#since they aren’t married or betrothed but are together.

[houserautha]

These Destined Ends

Part 2

Summary: Jessica fulfilled the wishes of the Bene Gesserits to produce a daughter. You’re now burdened with the task of not only marrying the na-Baron, but also bearing his child — the Kwisatz Haderach. Will you take your fate into your own hands? Or will it always belong to those who control you?

Pairing: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: he steps on your hand, non-consensual kissing, slapping

A/N: In which you try to stand your ground against Feyd and it just makes him horny

Palpable tension fills the room. You notice, not happily, the heavy presence of guards. As pale and unmoving as the walls, you wouldn’t have recognized them if not for the subtle hand signals from your mother. Jessica’s fingers twitched in the ancient Atreides language.

Stay on guard, she warns you. You don’t even have to look at her to know what she’s saying — you learned the secretive hand signals before you could even speak. Even just a quick flash of her fingers in your peripheral and you understand.

Will this day end in bloodshed?

The thought rags at you.

“Welcome,” the Baron finally bellows, voice thick and rasping as sand over the dunes of Arrakis. “It is truly an honor to receive you here today.”

Leto nods, ever the diplomat. You’re grateful for his lead and the prowess of his social navigational skills because, at the moment, you’re afraid that you won’t be able to speak. Not in the face of your destiny and certainly not under the severe scrutiny of your betrothed.

The Baron beckons you and your family closer and you swear that you notice Feyd-Rautha lean forward in interest.

“I trust your journey from Arrakis was well,” the Baron says.

Your skin prickles at the mention.

“Certainly. It was a smooth ride. I’m sure you’re familiar, since you’ve taken it recently,” Leto replies coolly.

The Baron snaps, “And will again soon.”

An insurmountable current of hostility perpetuates the room, not visible but impossible to not to notice. The Baron claps his hands together, the sound resonating. “But we aren’t here to discuss space travel, are we? Lady Y/N, step forward so that we may see you.”

The slightest nod of approval from Jessica. Her hand brushes yours as you pass by her.

It’s unknown to you how far you should go but you take several large steps away from your parents until you’re completely vulnerable. You hope no one is able to perceive your nervousness, or the slick state of your palms. You keep them hidden in the folds of your dress.

“Mm, lovely enough,” the Baron remarks. His repulsive gaze travels your form. Not in the way that one might appraise a mate but rather a livestock for purchase. “Excellent hips for birthing.”

You bite your tongue to stifle your retort.

From the shifting of garments behind you, you know the comment has unsettled your parents as well. Your mother warned you that the situation was delicate, that the Harkonnens would wait for the slightest aggression to attack. You do your best to maintain a comprise of neutrality, the cool indifference your mother manages to exude.

“Still an Atreides,” Rabban growls, low enough only for you, the Baron, and na-Baron to hear.

The Baron ignores this. “Well, nephew, won’t you greet your betrothed?”

A small exhale escapes you.

Feyd-Rautha lopes from his position beside the dais to stand before you. His proximity is overwhelming, the sheer size and force of his presence eclipsing all else; his lips have not loosed from their taunting smirk, an infuriating expression you wish to rid him of.

“Hello, betrothed,” he says. His voice, too, rasps against your ears, cool and unbothered.

“Hello,” is all you manage.

In a move that startles you, Feyd-Rautha unsheathes a dagger from his armored uniform. It glints dangerously in the low lighting. Although you can’t see her you hear Jessica cry out in surprise, in objection, and the guards at the perimeter of the throne room coil with anticipation. However, you keep still.

Feyd-Rautha presses the tip of the dagger lightly into your neck, below your ear. His dark gaze flickers down the column of your throat, following the trail of the blade. It’s a strangely sensual act, intimate in ways that disturb you, the fragile balance of trust and power it commands. Feyd-Rautha stops at the dip of your throat, where your heart is beating wildly, directly above the Atreides clasp.

He clicks his tongue. “You won’t be needing this.”

The Harkonnen slices at your cape faster than you can ever react — the garment flutters from your shoulders to the ground. It’s then that you realize he’s cut away the clasp and effectively stripped you of your Atreides title.

The clasp bounces against the polished floor.

Compelled by shock, by pure reflex, you bend down to grab it. Feyd-Rautha’s boot closes down on your hand before you can retrieve the clasp, slamming your palm down over it as he traps your hand against the floor. You gasp in surprise, and pain, the pressure of his booted foot clearly more demonstrative than punishing. For now.

“I told you that you won’t be needing that,” he says, exasperatedly informal. “Stand up.”

Teeth gritting, you squirm beneath his boot, trying desperately to reclaim your hand. “No!” You shout at him. “It is rightfully mine.”

He presses his boot down harder. You squeal.

“You are rightfully mine. And you will do as I say. A wife with a broken hand is still capable of fulfilling her duties.”

Shame burns your face and couples with the disgust taking root in your chest. Feyd-Rautha regards you coolly from above. If you thought you would survive the attempt, you’d snap his leg.

“Fine,” you spit out.

His smooth brow raises. “What?”

“Fine.”

“Louder,” he orders. “I want them all to hear you. Forfeit your Atreides loyalty.”

In the few seconds that you take to consider this, he pushes his entire weight down on your hand. The pain steals away all rational thought as stars appear in your vision. Your breath saws painfully in and out of your lungs. It takes all of your strength to grit out, “I forfeit my Atreides loyalty.”

A bout of protest explodes from Leto and Jessica, and the sound of their disbelief cuts you deep. You collapse onto the ground, clutching your injured hand and watch in horror as Feyd-Rautha stomps on the clasp and shatters it.

Pieces go flying.

There’s a terrible joy in the Baron’s voice: “Enough, nephew. I believe you’ve made your point.”

“That was completely unnecessary —” Leto begins. He quiets as a trio of Harkonnen guards gather not towards him, but you, weapons and lasguns trained on your crumpled form.

A memory emerges from your subconscious, an afternoon in which Leto mentioned that having a child is like having a lasgun pressed to your temple at all times.

His throat bobs with suppressed emotion.

Your parents won’t try anything if it puts you in peril. Even Jessica’s control of The Voice is useless.

“Lady Y/N is now a member of the House Harkonnen. Her husband will do with her what he sees fit,” the Baron declares. “Nephew, have you had quite enough?”

Feyd-Rautha faces his uncle. “For now.”

You tremble beside him. A heady mix of pain and anger boils beneath your skin. The Harkonnen soldiers fall back as the Baron waves a massive hand.

“Take her to her chambers. I’ve had enough.”

You protest, “No! I need to say goodbye to my family!”

A sickening smile spreads on the Baron’s face, and he holds out his arms. “We’re your family now.”

You don’t even get a final glimpse of your parents as the soldiers hoist you to your feet and corner you off from them. The roughness of the guards jostles your injured hand. “Get off me,” you growl, yanking yourself free from their grasps.

The soldiers move to contain you once more but Feyd-Rautha rasps, “Listen to your future Baronness.” You gape at him. The faint hint of a smirk returns on his face, and he steps toward you. “I’ll escort her.”

Then he grabs your injured hand as a tether.

The doors to the throne room slam shut.

Feyd-Rautha’s grip on your hand is strong, undoubtedly a reminder of his control. It takes more than a few pulls to dispatch him and, once you do, he whirls on you with a curious, almost bewildered look.

You seethe, “What is wrong with you? How dare you destroy my family pin.”

“You cannot be my wife if you have loyalties elsewhere,” he says, as if the explanation is obvious. “Your loyalties are to me and the House Harkonnen.”

“I decided where my loyalties lay,” you tell him. “And they belong to no one but myself.”

Feyd-Rautha studies you, then huffs.

“I’m being serious,” you hiss.

“I know.” He steps casually toward you, though it’s anything but. Your body tenses. “So am I.”

An indescribable feeling crashes over you, sweeping you nearly off your feet. Everything you’ve heard about him vanishes. In a move that surprises even yourself, you advance on him, close enough to see the glint of glee in his dark eyes. He’s actually enjoying this.

“You have taken everything from me,” you sneer at him. “My home. My family. My name. My future.” You inhale shakily, fighting back a sob. “But you will not take away my allegiance.”

“Do you think that I wanted this?” Feyd-Rautha asks bitterly. “And don’t pretend as if you didn’t just forfeit that allegiance. To me. Have you already forgotten?” He touches your face, much to your chagrin. He crooks one finger under your chin and raises it. “Need I remind you?”

“You’re a monster.”

Feyd-Rautha’s handsome features arrange into what you can only describe as satisfaction. “Yes I am.”

You recoil as the Harkonnen then presses his lips to yours, holding your chin in place to keep you from shying away. It’s brief, almost perfunctory in nature. A passionless, predatory claim.

He pulls away, and the subsequent sound of your slap reverberates through the empty corridor.

Feyd-Rautha clenches his jaw. Your hand stings from the strike, and you hold it at your side in anticipation of a retaliating blow. He rolls his neck. An eternity passes before he turns his attention back to you, pale cheek still reddened by your hand. It pleases you to notice it.

“We’re even now. Wife.”

Feyd-Rautha snatches your hand, which until that moment the pain had been subdued by adrenaline. You wince. He kisses your already mottling knuckles, the sensitive skin of your wrist, never pulling his eyes from yours.

You refuse to react, to acknowledge the flicker of heat ignited low in your belly.

Feyd-Rautha drops your hand then and, as if nothing had happened, turns on his booted heel and starts down the opposite direction. “Come, wife. It’s time I show you our quarters.”

Part 3

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@moonsoulk @heartarianagran @torchbearerkyle

#dune #feyd x you #feyd x reader #these destined ends #part two #feyd smut #feyd rautha #fanfic #writing #fanfic writing #writers on tumblr #oh no he's hot

[linberlyy]

Also team Black actors share the same misconception and misunderstanding that many team black fans do that there is no love or loyalty within Team Green, when most of Rhaenyra’s team abandoned her in the end and they don’t even like and trust one another as it is currently. They aren’t supporting Rhaenyra because they believe in her. Theyre all supporting her because the position they’re in, there is no other choice or they personally want something- Daemon to be King, for his blood to eventually sit the Iron throne. Corlys, very much the same reason. He wants his name attached to a King. Rhaenys while throwing this accusation at Alicent, follows her husband’s lead far more than Alicent followed Viserys. Plus their Granddaughters are Daemon’s daughters and are now betrothed to Rhaenyra’s sons. They weren’t even betrothed because Rhaenyra considered them great candidates for her sons, but because she needs to use their legitimacy to bolster her own sons. She tried it with Helaena. Not to mention, Rhaena has lost her claim to Driftmark with the death of Luke, the deal with Rhaenys/Corlys was so weak and fickle that it broke within 3-4 days. Corlys distrusts and resents Rhaenyra more after Rhaenys dies fighting for her. Rhaenyra eventually calls for the heads of her most innocent and loyal supporters and one by one they abandon her too.

While team Green, despite their dysfunction were loyal to each other to the very end. Everything that Alicent has done since she was a teenager has been out of fear for and for the safety of her children. She is their only parent, their only source of attention, affection and discipline. She tells Aegon that he’s no son of hers, then 48 hours later- as futile as it is, she stands in front of a Dragon to protect him, he tries to pull her back with him and she removes his hand to push him further behind her but then there’s an understanding that they’re going to die together. Aegon doesn’t want it but he takes the throne anyway because he understands that his rulership will be the only thing that protects the people he loves. In the trailer you can see that the murder of Jaehaerys not only destroys Helaena but Alicent too. It also forces Aegon to mature, take more of a leadership role and actually fight to show that he’s “as fearsome as any of them”. Aemond talks shit about Aemond and wishes he was the firstborn son but ultimately he fights for Aegon until his dying day. Alicole are meant to contrast Daemyra with many seeing Daemyra as superior but Daemon has put his hands on Rhaenyra. Grows angry and resentful of her, takes a new little girl as lover, abandons Rhaenyra and doesn’t answer her call to be beside her when she needs him the most. While Criston is killed trying to make his way back to Kingslanding to save Alicent and Helaena. Daeron also dies trying to make his way back to KL to liberate his mother and sister. Otto isn’t shit, but even after being removed as hand, he stays loyal to Aegon. Aegon wanted to build giant statues of his brothers in their memory. He has it written into Law that Alicent and Helaena were the only Queens during the dance era, a law that still stands in Westeros and one Rhaenyra’s sons and other direct descendants didn’t bother to change. He marries his daughter to Aegon III to ensure that she’s Queen after he dies and she is known to history as Queen Jaehaera Targaryen even if it was brief.

If this isn’t love and loyalty, then I don’t know what is. There were no defectors on Team Green.

Even the commoners stayed loyal. Part of the reason they revolt against Rhaenyra and storm the Dragonpit is because of what happened to Helaena’s boys and Helaena herself and because of Brothel Queens even if it’s not clear whether it was a rumor or true. The people still loved Helaena and Alicent. While on Dragonstone, where Rhaenyra ruled for years. A broken and Dragonless (at first) Aegon goes and turns these people against Rhaenyra.

The phrase said by actress Raena about the fact that there is no love in the green family sounds quite comical. Because the character she plays received absolutely no love from, for example, Daemon. Yes, there were some scenes in the cut script where Daemon hugged his daughters after Laena died, but we're looking at the final script and that wasn't there. In the same episode, Raena complains to her mom that Daemon doesn't pay attention to her because she doesn't have a dragon, and in the next episode, Daemon marries Rhaenyra shortly after Laena's funeral. And the children were clearly not happy (and tb stans, please don’t make me think that they were simply frozen then. Their faces really showed a lack of understanding of what was happening). And the actress calls it love? Seriously? Is there love in the black family? Show it to me.

Now I'll be interested to see how Corlys reacts to his wife's death and whether he will tell Rhaenyra that it was her fault. Just wondering. Or will he stick his tongue up his ass again and say nothing? Will support the black team for no reason simply BECAUSE?

(no hate towards the actors) but most of them say real nonsense, their arguments are like “tb are good, tg are evil, there’s no need to choose, our family loves each other and hates them.” This is so funny. Okay, let the tbs kiss their ass, this video was edited for them.

#hotd #anti team black #houseofthedragon #pro team green #team green #the greens #corlys velaryon #rhaena targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower #aemond targaryen #criston cole

[pasukiyo]

YOU'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE MINE

| CHAPTER TWO

a royalty au. remus lupin x princess!reader. multi-part series. series masterlist.

word count; 5,581 summary; she never was able to speak to sirius. the king and queen confront her about her behavior but it only ends up blowing up in her face, leaving her feeling worse than when she started. she convinces marlene to let her sneak away so she can clear her head, so she can think... remus doesn't understand what it is he's feeling in the presence of this strange woman...

so even in a different life, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless...

 She never got a chance to speak with Sirius alone after brunch. Her mother and father, however, appeared to have noticed her silence during the meal and as soon as Lord Sirius had passed through the palace’s front gates, all eyes were on the princess. It was hours since her father had dropped the news that Prince James was who she was set to marry, the sky already beginning to bruise like violets. 

 “You’ve been silent all day, my dear,” the King acknowledged his daughter as the two palace guards standing at the entrance moved to close the doors behind them. “It is unlike you.”

 “Yes, are you feeling alright, darling?” Her mother asked, sliding her arm out from her husband’s to lay the back of her hand on the princess’ forehead. “You aren’t coming down with a cold, are you?”

 She shook her head and delicately wrapped her thumb and forefinger around her mother’s wrist, guiding it off of her head. “I feel fine, mother,” she replied, her throat feeling raw and scratchy, this having been the first time she had talked in hours. The King cocked an eyebrow, “but there is something on your mind, no?”

 Her father was perceptive– she supposed he had to be, he was the ruler of a kingdom, after all. He had many enemies and many people who only wished they could be considered his enemy, it was only natural that he’d pick up on others’ behavior and mannerisms. But she hated that he could read her like this– how was she supposed to tell him how she felt when she knew he’d never understand? 

 The indent between her father’s brow deepened and she flushed, feeling her skin grow warm from the pressure of her parents’ eyes on her. There was no way out– and despite knowing all too well anything she said would blow right back up in her face, she took a deep breath, and spoke. 

 “You speak to Siri– Lord Sirius– about my betrothal, asking him what he thinks about the prince, what he thinks about me marrying Prince James… but what about what I think?” She spoke as calmly and as clearly as she could, a stark contrast from the typhoon swirling her mind. The King and Queen shared a glance, incredulous expressions on their faces, as if what she was asking was entirely preposterous. 

 “What you think?” The Queen reiterated, an eyebrow cocked to her hairline. The princess’ patience was wearing thin, her composure wearing thinner. “Why could I not have a say in my own marriage? Why couldn’t I have a voice in the decision?” She asked, hoping her parents could somehow find reason. “It is my life, does my opinion not matter?”

 Her father reared back, her mother’s arm tightening around his, her other hand coming to rest on his shoulder, his name slipping from her lips in hopes to tame the fire bound to ignite within. The King pressed his lips together and breathed in through his nose, his breath sharp, hot. 

 “Has my daughter become so selfish that she is unable to feel grateful for everything I have done for her?” He hissed, his words like acid, tone laced with venom and she trembled where she stood, flinching at every syllable he spat. “You are princess, you should feel proud that such a young, wealthy, powerful suitor has even agreed to wed you,” he scoffed and shook his head. “Have you no honor? No shame?” 

 The princess grew wide-eyed— she’d seen her father angry before but never had she been in the line of fire, not like this. This was different, this was frightening. 

 “This is your destiny,” he continued on. “You’ve known it from the very first time you opened your eyes, you blinked, you cried, you breathed.” 

 Her vision blurred, a dagger prodding at the inside of her head. She knew this would happen, but it didn’t help the sting hurt any less. There was a lump in her throat the size of a boulder and she suddenly felt heavy, despite how badly she wished to run and hide. Her father’s rage seemed to only grow at the sight of her tears and her mother practically was his only anchor now, his hand not enveloped in the Queen’s rolling until it formed a shaking ball of fury. 

 “Whatever this, this attitude of yours is, it’d do you well to rid yourself of it,” his voice cracked like thunder in the grand room, her teeth chattering at the sheer power of her father. “No man, let alone a prince, wants a woman with such emotion.”

 Her bottom lip quivered and she felt a droplet of a tear drip down her cheek but frankly, she couldn’t quite bring herself to care— let her parents think of her as a child. This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t even humane— royal traditions be damned. 

 Her father stepped closer, despite her mother’s attempt to soothe him and pull him away. “Go to your quarters. I don’t want to see these tears when I see you again.”

 And then her parents were off, Peter close behind on their heels but not before peering at the princess from over his shoulder, face twisted in a sneer. Marlene’s wary footsteps echoed through the hall as she cautiously approached, the princess sniffling as she desperately tried to wipe the evidence of tears away from her cheeks, only for fresh ones to fall. 

 “Princess?” Marlene asked carefully, trying to catch her gaze. The princess shook her head, “let’s go.” 

 She brushed past the handmaiden, heart thrumming against her rib cage as they made their way up the staircase of the castle and down the corridor towards her quarters. The guard bowed his head and pushed open her bedroom door, stepping aside to let them in. She shuffled her feet to the middle of her bedroom, an arm crossed over her belly, her opposite elbow balancing on it, her fingers to her lips. The familiar haze of tears clouded her vision and burned her sockets, as soon as she heard the click of her bedroom door closing shut, she burst. 

 “P…princess?” Marlene was swift to jog her way towards the princess, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and trying to meet her gaze. The princess’ body quaked with the force of her sobs and Marlene walked the both of them over to her bed, steadily easing her down onto the mattress. She collapsed into Marlene’s chest as soon as she was set on the bed, all her frustration, anger, emotion, everything streaming out of her like rivers down her cheeks. 

 “Oh, Marls,” she hiccuped, wiping the tears and snot from her face with the back of her hand, peering up at the handmaiden. “You must think I’m mental.”

 “No!” Marlene was quick to shake her head, her arm squeezing around the princess’ body. “No, of course not!” 

 Marlene’s hands soothed up and down the length of the princess’ arm in hopes to calm her, resting the side of her face against the top of her head. “It just isn’t fair,” the princess wept, “why must I marry a man I don’t love? A man I have never even seen? Why can’t… why can’t they understand I just want my freedom?”

 Marlene pressed her lips together and gulped down the bubble in her throat, unable to come up with the words that may soothe her. Truthfully, Marlene hadn’t the slightest clue what she could do or say to make the princess feel better– she wasn’t a princess and she’d never be a princess, so what did she know? 

 She did, however, relate in some strange way to the princess about wanting freedom, about wishing to live a life on her own accord. In a sense, Marlene wished for it too, but don’t we all?

 She settled on a soft, “I don’t know,” instead, giving the princess’ upper arm a squeeze. “But I do know that you are strong, highness. And you are smart and you are so kind. The best person I’ve ever known,” Marlene’s lips curved into a soft smile as the princess blinked up at her through glassy eyes, wiping at her nose. “And I know that no matter what happens, nothing will change that. And I will always be here for you, no matter what.” 

 She sniffled at Marlene’s words, leaning in closer to her handmaiden in a hug, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Thank you, Marls,” she murmured, her tears falling no longer, but her cheeks swollen and sticky from their remnants. “I just… I want to… think. I want to be alone.”

 Marlene was quick to unravel herself from the princess, pushing herself up off of the mattress. “I can leave, if you wish—“

 “No!” The princess grabbed Marlene’s arm, tugging her back down on the bed beside her. “I mean I want… I want to leave the castle, just for a little while.”

 Marlene’s face twisted in confusion, her brow furrowed as she shook her head. “But princess, you aren’t allowed to leave—“

 “I know,” the princess interrupted before she could finish and grabbed the handmaiden’s hands, gazing up at her with wide, hopeful eyes. “Which is why I want you to cover for me.”

 “C…cover for—! Princess, I beg your pardon?” Marlene stammered out, clearly taken aback. The princess jutted her bottom lip out in a pout and whined, shaking the handmaid's hands, “please, Marlene, I need to get out of here, just for an… an hour or two.”

 Marlene opened and closed her mouth, blinking rapidly, trying and failing to speak. “I– I don’t know, princess, I mean…” She stopped to release a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “How am I supposed to keep Peter off your trail for two hours?” 

 “Just… distract the guard outside while I sneak past and tell him I’ve gone to sleep,” the princess replied. Marlene cocked an eyebrow once again, “but Peter knows you’re never asleep this early.”

 The princess deflated, the hopeful glint in her eye still there but dull. Marlene sucked on her bottom lip— she knew she couldn’t resist much longer. “Please, Marls,” the princess softly begged, squeezing the handmaid’s fingers. “Just for a little while?”

 Marlene sighed and dropped her head— it was pointless to resist much further. “Fine,” she agreed, to which the princess practically leaped from the bed, scampering towards the closet to grab her cloak, “but you will be back in two hours time, yes?”

 “Of course!” She replied, tossing her cloak over her head to veil her face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She beamed as she and Marlene made their way to the door, the handmaid’s hand shaky where it rested on the handle. “ What do I say again?” She asked, to which the princess grinned. “Tell him I’ve gone to sleep and don’t wish to be disturbed— I’ll be sneaking off to the right, so just make sure he cannot see.”

 Marlene’s chest heaved when she inhaled a deep breath, pursing her lips together and nodding. “Okay,” she breathed, the affirmation more for herself. She twisted the handle and stepped outside, leaving the door wide open whilst she stepped to the left of the guard. He didn’t move his head. 

 “Excuse me?” Marlene murmured, the guard finally turning to meet her gaze. The princess’ heart thrummed against her chest— this was her chance. 

 “The princess is awfully tired,” she could hear Marlene say as she crept past behind the guard, looking down both ways of the corridor to ensure the coast was completely clear. “She’s gone to sleep for the night. She requested that she not be disturbed— she needs her… beauty sleep.”

 The princess bit back a snicker as she bound down the corridor, sticking to the shadows as she approached the staircase, her footsteps careful and calculated. 

 “If I may, your majesty, it is all in the child’s nature.”

 She halted and stared wide-eyed down the staircase as her parents and Peter pranced by, a furrow in either the Queen and the King’s brow. Peter, of course, still snorted his usual sneer. 

 “To rebel? It is unlike her. She is princess, she knows better than this,” her father replied and she gripped the end of her cloak, sinking down to the floor to make herself smaller, praying she would not be seen. Peter snorted, “‘unlike her?’” Forgive me, your majesty, but I am not surprised even in the slightest.”

 She couldn’t resist the urge to roll her eyes in her head as they walked by, their voices clear but with every second that went by, becoming more distant, an echo until she heard the opening and closing of a door. Swiftly, she tip-toed her way down the rest of the stairs and made a run for the doors to the garden, bursting out the doors. She sprinted her way towards the Owlery for a lantern before circling her way behind the building, lifting her skirt to hop the fence behind. The trees creaked and bent in the wind as she pushed her way further into its darkness, the forest beckoning her forth, inviting her in. 

 It was an invitation she graciously accepted. 

 It was happening again. 

 Remus clawed at his chest, fingernails ripping through the fabric of his chest, tearing through his skin as he howled in pain. His heart was throwing itself against his ribcage, his skin on fire where his nails had torn through flesh, dark liquid oozing from the wounds. Bile bubbled at the base of his throat and his lips fell agape as he retched, burning vomit tumbling past his mouth and right onto the forest floor. 

 His chest was heaving to the unsteady beat of his breathing, unable to stop himself from shaking. He outstretched an arm and reached, reached for anything he could find to steady himself. Through the blurriness of his vision, he could just make out the silhouette of a tree in front of him and he leaned forward with the intention of catching himself on the trunk. His breath caught in his throat when instead of grasping onto the bark, he continued falling until his face was smashed against the foliage below. 

 He grunted as he managed to at least pull himself up into a sitting position, leaning back against the trunk of the tree as he panted, sweat beading down his face. His flesh stung and ached where his nails had ripped off skin, dried maroon underneath his nails and blood streaming down from the wounds on his chest. He clawed at the ground, tugging weeds from the ground and digging through mud, desperate to anchor himself on something. 

 Remus’ head spun and it felt like a knife was slashing  thousands of cuts into his brain, leaving him broken and aching. He’d dealt with this condition for years now, almost for his entire life but this… this was some of the worst pain he’d ever felt. There was no way to prepare himself for the next bout of pain. 

 His vision was blurring and he could feel his body slipping as his consciousness, too, slipped in and out of the state of knowing. Remus felt so tired, his limbs feeling as though they weighed like boulders, his head slipping from the support of the tree. He coughed and wheezed as bile burned his throat, an awful aftertaste on his tongue from his last retching session. His breath grew slower as it slipped through the cracks of his chapped lips, his eyelids falling heavy over his eyes as he dropped to the floor of the forest, chasing that moment where all the pain would cease, when he felt nothing, when he could feel numb…

 “Dear Gods! Are you… are you awake?”

 Remus stirred and furrowed his brow, using the most of his energy to snap his heavy eyelids back open, a blinding, orange light stabbing his eyes. The ache in his head exploded and he lifted a heavy arm to shield his face away from the light, needles pricking his abdomen as he tried and failed to get himself up. 

 “Who… who’s there?” He managed to croak out, his voice husky and his throat dry. He tried to swipe his tongue between his chapped lips whilst the person before him dropped to their knees in front of him. “Merlin! You’re bleeding…” the voice muttered and Remus opened his lids just in time to see hands reaching for his shoulders, to which his heart pounded and his feet kicked out, his muscles screaming at him as he pushed away by instinct. 

 The woman in front of him gasped and pulled away, a careful hand in the air, her brow wrinkled in caution. Remus pressed his lips together and breathed through his nostrils as he blinked the haziness away from his vision, narrowing his eyes at her. “Who are you?” He managed to ask, to which the woman reached for the torn fabric of his shirt, carefully though, warily testing the waters. Remus glanced down at her hand where the top of his forefinger delicately prodded at the shirt, silently seeking permission to take a look. 

 He looked up to meet her gaze again and said nothing. 

 She took this as an invitation. 

 She grimaced at the sight of his grisly state while she pushed his torn shirt further open, slowly so as to not cause him any more pain. “Were you attacked?” She peered back up at him and he warily narrowed his eyes once more. “It doesn’t matter. And you never answered my question,” he replied, to which she rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I believe there are more pressing matters at hand than introductions.”

 Remus eyed the woman as she inspected his wounds, his chest still heaving with his erratic breathing that was slowly but surely calming down, as if the mere presence of this woman was enough to soothe the aching inside of him. Remus didn’t understand it, but he’d allow it for now. Anything to relieve this pain. 

 His gaze trailed down her arms, covered by the sleeves of her dress, the fabric unlike anything he’d ever seen the women in the village wear before. The dress was midnight blue and lengthy, fitted perfectly to her body. He stared curiously back up at her— the only plausible explanation he could come up with was this woman was rich. Perhaps even royally rich?

 Remus tilted his head as his gaze once again reached the woman’s face. “Are you done staring?” Came Remus’ raspy voice and the woman leaned back, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she considered his state. “You did this to yourself?” She asked, nodding her head towards his fingers where they burrowed themselves into the ground, dried crimson and mud just visible in the glow of the lantern light. Remus shrugged, “itchy.”

 She cocked an eyebrow at this, “itchy?”

 Remus pressed his lips together in a tight grin, feeling his stomach flipping as another wave of nausea rushed over him. It must’ve shown on his face for the woman was already in action, reaching out to soothe her palm over his shoulder. “Are you going to be sick? You’re awfully pale,” she asked as he doubled over, arms crossed over his stomach. “Just… move,” Remus managed out, using what very little strength he had left to push her away as his sick scattered the forest floor, the familiar burn of acid in the back of his mouth making him gag.

 Much to his surprise, she didn’t scamper off into the darkness of the woods, didn’t gag or throw up herself, didn’t even grimace. Instead, she kept a palm between his shoulder blades, making circles on his back to calm him. And again, much to his surprise, it seemed to work.

 Remus fell back against the tree trunk once again, staring up at the night sky through hazy vision, using the back of his hand to wipe the sick from his mouth. His lips fell agape as he chased air back into his lungs, rubbing his hands on the ground to get the vomit off of them. A moment of silence fell between the two as Remus fought to catch his breath, his huffing gradually becoming quieter as the time ticked on. 

 Eventually, she shuffled in closer, pulling at the ripped fabric of his shirt. “Let me clean your wounds,” she murmured as Remus glanced down at her fingertips where they delicately touched his chest. He watched as she looked around, presumably for anything she could use to wipe the blood from his skin. 

 Remus cleared his throat before speaking, “I’ve a handkerchief in my pocket.”

 Their eyes met for a brief moment before she cautiously reached for the pocket of his pants, pulling the flimsy rag from them. She wrinkled her brow as she brought it closer to the lantern light, “you’ve blood all over it.”

 Remus coughed as the woman sighed, softly cursing beneath her breath as she grabbed the end of her skirt, bringing the dark blue material to his chest. He flinched when she gently dabbed the lux fabric against the scratch marks, his fingers instinctively locking around her wrist to halt her movements. For a moment, her eyes widened and she leaned back, giving him a once-over before meeting his gaze once more. 

 “Did I press too hard?” She asked and he closed his eyes, breathing a sigh through his nostrils. “It’s still tender,” he hoarsely replied and she flashed a sheepish, tight-lipped grin. “Sorry.”

 She leaned forward with the fabric in hand once again, dabbing at his wounds with delicacy, and Remus could feel saliva begin to build at the base of his throat. This was strange. 

 Before him was a woman he’d never seen in his life, touching him a way he’d never been touched before. Never has he felt such delicacy, like he was fragile and prone to break by the smallest of touches. The closest he could recall was the way his mother would hold him when he was very little, at least, before he’d been bitten. 

 He shivered at the woman’s slightest of touches and in spite of how much he didn’t want to, he liked it. 

 Remus studied the woman’s face as she narrowed her eyes in concentration for the task at hand, her teeth sunken into her bottom lip. His eyes trailed down to the arms of her opulent gown until they reached her fingertips where she clutched a wad of her skirt, the rich material of her dress tainted with his blood. 

 “That’s a pretty dress,” he remarked. “S’ a shame my blood is dirtying it.”

 The woman rolled her eyes, “curse this dress. Your life is more important.”

 Remus cocked an eyebrow and stared curiously up at her, tilting his head just the slightest to catch her eye. Her irises sparkled in the marmalade glow of the lantern light and she turned to meet his stare, seemingly flushing beneath his gaze. “What?” She spoke from the back of her throat, her motions on his chest momentarily coming to a stop. 

 “That dress is unlike anything I’ve ever seen any of the women in the village wear,” he noted and she leaned further back on her heels, sucking the inside of her cheek between her molars. “It’s something I’d expect the royals to wear.”

 The woman huffed and leaned back in to continue her work on his wounds, pressing her lips together, saying nothing. Her eyes narrowed in a glare as if she hated the blood, his chest, his torn shirt, everything about him and this situation. And that was all the confirmation Remus needed to know. 

 “So you are from the castle,” he scoffed and her glare reached his eyes. “Thought princesses weren’t allowed to leave their tower.”

 She seemed taken aback that he was able to catch on so quickly but still continued her cleanup, a sigh slipping past her lips. “They’re not,” she replied lowly. The corner of Remus’ mouth twitched in the makings of a smirk, “so what are you doing out here at dusk, majesty?”

 She pressed her hand down just a bit harder on his chest and Remus pressed his lips together, squeezing his lids shut as he grunted, a furrow in his brow when he opened his eyes again. “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, pulling away from his chest and leaning back to sit on her bum, arms crossed over her chest and fingers tugging at her cloak. “And what does it matter to you?” She asked as Remus used his palms as leverage to push himself up higher against the tree trunk, lolling his head against the bark. 

 “S’ just not everyday you see a princess out in the middle of the woods,” he replied. “Especially in the dark.”

 She glowered at him before turning away again, fixing her cloak on her shoulders. “I needed to get away,” she said after a moment, glimpsing back over to where he sat. Remus’ lips slightly fell apart when he cocked an eyebrow, almost finding it within himself to laugh. “You needed to get away?” He reiterated, nodding his head towards her. She gave him an incredulous look, pursing her lips together. 

 “Yes?”

 Now Remus really wanted to laugh. He scoffed, “and what could you possibly be running away from, your royal highness?” 

 Her bottom lip wobbled and she turned away again, chest heaving with the weight of her huff. Her lids narrowed over her eyes as she glared into the darkness, “perhaps I’d tell you but you clearly wouldn’t understand.”

 A rumble of protest emitted from his throat and he couldn’t suppress the urge to smile, sarcasm laced in every feature. “Oh, sure, you know what? You’re right, your royal majesty, of course a poor village boy like me wouldn’t understand what you are going through. But I’m sure it is most daunting, whatever it is.”

 The princess threw her arms down in frustration, her pupils the background for the raging fire reflecting in her eyes, the flame in the lantern a mere interpretation of what was really raging inside of her. Remus found this amusing and it was written all over his face, the scars on his nose twitching as he fought the urge to laugh. 

 “Don’t say such foolish things!” She shrilled, looking ready to get up and walk away. On one hand, Remus was perfectly fine with that. But there was something on the other wanting to anchor her down, to tell her to stay. Remus frowned at the feeling. “You’d never understand it,” she muttered, shaking her head as she fell limp against the tree across from his. 

 Remus’ heart relaxed in his chest and up until this point, he hadn’t even realized it had been pounding. He eased himself further back against the tree behind him, burrowing his teeth into his bottom lip to keep himself from grinning. 

 “And you’d never understand my condition,” he responded. “So let’s not try and act like we’d understand one another.”

 She snapped her head towards him and let her vision wander over his slumped figure. “Fine then,” she clicked her tongue and turned away again, letting another silence blanket over the two of them. Remus was quick to tear it away, however, “gods, are all you royals so uptight?” 

 The princess’ jaw clenched and she whipped her head over to him again, eyes wide in their sockets. “I am not uptight!” She protested, tightening her grip on either of her arms. “What makes you think I am?”

 Remus’ mouth twitched, “you’re acting so defensive.”

 “I…” she hesitated to breathe. “…am not!”

 Remus raised his eyebrows, “relax, majesty, do they not raise you to have a sense of humor?” Her chest heaved as she breathed, her cheeks growing warm as she deflated back into the tree behind her again. 

 Silence again. 

 And then, “are you sure you were just itchy?”

 Remus blinked over at the princess, her expression softer now as she eyed his wounds. “I’m sorry I couldn’t dress them, but I don’t have anything and I don’t know how to—“

 “You did fine, your majesty,” he intercepted, ignoring the look she gave him at the name. “And…”

 Remus couldn’t tell her about his condition. In any other case, it would’ve been easy to lie, to tell someone off for even asking about it. But it was different now— there was something in him telling him that he didn’t want to lie to her. Whether or not that is just because she’s a princess, he doesn’t know. What he did know— and did not particularly appreciate— was his heart was slamming its fist against his ribcage again, thundering in his ears. 

 Remus swallowed the lump in his throat back down. 

 “…yes,” he continued at last. “I’m just… I’ve been sick and sometimes I just… get uncontrollably itchy.”

 Remus usually prided himself on being a good liar, but this had to be his worst performance to date. He was grimacing at himself as her face twisted in an unconvinced frown.

 She knew there was something he wasn’t telling her. He knew she knew. 

 “…hm,” she hummed. “Well, it’s like you said, ‘let’s not try and act like we understand each other,’ right?” Remus blinked over at her, a small sense of relief washing over him. Thankfully, she was brushing the subject off. 

 “Right,” he replied, inhaling a deep breath as she studied him. Remus tilted his head until their gazes could meet, and the princess blinked away, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth. 

 “So… do you come to the forest often?” She asked, grimacing at her own question, searching the ground for any place she could look but at him as she played with her fingers. Remus shrugged, “usually only when I… get like this,” he replied. “It’s the only place I can really be truly alone.”

 She blinked and cocked an eyebrow, “when you get like this? Do you get sick often?”

 Remus shrugged in response and she sighed, “well, I hope I am not intruding on your alone time,” she remarked and Remus could feel a smile twitching at his lips. Gods, he was acting so strange. He’d only just met the woman, so why was he acting like a smitten fool?

 “Not really,” he replied. “Your company isn’t all that unpleasant.”

 She breathed a laugh through her nose, “lovely.”

 She tapped her fingers against her knees and gnawed at the inside of her cheek. Remus wanted to look away but found that he couldn’t. His heartbeat thundered throughout his body and rattled his bones like an earthquake the longer he stared, the longer she stayed. There was something about this girl, he thought, there had to be. 

 Was it the way she seemed to stick out like a star in the night sky in the darkness of the forest? Was it the way her mere presence seemed to calm him, to soothe the lycanthropy inside his body? Was it the way she had touched him earlier, as if he were delicate, as if he were the most precious treasure she’d ever seen? Was it the way her dress fit to every curve of her hips, the way she carried herself with casual elegance and grace? Was it the way she looked at him, the way she studied him as if she were laying him out spread and open like a novel, reading through every single one of his pages to figure out his story?

 Remus wasn’t certain. But he found himself being pulled towards her as if she were a magnet and he was iron. It was like he couldn’t push her away even though he wanted to. Pushing people away was all he’d ever known— he’d pushed his father away, the village away, his mother away. Sirius never let him push him away so he stayed— and he got the sense the princess would do the same. 

 Sirius. Sirius knew the royal family, in fact, he’d been over at the castle earlier today. Perhaps he could ask him about her later. 

 “I best get going before I have an army searching for me.  Will I see you again?”

 Remus blinked hard once, twice, thrice, breaking himself away from his thoughts as he stared over to where she sat, head tilted and waiting. He thought back to the question she had asked him before and blinked again. 

 She was planning on seeing him again?

 Somehow, Remus felt like that wasn’t the most terrible idea in the world. The notion that he wanted to see her again almost made him nauseous— why couldn’t he push her away just like everyone else?

 Remus pressed his lips together the longer he gazed at her figure as she rose from the forest floor, brushing dirt and twigs from her skirt. “I feel like I could ask you the same question,” he replied and her hair fell over her face as she bit back a smile, but it didn’t stop it from reaching her eyes. 

 Remus’ heart skipped a beat in his chest and he swore he could feel his stomach do a somersault. 

 “I plan on it…” she paused, the phantom of an unknown name on the tip of her tongue. 

 So Remus finished her sentence for her. 

 “Remus.”

 Her teeth released her lips to release the smile she’d been holding back, “…Remus.”

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Happy 28th! Here are the fics I read and loved this month. As always all my love goes out to the fantastic authors, not only in this fic rec but all over the fandom. Without you my days would look much  bleaker ♥

I've Got Demons, You've Got Scars - WIP | mission2feelike | [94k] Harry’s life has been ruined twice. Once, the first time his alpha raised his fist four years ago, and then again today when his job discovered that he is an omega in a world where omegas, especially bonded omegas, have no rights. Now, he’s stuck trying to figure out how he’s going to take care of his four-year-old daughter, Mia. Just when it’s looking completely hopeless, a possible job arises. Someone is looking for an omega to help an alpha in need. The only problem is that the alpha has been diagnosed with Alpha Rage, a crippling disease that causes an alpha to become feral, making them succumb to their most instinctual, primal versions of themselves. A story of an omega that’s been broken, an alpha that can’t trust himself, and their unlikely relationship. Lovingly known as 'The Feral Louis Fic'.

everything to lose | stylinsoncity | [92k] harry is a global popstar who's convinced the world he has it all -- a happy marriage to a devoted alpha, two beautiful children, two grammy awards, three platinum albums, and a budding film career. but some aspects of his image aren't as true as they seem. like the fact he's been separated for over a year, uses meaningless flings to cope and occasionally forgets responsibilities or commitments to his family. he and louis once commanded stages together. they tackled any challenges to their future. and no matter how hard things got, they always returned to one another. harry would always return to louis. until one day, he finds he can't.

The Pros and Cons of Breathing | HelloLovers13 | [82k] Omega Harry has always known he'd be married off someday, so when he's betrothed to Prince Louis, he's anxious about having to leave his life behind, but hopeful for a happy marriage. The hope doesn't last long, with his husband avoiding him at all costs and Harry being left to fend for himself. Can he find happiness even in a broken marriage?

Some Records Turnin’ | crimsontheory | [49k] “Harry, dear,” Niall said cheerily, his arms ladened down with more boxes they’d received from their shipment earlier that day. “I promise this isn’t a prank, but Louis Tomlinson is sitting in our office.” “I know,” Harry replied, using his hip to close the drawer of the cash register. “I let him back there.” “Wait,” Niall said as he sat the boxes in his arms down on the counter and then held up his hands with his palms facing out towards Harry. “You mean to tell me that this man who you have a massive crush on is in our store right now and you’re just letting him sit back there by himself and not trying to shoot your shot?” Or, Harry is a soft alpha who owns a record store and Louis is a closeted singer omega masquerading as an alpha who randomly stumbles into Harry’s store.

taken by lust’s strange inhumanity | CuckooTrooke | [20k] One of the reasons Harry said 'yes' in the first place was because he believed Louis Tomlinson, the campus’ most notorious “bad boy”, would be here. And much to Harry's triumph and dismay, Louis is here but the last time Harry got a glimpse of him, he had a pretty omega wrapped around him, clinging onto the flaps of his leather jacket while nosing his scent glands. Maybe that’s just the story of Harry's life; always infatuated with the wrong people. OR The one with all the jealous snarling, awkward first kisses and one unforgettable night.

Bitter Ends Turn Sweet | allwaswell16 | [30k] It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore. Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

show me your love (grow up and see) | abaddxns | [22k] At only thirty two years of age, Louis Tomlinson has made quite the life for himself—he has his dream job, a place all his own, a nice car, and all the people closest to him are seeing success of their own. The only big thing he's missing now is having the right partner and starting a family with them, although he figures he has plenty of time for that yet. That is, until his best mate, Harry, comes to him with a proposition. Or: what happens when you agree to become your best friend's baby daddy.

Chicago | likelarry | [15k] Harry Styles is one of the fashion industry's best models and Louis Tomlinson is a world renowned rockstar. In the midst of Louis' world tour, Harry finds out he's pregnant.

Tupelo Honey | superglass | [54k] “What,” Louis starts, always hating how silence like this drives him crazy, “what exactly are you gaining from all this? All this, following a mediocre band around. Why do you do that?” Harry giggles around her cigarette, looking out at the alley. When she smiles, her teeth peek out behind her red lips, giving him the chills— right down to his core. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a smile so pretty. So enthralling he can’t take his eyes off of it. “I’ve got nothing better to do, Louis.” or Louis is a roadie for a rock band, and Harry is their groupie. 1970s au.

Yours To Lose | loulicate | [25k] “I think I know the person that matches your descriptions of your dream alpha.” “Who? And oh not my dream alpha, god you’re making me sound like a teenage school girl. I’m a mum, H.” They laugh as they watch kids gather in front of the verandah, getting ready to go back to the orphanage. “Well, you’re gonna have to find out.” Harry winks before standing up to start cleaning their spot. - Or Louis always gets distracted with his mummy duty and he eventually catches Harry's attention.

and when it rains, you're shining down for me | martisgotaproblem | [37k] “This is Harry, he’ll be your patient,” Liam gestured politely. Harry froze when Louis’ eyes met his own once more. He felt himself getting lost in those eyes, so much so that he didn’t notice Niall and Liam leaving the room quietly but the sound of the door shutting behind them brought him out of the trance. “Hello, I’m Louis,” the omega said, extending his hand for Harry to shake. The alpha could still sense some nervousness in his stance but decided to ignore it. “‘’m Harry.” Or the one where Harry is a grumpy boxer who gets injured and Louis is the lovely physiotherapist hired to help him, but getting pregnant wasn’t exactly in his recovery plan.

In the middle of the night when the wolves come out | Marchessa | [30k] I. It's always darkest before the dawn The full moon was hiding behind dark clouds on that night, filling the air with something sinister. Harry lived that evening like an out of body experience, as if it hadn't happened to him. Because something horrifying like that can happen only to fictional characters and people from old-wives tales, not to actual breathing people. Or so he thought. Everything that happened after nightfall seemed surreal, and he couldn't put his finger on where it went off the track. Probably sometime during the train ride back to Holmes Chapel after a long, exhausting week of university classes. Or the one where Louis saves Harry's life by biting him, but the younger man has to pay the price for it. II. On such breathless nights as these “Do you wish to become my mate, the pack omega?” “I do.” Louis kneeled down in front of him, and took the omega’s hands in his own, holding them over his chest. “Then I will take you as my omega today,” Louis said with a firm voice. “I will keep you as my omega, my fated mate. From now on, you are mine to love. Mine to care for. Mine to pleasure,” he promised, leaning closer to the omega. Harry’s whole body flushed after hearing his alpha’s vow, and tears gathered in his eyes. As a newly presented omega, Harry has a hard time adjusting to his new life. Luckily he has the best alpha anyone could ask for on his side. The Moon had guided him to the most perfect mate in the world, and soon they will bond in the pale moonlight. He just has to survive the long road leading to the mating ritual.

Pray To God This Won't Be A Mess | xogucciblue | [28k] “You know,” Niall muses, voice too loud for the quiet of the afternoon, “this would all be much easier if you had a boyfriend.” Louis blinks one eye open lazily and turns to squint it at Niall. “I mean,” he continues as Louis let his eyes drift closed again, “all any of those twats seem interested in is who you’re screwing this week. Reckon if you had one steady bloke to point to they’d eventually have no choice but to go back to asking you about the music.” It’s not a bad point. Even as fucked up as he is, Louis is able to recognize that Niall is probably right – at the moment, the most interesting thing about Louis is his unattached status and resultant potential for scandal. If he were tied to only one person there’d be no room or reason for questions about his boy of the week or if the rumors that he was sleeping with his stylist’s nephew's older brother’s friend were true. --- When Louis is outed just weeks before his hotly anticipated second album is set to drop, Harry agrees to hold his hand in a few pictures to cool down the media hype. That's all it was supposed to be.

Until the Pearls Get Lost | LadyLondonderry | [25k] London, 1933. Harry Styles, alpha, elusive bachelor and happy third wheel to his coupled friends, receives a visit from one Liam Payne, begging for his help. Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers. Most omegas with failed bonds are never the same again. With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

Where Life Changed Us | ExiledQueenCatalog | [22k] Omega Harry has a rare genetic disorder where he has no sense of smell. This has lots of odd effects such as him not being able to smell his own scent but most brutally, not being able to scent the way his inner omega desires. It also leaves him as a sort of odd-ball to the community, leaving him becoming touch starved as no one wants the omega who can’t scent. Until finally, he meets the right alpha.

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What if yandere Cersei married Robert’s!Sibling!Baratheon and became pregnant? I know it won’t happen, because Tywin wants her to marry Robert, but what if she became pregnant with Baratheon!Reader and was caring their child? Of course Robert, Stannis and Renly would have suspicion, but they won’t think too much. After all the children/child have Baratheon features

Tw: Brief mention of physical abuse, manipulation and infidelity

I could see Tywin wanting Cersei to marry Robert but Robert not wanting to since he’s still hung up on Lyanna so he offers up the Reader. Tywin may become more persistent that it must be Robert I marry her since he’d be King and that would in turn make Cersei Queen but Robert couldn’t careless and tells Tywin that if he wants any kind of alliance with the Baratheons and the new crown then he’ll go with the betrothal of having Cersei married to the Reader instead.

In the case that Stannis convinces Robert that it would be much more beneficial for him to marry Cersei and ensure the Lannister alliance himself then he would, begrudgingly. And this way Cersei still gets to be Queen but instead of taking Jaime as her lover and having him father her children she would have her darling be the one to do so. This would workout so much more in her favor now that her children resemble the traits of true Baratheons. Robert wouldn’t be any the wiser to what was going on under his own nose. Renly wouldn’t really realize it either, unless the Reader and Cersei weren’t being to subtle about their affair, but then again if Renly and the Reader were closer to each other then he would keep his sibling’s secret.

It would be left to Stannis to realize that Cersei’s children aren’t Robert’s but the Reader’s instead. He wouldn’t be nearly as invested in trying to prove the infidelity and true parentage of Cersei’s children but it would still irk him. If Stannis and the Reader were closer then I could see him keeping this on the low down for the Reader and not taking any action regarding it. Not only are the children still Baratheons even though they are his other sibling’s bastards, but Stannis would also probably gain more from the Reader marrying Cersei and taking up being King after Robert’s death.

When Robert took up being King he would probably have the Reader stay in King’s Landing as one of his trusted advisors or for some good ol’ company. No doubt that Robert would drag the Reader into his shenanigans, especially the drinking and the whoring, much to Cersei’s extreme dismay. Given that the Redaer probably took up being a knight or something, Cersei may request that they be the one to be her sworn guard and protect her rather than Jaime. Who better to protect her and ensure the Queen’s safety than the King’s own brother? And Robert would most likely have no problem with that.

Regarding Robert’s death, that would still be entirely up to Cersei. She would definitely still want Robert dead so that she could marry the Reader and be able to live the rightful life she wants to live with them by her side. The Reader probably wouldn’t have or take any part in it whether they knew of Cersei’s plans or not. Robert was their brother after all and even if the Reader went behind his back and not only had an affair with his brother’s wife but also bastard his children with her, but the Reader wouldn’t kill his own flesh and blood.

Imagine if the Reader and Robert were actually very close, that would only make his death all the harder on the Reader. And to have Cersei, the one who had a hand in Robert’s death, be the one to to comfort and console the Reader afterward wouldn’t dwell to well once the Reader find out the truth. If the Reader were to find out that Cersei had his brother killed so that the two could finally be together openly and raise their children together (the way it should have been all along), he’s not going to react the way Cersei would have hoped he would. But Cersei would manipulate him and say that she was only doing it for them and their children. She would use the children to keep the Reader in line and by her side too if he ever threatened to leave her for her actions. She would also use the excuse that Robert continually abused her and that she was finally putting a stop to it by getting rid of him, that way the Reader could take his place and be the one to love and treat her the way she wanted and needed, as well as be the father their children really needed.

Given that the children would more than likely have the Baratheon traits then Robert may genuinely try to be a father to them and be invested in their upbringing. Cersei would of course not take well to this at all and would do everything in her power to keep Robert away from her and her darling’s children. She would even turn the children against Robert once they were old enough to understand, again using his abuse among other things to rip apart Robert’s character and make him look like shit in their children’s eyes. She would instead have the Reader spend as much time with and interact as often as possible with the children, instilling in them that he was the male figure in their life that they wanted and needed. She would speak so highly and admirably of the Reader to her children that they would also see him in that same light. She may even tell them that he was their true father and the Robert was nothing to them.

#anxious answers #yandere cersei lannister #yandere game of thrones #yandere game of thrones concept #yandere concept

[hyrulethehealer]

Links and their relationships:

Sky and Sun are deeply in love. As of now, they’re in that phase where the other can do no wrong. Things will get hard as they begin to build the kingdom of Hyrule together, but they won’t ever really break apart. At the end of the day, they’re the only ones who know what the other has been through. They are each others comfort and safety. Both would die for the other but they also live for each other. They both had hard journeys on the surface and kept going in the hope of seeing the other again.

Four and Dot are technically engaged, but they just say they’re dating. They’d been friends for their whole lives when one day Four just goes “oh. Oh no. I think I have a crush on Dot.” The colors each came to this conclusion a while ago, but didn’t realize they all felt that way until this day. It takes weeks for him to build up the courage to ask Dot on a date. Before he even gets a chance to ask though, she visits the forge, gives him a flower and asks if he’d be her date to a banquet next week. Since they admitted they both had feeling for the other, it’s been pretty smooth sailing. Dot is the only person who knows how to tell the colors apart when Four isn’t split. Being around her makes him feel whole. Maybe it’s because of the Light Force that she holds, or maybe it’s because all the colors can agree that Dot is great. Who’s tho say? They got engaged after a Prince from another kingdom came around to ask for the Princess’s hand in marriage. Dot was very blunt in saying no. Her royal advisers had to scramble to try and save the situation before she pointed to Four and said “I’m already betrothed.” She later asked if Four was okay with that and he said yes. It’s unsure to most people if they’re actually betrothed or if it’s a lie to get royal suitors off Dot’s tail.

Time is married to Malon and they are perfect. They run Lon Lon Ranch together and are happy to take life at its own pace. Having lived three days over and over again, Time has both lost and gained a better appreciation for a single day. Malon is the only person he’s told everything to and who believe him. She can tell when Time begins to doubt he isn’t in the loop again and assured him this is real and time is passing normally. Being married to a hero who’s not known has its difficulties, but Malon loves Time and that includes the baggage he carries. Time does his best to make life easier for his wife. He also brings a child like magic to her life that not many adults can maintain. He makes sure that for every reassurance she gives him, he gives her a worry free mini adventure. As a Kokiri Child, he’ll never lose his childish side, no matter how old he gets and he brings that to his love.

Twilight is single and sad. In a perfect world, Twilight, Midna, and Dusk would be dating. Twilight and Dusk aren’t dating each other, they’re just both dating Midna. Twilight and Dusk are just good friends who love their shared goth girlfriend. Midna brings a chaos to both their lives that they didn’t know they needed until she brought it.

Wind is a child. He has a crush on Tetra…right now. That could change in a week or day, but right now he has a crush on the Pirate Queen of the Great Seas.

Legend is married to Ravio. Is there even any question about that? In the peak, ideal world (aka what I Headcannon), Legend is married to both Ravio and Marin. They live in Legend’s house and have an apple orchard. Legend makes instruments for Marin to play in Castle Town while Ravio sells the instruments Legend has made. They go on adventures together. Ravio and Marin are very flirty. Legend can be flirty, but he clams up a little when flustered. They each have a different love language. Ravio likes to give and receive gifts, Marin enjoys quality time, and Legend values physical touch. They all work to give and receive the others’ forms of love.

Hyrule and Aurora are in fact dating, but unless you’re directly told that, you wouldn’t know. They’re really chill with each other and act like two bros. Neither of them is especially keen on physical affection, especially in front of other people. They don’t make big deals of going on dates or getting gifts for each other. Most gifts given between the two are along the lines of ‘look at this cool rock I found and pocketed for you.’ They have a unique relationship and not many people understand it, but they do and that’s all that matters.

Warriors isn’t in a relationship. “Maybe he just hasn’t found the right person yet or maybe he’s just not looking.” That’s what people tell him, but he knows better. After everything with Cia, he’s not eager to jump into a relationship, now or ever really. That said, he is close with Athena (Artemis) and Impa. They’ll all gossip about people and vent about their week. Sometimes when Impa isn’t there, Warriors and Athena will talk about how Cia’s actions hurt them. They talk about how in reincarnations they never knew, their souls were in love and what that means for them. They’ve agreed that it won’t happen. Warriors admits that he’s sworn off relationships all together and Athena is the first person who doesn’t just say it’s temporary.

Wild…okay. Before Calamity Wild held back all his thoughts and feelings and didn’t allow himself to care about romance. Current Wild is heart broken. He only remembers bits and pieces of his life, but based on what he remembered, he loved Mipha. Now it’s too late though. He can finally recognize all his feelings for all the champions and now it’s too late. There are very few people who remember what he’s just trying to figure out. Wild and Flora are currently ‘dating.’ They’re not sure what they should call it, but they’re together. It’s not official and they can both see other people if they want. At the end of the day though, no one else understands their thoughts and feelings better than each other. No one else was in their positions. They find comfort in each other.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu wild #lu twilight #lu four #lu time #lu wind #lu warriors #lu sky #lu aurora #lu dusk #lu midna #lu malon #lu marin #lu ravio #lu mipha #lu flora #lu athena #lu artemis #lu tetra #lu dot #lu sun #I started this as me projecting my relationship onto one of the boys #then I decided to write all of them #tell me what you think #lu headcanons

[in-my-feels-probably]

We’re Burned For Better - Chapter Three

Chapter Three

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The next day had turned out to be quite the series of events. Aelora, amongst many other things, bore witness to Daemon beheading Vaemond Velaryon, in defense of her Mother. Vaemond had called her and her brothers bastards, and Rhaenyra a whore.

If Daemon hadn't done something about it, Aelora would have. She didn’t take kindly to insults towards her family. While it was true that her brothers bore no resemblance to their father, she didn’t let that get in the way of defending them.

To tell the truth, she harbored no great affection for her Father, Ser Laenor. He was a kind man, even kinder for fathering children that were not his, if there was to be any truth to the rumors. He loved Aelora, as any father would, but he never made any attempts to strengthen hers and his relationship.

Aelora’s Mother told her it was because she resembled the Targaryens. Her spirit reminded him of his sister, Laena, who he greatly missed.

When he “passed,” and Daemon married Aelora’s Mother, she was happier for it. She always enjoyed Daemon’s company, and of her siblings, he seemed to prefer her. He had no shame in hiding it. He was infinitely better at fathering girls.

Aelora was happy to have Rhaena and Baela at her side during her time at Dragonstone, as well as Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys, who often visited. She missed them dearly when they left, although she was soon after sent to King’s Landing. She was very happy to hear that Daemon had brought them along to the city with him.

Aelora had a great love for the Blacks. She was extremely loyal to them, and when they were threatened in court, she stood by Daemon's side without so much as flinching.

Helaena gasped and turned away, shielded by her mother, even Aegon taking a step back. Aemond just watched, slightly bewildered, but intrigued.

He met Aelora’s eyes across the room, and her face was stoic. Brave. He had always liked that about her.

That night, the King ordered that the family dine together, united as one. It went about as well as could be expected with all the estranged family members in one room.

Aelora had grown quite fond of Daemon since he had married her Mother, and she shared an amused glance across the table as Alicent said a prayer before the meal.

She looked over towards Aemond, to see if she could catch his gaze, but he had his eyes dutifully closed. Whether he was actually praying, or just attempting to appease his own mother, she did not know. Still, she’d have to tease him for it later.

Aelora’s Mother announced the betrothal of Jacaerys and Lucerys to Rhaena and Baela. The news was taken surprisingly well across the table, and Aeloraa smiled fondly at each pair, truly grateful to see them all happy. Even more so grateful that she was finally getting true sisters.

Aegon, being the bastard he is, had to spoil everyone's fun. Aelora supposed he couldn’t help himself, it was in his nature to be a perpetual nuisance. Still, that fact didn’t make him any less insufferable.

Aelora only heard the tail end of his words to Jace, not only embarrassing her brother in his attempt, but her soon to be sister in law.

“Hold your tongue, Aegon. It would be a shame to see you lose it.”

Aegon grinned, narrowing his eyes at Aelora. “Always a pleasure, aren’t you?”

She was sidetracked from her response by the King congratulating Luke on his inheritance of Driftmark. The toast was short, once again interrupted by Aegon antagonizing Jace.

Jace clenched his jaw. “I believe my sister told you to hold your tongue. Are two warnings necessary, or are you just that daft? You can play the jester if you wish, but you will hold your tongue before my betrothed.”

The King stood, expressing his sorrow to see his family so estranged. He removed his mask, giving Aelora a view of his decaying face. She fought to keep her face steady, not wanting to offend him. She watched with respect as he did his best to stay upright, and instill the importance of the message to everyone.

“Set aside your grievances. If not for the Crown, then for the man who loves you all. So dearly.”

Aelora looked around the room as Alicent helped him sit, watching everyone’s faces. No one could seem to make eye contact, staring at their plates. Suddenly her Mother stood up, raising her cup. The King’s words seem to inspire a round of toasts, all of which struck Aelora. Knowing the history of her Mother and Alicent, she felt a twinge in her heart at their words, smiling as she watched them commend each other.

Of course, the peace only lasted so long. The revered toasts game to jokes, blows to blows. Aegon angered Aelora’s brother, who stood to look Aegon in the eye. At the intensity of the stares, Aemond stood as well, staring them both down.

Rolling her eyes, Aelora cleared her throat, ever so slightly. Aemond caught her glare, and decided to sit, rather than endure her wrath. Jace and Aegon took it as their cue to follow, sitting and half heartedly making up, at least as cordially as they could without hitting each other.

Helaena stood, and as much as Aelora loved her, she rolled her eyes, thinking that she couldn’t bear another awkward toast. To her surprise, although she didn't think Helaena intended it, she took a dig at Aegon, wounding his pride.

To Aelora’s amusement even more so, when the harpist began to play, Jace asked Helaena to dance, who gladly accepted. Aelora smiled at the pair, thinking of the possibilities of what could have happened if Jace had been promised to Helaena. Maybe everything would be different, and Aelora wouldn’t have to watch Helaena sit with her children all day while Aegon was off somewhere.

The thought saddened her, but she smiled as Jace made Helaena laugh.

The peace was once again overlooming, if only for a moment. Seeing her family smile brought a smile to Aelora’s face. She laughed as she watched Jace and Helaena dance, if you could even call it dancing. Her Mother’s laugh was bright, warming her heart. There was nothing more in the world Aelora enjoyed more than seeing her happy.

When the King groaned in pain, and was carried off by his guards, Aelora knew it was the end of the peace. He was holding the family together, and without him, it was bound to crumble.

The final straw was the roasted pig, placed in front of Aemond on the table. Aelora covered her mouth with her hand in realization, silently willing him not to react. She wasn’t so lucky, because Luke snickered, and Aemond, never the one to let his pride be wounded, stood up for the final toast of the night.

“To the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…strong. Come, let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys.”

Aelora finally stood, giving him a look of warning. “Aemond.”

Jace squared his shoulders. “I dare you to say that again.”

“Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?”

“Aemond!” Aelora said louder, but she wasn’t quick enough.

Jace quickly walked over, swinging and punching Aemond in the jaw. Aelora gasped, although she did nothing to stand in the way. Aemond pushed Jace to the ground, guards suddenly filing in. Aelora only stepped in when Aegon grabbed Luke, who was trying to come to his brother's defense, and pressed him to the table, holding him still.

“Unhand him or lose that hand,” she said, picking a knife up from a stray plate.

Reluctantly, Aegon let go, and Aelora pulled Luke into her, pushing him towards her Mother. Aelora whipped around the table, moving next to stop her twin, but Daemon had beaten her to it. He held him back as Aelora came to step beside him, and she overheard Aemond’s words to his mother.

“I was merely expressing how proud I am of this family, Mother. Though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs.”

Aelora’s Mother ordered her children to go to their quarters, but Aelora remained by Daemon’s side as she watched Aemond stand opposite of her.

Aemond looked at Daemon, not necessarily willing to challenge him, but then he looked at Aelora. He saw her face, riddled with anger and disappointment, and finally chose to step down, turning and walking out of the room. He didn’t look at her as he left. He walked straight past her, so close that all she had to do was reach out and touch him, but she didn’t.

She let him go.

As people began filing out of the room, Daemon turned to Aelora. “You should have hit one of them. Gods know the bastards deserved it. I would have approved.”

She nodded, still seething. “There’s still time for it, I assure you. They’ll wish for it when I’ve finished with them.”

“I’m proud to call you my own.” He smirked at Aelora, patting her shoulder before walking out of the room. “Make it hurt, darling.”

Aelora’s Mother and Alicent were all who were left, except a few guards and servants. She suddenly felt the urge to cry, and she rushed over to her Mother, nudging into her side. Rhaenyra ran a comforting hand through Aelora’s hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I think it’s best we go back to Dragonstone, my love.”

Aelora’s eyes widened. “You mean me too?”

“Yes. I’ve missed you dearly, and I cannot bear having another child on Dragonstone while my firstborn is away from me. You will come home with us in the morning. Don’t worry, you can visit on Meraxes whenever you want.”

Aelora felt like she was going to be sick. She desperately missed her home, but the idea of leaving her family in the city was enough to make her cry. How was she going to tell Aemond?

Alicent shook her head, taking Rhaenyra’s hand. She placed her other hand on Aelora’s arm. “Please, don’t go. You’ve only just arrived.”

Rhaenyra nodded, sighing. “Let me see the children home. I’ll return on dragonback.”

Aelora’s shook her head, and she turned to her. “Mother, you can’t come alone, not in your condition. I can see everyone home, or I can come back with you.”

Rhaenyra shook her head, cupping Aelora’s cheek in her palm. “No, love, I need you with your brothers. You’re the only level headed one out of them all, including Daemon. I want to know that you’re safe, that you’re all together. Say your goodbyes.”

Aelora wanted to argue, but she just nodded in defeat. She looked to Alicent, who gave her hand a comforting squeeze.

“Helaena will want to say her goodbyes. To her and her children, they’re quite fond of you. And Aemond…I know he acted tonight without cause, and I will not defend it. But please, let him see you off, too. He sulked for a month the last time you left. He’s too prideful to come to you himself, and he knows he’s angered you. I won’t blame you if you don’t say goodbye, but I’m urging you to. You know where he’ll be.”

Aelora nodded. “Of course, Your Grace. He may have made a fool of himself, but I know I can persuade him to apologize. I’ll say goodbye to both of them, I promise. Thank you for the opportunity.”

Alicent smiled at her with a genuine fondness. She turned to Aelora’s Mother. “You’ve raised a fine daughter, Rhaenyra. She’s just like you.”

Rhaenyra smiled. “Yes, I’m very proud. I don’t know where she gets it all from. Go ahead, say your goodbyes, my girl.”

Aelora nodded at them both, turning to leave the room. She knew where Aemond would be, it was where he always went to sulk.

Sure enough, she found him up on the hill just outside the dragonpit. Vhagar was too large to stay in the pit, so she slept outside when she stayed close to the castle. Aemond always went to the pit, standing on a perch that overlooked the hill so he could watch Vhagar.

Aelora supposed it was because, while Aemond was a very independent person, he didn’t truly enjoy being alone. With Vhagar nearby, he could still feel like someone he connected to was closeby, without ever having to go to another person and face the risk of embarrassment.

Half the time, he’d choose to come to Aelora. The other half, this is where he’d be.

She clenched her jaw, willing herself not to shout at him. It wouldn’t accomplish anything, and it would only cause him to sulk further. She could see his shoulders square, and his body tense. She hadn’t made her presence known, but he had picked up on it anyway.

“If you expect me to show you pity, you have the wrong idea. Do you want to tell me what that little performance was?”

He said nothing, but she could see him flex his hand, balling his fingers into a fist.

“I suggest you speak now because I will be gone by morning.” This got his attention, and he turned his head just enough that he could see her. “What?”

“Mother has ordered we go back to Dragonstone,” she informed. “I tried to get her to let me stay, but she wouldn’t hear it. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

Aemond hummed, his eyes cast to his feet. He just nodded, turning back to face Vhagar.

Aelora scoffed. “Really? You have nothing to say to me? If you let me leave now without an explanation, don’t bother sending a raven because I won’t receive it. So, what will it be?”

He turned around to fully face Aelora, taking a step forward. “I…I’m sorry.”

Aelora raised a brow. “Sorry? You’re sorry? It was one dinner, Aemond. Surely you could have made it through without adding any more fuel to the fire. I understand your resentment towards my brothers, and I know Aegon was no help, but for fucks sake. You had no right.”

“Jacaerys insulted my family!” Aemond said, taking yet another step towards her.

She took a step forward, shortening the gap between them both. Her eyes were full of anger, her voice bitter.

“No, Aemond, no he didn’t. Your brother made snide remarks, not only to Jace, but to my soon to be sister, and Jace stood up for her. If Aegon is who you are offended on behalf of, you have misunderstood who your true family is. You, however, insulted my family. Belittling my brothers is one thing, even I do it when they’re being uncivil. But they did no such thing.”

Aemond wouldn’t meet Aelora’s eyes, looking down at the ground.

“To question their legitimacy in front of the entire family, and in front of the King no less, is to question mine. Or have you forgotten I’m a so-called Strong, too? I may not have the looks, but I am every bit of his child as my brothers are, if you truly believe it to be so. I will not have you think any less of me because of it.”

He met her eyes at the accusation, his face softening. “Aelora, you know I would never question that about you–”

“Do I, Aemond? Do I know that? Because you seemed pretty content to do so tonight. Hear me when I say this, I can’t be more clear about it. I don’t give a shit who my real father is. I would be just as proud to call Ser Harwin my father as I was to call Ser Laenor my father. Just as I regard Daemon as my father. The truth of it matters not to me, and it shouldn’t to you either. Do you think of me less because of my parentage?”

“No–”

“Then why question it? Why, in an effort to humiliate my brothers, would you drag me into it? What purpose does it serve you?”

Aemond nodded ever so slightly, his shoulders slumping. Reluctantly, he reached for one of Aelora’s hands, and she begrudgingly accepted.

“I know. I acted on impulse, and I didn’t think–”

“Exactly, Aemond,” Aelora said, although she didn’t let go of his hand. “You didn’t think.”

“I’m sorry.” She felt him squeeze her hand ever so slightly. She squeezed back.

She brought her other hand up to cup his chin and turn his head to face hers. Aelora held him still, so he had to meet her gaze. Her voice was soft.

“Answer me this, then. I know you have no great love for your own father, and that is understandable. If you discovered that he wasn’t your true father, tell me in truth, would it really matter? Because if it doesn’t, why should mine? Does my parentage really matter that much to you? Or any of my family’s, for that matter?”

He shook his head. “No. It doesn’t matter. It is no one’s fault what family they’re born into.”

“Exactly. Blood isn’t what defines a family. Your family is who you choose it to be, and the rest doesn’t matter. I don’t give a shit about blood. My Mother is my family, Daemon is my family, my brothers and their betrothed are my family.”

Aelora intertwined her fingers with his, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. “You’re my family, you insufferable idiot. You, and Helaena, even your mother. And that is enough. That is who I pick. Are you hearing me?”

He nodded, face softening, his shoulders relaxing. His voice was quiet. “You’re mine, too.”

“Good,” she nodded, pulling him along with her. “You’re going to come with me to apologize to your mother, Gods only know what she must think of me and my brothers now.”

“She likes you. She smiles when I mention you.”

Aelora grinned to herself, tugging him along. “Fine, we can do that later. But we are going to say goodbye to Helaena, I won’t leave here without doing so. I feel so bad for her, cooped up everyday with no one to talk to. Promise me you’ll be with her more. I know she’s lonely. Promise me.”

“I promise, Aelora. But why am I coming with you to say goodbye, I am not the one leaving.”

“Because…I don’t want to leave you alone just yet. I know it has been months, but it feels like I’ve only just arrived, and now I will be without you again. I’m taking all the time I can get…and, in the event that we run into your brother, you will be here to stop me from doing anything rash, like maiming him, or possibly killing him, I haven’t decided yet.”

Aelora could hear him chuckle, knowing from the sound of his voice that he was smiling.

“That’s my girl.”

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A/N - Hi! So I know this part is largely recycled, the next part will be too, at least partially. I hope that’s alright. And then after that part or two, the rest will be entirely new work. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think!

#house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagines #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond x aelora #aemond targaryen x aelora velaryon #aelora velaryon #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey! Firstly, I just wanted to thank you for the all the amazing things you do! You guys rock!

Second of all, I was wondering if you guys knew any Stiles-cemtric stories which feature angst and magical Stiles? It would ne grearly appreciated if you could also make it over ten-thousand words!

Yeah, @gurokawaii18!

Those Are The Days That Bind Us by s_a_m

(5/5 I 52,171 I Mature I Sterek)

His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said,

“It’s like you’re not my son anymore.”

And Stiles broke.

What Goes Around by KouriArashi

(16/16 I 71,451 I Mature I Sterek)

“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.”

It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential.

Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”

A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse

(29/29 I 115,506 I Explicit I Sterek)

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

Running Up That Hill by maypoison

(32/32 I 139,488 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Even before the pack joined together, Scott was trying to protect you. And he still is trying to protect you, even if it means leaving you out of all this.”

Stiles does roll his eyes at that. “Yeah, but it didn’t work did it. I was still involved, and so was my Dad. We were nearly killed by Matt, and then Gerard.”

“My point is, people change. Relationships aren’t always perfect. Scott's tried to kill me before."

Stiles raises an eyebrow. "So, you’re saying that someone trying to kill you is just a small flaw in a relationship?"

“We’re werewolves.” Derek answers with a shrug, as if that was a perfectly good explanation.

AND

@crowleywhomst suggested this one!

Actions Speak Louder than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(25/25 I 434,625 I Explicit I Sterek)

“I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”

That was a bad word. Not found.

Have.

Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.

One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #angst #magic!stiles #submission

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 37

McCoy

“Get out,” Spock demanded, his voice a snarl of anger.

McCoy straightened up, squared his shoulders and pushed into the room, allowing the door to close behind him.

“No,” he said firmly. “You may not speak to me that way.” He put every ounce of his royal background into his voice.

Spock’s eyes sparked with fury at him as his mouth worked around to keep from saying anything more.

“Now what is going on?” McCoy asked. He looked at Spock, waiting for an answer. The Vulcan’s jaw clenched tightly as he stared back. The tension rose inside the room.

“How did this happen?” Scotty’s voice asked faintly.

A sigh reached McCoy’s ears and Spock looked sharply at Jim. He moved away from Scotty and sat on one of the beds.

“C’mere,” Jim said gently to Spock.

To McCoy’s surprise Spock moved quickly and sat beside Jim. Spock still glared at McCoy and Scotty, but some of the tenseness seemed to leave his body as he sat next to Jim.

“Two stubborn beings,” Jim said as he stroked over the back of Spock’s head. “You won’t tell and he won’t leave until you do.” Jim said something else quietly in Vulcan.

“Fine,” Spock spat out after a moment.

“Sit down guys.” Jim pointed at the other bed.

“We brought you some dinner,” Scotty offered as he sat. “You can’t keep skipping meals.”

“We haven’t,” Jim said. “We’ve just been going when you all aren’t there.”

“Why?” McCoy asked.

“So we don’t have to put up with insufferably stupid questions!” Spock snapped at him.

“Hey,” Jim said and stroked his hand on Spock’s arm. Jim blew out a breath, then turned back to McCoy and Scotty. “This is incredibly private,” he said. “You can not tell anyone.”

McCoy caught Scotty’s eye. We’re they actually going to find out what was going on finally?

“Ok,” Scotty answered for them.

“So there’s this thing for Vulcans,” Jim began. “And- and when it happens the first time, it usually means it’s time for betrothals to be- to be completed.”

McCoy frowned then his thought from the beach came back.

“So it is about T’Pring.”

Spock’s face darkened as he nearly growled at McCoy.

“Ye’re still betrothed to her?” Scotty asked gently.

Jim nodded. “And if anyone finds out what’s going on, Spock will have to go.” Jim wiped at his eye. McCoy couldn’t tell if it was a tear or because of the bruising.

“So what’s going on? What’s happening to you?” McCoy asked Spock.

“Remember going through puberty and suddenly wanting to get to know every attractive person that went by intimately?” Jim blushed.

“No.” “No.” McCoy and Scotty answered at the same time. McCoy raised an eyebrow at Jim.

“Ok, forget that,” Jim backtracked quickly. “Then when you two got together, how you made use of any private moment?”

“What are ye saying lad?” Scotty asked with a frown.

“Sex,” Spock suddenly bit out, looking at all three boys like they were the stupidest people he had ever met.

McCoy saw Scotty’s color rise and felt his own face warm at the blunt word.

“In a nutshell,” Jim tried to grin.

“So you’ve gotta have sex, then you’ll stop being like this?” McCoy waved a hand at Spock.

“That’s a crude explanation of something my people—”

“Yes,” Jim cut him off. “In simple terms. But since it’s important on Vulcan—”

“I have told you ashayam, I am not certain what I would do to you. I would not want to harm you.”

“But ye did?” Scotty looked at Jim’s eye.

“That was an accident,” Jim said. “I was trying to convince him it would be fine, and he pushed me back.” Jim shrugged.

“Ok,” McCoy said standing up. “So you have sex with Jim and everything’s back to normal? No one talks about it again and you’re free from having to get married for a while longer?”

Spock’s face flushed with anger and his mouth opened.

“Yes, pretty much,” Jim said.

“Then for fuc—” McCoy shook his head. He straightened up again and looked right at Spock. “I’m still your prince. Have sex with Jim and get this settled,” he commanded. “Come on Scotty.” He headed for the door.

Part 38

Scotty

When they were back inside their own room, Scotty let out a heavy sigh while Leonard paced up and down the room, running one hand through his hair. He appeared to be quite annoyed.

"I just don't get it! If the problem is that easy to solve then why don't they just fu- do it?! It's not like they didn't have sex before!"

Scotty pushed off his shoes as he sat down on the bed and a weak smile crossed his lips.

"I guess this isn't the same thing as regular sex, mo ghràdh. Ye heard Spock. He's scared that he might hurt Jim."

Even though he already had by accident. Scotty still felt sick thinking about Jim's bruised and bloody face. To think that someone like Spock who was usually peaceful and calm had done that...

"Well, I'm quite sure that he'll hurt all of us if he doesn't stop being so angry and out of control!"

Scotty only shook his head gently and patted the free space next to him, indicating for his husband to sit down. Slowly, Leonard followed the invite and Scotty wrapped his arm around him.

"Len... there are things we don't understand. Spock's culture is... is different from ours. We don't know how exactly he feels inside. We don't know how hard this is for him.

"I mean... look at him! Did ye ever see him as emotional as he is right now ever before?"

Leonard seemed to think about it for a moment, but eventually he shook his head.

"He's... he's scared. And confused. All the feelings he's bottled up for so long just burst out of him at the same time. It has to be horrible."

Leonard only groaned.

"Then why doesn't he just stop it? Why doesn't he sleep with Jim and gets it all settled?"

"Listen, if ye were completely out of yer mind, not in control over yer actions, would ye want to sleep with me? Knowing that ye might take it too far."

Leonard opened his mouth to say something, but he appeared to be at a loss for words.

Scotty leaned closer to him.

"That's what I thought. We cannae force him to do anything. We can only hope. I'm just glad that they told us the truth."

Leonard sat still for a very long time until he finally dropped backwards onto the bed, covering his face with both hands.

"Ugh, why do Vulcans have to be so complicated?"

Scotty chuckled softly as he lay down next to his husband.

"I don't know, mo ghràdh. But I'm sure Spock and Jim will figure everything out. I have faith in them."

Sunday passed them by uneventful. They didn't hear anything from Spock or Jim. Leah didn't call either since she probably hadn't found out anything yet. Both boys called their mothers and told them about how their first week had been.

On Monday morning, Scotty was on his way to his first class when he was stopped by a familar person.

"Hey Scottish boy, didn't you hear the news?"

Scotty whirled around to see Aporal behind him. The Andorian grinned at him.

"What news?"

"Our class was canceled and all the members of it are supposed to gather at the gym. First lection in fighting and self-defense."

Scotty felt a strange tingling in his stomach. He had always known that that lesson would come, but he hadn't known that it would be so soon.

He swallowed, then nodded. It would be just fine.

Scotty couldn't have been more wrong. Since he had been one of the few students who heard about the change of plan too late and needed to pick up his sports clothing from his room, he was late for class.

Therefore, as a punishment, the teacher chose him and another boy to be the first cadets to practice an exercise.

The boy - where had Scotty seen him before? - smiled at him and shook his hand as they stepped into the middle of the group. Scotty tried to smile back, but it was hard.

"Scotty," he introduced himself and the boy in front of him grinned even wider.

"Francis."

Almost instantly, Scotty's eyes widened and he wanted to pull his hand back, but the boy in front of him held it tightly.

"Well then, Mr. Kinnear, Mr. uhm," the teacher looked at his PADD, "Scott. Get started. First, we'll practice an easy way to get out of a stranglehold. Mr. Kinnear, would you be so kind..."

"Of course, sir."

Only a moment later, Scotty was turned around and grabbed from behind.

He tried to breathe calmly, closed his eyes, but the hands holding him back reminded him of the hands that had held him one year ago.

The Romulans dragging him through the forest to the cabin. The Romulans threatening and hurting him.

Scotty started to pant and he squeezed his eyes shut. Sweat was forming on his forehead. He heard the teacher say something, but he didn't understand a word.

"Please... let me go. Please! Please! Please!"

Francis only held him tighter.

"Mr. Scott! Pull yourself together! I'll tell you how to get out of this grip. Just listen."

"Nae. Nae! Please, let go of me!"

Scotty shook his head, over and over again. Tears started to stream down his face and his heart was beating out of his chest as he started to squirm back and forth.

"Let go of me! Please! Please! Please!"

"Mr. Kinnear. Let go," the teacher said, sounding not very happy about how fast this lecture was ending.

Only a moment later Scotty fell to his knees, crying and sobbing heavily.

"Get him to a nurse. These sissy kids these days," the teacher muttered and soon enough someone was helping him up and leading him away from the group.

A hand gently rubbed up and down his back and a voice whispered to his ear.

"Shh, it's okay. Everything's okay, Scottish boy. You'll be fine."

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #in our favor

[hiddenqveendom]

I h ope I don't bother you at this point! Could you tell us more about Dorana and Daemon's relationship? And how their affair influences her marriage? How does Dorana feel about Alicent?

omg it’s no bother at all! thank you so much for your interest in my characters. it honestly means a lot. 💜

doranah and daemon have quite the torrid affair. the dornish lady catches the eye of many upon her arrival at the capital. however, she initially only bats an eye at her betrothed, ser criston cole. they arranged to be married as a deal (instigated by his father and the marsher lords to keep the peace with the people of along the dornish marshes), one that criston is not fond of. he doesn’t think it’s suitable for a Knight such as him to have a bride. which is kind of ironic considering he “dishonors” himself with rhaenyra and jaehra. it’s not difficult for doranah to put this together (especially since its not kept as much of s secret when it comes to his fling with jaehra), so she decides to get revenge by sleeping with his rival; daemon. the latter had his eye on her from the moment they met, often flirting with her to anger criston. therefore, it wasn’t difficult for him to be seduced. from there, their relationship grows from one of lust to something close to love. the two are quick to understand and confide in one another. even when doranah and criston officially wed, her loyalties remain with daemon. the pair secretly keep in contact over the years, with doranah serving as he personal spy. i definitely think the two could’ve been genuinely happy together had they been betrothed instead, but it just wasn’t meant to be. doranah will survive the dance, so i think the loss of daemon will hit her even harder than that of her husband. 

with regards to doranah and criston’s marriage, i think it was fated to fail from the start. while she genuinely grew to care for him and did her best to make their marriage work, his heart was never really in it. he cared more about his role and duties to the crown (and alicent) than anything else. sure he ultimately tried to play the role of husband in one way or another, but it wasn’t enough. thus, her falling for someone else was inevitable. even though her affair with daemon does take a toll on their already shattered marriage, it acted more so as the final blow than the main reason for their troubles. of course criston hates the idea of his wife bedding daemon, but i think deep down he knows he deserves it. he’s not emotionally available for her and would rather help raise alicent’s children then focus on producing their own (which is a whole other tragic and messy tale). i do think though that doranah and daemon’s affair fuels his hatred towards the latter and team black even more. it’s also safe to say it pushes him more towards alicent. 

speaking of the queen, doranah is not fond of alicent for an array of reasons. she finds the younger woman to be too judgmental towards her more open customs. alicent is kind of a stick in the mud in comparison to the dornish beauty. so even without considering the whole mess with criston, they just aren’t compatible personality wise. the tow are cordial with each other but far from being friends. doranah finds it difficult for her to trust alicent, all the more so as she grows closer to her husband. I think in some ways she’s jealous of the dedication criston has towards her because it’s something he’s never had towards her. 

#misskatiewrites #ask #*answered #hotd oc #oc:doranah #ser criston cole #alicent hightower #hotd #fandom:house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #thank u 💜 #*mobile post

[written-in-flowers]

😎 rules: post 3 snippets from published work, and 3 from your wips

thanks to @theharrowing for tagging me in this! I love doing things like this lol

No pressure tags! @moccahobi @here4theheartbreak @m-yg93 @magicshopaholic

Published!

Baby Blue: CEO!Namjoon x SugarBaby!Jimin

You’re okay, right?” Namjoon asked for the millionth time that night. Sitting beside Jimin on the sofa, he saw Jimin upright with his knees to his chest.  “I’m fine, Namjoon,” Jimin reassured as he’d done an hour or so ago. “I really am. It’s not like you went that hard or did it for too long.” “But we never discussed it. I just sort of did it.” “My sexual preferences and fetishes are listed in my portfolio and your application,” he told him matter-of-factly. “You already know what I like in bed.” “But still, we never discussed consequences or reward systems or anything like that. I shouldn’t have done that without talking to you about it.” Jimin put his carton on the coffee table and slid to Namjoon. Taking away the half-eaten food, he made Namjoon focus on him. “Namjoon, you think too much about this. You need to stop worrying so much.” “But when we do things like that, you’re trusting me with your body,” said Namjoon. “I need to know everything you’re okay and not okay with. I should know all your hard stops and your boundaries so I don’t push them. I don’t want you to feel forced to go along with it because I enjoy it. If you don’t like that sort of thing, we don’t have to do it again. We can stick to regular sex if you want. I don’t need to do-” “-It relaxes you.” “What?” “BDSM. It relaxes you. It gives you a physical outlet for all that tension inside you.”

His Wilted Flowers: Fuckboi!Yoongi x Virgin!Reader

He continued watching Hoseok set up for the get-together. Once a week, Yoongi and his friends met at someone’s house and hung out. They’d chat, joke around, play video games or watch movies together. Yoongi did not socialize much outside of his job, so these meetings with his old friends became a highlight for him. Putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave, Yoongi knew the subject of his newest exploit would come up. He’d told them all over a group chat text. He couldn’t keep his cheeks from reddening as it came back to him.  “You’re thinking about her right now, aren’t you?” Hoseok teased, dumping some fresh guacamole into a bowl for the tortilla chips.  “Maybe,” he smiled.  “I don’t blame you,” he said. He sampled the dip with a crisp crunch, nodded his approval, then he continued, “I would be too if I got a piece of her.”  ‘Her’. Hoseok meant you when he said it, and that word alone brought you back to him. “She’s special,” Yoongi grinned. “It’s been forever since I had one like that.”

Fly Way: Young!Aemond x Young!Velayron!Reader

"What?" The word came out before you stopped yourself. You stared at your mother from across the table in disbelief. She stared back with a mixture of expectancy and slight irritation. You sensed she did not fully approve of the match either, but saw no other choice. She'd be insulting the King, your grandsire, and the Queen, her stepmother, if she declined it.  "This match will strengthen the bond between our houses, and relieve any strife that has come between them. The King agreed with me," she continued. "He believes it will heal the bonds that have been damaged for so long." "Oh please," you scoffed, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair. "They have no interest in mending anything." Your mother hesitated for a moment, not looking away from you but not seeing you either. She appeared to have drifted off. You thought for a moment she’d consider your words, run off to The Queen, and say ‘no’. The subject of betrothal had hung in the air around The Red Keep for some time. Girls younger than you are promised to young lords, and married soon afterwards. You’d always hoped you might be given a choice like your mother, even though your grandsire eventually picked for her when she became indecisive. You knew it’d come up eventually, you just hoped she might provide a list or send you off to meet suitors.  "You are my eldest daughter," she finally came back. "You are three-and-ten, and have already begun your flowering. It is time you married, and who better than Prince Aemond?"

WIPS!

Guardian Knight: Arkham!Jason x Wayne!OFC

He didn’t answer her, but instead guided her into the elevator and let the doors close. “Don’t do that again,” he told her, ignoring her question. “You’re going to get yourself killed pulling stunts like that.” “I would’ve gotten out,” she remarked, though she knew this to be untrue.  “Oh, really? How? You can’t talk your way out of rubble,” he said. “And where would you have gone? That place was crawling with my men. They would’ve recaptured you and brought you to me.” Mia smirked, “And what would you have done? Spanked me?”  She saw him pause at the suggestion, body stiffening and standing a bit taller. For a goal-oriented man with a simmering rage beneath the surface, sex is the last thing on his mind. If she can’t escape him, she could at least make him wish he’d never kidnapped her in the first place. Her laugh ended up being cut off by him reaching his hand into the back of her jeans. She swatted him before realizing he’d withdrawn the gun pressed to her tailbone. 

Ateez: Poly!ot8 x Reader

You’d come to the set in a simple t-shirt and jeans, since you’d be changing eight different times today. The stylists recommended you come as plain faced as possible, since any makeup you wore will be removed. The prospect of a photoshoot excited and worried you. The last time someone took photos of you, it’d been for your Companion portfolio and resume. A photographer took a bunch of boudoir pictures with a few headshots thrown in to attract potential clients. You didn’t mind dressing down for a camera, since the outfits and makeup helped you hide behind them, but the photographer won’t be the only one present. A staff of at least twenty people will be filming, monitoring, adjusting, lighting, and observing your every move. Your Companion show, YNTEEZ, is supposed to have a suggestive element to it, so these strangers will be seeing parts of you that would’ve been private otherwise.  “There you are,” a voice said when the door opened. Seonghwa came walking into your dressing room, pecking your lips and looking over your face. “We’ve been looking for you.”

Poly!Yunho x Poly!Reader Smut

"I've always liked tickling you," he sighed, nuzzling your ear, "You're so cute when you’re ticklish." "Yuyu-ah," you whined, mouth falling open when he tugged down the front of your bra, "Here?" "Yes," he said, rolling your nipples between his fingers until you whimpered, "I can't wait anymore. I want you now. Nobody is going to come in." You saw him smirk in the mirror, "And if they do, they'll get an eyeful of the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." 

#tag game #game tag #wip game #sorry it took so long lol

[jmrothwell]

Corpse Bride PeterPatterLina

My random freeform thoughts and notes

(Because it won’t leave my brain, but I can’t come up with decent 2nd and 3rd acts. There is no formatting, read at your own risk)

--Reggie would be Victor, Julie Victoria.

–The arranged marriage reasonings would still be similar. Reggie’s parents seeking the title, Ray just wanting to make sure Julie is financially secure, since things have gone south since her mothers death and Carlos is still so young.

–Reggie of course is hesitant and loathes the idea of being used as a pawn by his parents. Julie, also isn’t too keen on the idea but is mostly acting out of a sense of duty. (She’s still grieving her mother, and acting semi-mechanically on most of her decisions at this point)

–Instead of meeting at one of the houses for the marriage meeting and rehearsal they meet at some 3rd party location

–Reggie is actively avoiding the whole marriage meeting and rehearsal. He stumbles upon Julie sitting at a piano, not really playing anything. Reggie doesn’t even know she's the girl he’s supposed to be marrying within the next week. He just sees a pretty girl looking despondent, and well, he can’t have that.

–They have a short conversation, where they each open up. Reggie considers it a victory when he gets Julie to smile. They briefly bond over the piano. Julie admits she hasn’t touched one in years, but she doesn’t dissuade Reggie when he starts playing.

–Julie actually feels something for the first time, Reggie managing to break through her depressed mire.

–The parents come to figure out why their children are missing from their own wedding rehearsal.

–Reggie is torn when he learns that Julie is his betrothed. On one hand she’s pretty, and her smile was gorgeous. The little they spoke made him start to crush a little because she really does seem like a nice person he’d love to get to know better. On the other hand, fuck his parents, and fuck arranged marriages and his choices being made for him.

–Barkus can stay Barkus, because I want Covington to be Bonejangles or Elder Gutknecht and Nick never had good Villain energy. –Unless we completely rework that angle entirely(see no 3rd act)

–The marriage rehearsal is still a disaster. Reggie still accidentally implies he doesn’t want to marry Julie(see above). Reggie gets overwhelmed and runs off.

–The woods scene still happens, but would still need to rework Reggie’s reasoning behind practicing marriage vows in the woods. He would probably be daydreaming about actually choosing someone he liked, and being able to get married on his own terms.

–He accidentally marries himself to Luke in the Woods.

– Luke of course still had an affair and planned an elopement with some mysterious stranger who killed him.

– Reggie finds himself in some vibrant free underworld, unlike Victor, he actually is kind of ok with it, because it’s the most free he has felt in a while.

–Reggie is reunited with his long dead pet dog because OF COURSE, and while he tells Luke about his life, he finds he can’t stop thinking about Julie who he also just met but has also seemed to have stolen apart of his heart.

–Luke wants to meet this girl that seems to be the only good thing Reggie has to say about his previous life.

–So the two agree together to go meet up with her, the magic they are given to do so has a time limit on it.

–Unfortunately it takes a bit to find Julie. Reggie isn’t sure if he should actually show his face to Ray because well he did just technically run out on his daughter. Luke suggests maybe sneaking in so they do.

–Julie’s relieved to see Reggie, as the town’s gossip mill has been on overdrive. Because it hasn’t just been a night, Reggie has been gone for a couple days(Not sure if weird time warp shiz or if Reggie legit should have been gone that long). And the rumors aren’t just oh he ran away with someone, it’s also oh he jumped in the river(Luke provides “technically he fainted and I had to pull him out”) it’s also he must have been lost in the woods.

–The three chat for a bit. Julie assures Reggie that if he were to have actually just spoken to Ray the man would have understood. Fuzzy conversation details ensue

–Ray comes to check on Julie, Julie forces the guys to hide because, well sure Ray might understand pre-wedding nerves, it's still some weird Victorian-esque time period and she can’t be seen having two men in her room alone.

–While hiding they overhear Ray’s concerns that they might not be able to find Reggie, and if they can’t perhaps they should move onto a different suitor, as there are already some lined up. Reggie is about to be all “to hell with proper decorum, because fuck this whole arranged marriage bullshit, but if I want to get to know this girl I gotta step up then by damn it I will”. . only for the transport magic to wear off and drag him and Luke back to the underworld

And this is where the ideas become fuzzy because I cannot figure out a damn 3rd act

Where are Alex? Flynn? Carrie? Willie?

#brain dump #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #corpse bride #reggie peters #jatp #julie molina #luke patterson

[trickstercaptain]

        okay so let’s talk more in depth about Jack and polyamory as it’s an important subject that is very integral to how he approaches romance and love and sex ( although not mandatory to any romantic ships i have on this blog; i’m very picky about shipping with Jack these days so therefore i’m sure all of my partners know this already, but he can be monogamous and he can commit to another person. this is not my way of giving Jack a get out of jail free card for an open approach to relationships lmao ).

         i think the most important thing to firstly establish is that, at least in regards to his canon, Jack does not necessarily choose to be polyamorous. Jack grew up on Shipwreck Cove which, for all intents and purposes, exists outside of societal norms ---- however there are still certain relationship archetypes that Jack would have been exposed to growing up. he has his parents’ relationship, which he doesn’t remember much of but the memories he has of them together aren’t particularly positive, since their dynamic was rather tense and difficult at times when he was in the picture. he also learns later via his mother’s journals that she fled a planned betrothal, which forms the foundation of his aversion to marriage as an institution ( if his mother didn’t want to marry, then why should he like the idea lmao ). he does learn from these journals that his mother loved his father, however, so it’s not a total loss. but it reinforces the idea of love = something that is difficult and does not come easily.

         then there are the relationship dynamics that he is exposed to on Shipwreck itself and within the male-dominated crew environments on board Teague’s and others’ ships. there would be the sailors who have wives and children on land somewhere and who are completely, 100% devoted, and then the ones who have a very flexible attitude towards their marriages and openly indulge in and boast of their affairs with other women. Jack learns to view marriage and children as things that chain people to dry land, and as someone who already feels rather trapped and stifled on Shipwreck Cove, it makes that desire for complete freedom from those things even more intense.

          and finally there is the big one: the brothels on Shipwreck. given the male dominated nature of piracy in general, this is the main sphere in which Jack would have interacted with women growing up. he would have learned several things from this: that a woman can run a business, obtain an income and generally be independent of a man ( it would have done him a lot of good tbh, considering any woman who made a living on Shipwreck Cove, whether as a sex worker or otherwise would need to be tough ). he would have learned about sex and sexual dynamics from a young age lmao. but also, arguably the most important thing he gains from this, is of sex as transactional. sex exists and is entirely separate from love, and sex is not “monogamous” seeing as men pay for it and women cater to these multiple different men who pay for it. also, this being Shipwreck, i imagine there are a variety of sexual orientations and tastes catered for, so Jack would have been very open-minded as a result.

           while Jack would obviously not grow up thinking that all sex is bought, it would establish the idea that it is a trade of one thing for another ( as opposed to it being an act of love or sacred union or purely a means of procreation, as would be the way it is viewed within the constraints of civilised society ). and seeing that marriage is overall a more flexible arrangement among outlaws and thieves, Jack would not have the understandings of traditional relationships that would be expected of his contemporaries at the time. when trying to “court” Esmeralda in TPOF, Jack really had to work hard at it and think consciously about it, because dating and courtship are not concepts that really exist within his lived experience.

           but Jack is a well read man and he would have learned all of this. his polyamory is not a result of him being naive or ignorant: he read a lot growing up and that would have included several romance novels of the time. so he understands how relationships and love are “meant” or believed to work, but he has very few, if any, real life examples to draw upon. and he just prefers the idea of sex being a thing to give to others without restriction or monogamy or love being a part of the equation. it all just feels a lot simpler and less complicated to him tbh.

          there are more overt ways in which he is polyamorous too, and the best example is the fact that Jack fell in love with a ship, made of wood and canvas. as a sailor he loves the sea, and as a pirate captain he loves his ship --- both of which are loves that can never be consummated in the way that traditional love between human partners can. anyone who loves Jack has to share him with the Black Pearl, that is a fundamental condition of being his lover or partner within his canon verse. but this demonstrates the separation in Jack’s mind of sex and love: one can exist perfectly well without the other.

           when we bring it back to Jack’s human partners, lifestyle also contributes to his approach too. it’s my personal headcanon ( and also my objective opinion lmao ) that Jack’s circle of lovers is not actually as large as canon ( or should I say fanon ) implies. it’s extremely telling imo that Jack is on bad terms with both Giselle and Scarlett in CotBP, then when they reappear briefly in DMC, they mention to Will that they haven’t seen Jack “in a month,” which means he saw them at some point after the first film and presumably got back on good terms with them, before one slaps Will and indicates that they are back on bad terms again. then they appear with Jack again at the end of AWE, back on good terms ( before Jack ruins things again lmao ). 

          I know the narrative reason for this is the continuity of recurring characters, but on a characterisation level, Jack could have easily ditched both Giselle and Scarlett and found/seduced/paid for the services of someone else for a lot less drama and hassle in his life. but he doesn’t. he therefore likes them both or else he wouldn’t keep going back to them ( and he clearly does, since his list of lies to them are all mostly mundane things that mean he talks to and has an established relationship with them as well, despite them being coded as sex workers ). I think this is a theme for him across the board: he likely has one or two sexual partners in each of the ports that he visits regularly, and always circles back to them whenever he’s there.

         his issue is the fact that he often does not communicate his open attitude towards relationships to his partners ( and doesn’t really communicate very well in general lmao ). despite Shipwreck existing outside of societal norms, Jack would still be something of an anomaly; relationship norms of the time are still pretty rigid and I imagine as somebody who is charming, magnetic, good at sex and on the whole a decent guy ( particularly when compared to other pirates ), Jack worms his way quite quickly into other people’s affections. 

          the short film Wedlocked hinges on the idea that Jack promises to take both Giselle and Scarlett to the altar and then chickens out at the last moment, and the two brides to be realise that not only was he in a “serious” and presumably monogamous relationship with both of them, but that he wasn’t going to marry either of them at all. this is a situation that I think Jack would easily find himself in. both Giselle and Scarlett are very strong-willed, loud, abrasive women ( aka Jack’s type ) and while I don’t think Jack ever entered into a sexual relationship with either of them ( which clearly developed from transactional sex to a friends with benefits type arrangement, because they clearly have to like him to want to marry him ) with the intent to deceive or mislead them, he probably became close enough to them that he was railroaded into agreeing to certain progressional relationship steps ( buying them gifts, promising fidelity, a proposal ) in order to placate them or get back into their good books when they were on the rocks. 

          in a relationship, Jack often falls into the role of the cool, level-headed one to balance out what is often a very fiery, strong-willed partner, and if there are issues with the communication in that relationship ( as there often are with Jack as he struggles to open up ), or if it is in any way volatile, that creates issues and means Jack can lean into people-pleasing just to keep the peace. combine that with a fear of feeling chained to one place or having his freedom inhibited in any way, and you have a polyamorous mess of a man, basically. 

#&. depths few had ever begun to glimpse ( meta tag. ) #the other thing i have been working on this week lmao #because essentially polyamorous is jack's 'default' state #he can develop towards loyalty and monogamy (even though those are two wholly different concepts to him anyway) #and enter into a traditional relationship. but it takes work #and is extremely rewarding and emotionally fulfilling for jack when he gets there #but casual no strings attached arrangements with those he considers friends are his go-to #it's partly chosen by him. but also partly made by his upbringing and lifestyle and environment #modern to a much lesser extent. but it's still somewhat applicable there too

[just-a-smut-slut]

Crestellys And Bixim

Chapter Three

Ara had a fitful sleep that night. When she awoke, her blankets and pillows her on the floor. There was even pillow stuffing where she had torn apart a pillow in her sleep. She looked out the window to the dawning of a new era of her life. Everything would be different now. As a single princess, she was given freedom, but as an engaged female, she was bound to her betrothed. They may as well be married for all the freedom it will allow her.

A knock sounded on the door and her maid opened the door, carrying a tray of morning tea and biscuits. She looked at the mess in the room and sighed, setting the tea down at the bedside table and moving to pick everything up.

“Sorry, Una. It was nightmares again,” Ara said in explanation. Her maid, Una, smiled at her and continued her work.

“Don’t worry, Your Highness. It isn’t a problem. Just you eat and get ready for the day. Prince Taulgri is taking you riding this morning,” Una said as if that wasn’t as good as splashing cold water on Ara.

I guess it was a good thing that I didn’t sleep with Killian afterall, she thought. Una picked out a set of new riding clothes for her to wear to impress the prince. Ara didn’t think that a pair of snug, leather pants, boots, and a flowy, white blouse would necessarily appeal to a prince like Taulgri, but she didn’t argue. Una then set her golden hair into a loose bun and pinned a small, gold tiara into her hair. She looked comfortable but still elegant and very royal.

Ara walked to the stable, trailed by a guard that wasn’t Killian. The stables were on the outside of the inner castle walls, still surrounded by the outer wall. As she passed through the courtyard, she was met with congratulations to passing nobles or servants. Ara met every one of them with a smile and thanks. After years of palace life, she could act as well as any actress.

The stables smelled of their usual straw, barley, and manure. Ara loved the scent. She walked to her horse’s stall. Years ago, a warhorse had been injured. The military was going to put him down, but she wouldn’t let them. She nurtured him back to health and he had been loyal to her alone ever since.

Hesperos was a large, dapple gray stallion. He had been ridden into battle many times by some of her father’s best warriors. He whinnied as he saw the princess and walked to his stall door, tossing his head, expecting a treat. Ara took a couple sugar cubes from her pocket and let him nibble at them in her hand. She brushed her other hand against his head and mumbled to him lovingly.

She didn’t notice Prince Taulgri approaching her until he said, “Lovely day for a ride, I thought.”

Ara jumped a bit and Hesperos let out a huff of frustration.

“Prince Taulgri,” she inclined her head. He did the same. “Princess Ara.”

“Who’s this?” The prince gestured to the stallion. Ara noticed Hesperos standing a bit straighter, looking at the prince as if sizing him up.

“This is Hesperos,” she said with a smile and scratched his nose.

“He’s as big as a warhorse,” Prince Taulgri commented.

Ara smirked and said, “He is a warhorse, or a retired one anyway.”

Prince Taulgri’s eyebrows raised, obviously impressed. “He must have really taken to you. Our warhorses usually aren’t so… docile.”

“Hesperos is special, Prince Taulgri,” Ara shrugged.

“Would you mind if we simply addressed each other by our first names when no one else is around? It would make the rest of our lives a bit less tedious.” Ara couldn’t tell if he was joking or not when speaking about the future tedium of their lives.

“Of course. Whatever you wish,” Ara glanced at him up and down. He was wearing riding pants, a loose fitting shirt, and simple boots. He didn’t even wear a crown. He looked so… casual. She had expected him to be dressed in the ravelry of his station when taking her on their first ride together.

“Did my uniform disappoint you, Ara?” A smile tugged at the ends of his lips.

“Of course not!” She answered too quickly. The prince seemed to expect her response and quipped, “Ah, so you find my form pleasing?”

Ara scowled with displeasure. “Don’t be crass, Prince Taulgri.”

“Only joking, Princess Ara,” he smiled a little too playfully. Ara wondered if he had used that smile and that line on other girls. If they had been tricked into his casual demeanor. She would not be so easily fooled.

“Where are you planning on riding?” She asked.

Prince Taulgri shrugged, “I thought you could show me around, actually. Help me get acquainted with the countryside. Especially since this land is to be my home.”

Ara nodded and opened the stall door to let Hesperos out. The stallion walked himself down to the tacking station, not needing instruction from his rider. A servant brought an already saddled bay mare to Prince Taulgri. The prince brushed his hand against the horse’s soft fur and spoke to her as Ara saddled Hesperos. Her horse seemed to eye the other rider warily, which was enough of a warning signal for Ara. She knew to keep her guard around him.

The two of them rode side by side down a lane through the forest behind the castle. The surrounding countryside was worked by the castle staff, so there was no fear of bandits roaming the area. It was quite safe for the couple, however two guards rode their own horses far behind them, giving them privacy.

“What do you wish to speak about?” Ara asked, trying to end the silence that surrounded them.

The prince shrugged, “What do you wish to speak about?”

Ara rolled her eyes. She hated when people turned her questions back onto her. They usually did so in order to gauge where her head was at so that they could say what would most please her.

“You’re the guest. You decide,” she stated.

“Hmm,” the prince thought for a moment. “Well, I suppose we could talk about our future wedding. I’m sure we will both be knees deep in planning soon.”

Ara couldn’t think of something that she wanted to talk about less than that. “I honestly don’t care. You may choose whatever you like for the ceremony, or we will have a planner make all of the arrangements.”

The prince laughed, “I’d expected you’d say as much.”

Ara turned on him, “Did you now? Well, since you know me so well, maybe you can read my mind to find the phrase that I’m directing to you.”

Prince Taulgri had the gall to laugh again, “You’re just as they said.”

This made Ara even angrier, “Am I? And, what pray tell have they said about me?”

“You hate formality. You’re rude but an excellent liar. And, of course, that you’re the most beautiful fae female in existence,” he said this last part as if it were a joke she was in on.

Ara glowered. “You don’t want to know what I’ve heard about you.” She said flatly.

“I’m sure I can imagine,” Prince Taulgri said with a wave of his hand.

Ara wanted to shake him. To make him feel as uncomfortable as she did, so she went on. “Tell me. How many of your lovers exactly have you brutalized and when can I expect the same such treatment?”

Taulgri stopped his horse, surprising Ara. She pulled Hesperos to a halt and turned in her saddle to face him. “Hear me now, Ara. I will never raise a hand to you.”

“You don’t have to touch someone to destroy them,” Ara replied and nudged Hesperos to continue walking.

Prince Taulgri kept his horse a short distance behind her, not continuing their conversation. When they arrived back at the stable, the prince said his goodbyes and they parted ways. Ara wondered if she had pushed him a little too far. She had wanted him to know that she was aware of his history. That she wouldn’t stand for any poor treatment. He wouldn’t dare raise a hand to her, but he may dare to abuse her in other ways.

#faecore #fae #fae fanfic #fanfic blog #fantasy romance #fantasy #romantic #romance

[sqewed0722]

WILDERNESS BRIDE

I first read this book when I was around thirteen or fourteen years old. The school I attended was an old one, so it followed that the library, and most of the books in it, were old. Some book cards showed borrowing dates in the 1950s and 60s and it always gave me a thrill to be among the shelves filled with books, looking for treasures along the way.

This book by Annabel & Edgar Johnson was one of those treasures.

The story is about a 15-year-old Mormon girl named Corey Tremaine, and how she came of age and found love among the travelling caravan of Mormons or Latter-Day Saints in the wilderness, as they made their way from Missouri to Utah.

As was probably the custom in those days among them, girls were betrothed at around that age, and then married once they reach 16. Since her mother had died when she was young and she only lived with her father, he saw fit to put her among their people, even as he himself tried to make a living somewhere else. Since the only way for him to ensure his daughter’s security was to have her betrothed to a fellow believer at the option of their leader and become part of his extended family, Corey was left with no choice but to obey.

She finds herself betrothed to a young Englishman named Ethan, whose mother, Sister Elizabeth, had become one of the wives of their caravan leader. Ethan is as out of place among the Mormons as anyone can be, with his well-bred and genteel ways. Yet Corey finds that she is as out of place among her fellow Mormons as he is, being very independent and strong-willed, and before long they realize they are kindred souls and fall in love.

As they grow closer, Corey discovers the real man behind Ethan’s seemingly quiet and unassuming ways, and finds someone who dreams of becoming a doctor, something that the Mormons frowned upon. She also finds that his character is as strong as her own, and that she shares his misgivings and doubts about the customs and ways of the Mormons, especially about marriage and family.

When their leader discovers that Ethan has been practicing the science of medicine clandestinely, he’s thrown out of the group and his betrothal to Corey is dissolved. She’s betrothed to the leader’s son, a handsome and strong youth who had wanted Corey at the onset, but she refused. Now, she was to become his second wife.

Corey is outraged and realizes that she cannot in good conscience go on living with them. When Ethan’s mother passes away, she runs away from the caravan to search for Ethan. The story ends when she finally finds a young doctor among a group travelling by train. One of the passengers had given birth and when Corey looks in on them, she finds that the young doctor is Ethan and they’re finally reunited.

It’s a simple story and the romance is very muted, since the audience of the book are children. Yet even now, despite having read and seen so many romances where the intimacy is so blatantly depicted, this little novel has never lost its charm for me. I still find myself thrilled when Corey first realizes that she loves Ethan and he tells her he feels the same. I love those little moments between them, even if it’s just of them having a conversation. The feeling I get is very similar to how I feel when I watch some KDramas, where the love is deep but not front and center, yet you feel it when the two main characters are together.

Stories for children and young adults aren’t written this way anymore, and somehow I feel sad about the lost innocence of this age. “Wilderness Bride” brings it all back to me and it will remain among my most favorite novels.

#english fiction #wilderness bride #annabel johnson #mormons #latter day saints #american history #young adults fiction #children’s fiction

[blackdragon-selfships]

Whos met Meg and what are your opinions on her?

(Obviously Aaravos has, so he won’t be answering. You know his opinion by now. lol)

🌒 She is...interesting. She isn’t a Hylian like Light and his reincarnations (Wild and Zelda) even if she looks like one. I wasn’t sure what to think of her at first, but my servant (Light) and her got along so there wasn’t much I could do. I like her more now I know her better. She can be fun to tease for sure.

🐺 I wasn’t too sure about her at first either. She looked like a Hylian, dressed like one too...but she clearly wasn’t one. Midna suggested being cautious...which I agreed on, but it became clear pretty quickly Meg wasn’t a monster in disguise or anything.

(In other words, they warmed up to her and became friends. She’s among the small group (which now include Aaravos, Wild, and Zelda) that knows about Light’s other form and about Midna of course.)

🗡 ...

(It’s a bit complicated...and depends on what story angle I go with. But they are friends at the time of this takeover. So he trusts and likes her, she reminds him of Mipha in some ways...but he likes her more than he likes Aaravos at least even though they seem to get along. He isn’t sure about Aaravos yet, but isn’t sure why.)

📚 Once we got to know each other, we found we had a lot in common. She is a good friend and engaging to talk to, much like her...partner? ...the man with horns, I mean. Aaravos.

#See I’m not sure what you would call him... #since they aren’t married or betrothed but are together. #But you know what I mean... 📚 #f/o takeover: quarantine edition #mischiveous shadow 🌒 (twilight princess midna) #beastly warrior 🐺 (twilight princess link) #adventure buddy 🗡 (botw link) #courageous scholar 📘 (botw zelda)