#march comes in like a lion masterlist

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i LOVE Baby Fever!

I know it says your requests are closed, but mind if I submit a Baby Fever idea for a rainy day if you ever need it?

I had to take my kid to the dentist for th3e first time the other day and she was a wreck, and it got me wondering what it would look like Loki was comforting Ella before she has to do something scary, like go to the dentist or the first time.

If that's not inspiring, it can be anything, like a first performance, first day at school, or another situation that would be frightening for a child? I bet you'd make something lovely.

Biggest Fear

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki, Ella & Narfi

Summary: It's time to pay the dentist a visit - which is Narfi's biggest fear...

Warnings: angst, fluff

Word Count: 998

a/n: I loved this idea so much, but I don't know if I like what I wrote... I don't know if I got it right... I struggled a bit, but well... I hope you guys like it! :)

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"Ella?" Loki called out for his daughter, before walking inside the living room, where she sat on the sofa and watched TV. "Come on, princess. We have to go," he said; her little jacket in his big hands. Ella looked up; nodding at him. "I'm coming, daddy." She reached for the remote and switched off the telly. "Where's your brother?" The young girl shrugged her shoulders as she hopped down from the sofa. "I dunno. Probably hiding in his room, because he's afraid and doesn't want to go." Realisation dawned on Loki. He should've known. He should've seen it coming. "Alright. I'll look after him. Be a good girl and get dressed already, yes?" "Sure, daddy." Ella took her jacket from Loki and marched off into direction main door. Sighing, the god made his way to his son's room. He found the door open, "Narfi?" so he stepped inside. Looking around, the little boy was nowhere to be seen. "Narfi, we have to go. I know you're in here; hiding somewhere…"

A small head full of black curls appeared from behind the huge lion plushie, which the boy had been gifted by his uncle Scott. "I don want to go, dada..." The two-and-a-half-year-old whispered; already fighting the tears. Loki's heart cracked at the sight; his expression turning immediately incredibly soft. "I know, little prince..." He said, squatting down and opening his arms. An offer the little boy took gladly. He literally ran into his father's arms. "But we have to go to the dentist. It's important."

Yes... The constantly recurring dentist problem... It wasn't Narfi's first time to pay the doctor a visit, but given the fact that his first time having his little teeth checked was quite traumatizing for the little boy, he was afraid to go again - understandably. Loki hated to push him through this again and again, but he had to, unfortunately. Sure, he tried several times to still his fears, but in vain...

Narfi shook his head; rubbing his eyes. He was still fighting the tears, but his bottom lip wobbled dangerously. "I'm afwaid, dada." Loki pressed a lingering kiss on Narfi's forehead. "I know you are - and that's okay. We all have something we are afraid of. But... You don't want to be afraid of Dr. Felix, do you?" "Nu.Uh." "See? I promise I'll be there the whole time. I'll hold your hand and I am not letting go. And your sister will be there, too. Okay?" Loki could still see the fear in his son's eyes, as a few big tears rolled down the boy's cerulean cheeks. "O-Okay..." The god gave him a soft smile and pressed another kiss on his face - this time it was the left cheek. "Let's go then." Loki stood up; taking the boy with him and carrying him within his arms. "Besides, how can we be sure that your little toothies are growing the way they should?" He added; gently tickling Narfi's tummy with one hand. It caused him to giggle and smile at least a bit.

Once everybody was ready, Loki took his two kids to Dr. Felix. Unfortunately, Narfi's fear didn't ease up. Rather quite the opposite... The more time that passed and the closer they got to be called up, the small boy's fear increased continuously. While Ella was completely chilled and was having fun in the little kid's corner of the waiting room, Narfi's grip on Loki tightened with every passing minute. He was holding on to his father for dear life. Loki tried of course to reassure him; stroke soothing circles across his small back and whisper sweet encouragements inside his ear. It was helping a bit, but not to a full extent.

Therefore, it was almost like a nightmare coming true for the little Frost Giant, when a nurse entered the waiting room and called up both, his and Ella's name. Loki was about to stand up and carry Narfi again, when he literally clasped onto Loki's emerald green shirt; every muscle in his body tightening. Thick tears rolled down Narfi's cheeks again. "Daddy, don wanna go," he sobbed into the god's shirt; wetting it. "I know, little prince, but we have to. I'm sorry."

Ella saw the scenes unfolding as well. When she saw her brother like this, her expression soft. A small hand landed on Narfi's back as well. "Don't cry, Narfi. I was afraid of Dr. Felix, too the first time, but he's just trying to help you." Narfi turned slowly in his dad's arms to look at his big sister. "You are afwaid, too?" He asked; rubbing his red, swollen eyes. "I was, yes, but I know that we can do this together." The little boy looked up at his sister with big, ruby eyes. "Togefwa?" Ella smiled, "Together." and reached for Narfi's hand. He took it, of course. Loki let him down and watched how his eldest child led his youngest child towards the door of the waiting room. The god could literally feel the love pumping through his veins. He stood up and quickly went to follow them.

Ella squeezed Narfi's small hand gently, whispering: "I am going to hold your hand and I promise I won't let go, okay?" Loki could see the boy nodding, before he inched closer to his sister. At that gesture, Loki's heart almost bursted; seeing how much Ella loved her younger brother and how she took care of him.

Due to Ella's positive effect on Narfi, went the actual dentist appointment very smoothly. Sure, Narfi had been still afraid, but Ella managed to still most of his fears. She was everything what Narfi needed in that moment - and she was there for him. After the appointment, Loki took both kids to eat some ice cream. They had clearly deserved one. Both of them.

From that point on, Narfi wasn't that afraid anymore to go to the dentist - as long as Ella was with him.

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #loki #loki fanfiction #loki x y/n #loki fluff #loki laufeyson x reader

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hi, i'm not the same anon but i would like to hear more about the fyuuture kid au 👉👈 especially about riddle!!

hello new friend, you picked someone who is having a real bad time in this au (ﾟωﾟ；)

I am going to give some general information about Yutu and then move on to some Riddle specific stuff.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, general au explanation can be found here, and the posts can be found on my masterlist under the series section.

General Yutu Facts

"Yutu" is supposed to be a fake name fyuuture kid is using to help hide his identity, but I am open to suggestions on that. Originally he didn't remember his name and Crowley picked it out for him, but I like the idea of "Yuu two" being a nickname he had in both your world and Twisted Wonderland and picked as his alias to honor his parent. Yutu really admires Yuu, he has nothing but empathy for your situation and respect for your strength, and while he certainly fought with you from time to time (some Yutus more than others) he wants to be like you.

That desire was very much cemented when he heard about how you won against the overblot phantoms. Yutu's unique magic changes depending on who his dad is, but all Yutus have extensive experience in combat magic and have fought a lot of monsters. Including overblot phantoms, same as you. His fights didn't go as well though... he's extremely afraid of the Great Seven's phantoms and has regular nightmares about them.

Back to the names... I didn't have names picked out for every version of Yutu, but Riddle does happen to have been one of them. His real name was supposed to be March, yes like the march hare but if I'm honest I was more thinking about the saying "in like a lion out a lamb" because I thought that described Riddle's temper pretty well.

The other ones I picked out I still like are Merrin (I swear I found it on a list of mountain themed names??? But it means sea born or pearl of the sea), Laurie (yes like little women, his unique magic was supposed to something to do with painting), and Roland (I have an unironic love for French peerage ok please do not judge me).

Some of the Yutus were meant to have older siblings who stayed behind in Twisted Wonderland (Riddle! Yutu wasn't one of them), but that was very much an idea I didn't develop extensively since it was more left over from Fire Emblem Awakening. I wanted there to be a Lucina type older sibling character who was very protective of Yutu and wanting a future where he gets to stay in Twisted Wonderland and they get to be a happy family. But again I didn't cook this idea extensively so idk how to feel about keeping it as a part of the ayuu.

Anyway on to the Riddle specific stuff ¬‿¬

So that bit about Yutu's real name coming from a description from Riddle's temper: I like to leave what Yutu looks like up to the reader, but Riddle! Yutu if nothing else took two things from his father, his (lack of) height and his temper. His facial expressions when pouting and angry are eerily similar, and they both have a strong affinity for fire. Riddle! Yutu is a lot like Riddle Tsum now that I think about it? Very high energy and likes to jump around all over the place, but determined to be at least somewhat dignified.

Since traveling back in time Yutu has been "studying" with Grim to try and get his flames hot enough to burn blue to flex on his dad and to bond with the monster. He usually just ends up watching him though, the mental image he had of Grim vs what the little guy is actually like is really wild.

Back to the temper, unlike Riddle Yutu wasn't home schooled so he got into a lot of trouble for losing it on other students. He had a chip on his shoulder about not having a dad, having a parent with amnesia, and especially about being short oh god he is so spiteful about that. He got sent to detention a lot, and shamefully it made him fight with Yuu a lot too. Not that he hates Yuu, he was just very emotional and not always the easiest to deal with. His last few interactions with Yuu before they died were very strained, and he is filled with remorse for a bunch of stupid things he said.

When he gets to the point where he has to admit to Yuu who he is there is going to be a lot of crying and begging for forgiveness. He was a stupid, angry kid who just wanted to know who he was and didn't feel like he belonged lashing out at the one person who he knew wanting nothing but the best for him. He doesn't really feel the need to ask for forgiveness from his dad (yet)... by the time Yutu was isekaid into Twisted Wonderland Riddle had been corrupted by his overblot phantom and was wrecking the Queendom of Roses so he never really met the real Riddle until he traveled back in time.

He also got compared to Riddle a lot, Yutu isn't stupid by any means but because of all that time spent in detention he is a bit behind on the fundamentals. Not to mention all Riddle has done up to this point is practice magic and Yutu only just found out it was real so of course there was going to be a skill gap! But still, he's Riddle's son and Riddle was a very memorable student for Crewel, so Yutu was guaranteed to hear some comparisons. It didn't help the daddy issues though...

Speaking of Yutu's time at NRC, he did get placed into Heartslabyul by the Dark Mirror and he does know all 810 rules of the Queen's rules. He's not as obsessed with them as Riddle is but he still knows what he's supposed to do and tries to be on his best behavior. He was not interested in being dorm leader and wanted to instead focus on the things Yuu always encouraged him to do, like controlling his temper and getting good grades.

I sort of like the idea of his unique magic being the ability to grow/shrink because in the book Rule 42 of the Queen of Hearts says “All persons more than a mile high to leave the court" and I like the idea of him trying to use his spell to get out of arguments with his dad.

Riddle has no idea that Yutu hates him... at first. This is partially because Yutu is usually very polite to him and partially because he is utterly unaware of how much people are afraid of him in general, but he starts to pick up on it when he tries to interact with Yuu. He wants to have a private tea party with just Yuu? Well Yutu immediately starts acting like this is somehow scandalous and calls him out on his feelings in front of the prefect and he wants to lose it so badly- Yuu agrees anyway and Riddle immediately gets unreasonably smug while Yutu pouts. Take that sucker! He's going to study with the prefect all alone and since it's Riddle you know you really are just going to study.

I don't think Riddle really considers Yutu a rival for Yuu's romantic attention, partially because he isn't fully aware of what it is he feels for Yuu, but even if he was. Riddle knows that Yuu sees Yutu as someone under their care similar to Grim, they actually talk to him about it quite a bit and he has no issue with that. He is actually sort of grateful for Yutu's existence since it has given him an excuse to talk to Yuu more and let them know how he respects them.

Yutu's academic struggles are something that actually bring him closer to Riddle ironically enough. Riddle has created study guides for Yuu and Grim before, he has no problem doing that for Yutu and inviting himself over to give instructions.

"Did you not get a lot of help from your parents?" Riddle sounds nervous, and he should it's an invasive question to ask. Yutu wants to be angry, but when he looks at Riddle, he just feels sad. "Not that it is any of my business really but well. I just noticed you never really talk about them, even to Yuu."

"My dad wasn't really around." He forces himself to look at Riddle when he says it, but it doesn't make him feel any better. If anything it makes Yutu feel worse, he knows about as much about Riddle as Riddle knows about him now that he's forced to look at him. "And my other parent... they tried really hard. But I wasn't always willing to accept it."

"I can't say I understand what that would be like." Riddle looks like he is trying to and that should be what he wants, right? "My mother home schooled me so it's hard for me to understand that someone's parents wouldn't be a constant figure in their schooling."

"You were home schooled?"

Yutu didn't know anything about his grandmother, it didn't even really occur to him that he had one and once he learns about her... well it certainly makes things make a lot more sense. He doesn't want to meet her, but he is curious about what she thought about his parent. What would she think about him? Does he even want to know?

My last concrete thought is that Yutu doesn't really get the whole horse girl thing. He is sort of afraid of horses actually, but I can see him maybe wanting to ride with Riddle once their relationship gets a bit better just to do something with him.

I like the idea of Riddle! Yutu being very into baseball for some reason and there's no way he's going to convince his dad to do that with him ha. Well not in this timeline anyway, I can see good timeline Riddle doing a bunch of research on baseball so he can talk to his kid about it. And showing up to all his matches to scream in support of his kid instead of at the coaches. He is breaking the cycle we love to see it.

#<3 asks #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #future kid au #riddle rosehearts x yuu #riddle rosehearts x reader

[short-honey-badger]

Life Imitates Art

Heyy. So after a lil brainstorming and talking with @writingmysanity, this has been born. I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

Warnings! None yet!

You examine yourself in the mirror, your makeup looks good, but there is just something missing from the ensemble. You brighten when it hits you and you dip the brush into the red face paint. You lean in closer and then carefully begin to dab it on the very tip of your nose. When you are finished, you drop the brush and grin widely at your reflection. 

Red has been artfully smeared across your mouth giving you a permanent smile while blue has been swiped vertically across both eyes. Crossed bones have been painstakingly painted on your forehead and your new red nose completes it. You braid your hair and then tie on the red and white striped bandana. All in all, you look like the man you admire, the man who saved your life so long ago, even if he didn't know it.

The Buggy Pirates and a group of Marines battled it out in the middle of a small town on an island in the East Blue. It was rumored that the island held riches, and that had been all that Buggy needed to hear before he and his crew had swooped in on the unsuspecting town. You, young and impressionable at the time, had watched in fascination as the pirates plundered the town. 

The captain and his crew picked and marched their way through the poor district of the town, leaving the haggard weary townspeople be. You followed after them, quick on your feet after years of running from the men in the blue coats and black sticks. You followed them until they came to the Top City, where the horrible people spit at you and your hand-me-down clothes whenever you came near. You watched with rising awe as a lion of all things toppled the large doors that separated the two districts.

The raiding truly began now that the pirates were inside and chaos quickly began to consume the streets. They broke into the impressive housing and overpriced stores, stealing anything that caught their eyes. You followed the man with the bright red nose and the massive hat with blue hair? down the street until he arrived at the bank. He cackled as he demanded the owner pack their own cash and treasure up or else things would get Choppy. 

Well, someone must have called the Navy because soon shots were being fired from all directions. Buggy laughed even louder and engaged in the fight, something he usually would not do, but you would come to find that out later. Turned out that not even Buggy the Clown would turn away from a fight when it would prove too advantageous to him. 

The fighting didn't last long. While prosperous, the military presence on the island was small and soon the Buggy Pirates stood victorious in the streets. There were a few losses and so it was proposed that they would stay here for a while to heal and recoup. Things changed for you and everyone else on that tiny island in the month and a half that the pirates stayed. While a significant difference still remained between the two directs, the poor were not so poor anymore. Not when the pirates preferred to spend their money at the bars and shops in the harbor.

It was after Buggy left that you started to dress like him. People left you alone that way, thinking that you were a crew member left behind. You liked it, it gave you the freedom you needed, that you wanted so you could be yourself. So, you learned how to steal, how to pickpocket, and how to sail a ship. You interfered on his behalf when you could. Changing news articles and threatening reporters with your little lie about being part of the Clown's crew. You spewed lies and whispered in the right ears to throw the navy off of his trail. Buggy had set you free, and you needed to repay that debt, no matter how long it would take.  

You huff. Years it would take. The longer you trailed after the Captain like some loyal puppy, the more you found out about him. Buggy the Clown was a paranoid bastard with self-esteem issues the size of the sun. He questioned anything and everyone unless they were part of his crew, and you learned that he could be cruel. 

But you also see how can be kind. He frowns harshly at the state of a decaying village while the highborn nobles laugh in their high towers. How, like some fairytale antihero, Buggy gave back to the struggling outer cities all across the sea. You came to admire, maybe even love, you weren't really sure yet, the Bombastic Clown, and you would give anything to thank him. If only the paranoid pirate wasn't always one step ahead of you. 

You had overheard that Buggy had left just that morning, and you cursed again for being literal hours behind him. You check your appearance one last time and then head out of the hotel room after shrugging on your long coat, ready to fish for rumors once more. 

Unknown to you, this would be your lucky day, because Buggy had yet to leave. The Captain had heard about his little shadow, and boy was he eager to meet you.      

#fanfic #reader insert #one piece #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #one piece live action #fluff #smut

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𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐

Summary: Your journey is quickly put to an end. Everybody put your love for Aemond to the test.

Warning: angst, mention of rape Masterlist (Part 21 - Part 23)

A/N: Fire & Blood spoilers. (yes, spoiled myself, will regret it later in 2024, hope I forget until then.) [update: I won't.]

You could clearly witness the decline the war had on Aemond’s temper and spirit as he was struggling through his grief and wrath, the former an emotion he refused to display to anyone. His paranoia and fierceness had doubled and you could see what Daeron had meant when he had shared with you his concern about your husband’s previous behaviour during combat, mercilessly killing and burning everything on his path.

You had gone through a big argument with Aemond when he had forced you to leave. You could not find the strength to leave him after everything that happened, as you feared that you may have little time left with him now. But he has been deaf to your plea. Only when you witnessed his anger shift into something else entirely, not able to hold back his concerned and exhausted features, lips trembling and unable to utter another word as you challenged him, that you had yielded to his demand. You had understood then, what he was sacrificing. He was taking you out of the picture, he had too. He was shutting down everything he cared for in order to win the war. To protect his family. For you. For your child. You would do as commanded.

Aemond had sent you away in the utmost secrecy.

You had passed the Lion Gate in disguise, without encountering any trouble, Ser Marston leading the way and your assigned lady-in-waiting, Lady Wormwood, closing the march and always glancing around like she feared an attack at any moment. And she had been right.

After an hour on the road, following the Nera west, three distinct sounds of hooves made the Kingsguard glance back and draw his sword at once. But the three riders were on you in an instant at gallop speed, slashing Ser Marston’s horse, making him fall on the ground in an agonising neigh. Lady Wormwood screamed, her horse prancing as the two other riders surrounded yours, preventing you from moving as the knight screamed for you to escape. After that everything had gone fast.

Ser Marston was on the ground, struggling to slide from under his horse as he groaned in pain, stopped by this assailant’s sword pointed at his neck. You were lifted from your horse by one of the two other men, and forced to sit with him.

You struggled and screamed, but the road was deserted, and you saw your lady-in-waiting being shoved off her horse and bound by the third man, a gag put over her mouth.

You were still able to cry out but one of the men yelled to leave the other woman, allowing you to punch your captor in the stomach. He groaned and immediately restrained your arms, putting you close against him. You felt something hit you hard on your skull, and then all was black.

You heard the sound of water, dripping. Blurry memories came back to you, the sensation of being laid on a shaking ground, laying on hard wood, voices around that you could not understand. Your head throbbed, and more memories came. The sound of hooves, the screams of a woman, and now you could clearly hear the clashing of waves. You opened your eyes.

Bright light made you blink, and hunger was making you feel like a knot had been tied in your stomach.

“Try to sit up slowly Y/N.” came a voice over the side of the bed you were in. You blinked again.

“Rhaena?”

The girl smiled at you, squeezing the cloth she had dipped into water to put it over your forehead. You welcomed the feeling as you took in your surroundings.

You were in a chamber with high windows, and although you could not see it, you could hear the waves falling onto the shore.

“Where am I?” you asked, panic slowly filling you.

“Driftmark. Do not worry, no one will come for you here.”

You watched her incredulously as she put the cloth aside and took your hand. You were still processing what was happening, feeling like you were at Dragonstone again, enjoying Rhaena’s, Baela’s, Jace’s and Luke’s presence, your friends. But your breath got stuck in your lungs and you jerked up your head to her, eyes wide as you realised that you were not supposed to be here. You had been taken. You were now in Black territory.

“Rhaena, what will happen to me?”

“Rhaena is with her at this moment,” entered Ser Lorent, the Lord Commander of the Queensguard after making sure that his kin was in good hands.

“This is all very well but why bring her here, to Driftmark?” asked Daemon in a slight appalled tone, looking at his wife and in parallel, to his previous lover, the White Worm.

“The Greens won’t expect us to bring her here, if they even find out she is gone, they will turn to Dragonstone,” had answered Rhaenyra, who was anxiously glancing at her son who had not said a word since you had arrived.

“If they ever find out?” Daemon repeated. “Surely they know already! What about her companions?”

“They both had been safely tucked away,” spoke the White Worm. “They won’t be able to report back at all. For all we know, the Greens still believe that she is on her way to her destination. This was an unofficial journey.”

All around the table nodded in agreement, all except one.

Ulf the White was deeply thinking, not missing a single word of what was said about you, the alleged “stolen jewel” of Prince Aemond Targaryen. Ulf, the latest addition to the Black force, the new rider of the dragon Silverwing, was an ambitious man, greedy. But for now, he only listened.

“I thought we were planning on rescuing her from King’s Landing, not abduct her!” Jacaerys finally spoke, waving an angry hand towards the Mistress of Whisperers.

“I had to act fast. Make a drastic choice,” she answered, tone cold. “Time was running out and nothing indicated that she would have followed without resistance as we were not able to contact her beforehand.”

Jacaerys held her gaze, not satisfied. Daemon put a stop to their feud.

“This was unnecessary. The Kinslayer does not bother causing bloodshed, why would we? We have what they want, a leverage, a chance for us to take Vhagar out in the open and get rid of. Why not use it? They will know she is gone soon enough anyway.”

“No.” Came the plain answer of the Black Queen, arguing with her clan again. She sighed. “She will remain hidden until we decide what to do. We cannot show our hand until then. Our success in the usurper’s death changes everything, we have to assess how they react first, then act in consequences.”

Daemon smirked in frustration, tapping on the hilt of his sword with his fingers.

“I think sending his own wife away shows quite clearly how panicked the little murderer is, we should strike now.”

“I want to talk to her,” intervened Jacaerys.

“You will not,” answered her mother at once. “I gave specific instructions to Rhaena to come find me as soon as she wakes up. I need to know where she stands.”

Jacaerys looked up at her, fuming, but said nothing as he lowered his head in obedience. It was at this moment Daemon’s daughter chose to enter.

“She is awake.”

As he watched the Queen leave the room, Ulf the White’s plan took form more clearly in his mind.

You had remained in your room, freezing, arms around your knees, wondering what will become of you now. Rhaena had reassured you, telling you that nobody was willing to harm you here, that she felt sorry for what had happened to you while you were at the Greens’ mercy and that the Black Queen would remedy that. You did not have the strength to contradict her, to tell her that what you had been through, what you had lived with Aemond, all of it, had been by choice, that you regretted nothing. You had, however, shed a tear when you thought about the affection you still held for the Blacks. For Jacaerys and Baela. You only remained silent, unable to think, unable to move as Rhaena stood up and left the room.

You stared into emptiness as you shivered, your head dreading the moment Aemond would learn of your disappearance, and your imagination went wild as every scenario coming into your mind were as horrifying as the next, feeling utterly powerless. You could not be here. You belonged with him. With Aemond.

The door creaked open and you raised your head to see none other than the Black Queen enter, alone. She took a moment to glance at you before gently closing the door, walking up to you.

You could see how much the war had tired her, how much her features had changed in the span of only a few months, how much every decision and every loss she had endured had led her to a dark path she could not back away from. She was the Queen, rider of Syrax daughter of the late King Viserys, the Targaryen’s dynasty on her shoulders.

“Where is Ser Marston? And Lady Wormwood?” you spoke as soon as you were able.

“Do not fret, they are all safe. As you are.”

“A prisoner,” you concluded.

Rhaenyra stared at you before lowering herself on the chair at your side, where Rhaena had been before.

“I am sorry for what happened to you. But you are not a prisoner, we always cared about you Y/N. My only regret is letting you go to Storm’s End that day.”

You stopped a tear from rolling on your cheek, the thought of the last moment you had spent with her son, with Lucerys, vivid in your mind again. You were sure Rhaenyra was thinking of it too. Her regrets were not about you, but you shared your grief with her anyway.

“I did not wish for any of this to happen to him-. I-” you sobbed, lips trembling, exhaustion taking the better of you. Rhaenyra reached for your face tenderly.

“I know my child, I know. This is not your fault. They will pay for their treachery. For their crimes. The Greens will have what they deserve.”

Her eyes had hardened as she said this last piece, and your dread came back, emerging like a weapon raising inside your heart.

“Will you not spare them?” you had asked, gaze almost imploring. The Queen frowned a bit.

“Y/N, they used you for your father’s support, robbing me of the best councillor my father had. The Kinslayer kidnapped you from a family you were meant to marry. You must find it in your heart to see how wrong their deeds are. Whatever pity or compassion you feel for them, this is not real.”

“Not real?” you spoke harshly. “Do you truly believe that such emotions can be fabricated?”

Your voice was trembling with disbelief, the words of the woman in front of you sounding false. But Rhaenyra looked at you worryingly before grabbing your hand swiftly, squeezing it in an attempt to bring you to her own reality.

“What you feel is merely a tool you had to use in order to survive, and slowly it has blinded your judgement. You will come to realise it soon enough as you find yourself again.”

You shook your head in contestation, tears finally rolling free.

“My judgement is not blinded, and my compassion, my love is real, it has always been real. You of all people should understand, your Grace. We do not choose who we love, we are only doomed to yearn for it.”

She looked at you slightly appalled, her lips parting. She was bracing herself for your words to come out, the hard truth.

“Did you ever doubt your feelings to be real when you fell in love with the man you were forbidden to marry? Thought it to be naught when your desires for that same man, who had always desired your birthright, claimed your seat and your brother’s egg, still lingered?”

You watched her face decompose slowly. You carried on.

“Did your affection ever falter as he abandoned you when you needed him the most? In those moments, did you not wish that you could make those feelings disappear, and be done with it?”

You remembered when you had thought Aemond to be the father of the twins. You remembered when you had learned that he was to be betrothed to another. You remembered when he had been the one to hold your heart hostage. Always.

“In the end of your Grace, we cannot control it,” you concluded, your voice only a whisper. “No matter what we do, we will always love them more than anything they could ever do wrong.”

Rhaenyra remained silent, lips in a thin line. Everything you just told strongly resonated within her as she realised that you had chosen your path, even if it meant suffering. But deep down, she understood, and blamed the Mother to have indulged upon you the curse of loving Aemond Targaryen, the murderer who did not deserve any kind of affection. Her hatred came back in waves at the thought.

“Aemond murdered my son,” she whispered coldly as sole response, her heart still beating from your words. Your eyes shifted into deep sorrow as you gathered the courage to talk about that dreadful event.

“It was an accident-.”

“Lies!”

She was now on her feet, fists clenched at her sides, and the abrupt movement had startled you to the point that you brought your hand to rest protectively on your belly. You saw her gaze lowering to it, and her eyes widened for a moment.

“Is he the father?” she asked you under her breath, eyes searching yours in eagerness.

You said nothing, ignoring her question as you stubbornly set your gaze aside, but it was answer enough.

Rhaenyra inhaled sharply, nodding to herself. She joined her hands gracefully as she attempted to let nothing appear in her voice, regal as always.

“I am sorry my child, for I understand your pain,” she began walking to the door. “For the sake and my respect for you and your father, you will be treated as a guest, and well cared for.”

“Please, your Grace, my father is still loyal to you, do not blame him for what he had to do. Do not forsaken him, as I did," you implored, hoping to make your case, like you had promised. Her face flashed with gratitude for a moment, and what you thought was affection. But then she left, leaving you with the dreadful realisation that you had burned all of your chances to remain unharmed by revealing your loyalty, your love.

Ulf the White was a Targaryen bastard, but he knew his worth, that he was meant for greatness, and he had just accomplished that. He rode Silverwing, and had been given lands on Driftmark along with his knighthood, thus his frequent presence in the stronghold.

Hugh Hammer, his counterpart and himself, had much in common: ambitious, fierce, and most of all they had made themselves indispensable for the Blacks, for Hammer was the new rider of the great Vermithor, the late King Jaehaerys’ dragon. Hugh Hammer was, too, not satisfied with his knighthood, even desiring what Ulf thought unreachable. But the Dragonseed would let him dream, seeing an opportunity in their alliance, as equally as he saw an opportunity in you.

He had seen you around the corridors from time to time, protected and watched by your blood, Ser Lorent Marbrand until the Queen departed to prepare an attack Ulf the White was not a part of. Since Rhaenyra had refused him the hand of a high-born daughter, Lady Stokeworth, he had been inexplicably excluded from most of the war councils. Ulf was a resentful man, and he loathed the Blacks for treating him like they did.

After that, Princess Rhaenys had allowed you to walk around the castle, not as a prisoner as Ulf had understood you were, piquing his curiosity. You were a sight to see, the woman the One-eyed Prince had taken for himself, the woman he had succumbed to. Beyond that, he saw your value. You were the ultimate prize, the stolen jewel, a mean for him to obtain anything from the Prince Regent, if he planned his moves well. You would not be of the Blacks to use.

So when the Blacks finally launched their attack on King’s Landing as the Greens marched on Harrenhal, convinced that both the Stark’s forces and what remained of the Riverlords would be gathered there, he and Hugh put their plan into motion. They would betray, defect to the Greens. And this is what they did, taking their dragons with them, and by extension, you.

Ulf the White had not shared with Hammer his plan of abducting you, intending to be the sole receiver of the merits of having retrieved you from the Blacks’ hold.

You had struggled that night, both Rhaena and Rhaenys away on their mounts, leaving you on your own as it has been easy for Ulf to command the guards away on false pretence and sneak you out. But your resistance stopped when he was forced to tell you of his plan to bring you back to the Greens, all of your doubts flying away when your eyes laid upon his dragon. That same night, he had understood that your value was far greater than it appeared. Your growing belly hidden under your cloak was everything Ulf could have asked for, and he had licked his lips in delectation.

But he had lied about your destination. Hugh was tasked to warn the marching forces of both Cole and Aemond of the Blacks’ attack, gaining their trust while Ulf was to warn the Hightower forces, gathered at Tumbleton, not allowing you to leave the watchful eyes of Silverwing while doing so.

Lord Hightower had named him Lord of Bitterbridge at once, the late seat of House Caswell, to ensure Ulf’s loyalty, and reward him with men. Ulf had taken the Lordship without complaint, biding his time until the Greens would grant him more, as Lord Hightower instructed him to stand ready. But even then, Ulf had no intention of letting you go, bringing you to Bitterbridge at once and confining you in one of the towers. He was taking pride in his actions as he took over the castle that was now his own, feasting and celebrating the battles to come with his men as he thought about the time when Aemond would come and claim you.

You have been a fool.

The castle of Bitterbridge was for you one of the most sinister places in the world. You had heard how the widow Lady Caswell had pleaded for her children to be spared before hanging herself at the gates, gates that you now saw daily, each time that you looked out of the window. Your father had always been close to Lord Caswell, who had been executed the day Aegon II was crowned, and you have known Lady Caswell since you were little.

The Hightower forces had sacked Bitterbridge a few weeks prior, letting only some inns and the garrison unburned, and the Caswell children had been sent to Oldtown to remain as prisoners while Ormund’s forces were headed north.

Your time in Driftmark seemed to be long ago, as you remember when a white-haired man had visited you and promised you that you would see your husband again. You had seized your chance, hearing of his betrayal. But now you understood what his aim has been.

Your first night in Bitterbridge, you had heard celebration within the castle, where Ulf’s men had settled themselves, feasting on the remaining Caswell’s provisions. Later that night, you had cursed the bars on your door and the height of your window as you heard women screaming, learning by morning that their new Lord had claimed three maiden, raping them during the night, and that he had fed his dragon with two nobles who had defied him.

Soon came news from the capital, horrifying one that had you retreat in mourning during weeks.

The Black Queen and his King consort had taken King’s Landing while the two princes were away, securing several dragons under the Dragonpit and Rhaenyra’s birthright. Alicent Hightower had been imprisoned immediately, and poor Helaena had thrown herself out of a window, rumours speaking of Dreamfyre’s squeals of grief at her death. Your sadness was unbearable as you wept for your friend, innocent and subjected to nothing but unjust fate, your only slight consolation being the claim that the twins have gone missing as was Larys Strong. Rumours has it that they have been slayed upon the attack, but you chose not to believe it, as you did not believe that your fate was to remain here forever.

Ulf White had assigned a maid to tend to you, a girl who you knew was terrified of him and would do anything not to anger him. He visited you every day, each of his visits more unsettling than the last as you could sense his gaze everywhere on you, on your swollen belly, on your cleavage. You were convinced that the only thing stopping him from claiming you like those women was the value he saw in you, and what you meant for the Greens. So he treated you well, smarmy and only allowing himself to linger his eyes on your growing breasts, making you shiver in disgust that you had to hide each time. But you were patient, aware that Ulf the White was your sole chance to see Aemond again and your only protector in a place where you knew no one.

You had little information about Aemond’s whereabouts, or Daeron’s for that matter, ignorance killing you to the point that you thought yourself going mad as you had one night sighted a huge form flying above the far fields of Bitterbridge from your window. You had instantly thought of Vhagar, but as nothing came out of the dark as you watched the horizon, you concluded that your eyes had surely mistaken Silverwing for bigger than she was, and you have sulked in your despair again.

The only interaction you could have with a living being beside Ulf was with your maid, but even her was avoiding talking to you, staying awfully silent every time you tried to make her open up a bit to you. You knew Ulf was the last person who would answer any of your questions, particularly the one that you were burning to know the answer to: was Aemond safe and why was he allowing Ulf The White to keep you in such a way when he had wanted you at Deep Den?

Your answer came in a very unexpected form, some weeks after the fall of King’s Landing to the hands of the Blacks.

Ulf had, for a certain amount of time, enabled you to appear next to him at court, displaying you at his side as a trophy to be looked at and enjoyed making you attend his execution ceremonies, the ones where he would feed those who had displeased him to Silverwing. You suspected that Ulf grew tired of the Greens’ inaction as he had not heard from them in quite some time, news travelling awfully slow, and that showing you more plainly to court would grant him the attention he yearned. He had confided in you his wish to become Lord of Highgarden, boasting before you as he thought himself worthy of such a title and territories.

This is how you had found yourself at his side one day, forced to attend an audience you had no care for, until you saw the petitioner.

His gaze has instantly landed on you as he entered, and you felt alive for the first time in weeks. Addam Vance, accompanied by Hightower soldiers, had come on the orders of Lord Ormund, to call Ulf’s forces to march on King’s Landing. You were taken aback on how much Addam’s physical appearance had changed, you could see several scars on his face, and he looked taller and fiercer than ever.

“Why would I answer to you? Lord Hightower has ignored my demands for over a moon, and now he sends a boy to call me to war? Me, a dragon rider?” spoke Ulf next to you, not appreciating his treatment in the slightest.

“My Lord, he only requests that you fulfil your oath to the Crown as you were given this stronghold,” answered Addam, standing his ground at being called boy . “He has sent me in the hope that you will join him alongside Lord Hammer at Tumbleton. He is ready to hear whatever other demands you wish to make.”

Addam’s gaze had shifted toward you as he said his piece, clearly indicating that you were part of the bargain Lord Hightower desired, and as Ulf remained silent, considering the words of the young Lord, he had not missed the passing glances you exchanged. You knew he would be angered by this.

“I only answer to royalty. If the Crown wants me and my dragon to fight their battles, Aemond Targaryen can come himself and discuss my demands in person.”

Addam was now anxious, thinking his next words over as he glanced nervously at you.

“I fear that it will be impossible, my Lord. The Prince Regent has fallen.”

You felt your blood turn to ice in your veins. The whole court held their breath as everybody looked at Addam, who was watching all colour fade out from your face with worry.

“The Kinslayer is no more? Speak!” you heard Ulf asked in his gruff voice.

“He had taken upon himself to avenge his family, took several men to infiltrate the Red Keep and murder the usurpers. It was over a week ago.”

You wanted to vomit, the pregnancy already taking a toll on your stomach these days, and you barely managed to not scream your lungs out, voice stuck in your throat. You refused to consider it, refuse to believe that he was dead. Blood rushed into your ears and you thought that you had gone deaf as murmurs filled the room.

After that everything had been a blur, and you did not remember how you had ended back in your chambers again, clutching your belly.

You refused to cry, you refused to shed a tear. From your window you had seen Addam’s men settle themselves in the courtyard near a bonfire they had lit, and the next moment Ulf The White had entered your chamber.

He closed the door slowly as you did not even bother to look away from the window, sensing his ever libidinous gaze on your form.

“The maid informed me that you had not eaten today.”

You only responded with silence. Your voice has been inexistent of late.

“I came to see you to assert your situation, my Lady,” he continued, taking a step closer. “You must understand that you are now a widow, and that your child, if born a boy, will be targeted by the Blacks as soon as he is out of your womb.”

You felt your throat dry as you came to rest your hand on your round belly. You hated the words that came out of this man’s mouth.

“But at my side, you will not need to fret. You will be protected. When you become my wife, wealth and safety will be granted to you. Your child will grow up as my own, and he will be in his right to claim what is rightfully his when the time comes.”

Your eyes snapped at him for the first time, your eyes red in sorrow and anger.

“I will never marry you, my child is not yours to claim, and neither am I.”

Your voice was strained, words barely coming out of your throat as you looked at him with all of the hate you could muster. You held your grounds as you saw anger flash into his eyes.

“Your husband is dead, and I have resisted you for far too long,” he warned. “You are at my mercy, no friend of yours will come for you, my Lady. You have no choice over the matter. All that you can do is pray that I show mercy to you, and to your child.”

“You are vile. You had held me captive and you expect me to be obedient to your desires? You disgust me,” you said through gritted teeth, and he instantly slapped you in reaction.

“You are quite the hypocrite, my Lady. If I recall correctly, the last time someone held you captive, you had given yourself entirely to him, even let him impregnant you." Your eyes were full of hate as you felt your cheek burn from his strike. “Well now it is my turn,” he continued as he grabbed your hair and made you back up against the wall of your chambers. He stopped looking at you for a minute as you tried to free yourself from his grasp. “Or maybe I will wait. I know how the breasts of a woman grow as the pregnancy advances, it will be more rewarding this way. Or maybe I will wait until I can put another babe in your belly.”

His hands were touching the curve under your breasts and descended. You jolted at the touch, the hard stone behind you making your body ache in pain.

But he released you, satisfied at your dishevelled appearance and making his way to the door as you crossed your arms over you protectively, shaking.

“Once the throne is won, I will make you my Queen.”

A/N: Long chapter, many things to establish before going on.

I have stolen the beautiful quote “we will always love them more than anything they could ever do wrong.” from Andor, the Disney Series. Not to advertise, but that was a very good lines among many other all as good as this one.

Hope you enjoyed.

Part 23

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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 3)

A/N: for masterlist formatting reasons I'm just going to post this at the same time as rewritten chapter two, so enjoy having two to read at once :)

WARNINGS: Blood, gore, and mentions of rape

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After marching for nearly half of the day, there was less than an hour left until we finally reached King’s Landing. Loras and I had talked for a good bit of the trip, but I could tell that there was quite a lot on his mind. I supposed that similarly, there was also much on my mind, for this was one of the first major battles I would lead this many men into. 

I was glad that Loras and I were leading the vanguard, because that was where the fighting was thickest. I’d always been inclined towards danger, even if my brother and I were too skilled to end up actually getting ourselves killed. There was truly no rush like being surrounded by men and needing to fight your way out. For me, at least. 

At the present moment, the thing giving me the most excitement was knowing that my father would be riding alongside Tywin Lannister. Gods, my father would be making him absolutely miserable. It made me smile brighter than a thousand suns. 

“Are you… are you nervous at all?”

The sound of Loras’ voice broke me out of these happy thoughts, and I raised an eyebrow at him from underneath my helmet. Was something giving him the impression that I was nervous?

“Of course not, why?”

“Well… what if Stannis manages to take King’s Landing? What if we’ve come too late? Or what if our numbers still aren’t enough?” Loras asked, voicing his concerns on the subject. I instantly realized that he was nervous. It had perhaps not helped that the capital was now in sight. 

“He’s not going to take King’s Landing, Loras. I promise you that much. Not only would he have to get past our entire army and fleet, he’d have to climb the walls and break down the mud gate too. I assure you that there is nothing to worry about-”

My sentence was suddenly cut off by the earth below us shaking, and many of the horses became somewhat startled. I furrowed my eyebrows with confusion, looking toward the Red Keep for any sign of explosion. Anything that had made the ground tremble like this must’ve been massive, and I certainly did not like the thought of that.

Just beyond the castle, I spotted a mass of bright green fire. Wildfire, no doubt. My heart dropped, because while it appeared to be coming from the bay, it was impossible to tell. Had Stannis used it, or had we?

“Loras… Loras keep marching with the men, I’ll be back in just a moment,” I said mindlessly, gripping the reins of my horse and turning around to try and find Lord Tywin. It was entirely possible that he might know something about this if it had come from our side. 

I had been riding toward the back when I saw another rider approaching me, a red sash fashioned around his armor. I slowed my horse, feeling somewhat breathless despite the fact that I had done absolutely nothing. I lifted the eye covering of my helm, watching Lord Tywin do the same as he pulled his door styled covering open. We instantly made eye contact, and there was quite a serious look on his face.

“What happened? Did you see?” he questioned, pulling his horse closer to mine so we were directly facing each other. If I’d moved over anymore, our opposite legs would’ve been touching. 

“It was wildfire. It did not look as though it was touching the actual Keep, but it was hard to tell. If I had to make a guess, I would assume it was in the bay. I wanted to ask if you knew anything of it, but- well…” I trailed off, having my question answered by the fact that he had to ask what had happened. Naturally, he hadn’t seen it from the back. 

“Well, to shake the ground the way it did, it must’ve been quite a lot. King Aerys was rather fond of wildfire, as I’m certain you’re well aware. Perhaps… well, perhaps it was stored away,” Lord Tywin said, though it almost felt like he was thinking out loud. I nodded in response, hoping that he was correct in his guess. 

“But if… if that did come from Stannis, what do we- would you… would you still want to lead the men into battle?” I questioned, swallowing so that I would refrain from asking him ‘what do we do’. That was one of the last things I would ever permit myself to say to Tywin Lannister. 

The Old Lion looked at me for a moment, contemplating and then appearing to settle on something. The challenge in his eyes returned as he sat a bit straighter and looked down at me.

“You tell me, Lady Tyrell, in your infinite wisdom.”

I nearly scowled at him, infuriated over the fact that somehow, even in this dire situation, he still managed to be an utter cunt. I held myself back, however. I couldn’t be angry now, I had to be logical and smart. What would I do? To let Stannis take King’s Landing would be unforgivable, but would it be even worse to lead tens of thousands into a pointless slaughter?

“It- It depends. If you think it’s most likely that it came from your son, then we should expect to see Stannis’ ships burning in the bay. But… if that did come from Stannis, we ought to be careful. If we see that his ships are untouched, then I will lead the vanguard on my own. That explosion was so big it must’ve… well, it must’ve taken quite a lot of wildfire. I would doubt that he has more, but just to be certain I think it would be best… best to only take the vanguard at first,” I strategized, having to raise my voice over the sound of men marching around us. The entire situation was rather stress inducing, and I could see a distinct fear on the faces of soldiers around us.

“You ought to lead the vanguard from the back then, Lady (Y/N). If Stannis still does have wildfire-”

“I will be burned alive. I know, Lord Tywin. Nevertheless, I will lead from the front. The vanguard must always be led that way,” I replied firmly, swallowing whatever nerves I had in face of my principles. Being killed by wildfire did not sound pleasant, but it was still entirely possible that it had not even come from Stannis to begin with. 

Lord Tywin blinked a few times, looking at me with a sort of curious observation. I assumed that he was trying to figure out whether or not I was utterly insane. It was highly likely, I supposed.

“I see. Very well, Lady (Y/N). It is not a call you need to make yet, but you will know before I do. I am entrusting the vanguard, and my men, to your judgment,” he said, taking a deep breath. Under a different situation, I might have thought him sarcastic, but there was something genuine in his voice. Even despite all our hatred for one another, he at the very least knew I could be trusted to make a smart decision. 

Somehow, the biggest compliment I’d ever received had just come from the man I hated more than anything. 

Lord Tywin and I looked at each other one last time before parting ways, and as I began riding to the front, our drummers began to play something. It was not until the singing started that I realized it was the Rains of Castamere. 

Hundreds—if not thousands—of Lannister soldiers had joined in on the recognizable tune, and it somehow seemed to be replacing their fear with pride. It was a good thing, I thought. In a few minutes, they might all be dead. 

I found my brother leading at the front, and he was instantly relieved by the sight of me. I rode up beside him, putting my eye covering back down in case I looked frightened. In all honesty, I could not discern my own emotions. I was never afraid of fighting men, but wildfire would mean death, and not even the best armor would be able to keep me from that. 

“(Y/N), what did Lord Tywin say? What are we- what are we supposed to do?” Loras questioned, a slight tremble in his voice. Neither of us had prepared for something like this. 

“It is my call to make… when we- when we get there, I have to assess the situation and make a decision,” I said, nearly choking on my own saliva. Gods, I hated this feeling. I turned to my brother then, my voice entirely serious as I spoke. “And Loras, I need you to promise me something right now. Promise that no matter what I say, you will listen. I need to make sure that you obey whatever command I give. As your commander, not as your sister.”

Something in Loras shifted then, and I could tell he was processing the fact that this situation might be utterly horrible. He nodded at me, but that was not enough.

“Say it, Loras. I need to hear you say that you’ll obey.”

“I will. I will… I will obey any command you give.”

I sighed out then, pressing my lips together and nodding. It was the only thing I needed to hear from him, even if it probably wasn’t entirely truthful.

With each step forward that my horse took, I felt myself getting closer and closer to vomiting. I had never prayed so fervently as I begged the gods to let it have been Tyrion Lannister’s wildfire and not Stannis’. The only thing I could think about was how the men would scream as they burned, and it made me want to hyperventilate. To have men die in battle was normal, but to have them be slaughtered was devastating. 

However, as the Blackwater Bay finally came into view, a giant wave of relief hit me. Stannis’ ships were flaming in the water, and his men were desperately trying to get to the landmass south of the river. Loras turned to me, waiting for me to say something.

“We need to move faster. We can’t let them cross the rush,” I thought aloud, settling into my saddle and licking my lips. I turned to the men behind us, all mounted and waiting for my instruction. Though, I could similarly see them preparing to draw swords and spur their horses. 

“Men! Stannis and his army mean to cross the Blackwater Rush and take King’s Landing. They mean to take the throne and all seven kingdoms with it. Do you want fucking Stannis Baratheon for your king?” I shouted at them, putting as much volume into my voice as I possibly could. What sounded like the voice of nearly every man there shouted back a distinct ‘no!’

I smiled, for it was the most invigorating thing I’d ever heard.

“No! Of course not. Nobody wants Stannis, the boring, cold, and stale cunt sitting on the throne! And that’s why we are about to go kill every last one of his pathetic soldiers and make sure that he doesn’t! And just to be sure, I want to see Stannis’ head detached from his fucking body by the time the sun rises over Blackwater Bay!” I yelled out, grinning as the men cheered and whistled at my sentiments. I could feel my blood pumping through every single vein in my body, and at that moment, I don’t believe that even wildfire itself could’ve stricken the pride and confidence from my body.

“Now, let’s go fucking slaughter them!”

I unsheathed my sword, raising it into the air and smiling as the shouts of thousands came back at me. I had spurred my horse then, and so did Loras. For the second time that night, the earth shook as men on horseback and on foot followed eagerly behind and alongside us. I was right next to Loras, and as we approached their men, I couldn’t help but smile. Somehow this was all I had dreamed of since I was a young girl.

And it became even better as we started to plough into their army. 

I was gripping onto my reins with one hand and swinging at the soldiers below me with the other. Several attempted to fight back, but many of them failed. In fact, I became particularly giddy as I managed to slice a few men’s heads clean off. 

Our line of horses had broken apart, and I no longer knew where Loras was. It had given me initial panic, but I knew I couldn’t focus on it or else I would be putting myself in danger. Especially because, while it was a great advantage to be on a horse, the risk of it being cut down beneath you was a very serious one. 

As I struck another man down, I found myself scanning the battlefield. I could hear shouts of ‘Renly!’ in the midst of screaming and armor, which certainly made me smile. My plan had worked after all, and it was especially clear as Stannis’ men began to join our side. 

Feeling content in that, I turned to face the shore. The vanguard was trying its hardest to keep Stannis’ soldiers from crossing the river, but there were still so many of them that it was inevitable. Thankfully, that was our only concern. Our fleets had already arrived and were absolutely destroying the small portion that was left of Stannis’.

I did not ponder this long, however, because I was still directing my horse through hoards of Baratheon soldiers. Man after man was plucked down by my sword, and even those who weren’t killed immediately would be dead within hours. The poison on my blade would see to that. 

Though, my time on horseback had unfortunately come to an end. After realizing how destructive I was, a few of Stannis’ men had purposefully sought out my horse and slashed at its ankles. It went down instantly, and so did I with it.

Everything moved in a blur as I flew from atop my horse and hit the ground. I landed on my back, which caused the air to escape from my lungs. I forced myself to roll away, however, avoiding the weight of my horse landing on top of my legs. 

I had also hit my head rather badly, even despite my helm. I felt like my entire world was spinning, and that combined with being breathless was utterly awful. Gasping for air, I reached for the head covering and pulled it off entirely. Perhaps it was utterly stupid, but it helped me see more clearly and fight off how dizzy I was. 

I forced myself to stand up, which thankfully helped clear my airways at least a little bit. I was still wheezing, however, and it made me panic as I looked around for the men who had disabled my horse. One of them had been conveniently crushed under the animal, and the other two had gotten on their knees to try and pull him out. 

Coughing a little bit, I grabbed my sword from the dirt and rocks beneath my feet and approached them. They were so desperate to save their friend that they hadn’t even noticed me. 

“Hey! You fucking cunts!” I shouted, getting their attention as I crept up behind them. Before they could fully turn and rise, I grabbed one of the men's heads, reaching around and slitting his throat as if I were ripping a sheet of parchment. The other one tried to get up, but was so shocked that he stumbled backward. 

I coughed again, inhaling deeply and scowling as I took the handle of my blade in both hands and moved toward him. He attempted to get up again, but was so paralyzed with fear that he couldn’t. It was utterly pathetic. 

He began feeling around himself, realizing that he had dropped his sword when trying to help the stuck man earlier. He found a small knife, however, and held it out toward me. I genuinely began to smile, so amused by the thought that this man believed he had a chance. He was better off saying a prayer. 

In a few quick seconds, I swung my leg out, knocking the blade from his hand and pinning his arm to the ground beside his head. I then plunged my sword straight through his rather poorly-made breastplate and listened to him scream. And he had thought that taking me off of my horse would make me less dangerous. He should have known that the exact opposite was the truth. 

When I removed my sword from his chest and looked around, I realized that the fighting was already beginning to thin out. I nearly laughed, for so much importance had been placed on this battle, and yet our vanguard alone was ripping through Stannis’ men. The rest of the Tyrell and Lannister men had also joined us, but they were hardly even needed. 

I, of course, was not about to miss out on the slaughter. This was only the second major battle I had ever fought in, and—with the same naivety that I’d had at 14 and 15—I found it quite exciting. I was instantly throwing myself into the thick of the fighting, gutting man after man. To me, there was a sort of rhythm in fighting. I couldn’t lie to myself, I did enjoy the feeling of thrusting my sword into another person, perhaps in the same way that many enjoyed the feeling of pushing their needles into needlework. But, to be truly good at something does make it enjoyable, and the same went for my swordsmanship. 

As I killed Stannis’ men, I got the rush of adrenaline that comes from such intense situations, but I felt little fear because of my training and skill. They were no real competition for me, merely targets. They would always scream and yell at me when they swung, as if somehow that would give them a better chance at killing me. When I blocked their advances and swiftly cut through them, they would go silent for just a moment. Then their eyes would go wide, as if realizing that they were going to die, and—just as they called out for their mothers—the blood would spurt from their throats. Thus continued the cycle of stupid men who believed a woman would be an easy target, or the even stupider men who knew who I was and believed they could take me down anyway.

As I once again thrust my sword into another man and felt his blood splattering against my face, there was a general cheer coming from all around me. I instantly looked up, realizing that many of Stannis’ men had begun to retreat toward the shoreline in a desperate attempt to get away.

Foolishly, I permitted myself to relax a bit and began to smile at the sight. The battle was clearly won, even if some men refused to leave and wanted to die ‘valiantly’. I supposed I could not judge, for I would be inclined to do the same in their situation. 

However, my feeling of victory disappeared when I turned around and noticed one of the largest men I’d ever seen in my life staring directly at me. He was obviously a Baratheon soldier, and the way he was looking at me sent a small shiver up my spine. I could not tell if he wanted to kill or rape me—or both. 

However, as he raised his sword and began to approach me, I decided that the first of those options was the more immediate problem. I instantly raised my own blade, and mentally began to curse my fancy armor, because there was no doubt in my mind that it had made me a rather obvious target. And while I usually did not mind that, I disliked any feeling of insecurity when I was facing an opponent, and this man's height and sheer muscle certainly made me feel more than just a bit insecure. 

Nevertheless, I forced myself to swallow this fear. If I played this smart, his physical characteristics would be of no importance whatsoever. And I felt utterly confident that I could play this smart; I would simply have to be careful. 

I prepared to block him as he began to pick up speed, sword raised into the air as he ran. His blow seemed to come down in one swift movement, and I groaned out with exertion as I held my own sword up and felt the two blades clashing against each other. He was so insanely strong that my arms began to quiver after a few seconds, and I had to scrape my sword along his as I quickly moved aside. He had been pressing down on me with so much pressure that it made his weapon slice into the dirt.

And after a moment, I realized that his sword had not only sliced the dirt, but the rocks too. I furrowed my eyebrows, and examined his sword. It was then, after finding a clean spot at the base of the metal, that I realized it was valyrian steel. Another shiver went up my spine as I realized it was entirely possible that he could probably cut straight through my armor, even despite its good quality. How had this man acquired valyrian steel?

I didn’t have much time to ponder the question, though, because I had to act fast. While he unstuck his sword from the earth, I was moving forward, swinging at and slicing his ankle. The man groaned out, and like some sort of monster from the tales my septa had told me as a child, he rose with even more anger. Again, he was swinging fiercely at me. I managed to block each one, for that was a matter of skill, but I could not hold my sword up for very long. That was the other difficulty: he was so tall that all his blows came down at me rather than from the sides. 

When he continued to swing at me, I forced myself to give up on blocking and instead prioritize dodging. It was a frightening thing to do, for I could hear the distinct ‘whoosh’ of his giant weapon. If I had not been so swift, I feared he might’ve cut an ear off. 

While dodging his advances, I had to force myself to formulate a plan. Because yes, I could try and tire him out, but I was growing just as exhausted as he was. When he finally did falter, I would need to have an actual move ready to go. I needed to find a way to put myself on the offense, because once I was, I could be quick enough that he wouldn’t be able to block. The problem, however, was actually getting to that point. 

I continued dodging him, and as I wracked my brain, I suddenly realized that he had begun swinging with a pattern. Naturally, it was quite a bit of work to lift and then bring a sword straight down every time, and so he’d begun to do so with an angle. He’d make two right-slanted swings and then a single left-slanted one.

Having processed this, I prepared for what he was going to do and then moved to the opposite side and brought my sword down on top of his, making him fumble just a bit. Finally, I managed to swing my sword before he did, and he was desperately lifting his sword to try and block me. 

This continued for a bit, and I was simply so fast that he did not have an opportunity to counter my speed with his strength. He was also growing tired, and it was extremely obvious. Unfortunately, so was I, and it did not serve me well when a stray horse ran right by us and made me falter as I began to swing. 

Of course, the man took this opportunity to dodge my advance and ram the handle of his sword into my back when I kept moving forward. I cursed out, feeling the intensity of his blow in my chest as I hit the ground. My sword had also flown from my hands, and my eyes went wide at this realization. 

Nothing felt broken, thankfully, and so I turned onto my back in the hopes of getting off the ground or at the very least being able to roll away from the man's sword. However, when I did turn around it was not his sword that I was met with. Instead, his hand reached out toward me and gripped the neck of my armor. 

He pulled me up, and I frantically felt around my armor for my dagger. I managed to grab the handle of it, but he was so insanely strong that he lifted me into the air and let me dangle in front of him. He began to chuckle at the sight.

“There you are, finally still. My, you’re a pretty one. Now that you aren’t swinging your fucking sword at me, anyways… perhaps I ought to make you pay for that, hm? What do you think? I’ll pin you down in the dirt right now, and then once I’m done with you I’ll gut you for being such an annoying bitch. How does that sound?” he threatened, flashing his teeth at me and continuing to laugh. His insinuations made a cold fear rush through my body, and the shaking in my hands was genuine. My only consolation, or rather my only form of hope, was the dagger underneath my armor. It was still concealed, but I was more than ready to pull it out. All I needed was for him to do something stupid and give me an opportunity to strike.

“I think it sounds fucking pathetic, you disgusting cunt. It’s also not going to happen- you’d have better luck raping my fucking corpse,” I choked out, spitting directly into his face and watching the anger spark in his eyes once more. 

“Then maybe I will!”

He began lifting his sword with his free hand, and I wasted no time pulling out my dagger and shoving it directly into the unarmored space around his crotch. My dagger was thankfully long and sharp enough that it made it through the rest of his clothes, and I heard him scream in a way that I’d never heard before, nor ever would hear again. 

Unfortunately, I also experienced quite a lot of agony as his sword cut clean through my armor and sliced down the left side of my torso. His sword had already been at my side when I’d mutilated him, and so when the pain had triggered his survival instincts this had been the result. 

I screamed out as I fell to the ground, clutching at my side. I could already feel blood seeping out of the wound, which was rather deep and ran, at a slant, from just below my armpit to the backside of my hip. The pain was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, but at the very least it wasn’t nearly as bad as what the man in front of me was feeling. 

He had fallen to his knees, and was bent over as though he were worshiping a god—perhaps the lord of light. Either way, he was sobbing with pain, and when he mustered enough strength to lift his upper half up a bit, I watched with a sick satisfaction. He certainly wouldn’t be capable of raping me now. 

Of course, the pain that I was experiencing made this a much more bitter moment than I had hoped it would be, especially when the man set his eyes on me with a distinct fury and began reaching for his dropped sword. Oh fuck.

I clasped at my side in an attempt to suppress either the pain or the bleeding, for I knew both was too much to ask for, and tried my very hardest to scoot backwards. I was unable to stand in this condition—or not on my own, anyways. 

As my legs desperately kicked at the dirt and tried to propel me backward, I observed with fear as the giant before me yelled out in pain and slowly stood up. It took him a while to properly get his footing, and his jaw was clenched so tight it was a wonder his teeth did not fall out. Tears were streaming down his face, but sheer anger made him determined to kill me.

When he began to stagger toward me, I found myself wondering what kind of sick joke the gods were playing on me. I hoped they were laughing, at the very least, because I certainly was not. All I could do was sob out as I dug my heels and elbow into the earth in a desperate attempt to escape death. 

It was of little use, however. His painful staggering was just a bit quicker than my pathetic crawling, and as he came closer and tightened his grip on his sword, I prayed that my death would be quick and clean. I found Loras and Margaery on my mind, and I suddenly felt horrible for leaving them, especially so soon after Renly’s passing. I thought of my parents for a moment, and as the man before me started to lift his sword, my grandmother was the only one on my mind. I wished I had said a proper goodbye before we’d left Highgarden.

The giant man’s blade was high in the air, though it took him quite a lot of strength to get it there. I expected—and was prepared for—it to come down with a sloppy, painful ‘thwack’, but instead only heard the slicing of metal into skin and felt the warmth of blood splattering on my face. 

My eyes shut instinctively, and they only opened once I heard the thumping of a fallen body. When I did look around, I found the Baratheon soldier laying face down in the dirt beside me, blood spewing from a giant hole in his head. My eyes widened with some shock, and I instantly lifted my eyes to see who was responsible for saving me.

There, atop his pretty white horse, I found Tywin Lannister. 

For just a moment, my shock had made my pain go away, but it did not take long to return. Lord Tywin had of course understood that I was injured, and instantly threw his leg over his horse to dismount. As he did, I realized that the man’s valyrian steel sword had dropped beside me with him, and I mustered all the strength in my body as I grabbed at it and pushed it into my sword belt. 

It had timed out perfectly, for once I had finished doing that, I felt the Old Lion’s armored hands at my shoulders. My head began to spin as I looked up at him, for he was kneeling beside me and checking to see where my injury was. He quickly spotted the blood seeping from the wound, and for just a moment there was an odd look in his eyes. He was perhaps wondering whether or not I would make it.

“Lady (Y/N), look at me. Look at me… I need to get you to a healer, do you understand? I don’t wish to take you on horseback, because if my horse falls from under us and we are both injured, you will die. Do you think- are you still well enough to hold onto me? I need one hand for my sword,” he questioned, simultaneously explaining our situation. If not for my serious blood loss, I probably would’ve formulated some snarky response, but alas all I could do was nod. Because even in this state, he was right. To go on horseback was certainly quite the risk. Although, debatably so was him, dressed in his quite obvious Lannister armor, deciding to carry me across the field. All I could do was pray that enough of Stannis’ men had retreated or were being dealt with by the rest of the vanguard. 

In a haze, I felt Lord Tywin placing his hand under my back and helping me to sit up. I cried out rather loudly as he did, for it sent an unbearable pain through my side, and for a moment I thought I might pass out.

I did not, however, and instead realized that Lord Tywin was wrapping his arm around my upper torso and trying his very hardest not to add to my pain. After a few moments, he whispered a subtle ‘shhh,’ in my ear in an uncomfortable attempt to soothe my pain. None of this fully registered in my brain, however. All I could think about was wanting the pain to stop. 

It did not do so, however. In fact, it only got worse as Lord Tywin began to stand up and lifted me with him. I yelled out, and I may have cursed him, but it couldn’t have been any worse than things I’d said in full consciousness. 

“Lady (Y/N), I need you to wrap your arms around my neck,” he instructed, huffing out with exertion. I could see the sweat on his forehead, and noticed that there was surprisingly also blood there, though it appeared to be someone else's. It seemed the Lord of Casterly Rock himself had genuinely joined in on the fighting for once. It’s funny, the things you notice when rapidly losing blood.

 As we began to move across the field, Lord Tywin’s grip on me was firm. He was holding me against his chest, and my cheek was pressed against the top of his red sash. I was trying my very hardest to hold onto him, but had he not been holding onto me so fiercely I most assuredly would’ve fallen straight into the dirt. There was an utter determination in him, as though getting me to a healer was the single most important thing he would ever do. 

I started to wonder if it would make a difference, however, because I was still bleeding immensely and forming coherent thoughts was becoming harder and harder. When Lord Tywin was forced to plunge his sword into a charging man, pain rippled through me once again and made me even more certain of the fact that I could not continue. 

“Lord Tywin… Lord Ty-Tywin… let me die…” I rasped out, tears falling from my eyes and onto his sash. I could see the dark spot they left behind, for the moonlight was especially bright. My throat began to feel dry. Surely I would not last much longer.

“No, I will not. You will grow strong, Lady (Y/N). Think of your house words,” he replied, voice harsh and demanding as he pushed his sword into yet another man. It was an order, not a request, and yet I did not feel that I could follow it. 

“I’m so tired, my lord… I can’t… I can’t…” I cried softly, burying my face into his neck now. There was a warmth there, and for a moment I felt like a small child clinging to my mother. It was comforting, and I considered that perhaps death was supposed to feel this way. Like becoming a child again, like returning to the safety of your parents arms. Perhaps that was why so many called out for their mothers in their final moments.

“You can, my lady. You can and you must. You… are not allowed to die,” he encouraged, interrupting himself for a moment as he adjusted his grip and lifted me up ever so slightly. We moved faster through the men around us now, and I felt as though my arms were going entirely limp. I took his advice for once, trying to repeat my house words to myself so I would not give up entirely.

Grow strong.

Grow strong.

Grow…

Strong…

I passed out, and would come back in small bits to discover I was still alive, and to discover that Lord Tywin was continuing to carry me. I would cry out every time I did wake, for the pain would return full force, but the man carrying me would not react to even this. He went on with his task as though I was still unconscious, for it did not matter to him. He had no time to focus on such things, I assumed. 

Eventually, I felt myself being placed down. I had finally been handed over to a healer, and very hazily I heard Lord Tywin—rather harshly, in my opinion—mentioning something along the lines of ‘attend to her first’. After that, the waking up in small spurts stopped happening entirely. The next time I fully woke up, it would be somewhere inside the Red Keep, alive only because of the man I hated more than anybody else in all seven kingdoms.

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ngl I keep forgetting this account exists, I haven't used Tumblr in such a long time lmao, I'm tryna focus on newer pieces of media other than mw2, so I'll list a bunch of things I like and what I'll be writing about now that I feel like using Tumblr again

- Ace Attorney

- Blue Lock

- 19 days

- Chainsaw Man

- JuJustu Kaisen

- Land Of the Lustrous

- My Hero Academia

- Attack on Titan

- One Punch Man

- March comes In like a Lion

- Beastars

- Demon Slayer

- Splatoon 3

- Overwatch 2

- Arcane

- Erased

- Modern Warfare 2

these are just some of the things that I like writing about, I'll do some drabbles about me! my name is Seun or Raizen, I'm trying to work on my writing skills so my writing might not be the best! a lot of my fics are mainly focused on black fems but I'm always happy to make racially ambiguous fics if you want! :) I take nsfw requests but I won't take any thing that includes rape, sexual assualt or underage characters, if I find a request makes me uncomfortable I will ignore it. I'll make a masterlist later but for now my requests are always open! I mostly do blue lock and mw2 stuff but I'm glad to write about any of the medias I listed.

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Ballroom Tango - A Unique Intensity - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: Wow, three posts in one day. I'm on a roll. I'm being kind of mean here, I know. But I thought it would be fun to have who the dancing partner is be a surprise. At least until you click keep reading or read the tags. This dance was inspired by Jay McGuiness and Aliona Vilani’s Tango to “When the Doves Cry” on Strictly Come Dancing: 2015. Keeping with the rest of the AU, reader is female. I hope you all enjoy this more than I enjoyed researching the dances.

If you would like to read more of this AU the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Masterlist.

Type: Kinda romantic if you squint/probably can be taken as platonic though/female reader

Word count: 1240

I inhaled deeply as I once again questioned why on earth the teachers decided that having the ballroom tango as the subject for the first dance class held would be a good idea. Or maybe it was Crowley’s idea; he seemed to be in rare form as of late.

Either way, I’d learned astonishingly quickly from Crewel’s strict teaching that the various views I’d long held about the tango were largely wrong. Apparently there were many, many different types of tangos, and all of them, thankfully, did not necessarily include being constantly plastered to your partner. 

Take the ballroom form of the tango that I was going to be performing today, for instance. It maintained a certain distance between the partners and was, in many ways, less intimate. That said, it made up for the distance by including sharp motions, angled bodies, and stalking yet stealthy steps, as well as an undoubtedly passionate nature.

Crewel and Sam had both spoken up for me, citing my inexperience as a reason for why I should only have to perform twice for this class. Once for my own grading and once for the lucky winner of the game of straws. Which was a blessing. 

But standing there, staring Leona down from across the ballroom floor as we waited for the music to start, I couldn’t deny that I was nervous. At odds with this, Leona was completely relaxed. In fact, he looked almost bored. 

I couldn’t say I was surprised, though. During our choreography practice, Leona had revealed in a rather smug manner that he already knew how to tango. He technically wasn’t cheating, though.

Apparently, Leona had already learned the Argentine tango quite some time ago for unknown reasons. He’d chosen this class because, since he already knew how to tango, it would be easy for him. In fact, he’d described the ballroom version as a stuffier version of the dance he already knew.

All too soon the music began, immediately laying out what would soon become a rather heavy beat that had the two of us walking towards each other. I rolled my shoulders as I met the beastman in the center of the room and the lights dimmed. 

It had already been decided that we were going to be dancing a more aggressive tango, but it wasn’t until we had entered hold for the first time during choreography practice that I realized exactly how aggressive it was going to be.

Even now it was sort of alarming as he marched me backwards. Our feet hitting the floor in perfect timing to the relentless beat of the song. 

If nothing else, Leona was a perfect match for the stalking aspect of the dance. I didn’t typically think of him as predatory, but… Well, I could say that he certainly lived up to being a lion-beastman.

I was considerably thankful that I didn’t have to hold eye contact with him for the entire dance. In the brief flashes where we would meet each other's gaze in a rather defiant fashion, there was a unique intensity to those too-bright green eyes.

I was almost impressed with my ability to meet his stare without quailing, but there was something challenging and snarky about the look he gave me. Almost like he was taunting me. 

 It was probably that sense of amused challenge stemming from the usually nonchalant 3rd year that made me refuse to back down even though this was my first performance and our little tango had already swelled far beyond what I’d been prepared for.

And a tiny part of me felt like he’d planned that. Especially since there was something incredibly smug about his expression as the song fell into another lull, not ending but lessening in fervor while maintaining that same pounding beat. 

It was like he was pushing me, just like he had when I’d been staying in Savannaclaw for that short three-day period. Like he wanted to see just how far he could push and how well I could meet him on the playing field.

I leaned towards him, wholly relying on him to support me as he took a one long step backwards. My hand cupped his cheek, and I held his gaze even as our noses practically brushed one another.

Impulsively, I pushed away. All but glaring at him as I forcefully slipped us back into a more distant hold. After all, if I were to entirely slip away from him, he’d lose points for having broken the constant closed hold found within the ballroom tango.

It was a challenge to remember that this was a performance. We were putting on a show for our viewers. An aggressive one.

 I heard him chuckle lowly as I flung my head to the side, staunchly looking away from him as we began to whirl across the floor once more. I was already determined that there was no way I was going to lose out and mess up this dance just because I had a distracting partner. 

Even if a small part of me was irritated by how easy teasing was for him. But then it couldn’t be helped when he knew exactly how attractive he was.

The ending of the dance came far sooner than I expected as he yanked me to the side into a partial dip, all but forcing me to look up at him for a brief, but incredibly intense moment. The hold didn’t last long though before I was back on my feet once more. I held his gaze for the briefest of seconds before he rapidly twirled me and stepped to the side. Following alongside my whirling form as if he were pursuing me as I spun quickly across the stage. 

Just as my speedy twirling came to an abrupt stop, he lowered his forearm, and I flung myself backwards. Bracing myself to fall even as I reached up to catch hold of his shoulder. 

But I didn’t fall. Instead, I felt his arm wrap around my back and his hand securely grasp the shoulder furthest away from him. 

In that perilous leaned-backward position, I rested against his arm. Wholly relying on him to support me yet again as I looked up at him.

I stared up at him, breathing heavily as applause filled the room, briefly deafening me but at last signaling the end of the performance. Not my first dance by a narrow margin, but definitely the most dramatic one.

Leona exhaled slightly before leaning down and wrapping his other arm around me to pull me back up as I gripped his shoulders tightly. I found my footing quickly and was relieved to discover that my legs were not, in fact, wobbly, even though I felt adrenaline leaving my system at alarming speeds as I stepped backwards.

I briefly met Leona’s gaze, quietly thanking him for helping me back to a standing position before we turned to face the judge panel. Crewel, Trein, and Sam all looked politely impressed while Vargas and Crowley had a hold of each other and were already rapidly speaking about our performance.

I could only catch snatches of their frantic whispers, “Did you see when he-?”

“OH! But when she-?”

I snuck another glance at my partner, meeting his eyes and confirming my thoughts immediately as I registered the smug smirk on his face. He'd already realized the exact same thing that I had. He’d passed.

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The lost Princess of the ocean - two

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Morning came too quickly and the sound of two excited people woke you. Zoro jumped beside you, waking to your movement. His eyes met yours in a moment of silent acknowledgement. The door burst open and Luffy was laughing.

“We have the map!” He announced. You give a small smile, which seems to be good enough for him and he returns to the main deck.

“How are you feeling?” Zoro asks you.

Your eyes drop away from him, a wave of shame trickling through you. His head tilts to one side trying to read you.

“It's okay. You're free now, okay. There are no expectations here.”

You nod, finally looking back to him. Zoro holds out a hand to you.

“Come on, it looks lovely outside tonight.” He coaxed you to get out of the bed. You do as he asks and move alongside him as his hand drops to the small of your back. He took note of how rough the material of your dress was, the worn away places around your elbows and tattered edging. This was clearly a dress you had been wearing for a long time.

The sea breeze sweeps across you, causing goosebumps to litter your skin. Zoro was right, the evening was beautiful and being on the boat felt amazing to you. It had been such a long time since you had been freely on a boat. You look down at your wrists once more before wrapping your arms around your body. Zoro had not only dressed your wrists but cleaned the blood from your face and stitched several wounds around your body. As he did you were painfully aware of the scars that decorated the length of your body. Not that he had commented on any of them, the swordsman had worked in almost silence and you thought perhaps he likes it that way.

Nami started explaining the maps to the two men when a series of smoke flares began to explode above the ship. You feel your body weaken as Zoro grabs your shoulder with one hand, the other on his sword. You both sink down as the smoke knocks everyone out.

Your eyes fluttered open when Nami touched your shoulder, behind you Luffy woke Zoro.

“They took my swords.” He grunts.

“And my rucksack, ugh, with all my navigation gear.” Nami groans. Luffy's hands jump to his head feeling the straw hat. He sighs gladly.

“They didn't take my hat.”

You had nothing of value to be taken so you said nothing. Zoro reached a hand over to you brushing back your hair to look at your face. He mouths ‘you okay?’ to you and you nod your head.

“Dammit, we've lost the map.” Nami says.

Luffy grins at her, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“No we didn't, it's in a safe place.” His hand taps his stomach and Nami grimaces.

Zoro punches at the wooden walls of your prison. The three of them argue about trying to escape and the marines, until Luffy explains that he had seen a Jolly Roger before passing out. The news didn't exactly make you feel any better.

The walls of the box fell open, revealing a circus ring. Zoro instinctively grabbed your hand pulling you half behind him whilst also grabbing for the missing swords. A crowd you can't see cheers.

“No. No, no, no, no. Stop clapping!” An extremely disgruntled clown marched into the ring, “No, stop! It's all wrong! The spotlight was late. You completely missed my entrance and where, oh, where was the dancing…lions?”

“Hey, I know you.” Luffy announced, “I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town. You're the clown guy. Binky, right?”

“Buggy.” The clown growled. “Buggy the Clown. Buggy, the Flashy Fool. Buggy, the Genius Jester.”

The two go back and forth about Axehand Morgan, Luffy announcing once more that he will be pirate king. You weren't listening, your mind was locked on the hand holding yours. No one had ever held you in such a protective way. Zoro's fingers were clamped around your palm. His voice breaks your thoughts.

“Alright, listen up. I am Roronaro Zoro. Drop your weapons and I may let you live.”

The circus pirates laugh. Zoro's hold on your hand faltered slightly, his fingers reaffirming their grasp on you.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a celebrity in our midst. Too bad I hate sharing the spotlight. Now, maybe we should skip right to the finale.” He holds his hand up with knives between each finger. “My freaks put quite a bit of rehearsal time into this little abduction and if I can't reward them with that map” Buggy growls, “I suppose I'll have to offer them a pound of flesh instead.”

“Wait, wait!” Nami steps forward between Buggy and Zoro. “ What if I have something else to offer you? Something more valuable than the map?” Your breath catches in your throat, sure she was about to reveal who you were.

“What if I give you a new freak for your crew? A rare talent. The most spectacular act in all of the East Blue. Besides you, of course.” She chuckles.

“Go on.”

You looked up to Zoro as he glanced around the room, counting the pirates you wandered.

Nami takes a few steps backward, grabs Luffy's hat from his head and throws it into the air before darting for the tent door and into the old village. All around she sees the carcuses of burned down houses, streets filled with rubble and decay.

One of the pirates tackles her to the ground and drags her back into the arena.

“Okay Here end the theatrics. I know one of you has my map, and I'm gonna get it back. What was it you said, Rubber Boy? That it was in a safe place? Don't look so surprised. I've got eyes and ears everywhere. So please make our guests uncomfortable in the green room.”

You're pulled away from Zoro as the clown pirates rip you all from the room, all except Luffy who is shoved back toward Buggy.

“I am gonna have a chat with my stretchy new pal.” He laughs.

#zoro x reader

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My Little Hybrid Family_Part 15

Tags: @ sweeneyblue1

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist  

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“Mistress!! Can I stay in your room tonight!!” Kalim cried that evening, latching onto your arm. 

“I would advise against that.” Jade said, glancing at his twin who had been in a particularly bad mood the entire day. 

Floyd snashed his teeth together, his eyes taking a crazed look,  “I’m staying with Shrimpy, tonight.” 

He was not going to entertain any other options. 

Not tonight! 

Kalim pouted, “But it’s been awhile since I was able to stay with our Mistress!” 

Jamil gave a longsuffering sigh, “Kalim, you’ll get your chance again. Perhaps we should be radical and let her pick.” 

Everyone pretended not to hear that. 

Kalim just pouted further, “But it’s been almost a month!” 

Leona yawned, “Oi, I don’t know why ya’ll are arguing! I shall sleep in her room tonight!” 

“NOT A CHANCE!!” several hybrids yelled at once. 

Malleus blinked at this new development. For some reason that evening, most of your hybrids got into an argument about who was going to stay with you that night. 

So, you didn’t mind any of hybrids being in your room? 

He glanced at you who made it a point to keep silent on the matter. He had never witnessed hybrids willingly wanting to stay with their human masters. Even sitting in a dark room for days on end was preferable to staying with whoever was his master at the time. 

But here, there were hybrids fighting over it? 

“Sea Lion, you always, always cuddling the Shrimpy!” Floyd growled, “Day and night just about! You're the reason why the rest of us barely get any time! You get her in the day, dragging her into the den for cuddles. Why should you get an all night cuddle too!” 

“Whatcha gonna do about it, huh? Wanna throw down?!” Leona flexed his claws. 

Floyd cracked his neck, “You lookin’ to get squeezed?” 

“Let’s not fight.” Azul spoke before adding, “I’m sure we can all at least agree it will be either one of you tonight, but only if you promise to let someone else have a turn tomorrow!” 

Although Kalim pouted, the rest agreed that it was coming down to Floyd or Leona. The only problem was that neither was willing to give ground. 

“It’s been getting colder! She keeps me warm and besides, as a coldblooded fish, are you sure you want your Mistress to wake up freezing tomorrow morning?” smirked Leona. 

“And with you smothering all over her, are you sure you don’t want your Mistress to wake up baking tomorrow morning?” Floyd shot back. 

You really hesitated to say anything when they got like this. You learned ages ago that siding with one or the other would only make things worse. They needed to duke it out between themselves, so they would all be satisfied with the results. 

You gave a yelp when Floyd suddenly appeared at your side and picked you up, “I’m taking Shrimpy tonight! You can wait until tomorrow! If you try me, I’ll wreck your den! I’ll destroy that couch you love so much, and then where will you take your precious little naps?”  

“Hey!!” You weren’t sure if that was in reference to him picking you up or the threat of destroying your den. 

“Oh my….” Jade murmured. His twin was worse off than he thought as he watched Floyd march off with you. Everyone had frozen, but then jumped as they heard the door to your room slam. 

Leona growled and held his head before marching off to his room. 

Azul’s eyes widened, “That worked?” 

“Wow…” Kalim murmured. 

“What is wrong with your twin this time?” Jamil snapped at Jade. 

“Fufufu, oh same as usual…” 

— — — —

The next morning at breakfast, you and Floyd were the last ones to wander down. 

“Good morning, you little guppies!!” Floyd cried with a freewheeling laugh. 

Malleus blinked. This eel literally did a 180 in a span of a night. 

“Enjoy yourself?” Jade inquired. 

Floyd nodded, “Yep!! I hugged Mistress Shrimpy allllll night!!” 

“You didn’t get too cold, did you?” Jamil asked you quietly. 

You gave a reassuring smile, “Nah, it was quite pleasant. Just added another blanket and we were good.” 

Kalim wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind, “But you are a little chilly.” 

“Am I?” 

“Not to worry, I have made tea in preparation for this.” Jade gestured to the table. 

You smiled, “How thoughtful of you!” 

Meanwhile, Leona was glaring at Floyd, who was busy bouncing from the kitchen to the dining room table and wasn’t paying him any mind. 

“Collect your eel, will you?” Leona barked when Floyd rushed by him for the umpteenth time. 

Azul calmly sipped his tea, as he flipped the page in his book, “Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t have any say over them. Those eels do as they like.” 

“I’m sitting by Shrimpy!” Floyd called out from the kitchen. 

Malleus speared a bite of his breakfast into his mouth as he watched quietly. So this was normal behavior for them? You smiled at him as you sat by him. It didn’t take long before Floyd was on your other side. 

“How’s your morning going, Malleus?” you inquired. 

“Very well, thank you.” 

“Any plans for today?” 

“Hm, well, I do have that book to get through. It’s very interesting that I keep rereading the previous chapters. I hope to make a little more progress through the rest of the book. The photos are a delight and the text leaves a vivid impression. The author of this book series really understands the beauty and how to present it.” 

You beamed, “I’m glad that you like it so well!” 

Malleus gave a smile before your attention was taken by another. 

True to his word, Malleus did retreat to the west den that has quickly become his own to bury himself into his book. When next he looked up, it was almost lunchtime. He stood and stretched. Perhaps a quick walk around would do him some good. 

When he exited the room, he didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly, he realized that he bumped into you. You stumbled back, but with his quick reflexes, he reached out and grabbed you around the waist. It took a moment before you could get your bearings. 

“Forgive me, Miss. L/N, I should have been watching where I was going.” He spoke, looking down at you, “Are you alright?” 

You looked up at him, having unconsciously grabbed his shoulders for support as you righted yourself before pulling away with a laugh, “Sorry about that. That’s my line, actually, but I never actually hear you.” 

Malleus dropped his arm from around your waist before holding his chin in thought, “Ahh, fae do not make any sound unless they want to. Perhaps I should start making a little bit of sound. Apparently it's annoying to everyone that I do not make any. Azul once remarked that I should wear a bell when I accidentally scared him quite badly.” 

You rolled your eyes, “A bell is a bit much. But no worries. We are all used to it right about now. First time we literally ran into each other though.” 

“Indeed. Did you need something, Miss L/N.” 

“Well, first, I’ve told you, no need to be so formal and second, lunch time!” 

“Of course, Miss Y/N and I was just about to make my way down there. I shall be there shortly.” 

“Cool, see ya!” you waved before bouncing off. 

Malleus stood for a long moment, his idea for a quick walk gone. He slowly raised his hand to look at his palm. That was the first time, that you had touched him, even if it was accidental. 

So what was this warmth that still flowed though his palm and arm? 

None of his other masters had ever inspired such a feeling. 

So what power did this child of man have? 

Part 16

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APRIL SHOWERS BRING MAY FLOWERS | MASTERLIST + RESUME

SYNOPSIS:

[Nikaidou Harunobu x OC]

“More often than not, it takes little to become friends. 

A splint, a drawing.  A fugue, a game of shōgi.  A piece of cake, a visit to the hospital.  And many more little things.

It takes little to fall in love - and it starts with you those two.”

MASTERLIST:

— 1.  Autumn's naps | AO3 link

Rating: General Theme: Kid fic, Friendship, Humor Other characters: Hanaoka, Shimada Kai (VIII), mentioned Kiriyama Rei (VII), mentioned Harunobu’s parents (II, III, IV) CW: Chronicle illness, Family issues, Chapter V can be upsetting and is, as a whole, full angst. 

I - The ones who can’t play | (2002 words) II - The lonely prince and the silly commoner III - A happy place IV - Hanaoka V - Let me pass (Tooryanse) VI - Shadow puppets VII - Not enough VIII - Thorns and forget-me-not Epilogue: Grow up

Art:

Nakagawa Kotone ||

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Christmast themes asteroids 😏💅🎄🎅🎁✨

wintery asteroids you probably didn't know about

MERRY CHRISTMAS, happy yuletide, happy holidays in general! i'll be honest it's not my thing to be like "here are these random asteroids with zero context or background." BUT TODAY THAT IS ME. and today i am also just name dropping some that i generally wouldn't promote because their origin does not match their name - eh lol - merry christmas ig.

what i classify as wintery in origin asteroids.

blader (asteroid 4059)

bladur was killed by mistletoe; more to come on that myth january 13th, 2023 ;).

boreas (asteroid 1916)

greek god of north wind, storms, and winter.

chione (asteroid 6261)

daughter of boreas, her name means snow.

gawain (asteroid 2054)

the epic takes place during the winter feast - gawain then treks through the woods to find the green knight as the year’s challenge nears it’s end (aka more winter). more to come on this asteroid soon in part 3 of asteroids that aren't getting more attention than this (literature edition)!

grendel (asteroid 541982)

"for twelve snow-seasons, grendel reigned over evening" (headley l. 143). more to come on this asteroid soon in part 3 of asteroids that aren't getting more attention than this (literature edition)!

holiday (asteroid 365443)

yay billy holiday is an idol and her jazz christmas album is something we could probably identify by ear but not by title - it's like classic holiday elevator music lol.

otzi (asteroid 5803)

the iceman, who i perviously spoke about.

persephone (asteroid 399)

when she left for the underworld, the world above turned to fall and then winter.

santa (asteroid 1288)

this asteroid doesn't have a set origin story, so we can just say this is santa claus lol.

tchaikovsky (asteroid 2266)

my beloved tchaikovsky started writing the nutcracker while on tour in america. when he came home to russia nearly a year later, the suite was performed in march then later that year in december it was performed to ballet in st. petersburg for the first time. tchaikovsky wasn’t a fan of the nutcracker and thought it was terrible in comparison to sleeping beauty, yet it is a christmas/winter staple over one hundred years later.

asteroids i don't personally classify as christmas-y/wintery because of their origin but that superficially have wintry names that can be liberally defined by other astrologers (just not by me as a conservative astrologer).

baker (asteroid 2549)

cookies :).

cslewis (asteroid 7644)

every santa should gift children weapons - the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe was a vibe.

feast (asteroid 10985)

whoville feast :0.

glo (asteroid 3267)

"trees and windows all aglow."

holly (asteroid 19955)

mistletoe is white - most people decorate with holly.

nestor (asteroid 659)

"the long-eared donkey :)."

noel (asteroid 1563)

noël comes from the latin word "nasci," in english "to be born" aka the birth of jesus.

ornamenta (asteroid 350)

close enough to ornament. you know like christmas tree ornament... you get lol.

post (asteroid 89903)

lots of christmas gifts and cards come by mail now a days.

rodulf (asteroid 44613)

"won't you guide my sled tonight?"

spirit (asteroid 37452)

“holiday spirit.”

stark (asteroid 31442)

house stark: “winter is coming.”

storm (asteroid 12182)

winter storms - blizzards and such.

sweet (asteroid 11727)

everything is sweet for the holidays - cookies, candy, etc.

tea (asteroid 453)

warm drinks only, of course.

valentine (asteroid 447)

i know i’m early af but it is technically a winter holiday.

wood (asteroid 1660)

fire places, trees, and more!

yeti (asteriod 2843)

ya'll ever see abominable? so adorable.

yule (asteroid 14960)

tis the yuletide!

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✨TrackSide Queen’s Masterlist✨

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Lewis Hamilton

Toto Wolff 

Daniel Ricciardo 

Pierre Gasly 

Mick Schumacher 

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of it and claiming it as your own.

🔎Posts 🔎

Lewis Hamilton Images

Lewis Hamilton Videos

Lewis Hamilton Gifs

🔥 Smut 🔥

White Lace ✨new✨

When Lewis dominates you, the last thing you should do is resist… You’ll find that out the hard way.

Lewis Kink List 

Handsy in the Car 

How Lewis would react if you’re being bratty and handsy in the car...

Too much to Handle? ✨new✨

You mess up the strategy..? They mess you up. Toto, Lewis and Michael are well equipped to teach you a lesson - or two.

The PR Fiasco  ✨new✨

As his pr it is your job to put Lewis in his place when he slips up, but can you make sure he'll behave next time?

The Lion, the Wolff and their Queen ✨new✨

Lewis, Toto and you have a champagne filled threesome.

The Forbidden Fruit 

You and Lewis try anal for the first time...

Take over Control 

Lewis teaches you how to be a dom for the night..

A Point to Prove 

Lewis gets upset with you, but you’re having none of it, leaving you both with a point to prove..

Club Night 

Lewis fucks you in the bathroom of a club and cum drips down your legs as you get back onto the dance floor.

Trust Me? 

After you get ambushed by reporters Lewis feels guilty, but later that night he fucks his frustration out on you.

Hotness in Monaco

There is a heatwave in Monaco and Lewis walking around naked doesn’t help relief the heat, but he knows what will.

A Little Patience, Birthday Boy 

At his surprise party Lewis realises you have one more surprise for him in store...

❤️ Fluff ❤️

Eternal Soul  ✨new✨

Weary and blue. That’s how you feel, but the last thing you want is to distract Lewis.

HC: Daddy Daughter Podium ✨new✨

Lewis takes his baby on the podium for the victory celebration

The Perfect Night

The perfect night Lewis had planned for you turned out a little different than expected, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Toto Wolff Images

Toto Wolff Video’s

Toto Wolff Gifs

Toto Wolff Aesthetic Moodboards

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When Hearts Find A Home ✨new✨

Against All Odds 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 (Will be continued)

4 years of med-school and this is what you get- babysitting an injured billionaire; but at St. Lucille’s Hospital nothing ever goes according to plan.

Professor Wolff Bad Romance

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

Professor Wolff keeps on giving you bad grades for no apparent reason, so you march up to his office, only to find out he has other intentions…

Love by the Seaside ✨new✨

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

The Fire you Start

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Bonus Chapter 2.5 |

You are Toto’s press officer and what starts out as a meaningless hook up, turns into a steamy office romance.

A Package Deal

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Toto gets to know your Luca and slowly but surely it starts to feel like a real family.

🔥 Smut 🔥

The Secret Seduction ✨new✨

Suspiciously, your dad’s best friend and business partner comes over a lot for dinner. You’re determined to get to the bottom of it, quite literally.

The Lion, the Wolff and their Queen 

Lewis, Toto and you have a champagne filled threesome.

What’s my Name? 

Toto hears his name through the hotel walls as you pleasure yourself and decides to help you out.

Mile High Club 

A long week has past and a long week is ahead, but Toto takes his time to reward the dedication of his assistant.

Briefing Room Heat ✨new✨

After messing up the race Toto has a lot to say, but when he crosses the line you're sure to make sure he'll make up for it. On your terms.

Always Happy 

After the fia meeting Toto releases his stress, praising you the whole night, showing you how much he appreciates you in more ways than one.

I’m Your Cherry, Baby

After teasing Toto during his meeting he teaches you a lesson and shows you exactly why he’s your valentine.

Champagne Soaked 

Toto flies you out to a GP and after winning a race the two of you have a champagne filled celebration.

Night at the Office

Your boss Toto takes you in his office after a late night meeting, and a night full of stress turns into a night filled with pleasure.

The Perfect Addition 

Your life is perfect, married to the man of your dreams, a sweet little princess in your life, but you and Toto feel the need to create an addition to your little Wolff-Pack.

Pretty Woman, Walking Down the Paddock 

Toto arranges for you to come to the race weekends to ‘soften up his image’, but the mutual agreement turns into something a little more personal. (based on the plot of Pretty Women)

A Ride to Remember 

Toto takes you on a picnic in the Italian country side, and a nice meal turns into steamy love making under the warm sun.

Stress Relief 

After a though day at the office you know just what Toto needs to calm his nerves.

The Clipboard Power Play 

After putting Toto in his place at work, he gives you a taste of your own medicine at night, teaching you a hard lesson.

Longing for You 

After being away from Toto for so long, you burn for each others’ bodies, not letting a laptop screen stand in your way.

Now That I’ve Got You.. 

After years of denial, you and Toto finally confess your feelings and now that he has you he (quite literally) can’t let go.

A Shot for the Big Boss 

At his birthday, Toto tries to get close to you and the unthinkable happens...

Too much to Handle? 

You mess up the strategy..? They mess you up. Toto, Lewis and Michael are well equipped to teach you a lesson - or two.

❤️ Fluff ❤️

This One Means Forever ✨new✨

A story about a difficult ‘goodbye’ between two people who are soul-bound for a lifetime.

Anger, Regret, Love, and Hate 

After forgetting Valentine’s day Toto does everything in his power to make it up to you. Even if it takes all night for you to forgive him.

Toto to the Rescue 

You don’t feel well at the race and Toto takes care of you.

Tale of the Lost Voice 

You find out how Toto lost his voice and you take care of him for the rest of the day.

Safe in your Arms 

As the storm rages outside you go to Toto, putting aside the fight you had earlier, and you nuzzle in his arms, reminiscing about the past.

All the Stars Aligned 

After a long day Toto surprises you with a lovely dinner and bath, after which you nuzzle up on the sofa envisioning your future together

Scruffy Daddy 

After some quality daddy-daughter-time Toto realises it might be a wise decision to keep his scruff. 

Give Me Love 

On an easy Sunday morning you and Toto discuss your wedding plans and end up slow-dancing in the living room.

Starting Our Wolff-Pack 

Toto receives the best new in the world from you... you’re pregnant and  ready to start your little Wolff-pack.

Home Sweet Home 

Toto and you arrive at home for the first time after welcoming your little princess Nina the the world.

Romancing the Parabolica

Toto takes you on a date in Monza around the old track, and charms you all night long.

🔥smut🔥

Sweet Surrender 

In a heated argument Toto gets turned on when you call him by his full name as you put him in his place.

The Red Folder  

Toto teases you as you can’t reach for a file on the top shelf in his office.

Crossing Boundaries 

Toto needs to pee real bad but you happened to be taking a bath.. a boundary that has never been crossed and he’ll teach you a lesson for giving him a hard time.

Surrender to the Vibes 

Toto edges you with a remote vibrator at the Price Giving Gala.

Midnight Distraction 

In the midnight-hour you give Toto a well-deserved distraction.

Handsy in the Car 

How Toto would react if you’re being bratty and handsy in the car...

❤️ fluff ❤️

Piggyback Rides

Toto gives you a piggyback-ride back to the hospitality after a wet race.

Tale of the Thousand Shirts 

(In dedication of his embroidered shirts) For the first time you walk in Toto’s closet and you can’t believe what you see...

The Appropriate Reward 

Toto kisses you after getting his question right, but his challenge continues…

The Price you’ll Pay 

Toto’s feelings are hurt after someone commented on his hair, but you’re about to let him how beautiful he is.

Partners in Crime 

Toto is having a difficult time needing you more than ever.

Under the Sea 

On an easy Sunday morning you curl up on the sofa, watching Toto play with the little one.

Buns in the Oven 

How Toto would react to an unplanned pregnancy...

🔥smut🔥

Toto Kink List 

Let Them Know  ✨new✨

Just Toto and his unbuttoned shirt...

🔥 Smut 🔥

Handsy in the Car (requested)

How Daniel would react if you’re being bratty and handsy in the car...

Fireworks of Passion (requested)

At a new years party you and Daniel have an intimate moment as the clock strikes 12 and fireworks sparkle in the sky.

❤️ Fluff ❤️

Friendly Neighbour 

Daniel invites you to join Michael and him for a training session, but he can’t keep his eyes off you and tries to make his move.

Pierre Gasly 

🔥 Smut 🔥

Mine, and Only Mine 

Pierre takes you to track and you get attention from the drives, but you make sure he knows just how much you’re his girl.

Mick Schumacher

❤️ Fluff ❤️

Night Sky Full of Love 

Mick invites you to spend new years with his family, and he has a little surprise for you.

DISCLAIMER: I write RPF or AU’s (in which the characters are always single) and these works of fiction are written with respect and the best intentions at heart. The characters are based on real people, but the words and events portrayed in my stories are fictional and do not reflect on the actual people written about. The words represent my own interpretation of what I perceive in the media of said person . They are not intended to be mistaken for fact, and no libel is intended. 

WARNINGS: I am an 18+ writer and this is mainly an 18+ blog, thus, responsibly consult the warnings in the header of each piece of work and refrain from reading if you’re a minor when the warnings apply. These warnings include age-restriction, explicit content and trigger warnings associated with the piece of writing, and is intended to ensure a safe engagement with my work. 

SAFETY: This blog (@TracksideQueen) and the post thereof aim at the creation of a safe and enjoyable community for all, with freedom of speech, expression, and of (sexual) exploration within the respectful limits. Thus, refrain from malign remarks; and please do not hesitate to consult me if you either feel offended by a post, or by the comments under one. 

This is a safe space for all.

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Wonderland: Kili x Reader

P A R T E I G H T

Series Overall Summary: During a visit to Iceland, Y/n’s sense of reality is ripped away from her when she is lured into a cave in Reykjavik by a mysterious force and discovers an ancient passageway to a world she believed was just mere fiction; Middle-Earth.

Chapter length: 4.5k

Kili x Reader

(Slight) Legolas x Reader

Requests are open.

MASTERLIST

“There is no point in arguing, we cannot pass through the wilderness without Beorn’s help!” Gandalf’s voice woke Y/n from her peaceful slumber.

She groaned and rubbed her eyes, still rather drowsy. She pulled herself from her make-shift bed and yawned, it was then when she heard more voices from the kitchen area. She staggered into the room, greeted by a grim-faced Gandalf and bewildered dwarves.

“Ah, Y/n, there you are. We are about to greet our host.” Gandalf said, making for the door. “Now this will require some delicate handling, the last person who startled him ended up torn to shreds.”

Out the crudely carved window, Y/n could see the figure of a very large and hairy man chopping wood.

“Y/n, you come with me.” Gandalf motioned for her to come forward. Gulping, Y/n stepped past Kili and Fili who were looking rather pale.

“I-is this a good idea?” Y/n asked. Why did she have to go first with Gandalf to meet Beorn?

“Yes, yes, now the rest of you just wait here and don’t come out until I give the signal and only come out in pairs.” Gandalf paused, turning to Bombur who was munching on a carrot. “Er, Bombur, you count as two, so come out alone.”

“Alright,” said Bombur.

“And remember, wait for my signal!”

---

Y/n’s clammy hands fiddled with the ring in her pocket as she followed Gandalf out into the fresh air. There was a chilly breeze that swayed the trees and the sun was hidden behind the grey clouds.

Y/n bit her lip as they got closer to Beorn; an abnormally tall (at least eight foot tall), muscley man with a great mane of brown hair that made him look like a lion. Y/n’s steps slowed as her eyes landed on the large, shiny axe clutched in his hand.

Chop! Another log was split in half, making Gandalf flinch.

“You’re nervous,” Y/n whispered to the wizard, which made her even more apprehensive.

“Nervous? Don’t be silly, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure,” Y/n muttered, taking good care to stay behind Gandalf. She gulped as they came to a stop a few metres away from Beorn.

“Morning!” Gandalf said loudly, but Beorn only grunted and kept swinging the axe - chopping three more logs. After a few more attempts of trying to catch his attention, Beorn finally stopped chopping.

“Who are you?” Beorn growled.

“Gandalf. Gandalf The Grey.” Gandalf bowed and Y/n stumbled, trying to match his actions.

“Never heard of him.” Beorn swung around and glowered at Gandalf.

“I-I am a wizard. Perhaps you have heard of my college, Radagast The Brown? He resides in the southern borders of Mirkwoo-”

“What do you want?” Beorn asked.

“To simply thank you for your hospitality. You may have noticed that we took lodgings in your refuge here last night.” Gandalf said, turning around to point at the cabin, which revealed Y/n cowering behind the wizard.

“Who is that!?” Beorn tightened his grip on his axe when his gaze fell upon Y/n. Y/n could feel her blood pumping through her veins, leaving her mouth and throat feeling rather dry.

“Ah, this would be Lady Y/n, a human from...earth,” Gandalf said, placing a hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

“Earth? Never heard of it. How come a human and wizard are travelling together?”

“The truth is that we have had a bad time of it. From Goblins in Mountains-"

“What did you go near Goblins for? Stupid thing to do.”

“You are absolutely right!” Gandalf said, waving his hand in the air. Y/n jumped when Beorn swung his axe back, staring at something behind Y/n and Gandalf.

“Dwalin,” Dwalin bowed as he marched through the doorway, followed by Balin.

“And Balin.” Balin bowed.

“Several of our group are in fact...dwarves,” Gandalf said with a pale face.

“Do you call two, several?” Beorn bared his teeth.

”Well...when you put it that way, there could be more than two.” Gandalf stuttered and Y/n watched with a cocked eyebrow as the wizard began using his fingers to fake-count the dwarves.

“Right, that’s us.” Y/n heard someone say from behind, followed by the footsteps of two more dwarves.

“Here are some more of our happy troop,” Gandalf said. Y/n swayed from side to side, feeling a heavy weight in her stomach as Beorn began to step forward.

“And you call six a troop?”

“Well-”

“What are you? A travelling circus?” Beorn said. Gandalf began to fake laugh, which angered Beorn even further. Y/n opened her mouth to speak when she heard two more dwarves scuttle out.

“Ori,”

“And Dori,”

“At your service.” The two dwarves bowed low, but Beorn only growled.

“I don’t want your service,” Beorn said.

“Absolutely understandable!” Gandalf held his hands up with a painful smile. And once again, two mores dwarves hurried through the door.

“Oh, Fili and Kili, I had quite forgotten them,” Gandalf said as Fili and Kili joined the rest of the dwarf huddle. When Gandalf pointed to Fili and Kili, four more dwarves rushed out, tripping over their own feet.

“And there is Bifur, Bofur Nori and...Bombur.” Gandalf closed his eyes with a sigh. Y/n looked over her shoulder at the group of dishevelled dwarves with a nervous smile.

“Is that it?” Beorn asked, but his eyes trailed up to the door and one last dwarf appeared.

“Ah, that is Thorin,” Gandalf said.

---

Y/n winced as she took a seat between Fili (who was drinking deeply from a jug bigger than his head) and Kili (who was twirling the braid that she gave him) at Beorn’s table. Her stomach was beginning to sting terribly again, but she didn’t want to tell the others at that moment - they had enough to worry about.

“So, you are the one called Oakenshield?” Beorn said, placing a bowl in front of Y/n. She was rather surprised (but very glad) that Beorn had set out a feast for breakfast; fresh fruit, cheese, freshly made bread, milk and ham.

“Yes,” Thorin said. He didn’t join the rest at the table, instead, he stood at the back of the room with folded arms. Y/n suspected that he didn’t trust Beorn yet.

“Tell me,” Beorn turned towards Thorin. “Why is Azog hunting you?”

“You know of Azog?” Asked Thorin. “How?”

“My people were the first to live in the mountains before the Orcs came down from the North. The Defiler killed most of my family, though it is rumoured that some escaped through a cave in the mountains, to a different realm. Though no such cave was found. But the rest he enslaved.” Beorn said, lifting a milk jug, revealing a broken shackle around his wrist.

Escaped through a cave into a different realm? Y/n’s eyes flicked towards Gandalf, who looked deep in thought. Could it have been the same cave that she got lost in before waking up there?

“He enslaved us for sport.” Beorn continued. “Capturing Skin-Changers and torturing them seemed to amuse him.”

“There are others like you?” Bilbo said, perched on the bench with a stiff back.

“Once there were many. Now there is only one - me.” Beorn said, making Y/n look down at her hands. “You need to reach the mountain before the last days Autumn?”

“Yes, before Durin’s day,” Gandalf puffed his pipe. Y/n spared a glance at Thorin, who had his arms folded with a frown.

“You are running out of time.”

“Yes, that is why we must go through Mirkwood,” Said Gandalf.

“A darkness lies upon that forest. Foul things creep beneath those trees, I would not venture there unless in great need.” Beorn leaned forward with a grim face.

Y/n suddenly felt queasy - if Beorn, a man that could turn into a great black beast was afraid of going into Mirkwood, how should she be feeling about the situation?

“We will take the elven path,” Gandalf said with a weak smile, though his eyes betrayed him. “Their path is still safe.”

“Safe? The Wood-elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin - less wise and more dangerous.” Beorn muttered.

Y/n certainly didn’t like the sound of that. The elves she met in Rivendale were rather nice and very skilled fighters from what she saw, so she dreaded to think what these elves from Mirkwood were like.

“But it matters not,” Beorn said, his eyes glued on Thorin.

“What do you mean?” Thorin asked taking a step forward.

“These lands are crawling with orcs, their numbers are growing. And you are on foot, you’ll never reach the forest alive.” Beorn said, standing up and Y/n shuddered. “I don’t like dwarves, they are blind to the lives they deem lesser than their own.”

“Is he going to kill us?” Kili whispered to Y/n.

“I’m not sure, but I will be really mad if he does.” She whispered back.

“But Orcs I hate more. What do you need?”

---

The sun had only just turned west when they started on the journey to Mirkwood, and till evening it lay golden on the land about them. It was difficult to think of the pursuing orcs behind, and when they had put many miles between them and Beorn's house they began to talk and to sing again and to forget the dark forest path that lay in front.

“Kili, where did you get that braid?” Bofur whispered to the youngest dwarf. Y/n looked over her shoulder at Kili and Bofur, who were riding a few paces behind her. She was on a grey horse she rode shakily beside Gandalf and Thorin

“Y/n…” Kili mumbled back with a pink face.

“Y/n? Y/n gave you a braid? By Eru, this is a brilliant day!” Bofur exclaimed, clapping his hands.

“Shh,” Hushed Kili, glancing at Y/n. “I don’t need the whole company knowing!”

“Sorry,” Bofur whispered with a grin. “But when are you going to tell the others that she braided your hair? ”

“I’m not sure,” Kili bit his lip. “I’m not sure she knows what it means to braid a dwarves hair.”

“Then ask her!” Bofur groaned. “You would make the perfect match!”

Y/n frowned as she listened into this conversation. What was the big deal about braiding Kili’s hair? She did remember how flustered he got when she asked him, but she just brushed it off. Had she offended him in some way? What did it mean to braid a dwarves hair...was there a significant meaning?

“I’ll ask her later, but now we need to focus on the quest.” Kili puffed with pink cheeks.

“You better, I hate cliffhangers,” Bofur muttered before trotting his pony forward.

---

The next morning dawned bright and fair again. There was an autumn-like mist white upon the ground and the air was chill, but soon the sun rose red in the East and the mists vanished, and while the shadows were still long they were off again.

So they rode now for two more days, and all the while they saw nothing save grass and flowers and birds and scattered trees, and occasionally small herds of red deer browsing or sitting at noon in the shade.

The company chatted quietly amongst themselves and separated into smaller groups. Y/n had divided into a group with Kili, Balin, Bilbo and Bofur, who were all arguing about pumpkin pie.

“...then you add cinnamon to the dough before you roll it-”

“No! You don’t use cinnamon, you use allspice-”

“We are getting close now!” Gandalf yelled to the group, interrupting the baking argument (much to Y/n’s relief). “That treeline in front of us is the beginning of Mirkwood.

A dark treeline loomed ahead, casting a dark shadow over the land. Even from a distance, Y/n could feel something evil about those woods.

“You find more cheer in a graveyard,” Gloin muttered as they got closer to the forest. He wasn’t wrong though - the trees were dark and lifeless, no birds or insects could be seen or heard.

“Here lies the gate to Mirkwood,” Gandalf said, hopping off his horse. Y/n watched as he stepped into the dark forest, trailing his hand over the curled stone gate.

“I see no sign of the orcs. I think we have luck on our side.” Dwalin said as Y/n clambered down off her horse. She reached her hand into her pocket and fiddled with the little golden ring. On the hills behind them, she could make out the great shape of a black bear prowling the cliffs. Beorn, Y/n thought. Beorn must have been guarding them.

“Set the ponies to lose,” Gandalf said, his eyes following Y/n’s gaze. “Let them go back to their master.”

“This forest feels...sick. Is there no other way around?” Bilbo asked, coming to a stop at Y/n’s side.

“Not unless we go two-hundred miles North and double that South,” Gandalf said, wandering into the woods.

Y/n watched as the wizard stepped deeper into the forest. There was something in there that made her feel nauseous. At first, she thought it was still the side effects of her wound, but the more she peered into the darkness, the sicker she felt. Y/n’s eyes began to droop as she rolled the ring between her fingers.

Whispering.

Something was whispering to her, but she could not make out what it was saying to her. A coldness ran through her veins as the whispering got louder and louder, more intrusive. Yet she still couldn’t figure out what it was saying.

A huge flaming eye with a black slit down the centre flashed across Y/n’s mind, sending a horrible burning sensation down her spine. And within an instant, it disappeared.

“No, keep my horse! I need it!” Gandalf yelled, making Y/n’s eyes flick open. What the hell just happened?!

“You’re not leaving us?” Y/n asked with a pale face.

“I would not do this unless I had no other choice.” Gandalf came to stop beside her. “You’ve changed, Y/n Daniels. You’re not the same girl that left Rivendale.”

“I was going to tell you…” Y/n slipped her hand into her pocket once more. Should she tell him about the ring? When she tried to get the words out, her voice became stuck. “I - I found something In the Goblin Tunnels.”

“Found what?” Gandalf asked, peering down at Y/n, and for a split second, she could have sworn that Gandalf glanced at her pocket. “What did you find?”

“I found...my courage.” Y/n managed to squeeze out, suddenly not wanting Gandalf to know about the ring.

“Good, you’ll need it,” Gandalf said, his blue eyes still glinting. He turned around and climbed back onto his horse before looking to Thorin. “I’ll be waiting for you at the overlook, before the slopes of Erebor. Do not enter that mountain without me.”

“We will wait,” Thorin said.

“This is not the greenwood of old, there is a stream that carries a dark enchantment. Don’t touch the water. Cross only by the stone bridge. The very air is heavy with allusion - it’ll seek to enter your mind and lead you astray.”

“Lead us astray? What does that mean?” Y/n muttered, glancing at the dark forest.

“Remember, stay on the path. Do not leave it, otherwise, you’ll never find it again!”

---

The entrance to the path was like a sort of arch leading into a gloomy tunnel made by two great trees that leant together, too old and strangled with ivy and hung with lichen to bear more than a few blackened leaves. The path itself was narrow and wound in and out among the trunks. Soon the light at the gate was like a little bright hole far behind, and the quiet was so deep that their feet seemed to thump along while all the trees leaned over them and listened.

As Y/n’s eyes became used to the dimness she could see a little way to either side in a sort of darkened green glimmer. Occasionally a slender beam of sun that had the luck to slip in through some opening in the leaves far above, and still more luck in not being caught in the tangled boughs and matted twigs beneath, stabbed down thin and bright before them. But this was rare, and it soon ceased altogether.

There were black squirrels in the wood. As Y/n’s sharp inquisitive eyes got used to seeing things, she could catch glimpses of them whisking off the path and scuttling behind tree trunks. There were odd noises too, grunts, scufflings, and hurryings in the undergrowth, and among the leaves that lay piled endlessly thick in places on the forest floor; but what made the noises she could not see.

The nastiest things the Company saw were the cobwebs: dark dense cobwebs with threads extraordinarily thick that often stretched from tree to tree, or tangled in the lower branches on either side of them. There were none stretched across the path, but whether because some magic kept it clear, or for what other reason Y/n could not guess.

It was not long before they grew to hate the forest as heartily as they had hated the tunnels of the goblins, and it seemed to offer even less hope of any end. But they had to go on and on, long after they were sick for a sight of the sun and of the sky, and longed for the feel of the wind on their faces.

There was no movement of air down under the forest roof, and it was everlastingly still and dark and stuffy. Even the dwarves felt it, who were used to tunnelling, and lived at times for long whiles without the light of the sun; but the human and the hobbit felt that the was being slowly suffocated.

“Found the bridge!” Kili yelled from the front of the group. As Y/n shuffled closer behind Bilbo, her stomach dropped.

The bridge - or what was left of the bridge had crumbled and was thick with black vines. There was no way across. The river flowed bright in the darkness, a pale mist lay over the liquid making Y/n’s eyelids feel heavy and her already thick mind whirl.

“Could we try to swim it?” Bofur asked, stumbling near the edge.

“Did you not listen to Gandalf? These waters are enchanted. A black magic lays upon this river.”

“Doesn’t look very enchanting to me,” Y/n muttered, wiping her drowsy face.

“We must find another way across,” Thorin said.

“These vines look strong enough to me, we could swing over,” Kili yelled back, tugging on a vine.

“I don’t think that is a good idea-”

“Alright, we send the lightest first. Bilbo, on you, go,” Thorin interrupted Y/n, ushering the Hobbit towards the vines.

“...alright…” Bilbo muttered, scrunching his nose. Y/n watched apprehensively as the hobbit grabbed a vine and pulled himself up onto a log. She really didn’t think this was a good idea.

“Be careful!” Y/n called, her heart thudding in her chest as Bilbo shuffled along the vines.

“It’s alright, I can’t see any problem-Aggh!” Bilbo slipped from the log and barely caught a vine, preventing him from plunging into the silver river. “I think I found a problem…”

“Are you alright!” Balin yelled as Bilbo hauled himself upright with a grunt.

“Y-yes, almost there!” Bilbo took another leap and landed on the other bank with a soft thud. Y/n’s shoulders relaxed as she watched the Hobbit dust himself off.

“Y/n, your turn,” Thorin said, motioning her over to the vines.

“Great,” Y/n grumbled, taking a hold of a rough vine in her hands. “Just to warn you, I have no upper body strength.”

“You’ll be fine, just take it slowly-” Kili stopped short when Y/n’s foot slipped and she lurched forward. In her flurry, she grabbed another vine, suspending her in the air.

A hot shooting pain soared through her abdomen, making her hiss. Had she opened her wound again?

“I’m okay!” She yelled, gulping as she stared at her reflection which was mere inches away.

“Be careful, lassie!” Gloin said as she struggled to pull herself up. Once she had steadied herself, she took little steps along the fallen tree, painfully gripping the vines for dear life.

When her foot made contact with the bank she collapsed onto the ground beside Bilbo.

“I really should have gone to the gym more often.” Y/n groaned.

“Whats a gym - oh lord, look!” Bilbo pointed at the vines. The rest of the company had clambered onto them and were at various stages of shuffling themselves along the fallen tree.

“They could have just gone one by one! Why did they go all at once!” Y/n said, running a hand through her hair as the dwarves swayed from side to side on the vines. The next to land on the bank was Thorin.

“There is something not right,” Y/n said, glancing around. It felt like eyes were watching them in the gloom.

Crunch!

Y/n’s head whipped around, and in the darkness, there appeared a white stag that glowed brilliantly in the gloom. The stag bowed its head and scraped the rotten leaves with its hooves. Y/n was mesmerised, she had never seen such a creature before. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Thorin raising something.

“What are you doing?” She asked, eyes widening as Thorin aimed his crossbow. The arrow whizzed through the air, missing the stag by inches. It grunted before shooting back into the darkness, leaving them all alone.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Y/n said, shaking her head. “Bad luck.”

“I don’t believe in luck,” Thorin growled, “We make our own luck.”

---

It had been a few hours since the company had clambered over the silver river, but their luck had only gotten worse. They had lost the path. The company has spent hours wandering the woods in search of it, but it was no use. They were lost.

The forest air seemed to become thicker as they delved into its depths, making Y/n feel extremely lightheaded and dizzy. Her eyes struggled to keep focus as she trudged along behind Kili, who was constantly tripping over his own feet. Y/n shook her head, trying to clear her mind, but her thoughts were thick and slow like tar. Nothing made sense - at least, nothing made any logical sense.

When she looked down at her feet, it looked like they were walking backwards, and when she looked ahead at Kili, it looked like he had four arms. And she was pretty certain Kili didn’t have four arms when she met him.

“We need...to take...a break…” Dori said, his voice echoing in Y/n’s ears. She rubbed her blurry eyes, but she was still seeing double. She wished that Wizard was with them...what was his name again? She frowned and shook her head. G...gand...Gandhi? No, that didn’t sound right.

It was then when a noise caught her attention. Voices...voices were hissing and echoing throughout the woods.

“Do you hear t-that?” Y/n said, staggering forward. “Do you hear the voices?”

“I hear nothing,” Thorin replied, “No wind, no birdsong...what hour is it?”

Y/n swallowed thickly, the pain in her side was getting worse. She frowned at the thick webs that were wrapped around the tree beside her. She raised a shaky hand and strummed her fingers over the sticky material.

A quiver rang through the web, vibrating along the other trees wrapped in white cobwebs. That was odd, she thought, strumming it again. The webs looked like some elaborate communication system.

"We need to keep heading North!" Thorin said, cutting through Y/n's thoughts.

"But where is North? We've lost the sun!" Fili said, kicking up a pile of mouldy twigs.

"The sun…" Y/n slurred, gazing up at the dark canopy of trees as she tapped her head. If she could get up there, she could find the sun and find North. "I'll climb a tree and find North!"

"Good...idea…" Slurred Thorin, patting her on the back.

Y/n  had never had much practice in climbing trees, but the company helped hoist her up into the lowest branches of an enormous oak that grew right out into the path, and up she had to go as best she could. 

Y/n pushed her way through the tangled twigs with many a slap in the eye; she was greened and grimed from the old bark of the greater boughs; more than once she slipped and caught herself just in time; and at last, after a dreadful struggle in a difficult place where there seemed to be no convenient branches at all, she got near the top. 

All the time she was wondering whether there were ugly spiders in the tree, and how she was going to get down again (except by falling).

Y/n's eyes were nearly blinded by the light. She could hear the dwarves shouting up at her from far below, but she could not answer, only hold on and blink.

 The sun was shining brilliantly, and it took a long time for her to get used to it. When she could, she saw all around her a sea of dark red, ruffled here and there by the breeze; and there were hundreds of bright blue butterflies fluttering in the light breeze.

She heaved in a deep breath of crisp air, and for the first time in hours, her head began to clear.

Peering into the distance, she could make out a pale blue solitary peak surrounded by the flaming evening sky.

"I found it! I found North and the Lonely Mountain!" Y/n cried, but she got no answer. They must not have heard her…

Just as she was about to clamber down, something caught her eye. A little way ahead of her, the trees were...moving?

"What is that?" Y/n muttered to herself, gawking at the rustling trees. Whatever was moving those trees must have been very large...and it was coming right her way!

---

Posted: 14th October 2021.

Thanks for reading! The next chapter will be posted soon!

Legolas and Thrandaddy will be in the next chapter as well!

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