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aelinpav · 1 year

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Remember that one time Aelin was uncomfortable with the idea of Mikhail being around 10 years older than Ansel…

But then went on and married a Fae who was over 300+ years old? 😂😂

#throne of glass #heir of fire #rowan x aelin #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #the assassin’s blade #aelin whitethorn #aelinandrowan #aelin galathynius #ansel of briarcliff #queen of shadows #crown of midnight #kingdom of ash #empire of storms #tower of dawn #celaena sardothien

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ifreakingloveroyals · 1 year

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23 February 2015 | Queen Elizabeth II meets with Lord Dyson, Chairman, Magna Carta Trust, Sir Robert Worcester, Chairman, Magna Carta 800th Trust, Lord Neuberger, Professor Robert Hazell and Joshua Rozenberg during a reception to mark the 800th anniversary of the Magna Carta at at Buckingham Place in London, England. (c) Nick Ansell/WPA Pool/Getty Images

#Queen Elizabeth #Lord Dyson #Robert Worcester #Lord Neuberger #Robert Hazell #Joshua Rozenberg #Britain #2015 #Nick Ansell #WPA Pool #Getty Images

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royalpain16 · 4 months

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Wood Farm, Sandringham Estate

Wood Farm is a farmhouse on the British Royal Family's Sandringham Estate in Norfolk, England. Historically occupied by members of the Royal Family and their guests, the house was a long favourite of Elizabeth II. From his retirement in 2017, the house was home to Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh.

Wood Farm is a five-bedroom cottage located in a secluded part of the Sandringham Estate, overlooking the sea. It has been described as a “comfortable open beamed cottage two miles from the ‘big house’”. The house is half a mile from the Wolferton railway station and is located near the stables and pheasant shooting grounds.[1] Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, reportedly decorated the walls with his own art, redesigned the kitchen and bedrooms.

In 1904, the farmhouse was referred to as “Marsh Farm" by local residents. King George V and Queen Mary sent their youngest son, Prince John, who suffered from epileptic seizures to reside at Wood Farm in 1917. He tended to a garden alongside a flock of chickens, occasionally receiving Queen Alexandra as a visitor before his death in 1919. The cottage was subsequently rented out for a number of years, including to James Ansell, the royal family's physician, before his retirement in the 1960s.

Elizabeth II and her family began using Wood Farm in 1967. Prince Philip chose the cottage for the family or guests to stay in without the huge staff or costs presented by the main house. Staff have been reported to not wear uniforms at the cottage. The Queen has also been described to have cooked and done the dishes while in residence. Charles III, when Prince of Wales, began to host shooting parties at Wood Farm during his college years, and continued to use it as a country retreat in adulthood.

The cottage is also a guest house for visitors who want "complete privacy". Diana, Princess of Wales, stayed at the farm with the Queen during a shooting party before her engagement. Divorced spouses of royals such as Sarah, Duchess of York are often put up at Wood Farm during holiday periods so they can be close to royal children without officially being at the Queen's festive holiday celebrations at Sandringham House. Catherine, Princess of Wales, stayed at the cottage during her visits to Sandringham early in her relationship with William, Prince of Wales. The couple reportedly continued to host shooting parties at Wood Farm after their marriage.

After his retirement, Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh lived at Wood Farm. He was often visited by the Queen, and reportedly ran a truffle farm on the grounds of the cottage.

- Wikipedia

#sandringham #royal estate #royal residence #wood farm

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lcvescountdown · 10 months

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i really like how all the characters in the assassin's blade returned later in the series. i feel like most prequels were published after the series, but the prequel for throne of glass wasn't. the assassin's blade wasn't just a prequel providing some context about celaena/aelin's backstory or simply some of her adventures, but an introduction to some characters from celeaena/aelin's past who return and have importance to the plot. ansel, who i originally dismissed as just a character who was meant to affect celaena/aelin's character development, came back as the queen of the wastes and an ally to aelin. i thought aelin's trip to the red desert was supposed to be for a mentor type of experience and for her to discover a little bit of honor and morals she has left. in reality, it was also meant to introduce the reader to the silent assassins, provide a bit of backstory, and give a reason why they had a life debt owed to aelin. i think sarah j. maas plans out the plot very well and has so much foreshadowing i (stupidly) dismiss.

#the assassin's blade #throne of glass #aelin ashryver galathynius #celaena sardothien #ansel of briarcliff #the silent assassins #empire of storms #fantasy #sarah j. maas #prequel #lysandra #throne of glass lysandra #sam cortland #arobynn hamel #slay #books #reading #books and reading

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lorcandidlucienwill · 5 months

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Who pulls the most guys???

Damn this one is tough ngl. Most of the sjm ladies hold the men by the balls🤔. but here we go: Gets next to none: Lidia Cervos- only bc of that ass Pollux. She rizzed Ruhn while still in a relationship tho so that has to count for something. Ansel of Briarcliff- Honestly I keep forgetting she exists so she’s in this category. Ariadne- being imprisoned in jewelry for years kind of keeps you from pulling anyone. She pulled Flynn within 5 seconds of release tho. Gets a few: Lysandra- Honestly she’s so low on this list bc she had to shapeshift in order to pull anyone. Also she chose Aedion. Sorry, but really? You could’ve chosen literally anyone else, why would you choose the basic blonde? Gets quite a few: Manon- she’d get more but the whole man-eating thing is kind of a turn-off for most guys. Not our murderous king Dorian tho. Nesryn- she was the second-place girl until she got a crown prince panting after her. Queen shit. Gets many: Yrene- she had Kashin following her around like a lost puppy, AND she pulled our resident girl-rizzer Chaol mfing Westfall. In a few months too. Morrigan- She doesn’t get as many bitches as she’d like, but unfortunately for her she pulls many guys like Cassian, Azriel, and Helion. The Elites: Celaena Sardothien/Aelin Galathiniyus- somehow the murderous thing doesn’t put people off as much as it should. It put Chaol off (a little bit) but he still fell in love, poor boy. Sam, Dorian, Chaol, Rowan. That’s a lot. Bryce Quinlan/Danaan- I put her slightly above Aelin bc she’s had so many partners, she doesn’t have the murderous thing to put people off, AND she rizzed Ithan unintentionally in like 5 seconds. Nesta Archeron: She had Cassian, Azriel, Helion, and Eris panting after her like dogs. In record time too. Despite doing her very best to put them off. Feyre Archeron: I mean she rizzed up three high lords. Enough said.😂 Top tier: Elain Archeron: Something about having the male pining after another girl for 500 years develop an unhealthy obsession with you, having the number 1 bitch magnet be pining after you, his mate, and having the literal CAULDRON be in love with you, with a bitchy older sister ready to kill and whore for you is just guy-pulling behavior. There’s just something about her. She’s mysterious, it draws you in. You want to know more. Why are they so protective of her? Points deducted for Graysen rejecting her tho. Elide Lochan: Come on, we all knew it was coming. Elide is number 1 without a doubt. Elide came out of a tower and walked the entire court of Terrasen+ the Thirteen like DOGS. She could pull almost anyone if she tried hard enough.

#lidia cervos #ansel of briarcliff #ariadne the dragon #lysandra ennar #manon blackbeak #nesryn faliq #yrene towers #morrigan #aelin galathynius #celaena sardothien #bryce quinlan #feyre archeron #elain archeron #elide lochan

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the-modern-typewriter · 8 months

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Are you planning to publish any more books in the future? other than the God Key, already finished that :D

Yes :)

Though I don't have a complete first draft of either of the next ones yet. I have a lot of projects up in the air which means that it can be slow going on any one project.

Contenders for up next, depending on what I finish first, are:

Totally WIP/not really posted anywhere...

Moonlight Drowning - girl trying to rescue her sister from a fairy king (probs king, dithering on changing to a queen), appetite, desire, I'm thinking dark romance fantasy vibes.

Say Yes - my initial idea was a fluffy contemporary ace YA romance. But honestly, I'm not a fluffy person, and I might veer adult instead. We'll see what happens.

Then there is all the Patreon stuff. These are probably the closest to actual novels at this stage.

Adrian and Demarion - gay pirates, so help me god I want it done at this stage. It's been lingering on my to do list for far too long and it's driving my nuts!

For Kingdom, Come - dark fantasy gay royal romance??? Magnus and Leo. Idk. Good prince gets captured by evil prince. Shenanigans. Currently sitting at 48,000 words. Nearing the end. It's definitely in the last act now.

The Forbidden Section - weirdly fluffy/angst/ust romance about a Dark Lord (Eiran) and the scholar the dark-magic obsessed scholar (Akira) who he blackmailed into being his apprentice. It's primarily a romance with a sprinkle of magical school/chosen one plot. Currently sitting at 52,000 words. Over halfway through. Maybe beginning of third act?

The Birthday Gift - a novella about a villain's nonbinary sidekick (Absolute Zero/Zee) who gets giving the hero (Evolution/Jason) as a birthday gift. Story spins out from there. Currently sitting at 25,000 words. Nearing the end.

Cheating Death - human (Sebastian) walks in on his human lover (Kristian) cheating on with a vampire (Ansel). He finds out that he's secretly been their mission to protect all along, because he has magical blood that can cure vampirism. Plot shenanigans and polyamory to follow. Currently sitting at 37,000 words.

And that's not getting into the WIPs that are currently sitting on my abandoned/needs serious re-work pile.

Double Exposure - f/f serial killer thriller. The first few drafts are finished, but I'm not 100% happy with it. Needs a lot of work still.

The Forever Girl - a middle grade novel about a girl (Maeve) who becomes best friends with Time after her dad dies. I think I need to spend more time with children if I'm ever going to finish that one. It's outlined and the first draft is 75% written haha.

#my novels #wips #my wips #stories #writeblr #there's also always the self pub versus do I try and trad pub debate #I love The God Key but I think it's pretty niche #anything from Patreon would be a self-pub as it's already out there

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albywritesfiction · 7 months

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Main Characters Intro: Prince Ædric Aurelius

His name means “blessed ruler”

25 years old

Demisexual

Neat black hair, intense violet eyes, leaner and taller than Ædan, his skin is tanner than Ædan’s after hours of practicing his swordsmanship in the sun (he often chooses to train without his shirt on)

His physique is similar to Ansel Elgort

His mother is Queen Lucia, the king’s second wife and true love

He’s the eldest among the four children that King Ærick and Queen Lucia share (Royal Family intro post also in the works!)

Has genuinely admired MC since they were younger because he always saw MC studying hard in the lessons they had in preparation as the future consort

Pretty unpopular because he’s known to be indifferent and cold to others

He’s been indifferent to every noble lady and their ambitious mother who approached him because he can immediately tell that they just want to advance their station

He also rejects every noble who attempts to pander to him to try and climb up the political ladder

He may seem stern, indifferent, and cold, but those closest to him know how he only lets those he truly cares for feel his warmth

He’s in command of his own division of knights. His right hand man is the stoic Lieutenant Commander Bertrand Stonewall, who has also been his best friend since they were children

#after the end #ate-if #ate-if character intro #ate: ædric #ate: bertrand #ate: king #ate: lucia

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loonylooly · 5 months

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guys we need to send reinforcements i'm in my ansel of briarcliff obsession phase AGAIN

#ANSEL OF BRIARCLIFF #QUEEN OF THE WASTES #HOT ASS GINGER #MY POOKIE WOOKIE PIE #MY HONEY BUNCHKINS #we're married actually

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sarahnotjmaas · 7 months

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Okay I did it Here are my notes for the tandem read:

Tandem Read

Empire of Storms:

Manon’s crown helmet sounds really cool

These mother fuckers don’t wanna recognize her as queen!?!? She literally can and will protect you from EVERYTHING. I hate men lol

No they cannot kill Asterin. It’s too early in the book I can’t take that

The way she burned that soldier from the inside out with just one little blow of breath was so cool

Omg Manon attacking her grandma!!!

I cannot belief Rowan told Gavriel about Aedion like that!!!! There were much more sensitive ways he coulda said that shit

So Aedion meeting his dad went well😂 “I didn’t expect to say any of that” lol Aedion and Aelin are really the same person huh

Okay Manon and Dorian is way hotter than Aelin and Rowan I don’t even care. Fight me.

Also I feel like if Aedion and Lysandra got more attention they could’ve been *chefs kiss but we get Elide and Lorcan instead. Don’t get me wrong there okay but I think would’ve preferred more focus on Aedion and Lysandra….

Okay I lied about that^

The liken?? Crazy! Aelins power goes stupid hard! I love how SJM describes her power and how she burrows down into it!!

Ansel is back and remind me why we trust her. She’s a known traitor…..

Excuse me??? Dorian or Aelin have to give their life!?!? No. NO!!!! IF SJM KILLS DORIAN!!!!!!!!!

THAT FUCKING BITCH MAEVE!! THEYRE MATES!! I knew it! I didn’t know how but I knew it! This also only gives me more hope for Azriel and Elaine in ACOTAR.

They’re married 😭😭

Tower of Dawn:

So Chaol is acting a little ableist and I low key hopes he learns to be a warrior from a wheelchair. I don’t see that happening but…..

So he’s gonna walk but what are the dynamics here I’m confused

The healer from the womb being found dead in the library is low key scary. I’m glad I didn’t read that at night hahaha

I stand by my statement from the last book that I don’t like Chaol and Nesryn together. They don’t spark anything in me but Nesry and Sartaq, Chaol and Yrene?? Now that intrigues me.

The acolytes gushing over Chaol, CUUUUUTEEE!!!

Him telling Yrene, ‘I didn’t want you to show them’ made me tear up

Ooooooo laying in that bed with her made his toes curl, me too Chaol

Damn Nesryns note was kinda cold. Her and Sartaq are kinda cute though. And like it do be an adventure lol

Chaol and Yrene one a date 🥹🫠

I don’t care about Nesryn lol. Hope she gets the bird people to fight in the war but 🥱

CHAOL IS WALKING my heart is soaring!! I loved everything about that. Yrene tugging him into a corner to make out! Yes!!!! She better get some dick on her birthday! That better be Chaols gift

Okay so the locket was precious but the birthday sex was better hahaha

When is Yrene gone meet Aelin!?!?

Omg SARTAQ!!! I fucking hate spiders wtf

MAEVE IS QUEEN OF THE VALG!?!? WHATTTTT???

Does Rowan know?? How could he not?

Yrene said “I thought the sex was good before but now that he’s fully healed !!!!” Good for you sis

It’s wife right. Her place is his wife. I stg

So while all his friends are facing war and death, Chaols falling in love and getting sloppy toppy lol good for him

Duva is the valg??? Didn’t see that coming

NOOOO CHAOLS BACK! My man got to walk fully healed for like a day! He only ran once

Aww him and Yrene are bonded like Rhys and Feyre!

Sartaq!!!! Omg Nesryn and Sartaq! That was so hot “never from you” 🫠

Chaol and Yrene are married 😭LADY WESTFALL 10/10

Unpopular opinion: tower of Dawn might be my favorite book in the series lol

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bookish-rival · 8 months

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Kiss under the gevran Mistletoe

Art by the amazing @gessueter and commissioned by the lovely @StardustSteph(Twitter) aka @leiaamidala

A short fanfic of Wren x Alarik from the books Twin Crowns, Cursed Crowns and Burning Crowns by Catherine Doyle & Katherine Webber

Pairing/Ship: Queen Wren Greenrock, King Alarik Felsing

Trope: Enemies to Lovers, Rivals To Lovers, Fluff, Angst

Warning: Mention of characters death, cursing

Summary:

Queen Wren needed some fresh air during festivities held at Grinstad Palace, hosted by Royal Family of Gevra. While taking a stroll through the quiet hallways together, Wren and Alarik noticed a Mistletoe hanging above them. Wren is given a choice. To either kiss her mortal enemy (once again) or walk away, ignoring her growing feelings for him.

WARNING! This story takes place after the second book, so HUGE SPOILER ALERT FOR BOTH BOOKS!

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Hi!

This is my first EVER story I’ve written and posted here. The Twin Crowns series has captured my heart for some time now, and only after reading the second one did I start imagining my own stories for these characters.

The books are absolutely amazing! I cannot wait for the third and final book of this trilogy.

I therefore tried to come up with my own little scenario.

A few things in advance: This is my first fanfic I wrote and English is only my second language, so there might be a lot of mistake in there. I also used exact parts from the books to fill in the flashbacks, so if some parts sound familiar than that’s because it’s 100% copied from the books hahaha.

I also didn’t know how to set the scene and mood correctly, so it starts of with a fast summary of the books (so big spoilers) as it explains why Wren happened to be in Gevra once again. There’s a big jump into the story as the two were already walking together. I didn’t know how to start off, so if it feels a bit rushed I’m sorry.

Please show more support to the authors of this series and I hope that you will enjoy this little oneshot.

Have fun!

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The Christmas season is coming to a close and every year the royal family of Gevra holds a huge feast at Grinstad Palace to celebrate.

This year however, the Twin Queens of Eana, Rose Valhart and Wren Greenrock, as well as their best friend and strongest ally King Shen Lo of the Sunkissed Kingdom, have been invited as honorary guests by King Alarik Felsing of Gevra himself.

The cold hearted King of Beasts invited them after a long exchange of letters with the Queens.

Their last meeting included the second death of the King’s younger sibling, Prince Ansel.

After he died in Eana, Wren was forced to bring him back with forbidden blood magic which caused him to return as a living corpse more than a real resurrected human being.

After multiple attempts of warning King Alarik and his sister, Princess Anika Felsing, about the dangerous outcome, they later agreed on letting their brother rest in peace.

The Felsing siblings asked Wren to perform her healing magic to send Prince Ansel’s body in a peaceful slumber, but it didn’t work when she tried.

Later, her sister Queen Rose took on the task and gave the Prince the peace he wanted, and his family the peace they needed.

The exchange of letters with the Gevran King also involved a specific evil witch, that holds a dangerous threat to both their kingdoms. The festivities are a perfect chance to talk about forming an alliance to fight this threat together.

That’s why, even though the twin Queens feel a chill running down their spines just thinking about traveling to Gevra, they still accepted the invitation. Hoping to officially bury the hatchet with the icy realm and additionally, build an alliance between Gevra and Eana, as a gift to their people.

*End of Summary*

The King of Gevra, and the Queen of Eana left the noisy ballroom behind, as they walked through the hallways of Grinstad Palace.

Alarik suddenly stopped under a door arch, as he noticed something on the ceiling. He looked up amused.

“What’s so funny?” Wren said as she looked up suspiciously, trying to see what got the frost-hearted King’s attention.

At first she didn’t realize what she saw, but then she remembered the Gevran tradition, Princess Anika told her about. The so called ”Mistletoe”, saying two souls whom stand beneath one, will have to peck their lips or be cursed for life.

Wren mumbled swear words while nervously looking around if anyone can see them, hoping, even a tiny bit, that their privacy will be interrupted and her complicated flame of desire for the ice cold king wouldn’t develop and confuse her any further. Dammit. That’s exactly the reason, why she was avoiding private moments with him.

Suddenly, her head got clouded in the memory of the first and last kiss they shared.

The time they made out in the middle of her self made blizzard, outside of Grinstad Palace.

She remembers the moment Alarik smiled into the kiss, not being afraid of the witch in his arms or the blizzard at his back. Both trying to find release from their own grief, and finding it, in each others embrace.

She shock her head, trying to get rid of those memories before they overtake her actions.

Only after gazing back at the King’s face did she realize that she must’ve looked absolutely pathetic, looking around for people, turning all shades of red trying to distract from the mistletoe hovering above them.

“I am not kissing yo-“

“Too bad, it’s tradition.” King Alarik stepped foward, cutting her off. She immediately looked away trying to hide her red face.

Wren couldn’t take it, she was looking like a fool in this moment. Trying to get the upper hand in this, she took a stride towards him, facing him directly.

“Where’s your mother? I’d rather kiss her.”

A chuckle escaped his throat. “That’s very low. Even for-“

“A witch?” Wren crossed her arms.

“-you.” Alarik finished.

“Same thing.”

Another low chuckle. “You may be a witch, having your own kind of spells…”

Alarik glided even closer, making Wren tilt her head to look in his shining blue eyes.

“But……if you break a Gevran tradition, you’ll end up being cursed for life. Is that what you want?”

“….Are you blackmailing me right now?”

“Perhaps.”

“I feel honored, your Majesty.” Wren said while sarcastically curtsying to him.

“But with all my, none existing, respect for you… I will NOT be kissing you.”

A smirk came across her lips, thinking she finally turned the conservation around.

Alarik hummed in response.

”Oh don’t worry, your Highness…” His sarcasm mirrored her own.

”I never said anything about you having to kiss me.” He said while slowly decreasing the distance of their bodies, causing Wren to retreat backwards until her back hits the wall of the arch.

”W-What?” Wren hated how intimidated her voice sounded. Alarik was so close that she could feel his breath on her face.

”What made you think…” His right hand caressed her silvery strand of hair, until he reached her cheek. He wasn’t touching her cheek, his hand was just levitating beside her face. Wren could only feel a light touch, because her trembling would cause her face to slightly brush against his hand.

Her eyes darted to his left hand that had found itself gently placed on her waist, his thumb soothingly drawing circles over her skin, sending even more shivers up her spine.

”…that You will be the one initiating the kiss.” He whispers, almost afraid that someone will hear them, even though it was obvious that they were completely alone.

Wren’s eyes met his, immediately getting trapped in his gaze.

Once again the memory of their past kiss slipped itself into her mind.

She knew Alarik Felsing can kiss. His quiet ferocity to his passion, the way he held her tightly against him, how he angled her head to claim her mouth and the way she let him back then. The moment his lips seizing hers, the spark being ignited and them being consumed in its fire.

The Gevran King closed the distance further, pulling the Queen out of her thoughts. She slammed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the feeling of his soft lips against hers once again. Deep down feelings of uncertainty and guilt creeped up. But the touch of his lips never came.

She opened her eyes again, trying not to let any signs of disappointment from her gaze betray her feelings to him.

Alarik‘s eyes weren’t closed. They were mainly focused on hers, like he never closed them in the first place, making it seem like he never intended on kissing her at all.

Her confusion grew with every millisecond the King wasn’t moving.

The Gevran King, Alarik Felsing, was a powerful, selfish man. He could get everything he wanted, he could’ve captured her lips right then if he so desired and yet, here they were. Not kissing.

Just staring in each others eyes, as his hands continued to ghostly hold her waist and hair, not daring to capture her with more force. And additionally, Alarik didn’t show any interest of wanting to close the remaining distance. He did not move, and he was not going to move.

The Witch was held loosely in the embrace of the Icy King, free to step away from him and leave any building feelings for the King behind, or capture his lips herself, if she so desired.

Wren couldn’t believe it. Was he messing with her?

Was it all just a game? Finding the perfect time and spot to make her vulnerable and then mess with her? Slowly, but surely, the old feelings of anger and disappointment towards the cold-hearted King of beasts returned. Deep down Wren had a feeling that, sooner or later, Alarik would tease her about the heated kiss they shared in the past. It was obvious that he was gonna be the one who’d bring it up again. He enjoyed it, for some sick reason she doesn’t really wanna know.

But she didn’t enjoy it. She never wanted to kiss him. She hated him. They hated each other.

The blizzard of her confused feelings clouded her mind mind that day, she wasn’t thinking straight. The kiss was a mistake.

Her now furious eyes flickered at his gaze, trying to find some truth in his annoyingly shining blue pupils. Then, a sudden thought overtook her mind. The moment she threw herself at him in the heated moment, appeared before her.

It was snowing in the courtyard as they held each other, both screaming at each other, as Wren’s new magic created a snowstorm around them, pushing them closer, due to her emotions raging inside of her. Snowflakes landed all over their clothes, hair and a single one stopping on Alarik´s bottom lip.

“I hate you!“ Wren hissed. “I hate you more than anyone I’ve ever met!“

“And you think i care?“ Alarik sneered. “I hate you too.“

“Tyrant.“

“Brat.“ He shot back.

“Wretch.“

“Witch.“

“So what?!“ Wren’s gaze fell to that single snowflake on his lip.

Alarik held her face in his hands. Trying to hold her still and stop the blizzard going out of control around them.

“Wren.“ He said with a serious tone. “Stop. It.“

“Make. Me.“ And then, they were kissing.

Wren didn’t know why she licked the snowflake from his bottom lip. Or why he opened his mouth to seize the kiss. But it happened.

She initiated the kiss.

SHIT. She kissed him.

If not for that damn snowflake on his impeccable lips, it wouldn’t have happened. But it did. And now it was gonna happen again.

This time, however, she was thinking straight. She’s able to stop the kiss and the forming of any more complicated and uncertain feelings for the man infront of her. Guilt, grief, anger, frustration, disappointment. Those feelings were just a few snowflakes in the blizzard of suffering roaming inside her, at this time. Wren couldn’t stop the blizzard now, nor ever, she feared. But she is able to keep someone else from getting drawn into her storm.

She had to stop this. To protect herself, and him, from more complications between each other. To protect them both from another mistake.

“Too close…” Wren swallowed as she looked into his eyes.

She was sure that deep inside his gaze, was a spark of hurt and disappointment, before his eyes turned to an understanding look, as he slowly retreated his face from hers. Giving her space. When his hands left her body, she trembled from the lost feeling of his closeness.

This happened before.

She was broken. Too broken to see someone else’s feelings. Too broken to see her own feelings.

To see, to feel, what she really wanted, what she needed.

After failing to heal Prince Ansel a few months ago, she ran away, breaking down in her room. She couldn’t do to. She couldn’t heal the Prince’s soul and give him the peace he desired. Wren couldn’t. No matter how much she wanted to. And she did, want to. She wanted to fix her mistakes. By using forbidden magic, she poisoned her own soul.

She cursed herself. She was broken.

”You are not broken, Wren.”

Alarik’s voice reached her memory. She wasn’t alone with her grief, that day. There was someone else next to her.

It was Alarik. He ran after her that day. He saw her in her weakest moments. In her most pathetic moment. And yet, he had no intention of making fun of her.

“You are not broken.” Alarik said.

“Yes, I am! What the hell do you know?!”

“I know that if you can bring yourself to care about something beyond yourself, you are not broken.”

He raised his hand, curling a strand of her hair around his finger.

When he lifted it, Wren saw that it was bright silver.

“See how much you care, Wren.”

Alarik traced the single black strand in his summer wheat hair, which developed after his fathers death.

“My father once told me that to know grieve is to know love, and you cannot love something if you’re irretrievably broken.”

Back then she was staring at the King, trying to figure out where this version of him had come from, or if perhaps it had been there alll along, hiding beneath his icy facade.

“You once told me that love is a horrible business.” Countered Wren sobbing.

“It is.” said Alarik “But why does that have to change anything?”

Her shoulders sagged under the weight of the truth.

“I can’t fix Ansel, I can’t even fix myself.”

“You don’t need to be fixed. You just need time to heal.”

Wren closed her eyes, feeling his grief as her own.

He stepped back.

A small, wayward part of her wanted to reach for him, at that moment.

To curl herself in his embrace and distract herself from the crack in her heart.

“Go home. Find your healing witch.”

She’ll never forget his soft and fleeting smile. The way a moment of peace in a lifetime of war was given to her, by the man she called her enemy.

He stood back then, and the moment slipped away. He stood back now too.

”But…” Wren’s broken and timid voice reached Alarik in a second, as he once again searched for her eyes. She looked at him, her vision slowly decreasing as tears developed in her eyes.

Wren let the last moment to slip away. But she wasn’t gonna let this one slip away.

She grabbed his belt and pulling him closer, his nose inches away from crashing into her forehead. Her hands were trembling while holding onto the fabric of his shirt, almost turning white due to her fierce grip.

”But…” Her eyes slipped a little further down and land on his lips once again. “…not close enough.”

”Wren...” Alarik whispers, softly, before she pressed her lips against his. Immediately, he melted into her.

Different than their past lip debate, this was a different sensation. Sweet, not hasty or needy. Soft, tender, sincere. Things she never expected from the Gevran King.

This time, the kiss didn’t develop into a fierce battle of emotions, it stayed as a diligent touch, lingering long enough for both of them to adapt their breathing until their chests were heaving in synchronization. Alarik gently moved his right hand though her hair, while the one on her waist continued to massage her tender flesh. It made her lightheaded, forming an empty space in her mind with no room for doubt, grieve, or any other feeling other than….this.

Once again, it was the selfish and fierce King with an ice block as heart, that gave her even the tiniest bit of peace in the battle she was fighting, the one in her country and in herself. This second of vulnerability from both her, a witch queen, and the gevran king, made her feel at peace. Even if it didn’t hold long.

Her feelings were just as confusing and complicated as the man she was embracing. Alarik was a complicated man indeed. Last time she discovered new side of him, it that twisted her stomach. Wren didn’t like how it cast Alarik in a different light, not as a brutal king but as an ordinary young man. She didn’t want to think of him like that. Every time she spares a thought for him, good or bad, it gets intertwined with guilt. It would slowly start to eat her from the inside, until she couldn’t tell if it’s right or wrong. She didn’t want to feel too much, she didn’t want things to get mixed up and grow more complicated. After all, the only person who gets more insecure about their own indefinite feelings, is her.

Due to her thoughts, the young Queen unintentionally squirmed in his hold, which caught Alarik‘s attention. As if he could read her mind, and feel her building doubt, he slipped his tongue through her lips, surprising her so much, that a squeal and moan escaped her at the same time.

She broke away from his hold, trembling more with embarrassment than fury.

“You slipped a tongue in there, you fuckin-“

“Well, you were making weird noises so clearly you enjoyed that.” He joked, showing off his canines. She offendedly pushed him backwards, so her back wasn’t pressed against the cold stone wall anymore.

“This changes nothing. I still hate you.”

“Didn’t seem that way a second ago.”

“I-“

“You kissed me.“

“Shut up.”

“That was-“

“That never happened.“

“Wren, I don’t think this ego lift is ever going to fade.“

She attacked him with a punch. Like he saw it coming, Alarik caught her wrist and pulled her into his chest, holding her hand against his heart.

“Still hate me?”

“Definitely.”

“Just as much?”

“Hmm…maybe…” she reached her other hand infront of his face. Her fingers pressed strongly against each other, not leaving a gap between the tips. ”This…less.”

Alarik smirked, distancing himself once again as he lead her hand towards his face.

”I’ll take what I can get.” He pressed his lips to her hand. Wren silently gasped as the feeling of his lips left her skin.

”I need a drink.”

”What’s the magic word?” Alarik said, jokingly.

“Oh, yeah nevermind. I’ll get it myself.” She scooted past him, hearing a faint chuckle erupt from his mouth.

Together, they made their way back to the festivities, shoulders brushing softly with each step, as the sound of their footsteps, just like their feelings of distrust towards one another, slowly quiet down.

The End.

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ifreakingloveroyals · 4 months

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23 February 2015 | Queen Elizabeth II looks on as she is shown a copy of the magna carta by Dr Claire Breay of the British Library during a reception to mark the 800th anniversary of the Magna Carta at at Buckingham Place in London, England. (c) Nick Ansell/WPA Pool/Getty Images

#Claire Breay #Queen Elizabeth #Britain #2015 #Nick Ansell #WPA Pool #Getty Images

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"Jaune Gets A Gun AU - Day 2" Another Rival - Tiny Tina

Inspired by @howlingday's weapon posts.

Jaune: It looks like they have a pretty good selection over there. Maybe we can...

????: J-Baby?

Pyrrha/Ruby: J-Baby?

Jaune: (Turning slowly) I KNOW that voice.

Jaune: TINA?!? Is that really you?

Tiny Tina: In the flesh, babe. Who are these... ladies?

Jaune: They're friends of mine from Beacon.

Tiny Tina: They look a little more than friends, and I don't think I like it. Nope, nope, nope, don't like it one bit.

Jaune: Stop kidding around, Tina. What brings you to the gun show? Last I heard, you were going after another vault.

Pyrrha: Jaune, who is this?

Jaune: (Rubs the back of his neck) Sorry, introductions. Pyrrha, Ruby this is Tiny Tina. She's a...

Tiny Tina: The most energetic, kick ass, explosive woman in his life!

Nora: (From out of thin air) Blasphemy! I'm Queen of that Castle, Girl!

The quartet looked about themselves in confusion. Jaune, Ruby and Pyrrha actually expecting Nora to appear from nowhere...

Tiny Tina: (Cackling in a slightly unhinged way) Oh, bring it, sister!

Nora: (Again from thin air) Oh, it's been brought, and then some!

Ruby: (Moving to stand slightly behind Jaune)Jaune she scares me.

Pyrrha: (Watching Tina argue with empty air) How do you know her?

Jaune: Well, we were best friends since kindergarten, and then she kind of just left when she was thirteen.

Ruby: Why did she leave?

Jaune: Something about locating a great treasure that would prove her worth to me and my mom?

Ruby/Pyrrha : *Thinking* Another Rival!

Tiny Tina: So J-Baby, what are you doing here? Aside from looking for my badass booty?

Jaune: Take off the mask. It's creepy and cute... but more creepy.

Tiny Tina: Fine.

Tiny Tina: Better?

Jaune: Better, and to answer your question, I'm here to find a gun.

Pyrrha and Ruby take a step back as Tina just starts laughing maniacally. In fact, she's laughing so hard that tears start rolling down her cheeks. Jaune just shakes his head and then gives her a light, almost gentle karate chop to the top of her head...

Tiny Tina: (Rubbing her head and pouting) Hey, what was that for?

Jaune: You were doing it again.

Tiny Tina: Oh, sorry about that.

Jaune: No worries.

Tiny Tina: So what is this about you wanting a gun? Cause, I distinctly remember when I WAS trying to teach you to shoot, you were saying, and I quote... Knightly Heroes Don't use guns...end quote.

Ruby: That was a pretty good impression of his voice.

Pyrrha: And it is totally something he would say.

Jaune: (Rubbing the back of his neck) Well, I've been shown the error of my ways. So why are you here?

Tiny Tina: Just wasting time waiting for my flight back to Ansel... which I don't have to take now.

Jaune: How come?

Tiny Tina: (Leering Grin) Because you're here, J-Baby... and you are even more fine than I thought you'd be. So what do you think?

Jaune: About?

Tiny Tina: Getting groovy and giving this Queen some sugar baby.

Ruby/Pyrrha: *GASP* No... No... NO...

Jaune: (Laughing) Stop kidding around, Tina.

Tiny Tina: (Moves dangerously close to Jaune) Whose kidding... Hail to the Queen, Baby.

Jaune: (Swallowing) Hey, um, getting a little close...

Tiny Tina: I have to if I want to... umph!

Jaune watches confused as Pyrrha and Ruby grab Tina from each side and physically drag her away from him.

Ruby/Pyrrha: Enough of that bitc...

Jaune: Swear Jar! Both of you!

Tiny Tina: (Sputtering) What the f...

Jaune: Swear Jar for you too, Tina!

Tiny Tina: (Looks at Ruby and Pyrrha) Is he serious about that?

Pyrrha: Unfortunately yes... now IF you would be so kind as to take a long walk off a short...

Jaune: Hey, seeing as I'm looking for a gun, and you are like Ruby and really know your guns, want to help?

Ruby: But she was just...

Tiny Tina: (Pulling herself free of Pyrrha and Ruby) Would love to J-Baby. So where to first?

Jaune: (Rubs the back of his neck) You have any suggestions, oh and Tina.

Tiny Tina: Yes?

Jaune: It's nice you kept the ears...

Tiny Tina: (Blushing) Why than...

Ruby: Alright, let's try out the booths over there! That group looks promising, right, Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: Yes, right. It looks... promising.

Jaune: Hey, I thought you guys said it looked unpro...

Tiny Tina: Shut-up, your face, and let's get shooting!

Jaune stumbles as Tina yanks him towards the booth in question, while Ruby and Pyrrha have a quick and silent conversation, with an instantly agreed upon outcome.

Ruby/Pyrrha: *Thinking* - Tina must go

Around a corner, barely suppressing her rage, Emerald watched it all, and came to a very similar conclusion...

Emerald: *Thinking* - He... SHE will be mine... after I remove you three.

(Will Jaune survive this twist of fate? Can the Ruby and Pyrrha handle even more competition for their Blond Knight? Is Tiny Tina the prophesized challenger to Queen Nora's reign? Will this author EVER get back to making gun jokes?)

#jaune arc #ruby rose #rwby #pyrrha nikos #tiny tina #borderlands 2 #arkos #lancaster #topaz #tiny tina x jaune arc?#jaune gets a gun au

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Hey! I absolutely love your stories, and right now I'm super excited to see how TBBW will continue ☺️. I'm really curious how you came up/what inspired you to write everything about the werewolf lore and Klaus' dad being alive and quite amazing if I say so myself 🥰.

Thanks so much! And oh boy, is this a question. So, what did inspire me to write the werewolf lore and Klaus' father into the story?

Well.

That comes down to the very fundamental reason why anyone chooses to write fanfiction. I watched TVD up to s5, then I watched TO up to s3 and you know what I said to myself?

That's fucking stupid.

And then I re-wrote canon my own way out of a mix of rage and spite. Here's how:

First off - the werewolves in the tvd universe are so under-developed and shallow characterisations it wants to make me SCREAM. Like, at least for vampires, we have sire bonds and the intimacy of blood sharing, the implications that powerful vampires controlling big cities, little coffee shops with UV protected windows, the differences between daywalkers and nightwalkers - an idea of an actual SOCIETY out there. For werewolves? There's none of that. The ability to turn into a wolf on a full moon is perceived as a 'curse' by vampires and witches alike, their bite kills vampires and they've been hunted to almost extinction, and that's it. That's all we're given. There's some development in TO to do with packs and how they work, but again, very shallow writing. And again, TO, so it was centred around Hayley's werewolf journey not fucking, oh, I don't know maybe KLAUS MIKAELSON WHO IS PART WEREWOLF, THE ORIGINAL HYBRID???? So yeah. Not sure it even counts at this point.

[deeply inhales]

Sorry, it all makes me very angry thinking about it, as you can certainly tell. See, all that I can probably forgive because it is called The Vampire Diaries and not The Werewolf Diaries - makes sense they didn't spend as much time fleshing out werewolf culture and customs, the details of the species. But then. THEN they had to go bringing Klaus' biological father back from the dead - a man he never knew but probably longed to have known after his death, that little boy inside who always wanted a real father not an abusive shitbag - and then. They. Fucking. Killed him off.

Not only that but KLAUS killed him off.

Add the fact Klaroline was meant to be endgame, ENDGAME I SAY, thus, I was fuelled by such fury and spite I had to rewrite the entirety of tvd's s3-s4 because that, my friends, was the last straw and I could not live in a world where something SO stupid was left unchallenged.

So. It all began with Lycaon, really.

In TO, Ansel is the name of Klaus' father. However, I always thought it would be more interesting if his father looked more like Klaus (Ansel's actor, Lloyd Owen, doesn't look much different from Mikael, brown hair, chiselled chin, etc), for various reasons, mainly being it would be amazing to explore Klaus growing up thinking he looked like the sister that died before he was born, not knowing what his true father looked like and having no other reference since he didn't share Mikael's features. It's like, another layer of detail to him coming to terms with being a bastard. So, if I did bring in Klaus' father in with the name Ansel, readers would be forever associating the character with that physical appearance, which I didn't want. Knowing that, I decided to completely rewrite the entire character from scratch.

'Lycaon' is actually of greek origin - I did look at norse names, but none of them spoke to me, not like this one did. Lycaon just rolls of the tongue so beautifully, and it means 'king of wolves', which was rather fitting I thought. Makes Klaus a little lost prince almost, a reference to a favourite klaroline fic of mine, which expands beautifully on the werewolf lore: The Lost Prince and The Eternal Queen. The people of Scandinavia were travellers and conquerers too, famous for their navy, and with the Greek's influence in Europe, I didn't think it was too outlandish for a greek name to pop up. Like it's improbable, but lets suspend our disbelief a little on that front.

I can't quite remember what inspired Lycaon as a whole (it's been like, 3 years lol). I know I wrote that first chapter of The Little Wolf more as a way to get an idea out of my head. It wasn't about the klaroline then or any of tbbw's plot - even the rest of the little wolf's plot - which I came up with much later. It was just that scene, little Niklaus running through the woods and finding a wolf within them that felt oddly like home.

(And somehow, that one scene bloomed into what's probably going to become a 800k megafic, but isn't that how it always is, with writing?)

Going onto the deeper details of the werewolf lore... that's a mash up of everything I love about werewolves, honestly. There's inspiration drawn from other shows, of course, like Teen Wolf for example and even Twilight much to my shame (those books/movies are questionable okay but the werewolves looked BADASS) as well as just general myth and legend. There was some things I knew I didn't want to do, like make the wolf mates fated by destiny, something i've seen a lot in kc fics. That removes the romance for me, so in tbbw a wolf mate isn't a soulmate by supernatural force... they're a soulmate of choice. A mate is the wolf's first love, and the man's last - both sides have to fall in love, as one (which I think is much more poetic, no?). Which is why you have examples of Lycaon falling in love with Esther, while his wolf didn't - she wasn't his mate. I've also decided I'm going to take out the beta/omega werewolf dynamics in the edit I'm doing at the minute - originally I tried combining the fantasy werewolf pack dynamics (alpha, beta, omega) with real life wolf dynamics (wolf packs are actually families, an alpha pair being the parents of the other wolves). This is because the found family trope has me at the throat and the idea of werewolf packs being more like families? It's just such a romantic idea and I love it. So I'm changing that.

I'm always changing the lore, really. Always adding new things in. Currently, I'm rewriting the little wolf and adding some new scenes in, expanding on an idea I've had for a while and implimented elsewhere - that lycanthropy isn't a curse. It's like a....defence mechanism. It's not triggered because you killed someone - that's just a coincidence that can happen, vampire propaganda (cough, cough - Milkael's propaganda) that has spiralled out of proportion. Werewolves believe it too, because most packs and bloodlines have been decimated so catastrophically, many traditions and inherent knowledge has been lost. It's more like a trauma response? So if someone with the werewolf gene goes through something that ignites the fight or flight instinct, the wolf wakes and choosing fight. Because of course - this is werewolves we're talking about. It's more born of the idea that werewolves evolved (which I think is 100% more badass, like imagine prehistoric dire wolf werewolves people COME ON) rather than were a result of spell from some witch forgotten long ago.

But back centuries ago, before Mikael's blood feud, before the purge of werewolves, werewolf packs had this ritual? A rite of passage almost, a coming of age, that does the same thing - wakes the wolf. It's just been lost through the generations of death, destruction and fear. Or that's my headcanon of it, and you'll get a glimpse of the ritual in the little wolf, something that's happening in the background of a scene to expand on the lore.

There's so MUCH more to say about the werewolf lore. Maybe I'll reblog this and share more at a later time but this is long as it is. The werewolf lore is definitely a lot. Ah, the sacrifices I make for world building.

#klaroline #klaus x caroline #fanfiction #klaroline fanfiction #the big bad wolf #tbbw #morningstar writes #caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #anon ask #ask me for a directors cut and i will provide #i ranted a little there anon I apologise #the world of tbbw is just a LOT lets just leave it at that

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