with is older and already a squire, and yet he’s getting bested by her son.

He’ll make a great knight one day. Usually that thought makes her chest swell with pride. Instead, right now, it makes her sad and she can’t understand why. Is it because she can feel him slipping away from his mother’s arms into a world of swords and horses, jousts and mêlées, blood and sweat, a world in which his mother has no place?

It’s a somber thought, that kind of which have crossed her mind more often lately. Is this room. I'm not made to be locked in here. She’s used to roam the castle, giving orders and making sure they are followed through, or holding court in the audience chamber, or greeting guests in the courtyard, anything but staying in her chambers staring at the ceiling all day. She wishes terribly to go back to her routine, but the Master had been firm in his orders that she keeps to her chambers resting; for her own sake and the sake of the child she carries. I wouldn’t be able to do much anyway, she thinks resigned. My belly is so swollen that even a small walk would leave me gasping for air.

Even then, the boredom of her enclosure doesn’t weight on her as much of the loneliness does. If only her husband was at her side. But Tywin is away at King’s Landing, handling the realm in the name of a king that mistrust him more every day. At times like this she wants to ask him to renounce his post, to stay with her ruling Casterly Rock together as it’s meant to be. But she knows it’s a lost cause, that he trusts her to rule alone over their lands. As well as over their household, their family and over herself. So, she never lets her desires show on the letters she sends him regularly, and resigns herself to keep missing her son and her husband.

At least she has her daughter. Her Cersei comes to visit her every day and Joanna tries to teach her the business of being a lady. It was easier before, when she could teach her by example – she would go about her duties with her daughter trailing behind, following her mother into a world of dresses and ornaments, balls and drawing room gatherings, courtesies and good manners, and blood and sweat too, but of a different kind. She would set a small chair besides her High Seat so Cersei could accompany her while she listened to the petitioners that came to the Rock. She would announce her verdicts and explained the reasoning behind them to the girl, who was quick to understand. The memory of her daughter sitting next to her – her back straight and chin up, trying to look imposing at eight years old – brings a smile to Joanna’s face. She will make a fine lady one day.

Or a queen. Tywin hasn’t said it yet, but Joanna is not blind to her husband’s ambition. She knows he would like to see his daughter wed to young prince Rhaegar, and one day his grandson on the Iron Throne. It was that type of ambition that draw her to him in the first place; that impulse of climbing higher and having the guts and the cunning to reach the top. It was his ambition that brought back the prestige of their house after Lord Tytos made them the laughing stock of the realm. But Joanna worries that her husband might be overreaching. For another King, a daughter of House Lannister would make a fine match for the Prince of Dragonstone, but is Aerys they are talking about – capricious, envious, prideful Aerys – who would likely reject the alliance just to slight her husband, as he so delights in doing.

She can’t forget how he humiliated her at the Anniversary Tourney. Remembering it still makes her teeth grind. He had asked her (with his wine-stinking breath) if giving suck to her twins had ruined her breasts, “which were so high and proud." Tywin was so angry that he presented his renounce, but the King refused to accept it. And, to Joanna’s frustration, he stayed in his post to this day.  But she knows he hasn’t forgotten either, not that nor any other slight. He remembers them all and will remember to pay them back twofold. A Lannister always pays his debts. 

Yet, even knowing that, to think of her daughter being in the vicinity of that man sickens her. A crown is no less than Cersei deserves, but if to have it she must go to the wolf’s den then Joanna would prefer that she stayed crownless in Casterly Rock forever.

Crown in her future of not, there’s still a lot that she must teach Cersei, and it seems she should start with how to keep one’s temper. She’s pleasantly surprised when the groom announces – hours before she expected them – that Cersei and her Septa request entrance to my lady’s chamber for their daily visit. Her smile disappears, however, when Septa Lynora enters her chamber with a sour expression, carrying her daughter by the wrist, who looks at the septa as if she wants to grind her to sand. Oh, now what?

"My lady, forgive me for bothering you by coming here early. But I’m afraid your daughter needs to be disciplined.”

“And why don’t you discipline her yourself, septa?” Joanna asks, irritated. “Isn’t that your job?”

“I...” Septa Lynora seems to lose her voice. And Joanna catches Cersei trying to hide her smile at the older woman’s plight.

“What did she do?” Joanna nods at Cersei who immediately loses her glee.

“She pushed Ella Marbrand into a mud puddle,” the septa replies. Ella Marbrand was the newest of Cersei’s companions. She and her brother Addam had arrived at Casterly Rock barely a fortnight earlier. And while his brother (who served as a page) and Jaime had become fast friends, she and Cersei were having more of a rough start.

“She deserved it!” Cersei stomps her feet in the ground. “She was being such a pretentious moron.” Her daughter then goes on a long rant about the girl; how she’d been bragging all day about the things she’d brought with her from Ashemark: fine dresses, rare jewelry, exquisite perfumes, and so on and so forth. She also presumed of her relatives; their position at court, their ancient and exalted lineage, and their connections with other Houses. Especially with the Lannister themselves. Who could forget that lord Tywin’s mother was born a Marbrand? “She even said that we should strengthen the ties between our families by having the heir of Casterly Rock married to a Marbrand again,” Cersei sounds outraged. “She meant she should marry Jaime!” she crinkles her nose at the idea.

Joanna lets her rant, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Petty fights between girls were the least of her concerns. And really, her daughter should learn to ignore silly comments from a girl who clearly has more ambition than brain.

“And you know what else she said?” Cersei doesn’t seem to notice her mother’s lack of interest and continues unrestrained. “She said that father seems to be getting too full of himself, thinking he is the king instead of Aerys. That, as capable as he is, someone needs to remind him that he is really just a servant to the Iron Throne.”

“She said that?” That does piques Joanna’s interest. The words of a child are of little importance, but children often repeat the words of their elders. House Marbrand had been a loyal vassal to the Lannister in the past, but loyalties could change like the weather. She makes a mental note to mention it to Tywin in her next letter. “Did she mention hearing that from someone else?”

“Yes, she said she heard it from her cousin who lives at court, and that many others agree. Such a liar.” She lets out a huff. “That was when I pushed her into the mud.”

Joanna can’t help feeling a certain pride at her daughter’s fierceness in defending her father – a true lioness – but she knows she can’t let that behavior carry on.

“You are a lady, Cersei. You can’t toss your friends in the mud. No matter what they say”

“She’s not my friend! She’s a horrid little airhead. I don’t like her at all, can’t you send her home?” Joanna knows her daughter is truly upset, but her little pout is rather adorable. It does a lot to ease her annoyance at her childishness. After all, she is a child. She just needs to be taught better.

Joanna asks the septa to leave them alone and gestures Cersei to sit next to her.

“I cannot send her home; it would be considered an insult by the Marbrands.” She explains calmly. “Furthermore, there’s something you need to understand: whether you like her or not plays no role in her being your companion.” Cersei starts to protest that, but Joanna carries on, “She is your lady because is critical for our House that we foster good relationships with our vassals. Is important that you are her friend, or at least that you’re cordial to her. Chances are, you will know ladies that you like even less than Ella Marbrand, but you must always be courteous no matter what. You, my love, are a daughter of House Lannister. You carry our reputation on your shoulders. You must never lower to the level of any ‘little airhead’, understand?”

 “I guess…” Cersei admits reluctantly.

“And more importantly,” Joanna continues, “The maidens that you befriend today will one day become the wives of your brother’s Bannermen and the mothers to their heirs, and they will have influence over their husbands and sons. You will find that the connections you form now will come very handy once you’ve grown.” She thinks of her friend the Princess of Dorne; how they had met as young girls serving as ladies to princess Raella, and how beneficial that connection was turning out to be. Tywin wasn’t the only one who had plans for their children’s future. “So, you must make peace with Ella Marbrand.”

“But mother…”

“No buts. You will apologize to her before the day is done. That’s an order, Cersei.”

Her daughter’s jaw clenches tightly for a moment before begrudgingly saying: “Yes, mother.” 

“Good girl.” Joanna runs her fingers through Cersei’s golden locks, but she stays stiff, unacknowledging her mother’s caress. “I know you’ll become a great lady. You’ll make your father proud.” That manages to bring a smile to her lips, and she lets Joanna pull her closer and place her arm around her little shoulders. “Now, tell me what else happened to you today.”

Cersei leans her head upon Joanna’s shoulders and begins describing her lessons with the Maester, her horse ride through Lannisport, her games with Jaime, and all her other activities, while Joanna listens attentively and feels glad that her daughter’s life is full of joy and innocence, where the only thing that can bother her are petty fights with other girls than can be easily resolved. Spending those moments with her daughter, talking and laughing with her, is enough to wash away the gloomy mood that had taken over her earlier. She bids goodbye to Cersei for the afternoon with a kiss in her forehead and an exhortation to apologize to Ella Marbrand before the day is done.

Alone again, Joanna rests upon her comfiest couch and begins going through the account books that the Steward had left her. Then, a sudden drowsiness assails her, the numbers begin to blend before her eyes and her eyelids close on their own accord.

A tapping on her door awakes her. She doesn’t know how long she slept, but a quick look at the window reveals her that is beginning to dusk. She allows the caller to enter, and it’s the groom, who announce her that Septa Lynora once again request entrance in her chambers.

Joanna’s first thought is that Cersei’s apology must not have gone as well as she had expected. The septa’s face is ashen and somehow seems more winkled than earlier (something Joanna wouldn’t have thought possible). But the girl who accompanies her is not Cersei. Rather, is a scrawny girl who wears a handmaid’s attire. She’s casting nervous glances upon every place in the room except for Joanna’s face.

“My lady, forgive me for bothering you again,” begins the old septa. “But there’s a grave matter that I must inform you of.” She beckons the reluctant girl to stand next to her and continues: “This maid came to speak to me about something she saw today.”  Septa Lynora swallows audibly as she struggles with her speech. “She says that she surprised my lady’s twins doing some… unspeakable acts.”

Unspeakable acts? Joanna knows that the septa has an inclination to dramatics and might use that term for any childish misdeed. But something tells her that wherever Jaime and Cersei were doing was grave indeed. Though she cannot imagine what it could have been. “What did she saw them do?” she asks.

“It’s better if you explain it yourself,” Septa Lynora tells the girl who answers her with a look of dismay. “Speak, child,” the Septa commands the servant, and speak she does… 

Joanna listens incredulous to the girl’s tell. Her mind struggles to even imagine it. Cersei and Jaime… But they are just children… No, they couldn’t have been doing that… Impossible, no!...

After the servant finishes speaking, Joanna stays sitting there, unmoving, staring at the distance. After a few uncomfortable moments, Septa Lynora clears her throat and inquires, “My lady, are you all right?”

Joanna turns her eyes to the older woman. “Do you believe this? Did you speak to them?” she asks in a taut voice.

“I did speak to them, my lady,” the septa replies, while fidgeting with her woven belt. “They denied it at first, but I saw the fault in their faces, especially in young Jaime’s. It was only after I promised that I wouldn’t tell you that they confessed,” she looks into Joanna’s eyes. “Their confession matched this handmaid’s story. It’s true.”

It’s true. It’s true. It’s true. Those words keep echoing in Joanna’s head as the world begins to whirl around her. Shock, horror and disgust battle for dominance inside of her. Her stomach flips. She gets up abruptly – startling the two other women – and staggers to reach the chamber pot at the side of her bed. She falls heavily to her knees and empties her stomach into the pot.

“My lady!” she hears the septa shriek, and a moment later she feels someone sinking next to her and holding her shoulders, and someone else holding her hair back from her face. Joanna’s stomach keeps on contracting violently and choking her with vomit until everything is finally out.

When she’s able to breathe again, she looks to her right and sees that is the girl who is holding her. Joanna shakes her hands off and turns her eyes from her. She can’t even look at her; that dark raven, bringer of dark words. Her eyes swarm up with tears. “Leave,” she orders. She once told Cersei that tears were a woman’s weapons, but she doesn’t feel protected by them now. In fact, she only feels the humiliation of being seen so vulnerable. “The two of you leave now!”

The girl doesn’t need to be told twice, she rises from the floor and after curtsying practically runs out of the room. The septa stays where she is, thought. “My lady, shouldn’t I call the Maester? You’re not well…”

“No!” She can’t stand someone else seeing her like this. “Just leave me alone!” After a final look of concern, Septa Lynora curtsies and turns to leave as well. “Wait!” Joanna stops her right before she closes the door. “The children. You must separate them. Place Jaime’s room far from Cersei’s.” The septa nods and finally leaves.

Even after they had left the nursery, the twins couldn’t stand to be apart. So, Joanna had placed their rooms across from each other, and they had the custom of staying in each other’s bed at night. And she had allowed that, thinking they were still too young for it to be inappropriate. She feels sick thinking about it.

Her twins. Her precious babies. They had always been so alike that only their clothes told them apart. Together everywhere they went. Seeming to understand each other without the need of words. Their connection had always seemed so sweet to Joanna. She’d been glad that, despite their difference in gender and personality, they always got along so well.

Now, she didn’t know what to think. How couldn’t she have noticed it? Had she unknowingly allowed it or even encouraged it? She doesn’t know and that’s the worst part. This revelation makes her doubt herself and her motherhood at the worst possible time: when she’s about to bring another child into the world.

Joanna stays curled up on the floor of her chambers, pressing her head against the side of her bed as the sobs bust up through her throat. A long while after, when her crying has subdued, she gets up with great difficulty and sits upon the bed, drying her tear-stained face. Her breakdown passed; she takes a decision. She couldn’t prevent what happened, but she can still fix it.

It’s past sunset when she has the maid brought back to her presence. Joanna is the image of composure and pose as she politely thanks her for her services to house Lannister, and informs her that said services will be no longer needed. The girl protests at losing her job, saying she has done nothing to deserve being dismissed, that she was only warning m’lady of what she saw. Joanna interrupts her; she doesn’t want to hear again about what the girl had seen. She would rather forget that she ever heard it.

She hands the maid a leather pouch. The girl opens it; there’s a pause and then her lips curl at its content.

Joanna hates that smile. She imagines the wench in a filthy tavern, presuming of her gold, telling everyone within an earshot how the Lady of Casterly Rock had given it to her to keep her children’s dirty secrets.

She yanks the maid’s arm and lowers her to her face. The girl cries out as Joanna’s nails dig into her flesh.

“You won’t say a word of it,” she orders. “You understand? Not a word, or I will have your head!”

“Y-yes m’lady,” the girl’s eyes are wide with terror. “I won’t say anything.”

Joanna lets her go and the girl scurries off the room without looking back.

When she’s alone again, Joanna shrinks in her chair with a sigh, it has been a long day and she feels dreadfully tired. What she wants more in the world right now is to lay in her coverts and sleep – hopefully she will awake to find out that it has all been a nightmare – but there’s still something she must do before the night is over.

Joanna makes her way to Cersei’s chambers; a guard has been posted at her door to make sure her twin doesn’t get in or – more likely – that she gets out. Inside, it looks as if a tornado has rampaged the room. Tables have been turned and curtains have been ripped, the articles of Cersei’s vanity have been tossed around and her garments sprawled across the floor. Even her favorite dolls have not survived her fit.  Finding nothing else to target her anger at, Cersei finally resigned to sit by her window, frowning at the glass as if trying to break it with the sheer force of her glare. Septa Lynora is standing at her side chastising her, but Cersei simply ignores her. Until she sees Joanna's reflection in the glass and rushes to her.

“Mother!”  She tries to wrap her little arms around Joanna’s middle, – something made difficult by her protruding belly – sure that her salvation has finally arrived. “Mother, Septa Lynora has looked me in my room. She doesn’t want to let me see Jaime. Mother, tell her to let me out.”

But she is left cold when Joanna doesn’t immediately return her embrace to comfort her, bad mouthing the Septa for mistreating her child. Instead Joanna looks hard at her and crosses her arms. “Septa Lynora has only done what I order her to do.”

Cersei steps back as if she’s been struck. “But, why?” she whines outraged.

“Don’t play fool, Cersei. You know exactly why.”

“I’ve been trying to lecture her on the grievous sin she has committed,” Septa Lynora intervenes. “But she resorted to storm her room in a rage, as my Lady can see,” she gestures at the surrounding mess. “Even when I told her that we could pray for her forgiveness…”

“I don’t need to pray for forgiveness, you old hag!” Cersei snaps. “I already told you, we did nothing wrong!”

“That’s not what the servant girl saw. Nor what you admitted to Septa Lynora earlier.”

“I lied, mother. Septa Lynora was yelling at me to admit to whatever that girl said she saw. I got scared. I only said what she wanted me to say.” With her watery eyes and lip trembling, Cersei is rather convincing. Joanna wants to believe her, but she knows her daughter; Cersei has sufficient stubbornness in her to look at the blue sky and claim it is green. She can’t have suddenly become so afraid of her Septa – who never had much power to intimidate her before – that she would admit to something she hadn’t done.

“Really?” Joanna asks in a sarcasm-soaked voice. “Or was it that you believed the Septa’s words that she wouldn’t tell your mother if you admitted to her what you did?”

“N-no, mother,” Cersei stutters. “She said that? She lied to you. They both did.”

“So, everyone always lies except for you, Cersei. Is that’s how it is?”

“Yes! I mean, no. I mean…” she’s babbling in a way she rarely does. Except when she knows she has been caught.

“And tell me, why Septa Lynora would want to inculpate you with something like this?” Joanna can feel the anger building up inside her, forming a tight burning ball in her guts. But she wills herself to keep her voice calm. She doesn’t want to scream at her child. She only wants the truth. “What will she gain from it?”

“I-I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her? She’s…”

“Enough!” Joanna snaps and immediately regrets it when Cersei recoils from her. She breathes deeply and says evenly: “Cersei, you already are in a truly serious problem. If you don’t want to make it worse, you must be honest. Don’t try to deviate from the subject or blame others. Just tell me the full truth.”

Her daughter stays quiet, her face turning pink and her eyes cast down, unable to bear the burden of her mother’s stare.

“Won’t you say anything?” there’s an edge of desperation in Joanna voice. Because she truly wants Cersei to deny what she’s been accused of, and for her denial to make sense, so she can believe her. She wants none of this to be true. But Cersei is silent as a grave. Joanna sights again, “Very well, since you won’t speak to me, I will go. I’ll come back tomorrow and see if you’re willing to tell the truth. You are not allowed to leave your chambers till then.”

Cersei’s rage reawakens: “That’s not fair!” tears of frustration start to stream down her flushed cheeks. “Why don’t you believe me, mother? That serving wench lied to you. We did nothing wrong!”

Joanna is not listening anymore. She turns back and leaves the chambers without another word. Once outside, she begins her trek to the other end of the Rock, where her son has been housed. She has to stop several times on the way to catch her breath and give some relief to her swollen feet that makes every step feel like she’s walking on spikes. After what feels like an eternity, she reaches her son’s door.

Unlike his sister, Jaime receives her without objection. He doesn’t say much, and keeps his head lowered, seemingly unable to meet his mother’s eyes. Seeing him thus makes Joanna’s heart ache even more than Cersei’s harsh words, for she sees an admission of guilt.

“Jaime, look at me,” she keeps her tone calm, but firm, she wants him to know she’s not there to scream and rage at him. Her son looks up tentatively from beneath his eyelashes. “I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be fully honest with me. Were you and Cersei doing what that maid said she saw you do?”

Jaime averts his eyes again and nods. “But we were just playing,” he explains. “We saw the dogs in the kennels doing it, and the horses too. We were trying to imitate them, and it felt good, so…”

“Those aren’t games, Jaime.” Although she feels relieved to hear him describing it as such. They were just children plays; misguided but innocent. Not the unnatural sinful tendencies that Septa Lynora had made them out to be. They are children; they just need to be taught better. “You are not dogs or horses. Children should never do those things, especially if they are siblings.”

“W-we didn’t know that,” he murmurs meekly.

“I believe you,” she says, and Jaime sights relieved. “But, remember what your father said to you the last time you saw him?”

“He said that I was the Lord of Casterly Rock in his absence, and that I had to protect my mother and sister,” he recalls solemnly.

“Precisely. But you did the exact opposite of that today.” Confusion and dismay are plain in Jaime’s face. He knew that he had done wrong, but he hadn’t realized how he had failed his father. “If these were to be known, her reputation would be ruined. She wouldn’t be able to find a good husband.”

“Does she have to get married?”

“Yes,” Joanna’s tone leaves no room for debate. She remembers Cersei’s outrage at the idea of Jaime marring Ella Marbrand; it doesn’t seem so innocent anymore. “It’s inevitable. When she’s of age, she will marry and start a family. And so will you. Or would you have your sister be a spinster?” She makes it sound like a fate worse than death.

Jaime shakes his head. “No, I don’t want that.” His lip trembles and tears began to flow from his emerald eyes. “I’m sorry,” he sobs.

“I forgive you.” Joanna draws her handkerchief and wipes away her son’s tears. “Wrongs done in ignorance can be forgiven. As long as you don’t repeat them. Listen, I know you love your sister. I understand that you feel like you’re two parts of a whole. It makes sense; you’ve been together since before you were born. But there are things that you cannot share with her. Your bond has a limit, and today you have crossed it.” She gently lifts Jaime’s chin with her hand, looking him straight in the eyes. “Promise me, Jaime, that you will never do that again. Or I will have no choice but to tell your father.”

“I promise,” he’s so serious when he says it that Joanna believes him hole-heartily. She draws him to her arms, tucking him under her chin. She begins to rock him gently, letting the warmth of his body permeate her own, overturning all the doubts and fears that besiege her. She feels assured again.

Jaime will be a great knight one day. Cersei will be a great lady. And the child that is coming will follow their lead. 

As long as the Gods give her breath, she’ll make sure of that.

#asoiaf #asoiaf fic #joanna lannister #jaime lannister #cersei lannister #my edits #my fics

[magicismighthq]

Alice Fortescue | 26 | Cis female She/her | Pureblood | Member of The Order | Code 4

“You may not have the stage but you still have a voice. You may not have the strength, but if you have a choice, I dare you to love.”

[tw: alcoholism & infertility]

Cat mom. Bookworm. Tea aficionado. Blonde bombshell. Fashionista. Sweet as her Fortescue ice cream. Protective lioness. Makeup lover. Social butterfly. Dedicated fighter. Soft lover. Fearless.

Alice Fortescue was a shining star from the moment she entered the world. A head full of soft, blonde hair that would become her trademark. And that smile — that smile was charming and never stopped being so. Alice was magnetic but was the kind unable to see the magnitude of her magnetism. She was humble. Being fiercely loving was something she had always had the capacity for. This was another trademark of Alice Fortescue.

Growing up as an only child, Alice had all of her parent’s attention, something she soaked up. Born into a wealthy French family, Alice had everything at her tiny fingertips but even as a small child she didn’t want for much. The only thing Alice remembered from France was running through the complex gardens with her father. It had always been a father-daughter pastime that was unmatched.

To her parent’s dismay, the time in their French manor ended when Alice was four years old. Their financial status fell; they were still wealthy by comparison but it wasn’t what they were used to. Upon the move to London, Florean chose to open an ice cream shop. Alice’s father was a forever child, something his daughter appreciated immensely (even if it drove her mother mad). It became a quick sensation. It was somewhere meant to create smiles and so it did. The Fortescues were making their name known in their new home. Though Alice was elated to spend time at the ice cream shop, she quickly missed the French gardens she and Florean would run through. Whenever she thought about it her heart filled to the brim with joy.

Being pureblood Alice was destined to be a witch, it was just a matter of when her powers would show up. Shockingly, they came immediately following the family’s move to England. Tufts of grass and dandelions trailed her as she walked, mere copycats of her garden in France. However, this quickly turned into Alice touching the ground outside the Fortescue home. They may have lost an amount of wealth due to bad business ventures but had an exquisite home atop a grassy knoll. Thanks to young Alice, the knoll quickly turned into a maze of shrubbery with orchids, sunflowers and baby’s breath poking their heads through the manicured brush. She and her father were once again able to engage in the activity that meant so much to Alice. It’s easy to say that Alice had a great childhood full of connection and support.

The lover of adventures waited with anticipation to receive her letter from Hogwarts. She craved excitement and couldn’t wait to meet her fellow classmates. Coming from France she would be the first Fortescue to attend Hogwarts. Alice bubbled with pride. She was starting a new journey for her family. While it was a heavy weight to carry, Alice did so with grace. The sorting hat gave her a special welcome — to the Gryffindor house. The blonde stood up, smile shining and danced her way to her house’s table introducing herself on the spot.

Life at Hogwarts was a dream. She fell into the part elegantly and with care. Alice’s personality was as eclectic as they came. She brought the Gryffindor house pride by being herself. She won points for her exceptional participation in classes — especially in Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts. The former was a no-brainer but the latter was pleasantly unexpected. She even managed to gain points for her generosity and lending a shoulder to other students.

Alice was a star in her own right but never saw herself as anything special. She was herself. In her eyes she simply acted how any decent person would. This made housemates flock to her. Other houses appreciated her as well but it was her house that adored her willingness to get down into dirt while wearing a white dress. Nothing ever stopped her. If something needed to be done, Alice was front and center. It did get her in a bit of trouble once in a while but her intentions were generally good. It didn’t hurt to have professors tucked away in her pocket.

There were boys. Oh, there were boys. A few girls too. Alice wasn’t shy about her sexuality. She enjoyed the closeness two people could share. Alice was a girl in love with love though didn’t get overly attached. It was the season of love and that’s what she wanted to feel and have others share in here as well.

But then there was a boy. A real boy. A boy who grew up to be a man Alice had a hard time ignoring her pull to. Frank Longbottom. He was so simple compared to her outward nature. While at school she would scribble her name followed by crush’s last names; trying them out to see how they sounded and what she liked. When she got to Longbottom she laughed at the silly name but when she put it next to her first name …Alice Longbottom. It had a special ring to it. Funnily enough, Longbottom was the one she couldn’t approach in a romantic way. She would try to flirt but her fair cheeks always turned bright pink before she had to cover them with her hands. But that boy — Frank Longbottom — he stayed with her. Friends. She knew he was special and wouldn’t let him go.

After graduation Alice had ended up in a relationship. While with him, she had an experience that clouded her very being. Alice had been having unexplained pains. She couldn’t keep food or water down. She had cold sweats before her mother insisted on taking her to St. Mungo’s. It was there that they did an exam and found that Alice had been pregnant but was unable to carry to term. This was a shock. Alice was an adult. Nineteen to be exact. Not being able to carry a child in her womb? Being told that that was an adventure not to be part of her future? She wouldn’t be able to fawn over a child she gave birth to — a lifelong want of hers. The dark cloud brought pain and a change in Alice. The relationship didn’t last.

Still feigning the positive, outgoing, loving person she truly was, Alice’s drinking turned from social to heavy. She became a functioning alcoholic. She was able to get through her days as an Auror, able to get her thorough reports in on time. She still went out with her friends who were oblivious to just how many drinks Alice had. She had always the life of a party so there was no question about her extroverted nature. Until that boy — that Longbottom boy came back around in full force. He noticed.

With only Frank and Mad-Eye knowing, Alice sought help for her drinking. She had pulled back from other friends and family during that time; was easy to blame her absence on the Death Eaters beginning to appear. Luckily at that time there wasn’t as much action as there would soon be. Ironically the Death Eaters became a motivating factor in her sobriety. She couldn’t allow them to ruin her world. She may not have been able to have children but every child brought into the world deserved a good life, not one of fear and persecution.

Following her intense rehab, Alice had to live. She had to fight. She had to be herself. She could play her part in creating a loving world. That was her focus, her plan. The Order had gained an asset in Alice Fortescue. During her time of healing, she had focused on her magical skills. There was shock when her peers saw how much her magic had grown. She had fire in her belly. No one was going to ruin her beautiful, magical world.

↳ Played by: June ↳ Faceclaim: Margot Robbie

#Alice Fortescue #Code: 4 #Affiliation: Order #status: taken

[firecrackerroot]

Baysha: What You Won't Do For Love

Before we sink our teeth into the marvellous meal we’re being served by none other than the two best storytellers in all of WWE, lets do a quick recap, shall we? 

Bayley began her career as an adorable babyface who’s sole purpose was to connect with the kids whereas Sasha was on the complete opposite side of the scale as the heelest to ever heel, tormenting everyone in sight, kids included. (hi, Izzy.) Their paths crossed still on NXT when, in the pursuit of the title, Sasha stepped over Bayley with Becky as her sidepiece only to betray Becky shortly after and give us the TakeOver match where Becky The LassKicker Lynch was born. From then on, their stories were forever intertwined with them meeting once again, this time for the title at NXT TakeOver Brooklyn (I will get back to this story later on) in the match that jump started the Women’s Revolution and again on NXT TakeOver Respect in that gruelling Iron Woman match.

For a year, they were separated with Sasha having a history shattering feud against Charlotte Flair (where they hot-potatoed the RAW title) and where Bayley ruled the NXT women’s division as their fair yet hugable champion. When she was brought up to RAW, Bayley teamed up with Sasha, who then helped her gain her 1st title in spite of Charlotte and their story would’ve been a bouquet of flowers, hugs and healthy friendship blossoming through mutual respect had it not been for the Lion King reenactment at Elimination Chamber 2018.

And thus the tale begins…

You see, the thing about these two and their relationship is that it grew from mutual respect. It grew after their clashing differences met twice, eye to eye, and Bayley surpassed them both times. It grew from the fact that, seeing Bayley’s unwavering resilience even in her heelest of times, Sasha’s heart was touched. Just a little. Just enough. All it takes is one red drop to stain a glass of vibrant blue ink, anyway. From that mutual respect and never ignoring their gigantic differences, these two polar opposites always tried to meet halfway. And when at times it seemed difficult and like neither of them knew how to deal with the shifting tiles underneath their feet, they still tried to talk things through. At first, pacifically. Much like the heartfelt promo Sasha delivered when she said Bayley is her best friend but she’s on strike two for leaving her mid match and where Bayley countered saying she can’t be on her corner, happily, when Sasha kicked her from the top of the EC pod and smiled afterwards. And then… Not so pacifically. For example, they had the also know as unforgettable “high-school lockers” brawl where everything blew up and I will bring that back later on too.

🎶 What you won’t do, do for love. You tried everything but you don’t give up 🎶 

In a desperate measure because, when two best friends are at war, the world will try everything it possibly can to avoid it, GM Kurt Angle sent them to (couples) therapy. Sure we didn’t see all of it but judging from the combination of body language and the words they exchanged, these two wounded lionesses were aiming for each others jugulars with reckless abandon. However, shortly after, they resurfaced on RAW, closer than ever before. During the months that followed, we saw their friendship grow from a hopeless little tree in need of assistance to a magnificent jacaranda. Branches strong enough to withstand the biggest of storms. Flowers so beautiful your eyes get tearful just looking at them. Roots so deep you couldn’t plunk them out of the soil even if hundred men were trying to push it. There was nothing stronger than them, no connection stronger than theirs. It blossomed in the spring. Purpleish. But still in the spring, the inevitable happened. Far too soon. Far too quick. The flowers fell from the tree. The purple disappeared. Gone with the wind. Drowned in waves of blue from different seas. 

 🎶 In my world only you 🎶

Right after our tree was stripped of its purple flowers in the middle of Spring, Bayley moved to Smackdown and with that move, a shift in her attitude was felt. As soon as she arrived, she demanded respect from the current champion, Becky, and she made a point to slap the smugness off of Charlotte’s claims of entitlement. Not only that but, in what seemed to be an odd off handed comment but in retrospect, it was yet another domino piece of the bigger picture, Bayley said: “I left my hugs back on RAW”. 

And, for four months, Bayley wasn’t seen hugging anyone.

For four months, Bayley’s attitude kept shifting every so slightly, as if she was always on edge. Always ready to push against any sign of negative claims or power plays.

For four months, Bayley fought hard, week in and week out, to prove that she was still as strong as before. And she won Money In The Bank. And she became SmackDown women’s champion.

For four months, Bayley was meticulously targeted by Alexa Bliss and Charlotte Flair. Before and after becoming champion. Both of which calling her undeserving. Fake. Everything a champion should never be. Everything a champion isn’t. A placeholder. A loser.

You see. Sasha Banks made that mistake once. And then never again.

At NXT TakeOver: Brooklyn, the pivotal moment of their match was when, riding the wave of her bravado, Sasha cornered Bayley and kept repeating, time after time: “you think you’re better than me, Bayley? You think you're better because all these people love you? You’ll never beat me. You’re such a loser. You're pathetic.” That egotistical display was enough to release Bayley from her “love not war” shackles and she proceeded onto destroying Sasha until she held the title above her head.

Charlotte and Alexa insisted on the insults, despite Bayley physically showing them that she wasn’t comfortable with it. That they were out of line. And recently, she made a point to tell Charlotte exactly that. That she is the champion Charlotte never was and never will be. She may not be a poster child but she is the poster any child would have on the wall. (and then she pushed Charlotte off of a chair. Please don’t forget that.)

For four months, Bayley fought alone. But Sasha kept watering the tree.

While Bayley was shinning brighter and brighter, making her presence heard through the shifts in her attitude, Sasha was lurking in the shadows. Watering the tree. Taking care of the branches. Making sure the roots didn’t break through the ground.

🎶 Make me do for love what I would not do 🎶

Until it was time to blossom again. Until it was time for Sasha to walk out of where she was, waiting, patiently, recovering, recharging. Until it was time for the flowers to start to growing again. Except now it’s summer. And purple flowers don’t grow in the summer. Or else they’ll burn under the heat. Except now things aren’t the same as before so where does their friendship stand? What are they loyal to? Each other or their own goals? Their friendship or the gold? The roots or the branches?

For three weeks, they walked separately. Sasha showing the reasons for her return on RAW and Bayley continuing her shift on Smackdown.

For three weeks, they moved separately. Sasha attacking whoever she pleased on RAW, for her own goals or personal vendettas, and Bayley continued to fight against the perpetual image people have of her not being enough.

For three weeks, they were the embodiment of everything they accused each other to be on that “high-school lockers” brawl. Sasha did whatever she wanted for her career because she is “the legit boss” and Bayley was, at everyone’s eyes, a loser.

On the 4th week, their paths crossed, at last. Sasha’s “career” entered the ring as Bayley’s partner and Bayley entered the ring partnering with yet another example of why she was, at everyone’s eyes, a loser.

Don’t tell me that, after reading all this, you still think this would’ve happened another way?

Don’t tell me that, after reading all this, you still don’t understand why?

Don’t tell me that, after reading all this, you still believe Sasha is pulling the strings on Bayley as much as Bayley isn’t doing exactly what she wants to do?

Don’t tell me. Because you’re wrong.

🎶 I came back to let you know. Got a thing for you and I can’t let go 🎶

You don’t need to understand how a tree grows. You just need to witness it. And if you understand how it works, how the miracle happens, you’re one of the lucky few. And once. Every blue moon. You’ll be blessed with blue flowers growing in the summer. Proving everyone wrong. Showing them that despite all odds, if you care enough about something, it will grow. It will prosper. It will-

But wait.

What about the kids, Bayley asks.

Its all about loyalty, Bayley says.

The means don’t justify the ends, everyone thinks.

But this isn’t what everyone thinks now, is it?

And if you can’t understand it by now, I’m not going to be the one telling you.

Love,

Dark Moon -S

PS: Bayley made her decision to be heard using the same gear she had when Sasha told her she loved her a year ago and they made the decision to be heard using the same gear they had when everything slipped right under their hands. There is no stronger connection.

#baysha #bayley #sasha banks #man i haven't done one of these in years #hope it makes sense #anyway #blue tips bayley is coming #keep your enemies closer #i mean #what #can't wait for survivor series

[riviae]

not to get like emotional on main, but imagine the first time ciri makes a surprise visit to corvo bianco: 

at first, geralt thinks he’s seeing things. ciri’s busy & she’s a witcher now, no longer just a ward of a bitter old man, but someone strong, capable, with the same headstrong tendencies he had when he was her age. having learned all she could from him, she’d then taken to the path better than any other witcher geralt had known--he’d even heard tales of her heroism as far south as toussaint, about how she’d traveled all across the continent on her steed, equal parts legend & ghost story. wherever chaos & evil festered, an ashen-haired woman with bright green eyes and a scarred cheek will suddenly appear, as if from the aether itself, moving with the grace & speed of a nightwraith, only to disappear come morning. never in one place for long, the woman--or apparition, as some believed--wrought justice with her sword, leaving a trail of death in her wake. she took trophies from her kills regardless of whether they were human or beast as her payment, but never asked for coin from those she saved.

geralt had opened the door the moment he heard the sound of hoofbeats on cobblestone, leaning against the doorway as he watched ciri’s approach. now,  he stepped out from the shadows and into the light of the morning, ignoring B.B’s insistence on shutting the door, moths and other critters be damned. as he stared at the woman who was undoubtedly the child he saved all those years ago, a momentary flicker of nostalgia overtook him. was this how vesemir felt when he returned to the Keep? it wasn’t like he visited vesemir that often in his youth--only returning to kaer morhen in the winter when he didn’t have a place to stay for the season or was running low on coin (something he sincerely regretted now). but here ciri was, his daughter, his destiny, bright green eyes & ashen hair, practically beaming at him as she dismounted from her horse, the handle of the silver witcher sword he made for her peeking from behind her back. 

geralt tried to stifle the sudden wave of emotion he feels as she stands before him, one hand at her hip, the other reaching to pull back the hood of her cape, revealing her signature hair style: a messy bun framed by long bangs. her hair’s grown a bit longer, she had forgone some of the eye make-up she normally wore, and her clothing had changed; she wore the new armor well, the extra padding, leather, and chainmail taking on an almost bronze sheen in the toussaint sun. her boots and gloves were the same from when she was on the run from the wild hunt, but he could tell that ciri had used the armor repair kit he had given her when they were back in velen training. she looked like a real witcher. 

she is a real witcher, geralt corrected himself, another swell of pride and adoration threatening to rob him of his classic witcher stare. for all that had changed in the past year, some things still stayed the same. his lips curled upwards at the thought, at knowing ciri would always come back, would always be his daughter, that he had a home & a family he loved, something almost completely unheard of for witchers. 

geralt was happy, genuinely happy, & the realization only broadened his smile. there was no use in trying to hide it, anyway. even as a child, ciri had been able to see past every facade he’d put up. 

it’s automatic, the shift from his rigid witcher stance to open, relaxed, and content as ciri launches herself at him, laughing when her forehead accidentally knocks against his chin. her arms loosely curl around his neck as she stands on her tiptoes to kiss his temple, the touch soft and feather-light. geralt pulls her closer to him in return, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground. they spin together, ciri playfully flailing her legs & giggling as she held on tightly to geralt. at the sound of her laughter, he laughs too, the rest of the world falling away. there is only ciri, the feeling of her hair against his face, the warmth of her hands against his back, the weight of her as he spins her around in a tight embrace. eventually, he slows to a stop, letting her boots find purchase on the stone before he pulls away, cat eyes blinking slowly in pure contentment at the sight of her, cheeks flushed, locks of hair swept across her face. she gives a wide grin that would put even dandelion’s most charming theatre smile to shame. 

“missed me?” ciri asks, still a bit breathless. she raises a brow before he can respond, as if to say don’t even try it, & geralt can only give a soft snort. 

“yeah, i did.” the raw honesty in his voice, the slight waver in his timbre, shocks him. to distract himself as well as ciri from his sudden moment of vulnerability, he purposefully ruffles her hair the same way she hated when she was a kid. 

i really am getting old... geralt thinks to himself, but the thought doesn’t bother him. it’s a testament to the ferocity in which he lived; the urge to survive, to see another day, to be there for the people he cared about, had kept him alive after suffering wounds that should have killed him. 

ciri bats his hand away, a sharp retort at the edge of her tongue, only to fall silent as a certain sorceress appeared in the doorway. 

“hello, my little ugly duckling.” yennefer says, voice warm & light. her violet eyes soften at the sight of her daughter, love thrumming through her veins like magic. 

ciri runs to her, squeezes the sorceress into as tight a hug as she can, face buried in the woman’s curly black hair. the fierceness of her embrace reminds yennefer of one of ciri’s title’s: the lion cub on cintra. but she isn’t a lion cub, not anymore, a thought that saddens & pleases the sorceress in equal measure. ciri had lived much longer than anyone thought she would given that the entire continent had been after her and her bloodline--ciri had been cursed, blessed, hunted, tortured... but those were thoughts better left in the past. what mattered was that she had survived & was now thriving in her new occupation. 

no, you’re a lioness now, yennefer thinks to herself, beyond proud of the young woman her daughter had become. soon, they both fall to their knees, a few happy tears escaping ciri’s eyes that she desperately tries to rub away with the back of her glove. 

“hush now. it’s alright. welcome home, my daughter. oh, how i’ve missed you.” yennefer soothes, brushing her hand through ciri’s hair. 

ciri’s cries grow louder as she clings to the sorceress, every pent up emotion from her past year on the path flooding out of her without her permission--as if she were hit by a spell. in the arms of the woman she saw as her mother, ciri allowed her barriers to fall away--to let herself cry & be comforted in turn. she sobbed into yennefer’s clothes, shaking at the extent of her catharsis as the sorceress hummed comfortingly in her ear, rubbing her back in gentle circles. 

geralt watches the exchange, watches the two most important women in his life hold each other & knows that it isn’t his time to intrude. his family was here with him, alive, & though they all still carried the scars of the past, they were healing. everything had been worth it, in the end. they had gotten their happy ending. 

a flash of black in his periphery drew the witcher’s attention away from ciri and yen. in a nearby tree, geralt saw a familiar raven, the single silver-streaked feather at its breast betraying just who had sent the corvid to begin with. 

regis... of course he’d be the first to notice ciri’s return. 

geralt approached the bird, folding his arms before sighing. “tell regis he’s welcome to come to corvo bianco whenever he wants to see ciri... but only if he brings his mandrake brew.” 

the witcher watched the raven fly away, shaking his head fondly. 

#cirilla fiona elen riannon #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #i like writing fluffy things lol #i'd tag regis too but he's only briefly mentioned #anyway hope y'all enjoy this :D