#the sky matched her dress and sword :)

[tarnussy]

Insolence! You upjumped little Tarnished!

#elden ring #tarnished #liurnia #liurnia of the lakes #eldenringedit #virtual photography #gamingedit #elden bling #fashion souls #tarnussyscr #mine #meet my tarnished #aka Godrick's upjumped lil tarnished as per cut dialogue #she killed for him before and will do so in the future #she killed everyone except him actually as god intended #i need to redo her face a little #the sky matched her dress and sword :)

[my-on-and-off-writingstuff]

Troublemaker | Daemon x reader

Summary: the three times Daemon is harassed by a tiny toddler. 

Warning: Age gap of around 10 years between reader and Daemon. Furthermore, Daemon did not marry Lady Rhea Royce. 

93 AC

At two and ten Daemon Targaryen had escaped his teacher. instead he preferred to spend his day underneath the Weirwood tree. The young prince was laying at the root of the tree with arms underneath his head while sleepily looking up at the sky. Somewhere he can hear one of his teachers call out to him. Without doubt wanting to enrich him with an ancient batter or the doom of old Valyria. Something he had learned about a thousand times. This morning has already been filled with sword fighting and while he rather would have ridden his dragon Caraxes he knew sneaking out the Dragon pit would be almost impossible. God knows what his brother Viserys was doing, and he was not really planning on finding out as his brother was probably going to snitch him to his teacher anyway. 

Something was tugging on his hair and annoyed he hoped his eyes looking around for the culprit that had interrupted his nap. With a frown on his forehead, he looks at the tiny toddler sitting content at his side. Their little plump fingers going through his hair and occasionally give a sharp tug. Other than the two of you the Godwoods is empty. No nursemaid or servant to be found. The little one was babbling content noises. Judging by the snit of her dress the little toddler was not a servant’s babe but a child of one of the noble ladies residing in the keep.  

He tried to ignore the toddler and closed his eyes again. It is not his responsibly to take care of a little girl that what the servants are for. A screech interrupted his rest once again and his eyes quicky found the little one once again. This time you were crawling away from him towards the table underneath the roofed area. The table was covered with a long cloth, hanging of the edge of table almost to the ground, the table was decked with silverware and set for a quick lunch. He knew the curiosity of toddlers and while you had crawled your way there, judging you age he knew you were old enough to be learning how to stand so he made his way towards you quickly. For such a little thing you were quick and had almost reached the table. He carefully scooped you up, but your little fist had managed to grip on to the tablecloth and with Daemons motion of scooping you up you had managed enough force to pull the silverware from the table. 

The silverware was clattering to the ground around Daemons feet, wine, and food clinging to his clothing. He groaned but to your amusement the sound of the silverware and his frustration made you giggle. A soft and innocent sound which Daemon had to admit made his heart melt. “Oh, you are enjoying this, little troublemaker.” His voice made an adorable smile spread on your face and he softly tickled you to make you laugh again. He swung you around back to the tree to sit down and keep you out of harm’s way. 

The sound of the silverware clattering to the ground had attracted maids and other public to see what was happening. As the maids were quickly and quietly cleaning up the mess you had made. A woman came running in. She let out a sign of relief when noticing you. Her color of her hair and eyes matched yours and Daemon was positively that it was your mother. “Oh, my baby.” The woman exclaimed while quickly gathering you into her arms. The little toddler did not seem to like being ripped out of Daemons embrace, who you had considered to be your friend as the toddler started frowning and making grabbing hands towards him. “I am sorry for the trouble she has caused my prince.” The woman apologized quietly while soothing her daughter. Who’s lip was starting to wobble. “Next time do not let her out of someone’s sight as she might not be so lucky.” He scolded the woman, which he recognized as one of the ladies of a noble house who had just arrived at court for the festivities. 

“Of course, my prince, thank you for watching over her.” The lady made a courtesy towards him. Daemon only nodded and walked past the woman with all intention to make haste and find new place to relax but your baby talk made him halt. He turned around towards you and with his index finger lightly fluttered over your little face. “She is a troublemaker that one.” And with that he took his leave. 

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A few weeks later he was walking towards the courtyard to practice some sword fighting when he noticed a presence behind him. He looked over his shoulder and abruptly stopped when he saw you waddling behind him. “Ah the little troublemaker has mastered walking.” He said to the little toddler. Unbeknownst to him the door of the room you and your family was occupying was left open and when seeing him walking past you had seen your chance and followed him. You made grabby hands at him, and he saw that as a sign to pick you up. Content of being in his arms your hand grabbed at his long hair.  

“Och, little one let’s not do that.” He untangled his hair from your little hands but as soon as he freed his hair out of your grip your hands were back into his hair. He simply gave up and continued his way towards the courtyard where the training sessions were held. Along the way ignoring the glances of the people around him. 

His sword fight teacher raised an eyebrow when he saw the young prince come his way with the small toddler in his arms but said nothing. Only looked on in amusement when Daemon carefully sat the toddler down on a bench gave you a wooden dagger to play with, to keep you occupied and distracted. “She is a troublemaker that one.” Was the only thing the prince acknowledged about the toddler before focusing on the training. Somewhere in the middle of the training a maid who had been sent to look for you had taken you away. Which had resulted in your cries echoing across the courtyard displeased with being taken away while you had been playing with the wooden dagger and had been watching Daemon train with wide eyes of amazement. Daemon almost had snatched you out of the hands of the maid when your disagreement with the situation had made itself known. But decided against it as you were not family of him. His eyes followed the form of the maid who quickly carried you away.

___

Two months later he was properly introduced to the little toddler it was the name day of your older brother. His father, Viserys and he had made his way towards the garden where the party was held. His father properly introduced his brother and him to the family, and your mother stumbled over her words as she properly met the prince still aware of the time, he had scolded her for not watching her child.

The royal family had sat down on the provided chairs which were placed around the garden for the parents to be able to socialize and the children to run around and play. As soon as your little eyes had found him you had made your way towards him. Daemon had not noticed you sneaking up on him until you were tugging at his clothes. Your mother tried to distract you but to no avail. “Y/N, baby come here” You had only looked briefly towards your mother before again tugging these times more urgently at his clothes. Daemon looked down at you, the same smile on your little face as when he had first met you and again his heart melted. He picked you up and sat you in his lap. 

From there you had a great view and was watching other kids play around you while also sheepishly eyeing up the cakes standing on the table. Daemon quickly took notice of the cakes when he saw you attempting to crawl on the table. “Ah see your little trouble side is coming out again.” He spoke quietly to you making sure his brother could not jest him about talking to a toddler. You let out an adorable giggle at the sound of his voice and again tried to move closer to the cakes. “You just can not help it, can you?” Daemon kept an arm around your stomach to make sure you did not fall or lose balance before plating one of the cakes onto a plate and putting it in front of you. A little scream came from your mouth as the little cake you had been eyeing was now in front of you. 

Without much hesitation your hands grabbed the cake and brought it to your mouth. You leaned against Daemon with the cake in your hands clearly content with your position. Daemon let out a soft groan because of the crumbs that were falling onto his clothes. Your mother had given up on trying to coax you away from the prince. With a full belly and a comfortable position, you had quickly fallen asleep in Daemons arms. However, every time when your mother would try to lift you out of Daemons arms and give you to one of the maids. You would stir and start whining which ended up with Daemon being annoyed with your mother and telling her you were fine in his arms. He ignored his brother who was trying to stifle his laugh across from him at the table clearly finding it amusing how much his brother was wrapped around the toddler little finger.

In the end Daemon was the one who had carried you back to the castle. Nobody allowed to get you out of his arms. He loved the feeling of that responsibility, caring for you was slowly but surely one of his favorite things. While his brother was jesting that you had imprinted on him like a little baby rabbit. Daemon could only relinquish in the feeling that you had chosen him to do so.

Slowly he placed you in your bed. He brushed your baby hairs before leaving the room without another glance. Missing the little smile that graced your lips even in your sleep.

___

111 AC

Daemon was nervously tugging at the collar of his jacket while looking around the great hall trying to not meet the eye of a single spectator. The great hall was transformed into a magical place where the wedding ceremony was going to take place. Sun light was lighting up the room making the golden and white wand decorations handing from the walls shine. Flowers were wrapped around the columns and the tacitly pleased around the room. You had planned it out to the last detail even the broach on which tied the cape and his jacket together. 

You had gifted it to him last night. It was a golden dragon midflight with its wings stretched out. It was unlike the Targaryen crest, and he had never been gifted something this thoughtful. For its eye was a single ruby. “For the color of Caraxes scales.” You had proudly stated while pinning it to his wedding attire so that it would all be ready for tomorrow. Like he said you had planned everything. Before he could properly thank you, you had all but ran out the room. Screaming back at him that he would have to wait one more night. 

Once again, he roams the space, and his eyes briefly meet your parents. While he practically had to beg your dad for your hand your mother was already wiping her tears away. Your father was a little less pleased as he glared at Daemon with a stoic face. Your father was not a fan of the 10 years age gap, as well reputation of rogue prince. However very much like Daemon you had both of them wrapped around your finger from a verry young age. Every marriage proposal you had rejected in favor of this one. After all you had dreamed about this wedding for ages and what you want you would get even if your dad was not totally aboard with it. As a father he had his concerns and Daemons reputation did not paint him in a favorable light. 

The music starts playing and Daemon shifts his attention to the big heavy doors. The doors are opened by two knights and within seconds you are making you way down the rows of people. You were wearing a heavily decorate golden gown with flowers and little stars on it. The trail of wedding dress is in a long trail behind you, shifting the flowers that mark the path towards the altar on the ground slightly. In your hair is a grand diadem set with rubies and diamonds. Around your neck is a necklace set with stones where part of it drops downs and settles between the valley of your breast. The necklace together with the drop earrings was his engagement gift for you. You had only worn them once before showing them off at their engagement feast before locking them up and saving them for your wedding day. 

 You had almost reached the altar and Daemon reached out his hands to help you up it. You looked like a goddess with the sunlight warming your face and making your dress sparkle. You take his hands in yours and squeeze it to reassure yourself that this is all happening, and it is not just a dream. The maids in charge of the trail delicately place it around you when you stand in front of your soon to be husband before they take a step back. The septon comes forwards and hushes the crowd. You smile nervously at him, as if you had only just noticed the crowd. 

 “Who is giving away the bride?” the septon asks. “I am!” your father voices bellows through the sept. He climbs the stairs of the altar and slowly takes of the beautiful made cloak in your house colors. The cloak is heavily decorated and reaches all the way to the floor. “You sure about this honey, we can still make a run for it.” Your father tries to joke but you see the emotion in his eyes. “Yes father, he is the man I want to marry.” You sneak a glance at Daemon who is tense, clearly having heard the conversation and you father offering you a way out. Your father only nods a response before kissing your forehead and returning to stand next to your mother. 

 “Now who is to claim her?” Daemon reaches out to the servant who is holding his cloak. As he unfurls the cloak the crowd gasps at the sight of the cloak. The cloak was of a black fabric and looked velvety of texture. The dragon was made from red thread but in the light of the sun it seemed to reflect and glimmer. Just as your house cloak this one reached the ground as well. the chain that would hold the cloak around your shoulders was made of gold and the clasp was another dragon quite similar to the broach Daemon was wearing. He now understood why you were persistent on that dragon. 

He stepped closer to you and your usually scent invaded his senses. He smiled at you and carefully wrapped the cloak around you before fasting it. His finger ghosted over the rounding of your breast before he dutifully stepped a step back. keeping the appropriate distance between the two of you. “With the exchange of cloaks, the bride has passed from the protection of her father into her husband’s protection.” The septon declares before moving to take up the wine cup. 

He leads the prayer and blesses the cup before giving it to Daemon. Without breaking eye contact Daemon takes a sip out of the cup. tasting the bitter taste of the wine before swallowing it. He takes the cup to your lips and tentatively tilts it so you can take a sip out of it. “Let this wine be the first of many things they will share between them,” The septon once again declares before taking the cup away. 

 The septon then gestures for the bride and groom to take each other’s hands. “Repeat after me.” Daemon for the first time during the ceremony looks at the septon and from the corner of his eye he sees you doing the same. “With this kiss I pledge my love and take you for my lady and wife.” Daemons eyes are back on yours while he repeats the septon. “With this kiss I pledge my love and take you for my lady and wife.” You feel your cheeks warm at his words and can’t help but look at the way his lips move while speaking his vows. The septon now turns to you. “With this kiss I pledge my love and take you for my lord and husband.” Without hesitation you repeat the words and intuitive take a step forwards. Daemon places his hand up your waist. 

“Then in the power invested in me by the faith of the seven I declare you man and wife as they are one flesh, one heart, one soul now and forever and may they live a long and fruitful live.” Before the septon has even finished his speech Daemon pulls you into his chest. Your hand bracing for the impact lays on his chest. With his free hand he tilts your chin upwards and presses his lips against you. The world around you goes silent, no longer are you hearing the clapping of the invited lords and ladies. Your whole attention and senses are dedicated to the prince in your arms. A prince you can now proudly call yours. You feel his free hand roam its way down to your butt. The Septon clears his throat obviously uncomfortable at the sight of that and reluctant Daemon ends the kiss. “You are stuck with me, little troublemaker.” You smile up at him blissfully still in his warm embrace. “I would not have it any other way.”  

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Part 2

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[prince-kallisto]

Vil, Meleanor, and the Virgin Mary: Crowley’s Obsession

I haven’t seen anyone talk about this, but it’s driving me insane: Vil and Meleanor’s design parallel each other SO MUCH that it’s not even funny. In fact, I think Vil is foreshadowing EVERYTHING about Meleanor’s fate and Crowley’s plans.

I know I’m just coping lol, but I think I finally figured out why Crowley is so obsessed with the Fairest Queen and Pomefiore if he was Levan. Here me out: Vil is the representation of Meleanor.

Vil’s Overblot form is what immediately caught my attention. The way his cape connects to his hands, the night sky on his cape, the corset and the gems. The way the edges of his dress looks like old, torn paper, like history long since forgotten. Not to mention how he has claws like Crowley and is wearing Crowley’s same exact shade of blue. Just…this entire silhouette with the sleeves and crown matches Meleanor more than Malleus’s Overblot does. Strange how both Vil and Meleanor are associated with stars, when Crowley has a lot of star designs on the curtains in his office.

In his dorm uniform, look how the gloves and the lace has a similar design as Meleanor’s. Not to mention how in this vignette, Vil is like a “Queen reborn” with “two knights” at his side. Hm?? Like Meleanor with Lilia and Baul, perhaps?

Something I’ve always found strange is how much Crowley dotes on Vil. In both his history and flight lessons, Vil comments a lot on Crowley when a Special Lesson is triggered. Doesn’t it feel…almost uncomfortable??? Vil feeling “eyes” on him specifically when Crowley is there. And there isn’t clarification if Vil is speaking to Yuu or Crowley, but when he says “I’m just fine,” it makes me wonder if Crowley was asking Vil how he was doing.

This isn’t just limited to the lessons. Although Crowley played a less significant role in Book 5 than I thought he would, doesn’t he sound very affectionate when he says this?? “What I’ve always taken you for”…he holds great pride in Vil and how represents the history and beauty of Pomefiore. Crowley has NEVER shown this much of a bias towards any student before. Only Vil.

I can hear some of you asking: Why in the world would Crowley/Levan care so much about Vil if MALLEUS and DIASOMNIA exists? Here’s the thing: Vil simply represents more of who Meleanor was as an evil, proud princess.

He is proud, he is beautiful, he truly understands the power of his beauty, how to make people submit to him with harsh truths. He has a certain charm and pride in his accomplishments that Malleus doesn’t.

But what REALLY got me was the religious symbolism in Vil’s Overblot form. @pianostarinwonderland made a really amazing post on the resemblances Vil has to the Virgin Mary and the Lady of Sorrows.

The Lady of Sorrows is another “form” of the Virgin Mary- which ironically enough, is depicted with SEVEN swords piercing her HEART. Sometimes she is depicted with only one sword- more on that later. The Virgin Mary is considered to be the holiest of saints- a figure of worship. She is also considered to be the “god-bearer.” Her death is referred to as the Dormition of the Mother of God, Aka the “falling asleep of the god-bearer.”

And back to the swords in her heart, the seven swords represent the Seven Sorrows, but the singular sword represents the Prophecy of Simeon.

The prophecy of Simeon said something like Mary’s child would be the RISE and FALL of many in Israel, and that a sword would pierce through Mary’s heart too, as an allusion to the crucifixion. Because Mary would suffer alongside her son, the one curse of motherhood. Stars are also significant in Christian mythology, like the star of Bethlehem to guide the wise men to the birthplace of Mary’s child. Another significant “star” is the Morning Star, Aka Lucifer. The Morning Star title is based off Venus, whose Greek name means “the light bringer” or “the DAWN bringer.”

If all of these things I’m saying reminds you about the imagery in TWST, I feel like this is purposeful! Lets back up and go over each of these points and how it relates to TWST (I am not religious, so if any of this is inaccurate, please let me know!)

Crowley in the opening seems to worship his “benefactor,” and I’ve been theorizing that it’s Meleanor whose trapped in the Dark Mirror. She is quite literally a figure of worship to him- the holiest of saints. And with Meleanor being the mother of Malleus, who is one of the most powerful mages in the world, doesn’t it sound similar to be a “god-bearer?”

The swords through her heart not only sounds like a connection to Meleanor’s death, but to Maleficent’s too. The sword of truth piercing her heart- but not only that, Vil’s Overblot crown LITERALLY has the design of a singular sword piercing through a heart. Yes, its a representation of the Evil Queen demanding Snow Whites heart, but why is Vil’s design combined with the Virgin Mary of all figures??

I bolded “prophecy” because I think Levan is heavily connected to prophetic powers, but doesn’t this prophecy sound A LOT like Meleanor’s blessing on Malleus? Malleus would be the benevolent star to the Fae, and an evil star to humankind. Like the Star of Bethlehem for the Fae, and the Morning Star for humans…and the Morning Star is heavily connected to the DAWN. Dawn Knight? Silver???

It doesn’t help that Dragon Fae seem to be ostracized by humans for their horns. Maleficent in Sleeping Beauty though, refers to her powers as “powers of Hell,” heavily leaning toward his demon like design.

Meleanor suffered to protect Malleus. She gave him up and fought an entire army to better his chances of survival because she loved him so much. And if Meleanor is trapped in the mirror and will be brought back to “life,” all of this suffering stemmed from the fact she sacrificed herself for Malleus.

SNDJDHSJSJDJD STOP IT TWST WHY DOES THIS ALL FIT TOGETHER SO WELL????? YANAAAAA HELP

But do you see what I mean on how I think Vil is slyly foreshadowing EVERYTHING? Not only that, but look at his Overblot design again. At his waist, there are sharp crystal-looking objects surrounding him. I think these represent broken mirror shards. This, combined with all the coffin imagery at NRC, Epel’s Unique Magic, and Malleus’s making everyone fall asleep like Aurora or Snow White…

Perhaps Meleanor really is trapped in the mirror, put in a death-like sleep…but one day she will be freed, like Aurora or Snow White with the power of true loves kiss. Until then, Vil is the closest representation of her to Crowley. Someone who understands the power of beauty to make others submit, someone to worship.

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[kookblurx]

" I love you " - cloud pov [ oneshot ]

→ SUMMARY: cloud was never good with his words. a guy who appears to be cold towards others but since a few days he seems .. different towards you. its like something is burning on his tounge.

→ GENRE: fluff; awkward; innocent; confession; mutual feelings; golden retriver energy.

→ RATING: 13+

→ NOTE: i know this is something completely different from the things i normally write. normally i only write about jungkook and taehyung but since FF7 came out .. i found my love for Cloud again. So i decided to write a pov about him. maybe more will follow on the future. also please keep in mind that english isnt my mother tounge, thanks. IMPORTANT; The city mentioned never appeared in the games. its my own interpretation! also my gaming povs mostly never matches with the games.

♡.°₊ˎ SONG FOR THIS ONESHOT

your hands were sweaty as you were sitting outside in front of the old house. it wasnt something fancy, just an old block house deep inside the woods which served as some kind of shelter for your little group. The cold evening air blew a few strands of hair into your face. It would be a while before he would come outside to join you. for a short moment you regretted volunteering for this sort of misson, not that it would be difficult. this wasnt the reason why you suddenly became so nervous. You looked up at the darkening sky with your lips pressed together. A few small stars could be seen here and there, so it was a perfect evening to search for a flower which only blooms once a month on a full moon night. The fabric of your light blue dress began to rustle as you moved back and forth on the tree trunk. its been 20 minutes already, what took him that long? you wiped your sweaty hands on your dress once again. If this continues you would have to go back inside to change again. surely tifa would raise an eyebrow, probably asking herself if that was some kind of sheme from you. making sure that "he" will really come with you. he trusted you, so you trusted him, naturally. but still, you were nervous. This would be the first time in months that you've done something alone together. The others accompanied you on every other mission. You loved your friends but sometimes you wished you had more time alone with him. from behind the old wooden door finally opened but you were too nervous to turn around to face him yet.

"are you ready?" his voice was gentle in your ear which why you finally turned around.

the second you did, you cursed yourself for not preparing a bit longer. the man in front of you was none other than Cloud Strife, your best friend, your companion and the men you had a crush on for so many months now. cloud had always been beautiful in your eyes but tonight he looked completely different. his armor was gone, so he only wore his dark turtleneck tank top, matched with a pair of dark pants. your eyes traveled down on his arms as you noticed that he also werent wearing the gloves which he was normally wearing. compared to him you looked like always. even his blonde styled hair looked a bit messy underneath the rising moonlight.

"whats wrong? did you saw a ghost?" raising one of his eyebrows, cloud crossed his arms in front of his chest. "i- uh no! you just look so different ..." "dont be silly and come ..."

without another word he finally started walking ahead. cloud never talked much, not even with you so it wasnt suprising that he didnt paid much attention to your remark. slowly you started to follow him into the woods. the both of you only heard rumours about this special flower. apparently it glows in the dark whenever moonlight hits one of its petals. beside that it didnt had any powers but tifa really wanted to plant one on her garden. at first you thought you could go alone but the second cloud heard that you were going outside at night, alone, he decided to tag along.

fidgeting with your fingers all you could see was his back in front of you. cloud even left his buster sword at home. looking down at his bare hand a slight glimmer of red crawled up your cheeks. there was only one time were you held hands with him and this only happened because of a small accident. it happened on one of the many Shinra ships. cloud was busy fighting off some of the soldiers while you were busy cracking the code to the main gate. It wasn't a difficult task as long as cloud could distract the others, but one soldier didn't seem to fall for it. suddenly someone grabbed your shoulder and pushed you backwards. you landed roughly against the nearest wall. Of course, cloud noticed this and immediately rushed to your side. he grabbed your hand to pull you behind him. the whole time he protected you, he never let go of your hand. so that was the closest you ever got to holding his hand with him. beside that nothing romantic ever happened between the two of you. after a while you came to the conclusion that cloud, probably, doesnt like you like this. in the beginning this perception was hard and you were heartbroken for days. maybe it was too much to ask for, considering how clumsy cloud is and that he doesnt really talk about his feelings.

"everything okay?" you nearly bumped against his chest, not noticing that cloud has stopped in his steps. were you sighing again? did he heard it? you could feel how your cheeks grew hotter with every passing second. in a fast motion you shook your head as cloud took a step into your direction. "are you sure? you were sighing pretty loudly. are you already tired? If yes .. dont worry we are nearly there"

you wanted to answer something but cloud turned around again. expecting to take up his pace you took a step forward but in the next moment something warm slipped into your hand. suprised your eyes darted downward and at the same time your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. cloud held your hand, he really held your hand. slowly your fingers closed around his palm. Whenever you pictured this day in your head, you never imagined that his hand would be so soft. it was like you were holding a fluffy cloud in your palm, carefully not to crush it.

with a slow motion cloud slowly started to walk again. like usual he didnt addressed the thing he just did and you were fine with it. by now you were too busy to calm down your pounding heart inside your chest. slowly cloud pulled you between some green bushes into a clearing. you could imagine that in this meadow many beautiful flowers were blooming, since its been night most of them were sleeping peacefully. As your eyes scanned the meadow, they stopped in a certain place. You immediately let go of cloud hand just so you could run to that spot.

"hey Y/N! whats wrong?" his voice rang in your ear but your eyes didnt left the spot. this was it, this wasnt a dream right?

suddenly you came to a halt and kneeled down on the ground. right in front of you were the glowing flower. it was so beautiful that you didnt even noticed how cloud kneeled down on the ground right beside you.

"its beautiful isnt it ...?" you asked him as your fingertips brushed over the delicate petals "yes ... more than beautiful" "say cloud how should we-"

the moment you turned your head into his direction you noticed that he was looking at you. cloud's face was so close and yet so far at the same time. from this distance you could clearly see his eyes which looked so beautiful to you. some other people were scared of him because of the Mako in them but for you, it was something totally normal. the glow from the flower was illuminating his face and for the first time you were able to see a slightly red shimmer on his cheeks. was he blushing? slowly you lift your hand up just to make sure youre not dreaming. mid air cloud catched your wrist with his own hand just to place it against his cheeks. at the same time your eyes widen feeling his soft warm skin at the back of your hand. what was wrong with him all of a sudden? why was he so affectionate?

"im sorry. i lied to you Y/N" "w-what do you mean ... ?" "tifa didnt wanted that flower. i just ... wanted to show you something beautiful ... and i thought such a flower would be the perfect thing you would enjoy"

you could see the hurt in his eyes, probably thinking you would be mad at him now. shaking your head you turned your hand inside of his palm into an direction so you were able to cup his cheek. how could you have been so blind? yes cloud never talked about his feelings but he always made sure to show them. especially around you he was always considerate, making sure that you felt comfortable on all their journeys.

a small smile appeared on your face "im not mad. thank you for showing me something so .. beautiful cloud."

the moment you pulled away from him to get up again, cloud squeezed your hand more tightly. in the next second your cheek was met with his chest, the soft fabric of his turtleneck shirt carressing your skin.

"cloud ...?" "Y/N I ..."

it was clear to you that he was struggling to find the right words. with a smile on your face you slowly lifted your head up, the red on his cheeks grew heavier with every second he kept looking at you. anxiety crawled up inside of you as his grip loosens around your body, what if he changed his opinion about you? a nervous chuckle escaped your mouth as you wanted to turn your head away but clouds hand on your cheek forced you to look back. there wasnt much time to contemplate what to say because in the next moment his warm lips met yours. at once your whole body felt like jelly as it immediately relaxed inside of his arms. it wasnt a passionate kiss he shared with you, it was a soft and careful kiss. clouds heartbeat hammered against your chest, it was so strong and loud that you could hear and feel it. as you wrapped both of your arms around his body to kiss him back, he slowly broke the kiss. clouds lips were still hovering above yours, just millimeters away. it was a sweet distraction from the words he finally managed to say;

"I love you, YN"

those words were enough, nothing more needed to be said. with a small nod your head moves forward to occupy his lips again. that was everything cloud needed as an an answer. the moon kept shining down on the both of you, wrapping your bodies in blue moonlight. it was like the whole forest approved of your feelings to each other as all the animals went quiet. around the both of you some fireflies took off from the grass into the sky. this moment belonged to you and cloud, no one could take this away from you anymore.

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[kr-han]

HiGH&LOW Random Fun Facts That You May Not Know

Disclaimer: SWORD only and the list is so random, so bear with me.

Cobra loves cupcakes, he probably has sweet tooth.

Cobra styles his hair according to his mood (not like bad or good but more like he's fired up enough or not).

Cobra has A LOT of red clothing. His real name is Hino Junpei (緋野盾兵) and the first character which is 緋 can also be read as aka which means red or scarlet.

He loves Antonio Inoki (a pro-wrestler) so much and make it his whole personality (including his red scarf).

When Cobra is drunk, he would shout, "Inoki-san, genki desuka!?". In MUGEN era, he would do it with Kohaku for the rest of the night.

Cobra admires Kohaku so much because he thinks Kohaku resembles Antonio Inoki.

Cobra has small appetite not even 1/10 of Yamato's. But he eats cupcakes.

Cobra can't draw.

Cobra didn't use sticker on LINE (the messanger).

Cobra and Yamato can't speak English. They're probably the type who'd say, "We're Japanese we don't need English!"

Yamato is afraid of cats. The reason is cat can get long.

Yamato's insult never sounds like one.

Noboru favorite food is sea cucumber. He's sea cucumber maniac.

According to Cobra Noboru type is a girl with glasses.

Dan on the other hand, can draw well. But he can't draw woman.

Rocky is a little clumsy, he forgot small things like key.

Hyuga always sleeps whenever there's no fighting nor something exciting to do.

Murayama loves corndog.

Murayama dislikes sharing his food.

G-SWORD's leaders alcohol tolerance: Cobra is rather low, Rocky is rather high, Murayama prefer to eat than drink (but according to Nakazono, Murayama didn't make any different when he's drinking or not), Hyuga prefer to sleep than anything else, and Smoky can't.

According to Kizzy, Rocky becomes a foolish/idiotic old man when he's drunk. Kizzy also said, "When he's drunk, he got no dignity whatsoever."

Murayama's favorite alcohol beverage is ryokucha-hai (which a combination of green tea and shochu. Might be wrong though, you can search: 緑茶ハイ).

Hyuga's favorite alcohol beverage is shochu.

When Oya part timer go to karaoke, they sing girl idols' songs.

Masaki do all the house chores in Amamiya's households from cleaning up to cooking.

Hiroto's favorite food is curry.

When Hiroto cooks, he only cooks curry.

Takeru is forgetful. Masaki has to remind him all the time. Hiroto? He waits to be petted by his aniki.

Kaito and Kizzy have a couple ring and they use it as necklace.

In HiGH&LOW The Movie, Kaito and Kizzy joined the fight but there's no single footage of them fighting. But they appeared before the fight and after the fight with some bruises.

From End of Sky to Final Mission, Cobra didn't wear his red scarf anymore.

Despite using his red scarf as a personality, Cobra didn't use it to fight beside for his character introduction scene in episode 1.

Ichigo Milk has been inviting Naomi to join them, but Naomi refuses due to Itokan. She wants to take care what's left by her brother.

Naomi can actually beat dudes.

Murayama keeps the strawberry bag from Oshiage and he uses it as a pillow.

Ice gave Sarah a teddy bear (and a necklace).

Ice can cook and according to Mighty Warriors' member, Ice's curry tasted like seafood when he uses zero seafood ingredients. Apparently, it matched the actor's fun fact: Elly's curry always tasted like he put seafood in it even when he's not.

There was once, Seki dressed up in sailor uniform for karaoke. Of course, they sing girl idols' songs.

Toutetsu brothers cook for Hyuga, but he sleeps almost all day long, so Katou needs to wake him up just to eat.

Ukyou cooks better than Sakyou.

Ukyou needs to separate Daruma's income into envelopes and hide them because if not, Hyuga would splurge the income into zero. Hyuga can't manage money.

Lala reads books for the kids in Mumeigai, and they literally have reading time with Lala.

Furuya has truck driver's license.

Murayama durability is top notch and it resemble his given name which is Yoshiki. His full name written like this 村山良樹 and Yoshiki (良樹) is consist of characters that mean good or skilled, and trees or wood. He's a skilled trees or wood, or whatever but that clearly means that his durability is on another level. That's why he could bear the 100 punches challenge and still fight back after that.

Hiroto and Smoky loves cat.

Murayama talked to a cat. (He's cat, but also puppy; whatever he's cute).

Murayama introduced Todoroki to Cobra in person.

Murayama has 4 vans' shoes and a pair of converse. (Haven't count how many jackets he has though, might count it when I rewatch).

At least, Tsukumo has been hit by the car twice. He should avoid getting near cars. No cars near him, please.

White Rascals' outfit are all white and it's hard to keep it clean. The visual line (Shimura, Bito, Aizawa, and Enari) has a hard time because they spend so much money for laundry and cleaning. Little did they know, Rocky actually could paid 80% of their cleaning cost. But Rocky didn't say it to them because he knows that they would be worried about how to pay Rocky back. (Rocky is so sweet). Probably the only guys that use this privilege only Koo and Kaito.

Rocky paid 100% of the girls' laundry and cleaning cost (including Kizzy).

Rocky's surname, Mutsugi, is actually a word play. It's written as 六ツ木 in Japanese. Which the character 六 can be read as mutsu (mu for short) or roku (ro for short) and it means six; ツ is a katakana for tsu and in hiragana it's written like this つ. When tsu is written small in between characters (it's called sokuon) like っ/ッ it purposes is to geminate the next character; and 木 is ki and it means tree. If we put them together and make the tsu as sokuon, we'll get 六ッ木 which read as ろっき in hiragana and ロッキ in katakana (both are rokki) we got his name, Rocky (ロッキー).

Source: rewatching the series and the movies over and over again so I can get into the useful but also useless facts, and the g-sword manga by CLAMP. If you want to read HiGH&LOW g-sword manga by CLAMP you can read HERE for English translation or DI SINI untuk translasi Bahasa Indonesia. Note: Might add more if I find or remember more. Also, I'm sorry there's too much Cobra, can't help though, I love him a little bit too much.

#high&low #high and low #high&low story of sword #mugen #amamiya brothers #sannoh rengokai #sannoh hoodlum squad #white rascals #oya high #oya kou #rude boys #daruma ikka

[deuynndoodles]

[ID: A lineup of the artist's designs for 12 Links. In order of height, from left to right, their nicknames are Tiny, Mask, Sky, Four, Shadow, Sailor, Tracks, Fairy, Glam, Slate, Vet and Rancher.

Tiny (Minish Cap) is 21 and uses he/she. He’s very small and slight. She has a healthy tan, hazel eyes, and wavy, light blonde hair tucked into the classic green windsock hat. He wears the Roc's Cape, a green dress in which the skirt mimics the forest minish’, black leggings, light brown gloves and boots, and a black waist apron. A golden chain strapped to her belt holds kinstones and a charm that resembles Ezlo. He holds up a mallet in his left hand. He has a resting bitch face.

Mask (Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask) is around 12 and uses they/them. They're short and stocky with baby fat still on their cheeks. They have light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and poofy straight blonde hair that goes just past their chin. They wear a Kokiri tunic and boots, a baldric across their chest, a joy pendant and silver earrings. They have the Kokiri sword strapped to their hip and hold the Fierce Deity mask in their left hand, looking off to the side curiously.

Sky (Skyward Sword) is 20 and uses he/him. He's short and stocky, built of healthy fat and muscle. He has light skin, blue eyes, and slightly curly, light brown hair that frames his face and goes to his shoulders. He has a green tunic and gold chainmail, as well as pants, boots and fingerless gloves. His sailcloth is pinned over his right shoulder and his loftwing's feathers are tucked behind his left ear. He has no visible weapons. He has an easy going smile on his face despite being tired.

Four (Four Swords Adventures) is 18 and pronouns match fronter(s). Four is on the thinner and shorter side. Four has light skin, grey eyes, and a short blonde bob pulled back with a dark grey headband. Four wears a white-and-grey four-panel tunic embroidered in gold with the elements and the hilt of the Four Sword. Said blade rests on Four's hip. Four wears a dark grey longsleeve shirt and pants with boots. Four gestures with a hand, looking a bit scandalized and annoyed.

Shadow (Four Swords Adventures) is about 18 and uses he/it. He’s skinny and a bit short. It has light, purplish skin, red eyes, and scruffy purple hair tied in a low ponytail. It has a scar on its left cheek resembling a shattered mirror. He wears a black hood over his black, four-panel tunic, pants and boots, the hood tip flickering with dark magic. It floats with a hand on his hip, the other alight with a dark flame. He smirks, showing off a fang.

Sailor (Wind Waker and Phantom Hourglass) is 17 and uses he/it. He’s lean and short. It has light brown skin, brown eyes, and very short curly, light blonde hair tucked into a green bandana. He wears a cyan tunic with the crayfish of his casual wear, a green sash, russet pants and sandals. The Phantom Sword hangs on its hip and it wears various gold jewelry, including a joy pendant. He brandishes the Wind Waker with a confident grin.

Tracks (Spirit Tracks) is 14 and uses she/they. She's a little chubby and of average height. She has brown skin, dark brown eyes, and a short golden bob that frames her cheeks. They wear an engineer’s uniform, stained with soot and oil, a red bandana tied around her neck, and gloves and boots. Her right sleeve is tied just under the shoulder due to her amputated limb. The Lokomo Sword is on their right hip and a chain of keys hangs from their belt. She adjusts her hat with an easygoing grin.

Fairy (Legend of Zelda 1986 and Adventure of Link) is 18 and uses he/fae and mirror pronouns. He’s skinny and a bit lean. Fae has brown skin with freckles, dark brown eyes and chin-length dark brown curls. Faer bangs are clipped out of faer face with barrettes. He wears a short, dark green poncho with 3 rounded points, the back two mimicking fairy wings. Underneath, he wears a green tunic, an orangish-brown longsleeve shirt, and brown shorts and gloves. Fae goes barefoot, faer legs exposed with several bandages and scars on them. The Magic Sword and an empty potion bottle hang from his hips.

Glam (A Link Between Worlds and Triforce Heroes) is 22 and uses he/him. He's fat with some muscle. He has light brown skin with vitiligo and stretchmarks, red eyes and short, curly blonde hair with brown roots, going just past his chin. He wears a long, pastel green dress under a brown and pink apron stained with paint. He wears simple boots and Ravio’s bracelet. He holds the skirt of his dress with his right hand and smiles.

Slate (Breath of the Wild) is 20 and defaults to they/them and is also genderfluid. They're quite skinny and lean, favoring speed over strength. They have light skin with lots of visible scarring, cyan eyes, and long, choppy, dirty blonde hair in a braid that reaches their waist. They wear the champion's tunic, a hylian hood, pants boots and fingerless gloves, and the Sheikah Slate on their hip. They rest their hand on their other hip and give a closed-eyed smile.

Vet (A Link to the Past, Oracle of Ages/Seasons, and Link’s Awakening) is 24 and uses she/her. She's a bit skinny, taller than most of the others, with plenty of muscle hidden by baggy clothing. She has warm light skin, purple eyes, and a short pink bob with sidelocks that touch her collarbone. She wears a long green dress, pegasus boots, a brown longsleeve undershirt, and a purple scarf. She has a messenger’s bag over her shoulder, the tempered sword on her hip, the pendants of virtue on a necklace, and various gold jewelry. A decorated cane hangs on her back for when she needs help walking. She has a hand on her bag, looking over her shoulder with a flat face.

Rancher (Twilight Princess) is 19 and uses he/him. He's tall and has very strong arms. He has light brown skin, hazel eyes, and reddish-brown hair that's shorter in the back. He wears an altered version of the ranching outfit, with the green sleeve removed, pants traded for a skirt, and sandals traded for sturdy boots. He has no visible weapons. He looks a bit rugged, with several visible scars (thanks to exposing clothing) and sharp teeth, but is fairly welcoming and friendly in demeanor. He has a hand on his hip and a piece of barley in his mouth. End ID]

updated links meet au!! i didn't touch it at all in the past year but i wanted to start making stuff for it. unfortunately the old stuff was a bit outdated so i updated them

for a long list of personal hcs canon to the au, hit the cut!

Tiny

agender, likes girls (in a relationship with zelda)

talks aloud

was 12 during minish cap, which took about a week

stopped growing at age 12 (during her adventure) due to transformation side effects

resting bitch face and flat effect. tends to come off as apathetic but he cares A Lot

a large part of her magical ability comes from minish magic (transformation side effects)

when he shrinks, he becomes a minish (transformation side effects). this is not what usually happens but he used the portals enough that it did happen

his mallet is charmed to change sizes from something he can use in the forge to a weapon to bludgeon monsters with

has surpassed her grandfather as royal smith

incredibly wary of dark/black magic

Mask

enby and pan (currently has a crush on malon)

signs

was 10-17 for ocarina of time, and got yeeted right back in time to when it started post oot. maybe 6 months later, they set out in search of navi (majora's mask). hyrule warriors also happened about a half year later

common pattern is they get plopped back where they were before the adventure

they aren't very sure of their age and tend to age slide due to this—when asked, they go by physical age (this is why they are roughly 12)

skittish about forming relationships because they fear they'll be forgotten again. they try to act like a little brat to ward people away (surprise: it doesn't work)

as they chill out, they're less hostile but they're still a trickster

transformation side effects really freak them out + they'll try to “fix” it

has an incredible internal clock

Sky

trans and bi, in a polycule with groose and zelda

talks aloud

17 during skyward sword, which took about 10 months

his crimson loftwing isn't “special” bc that's kinda silly (to me). her name is epona

“i miss my bird, tails. i miss her a lot”

refuses to carry a sword around because wielding anything but fi feels strange. he is still the best at swordplay out of all of them, even if he's a bit rusty

the mom friend—but not overbearing, more like he'll fight someone to the death if they hurt his family

nerve damage in his right hand from catching lightning. tremors, pins and needles, etc. doesn't shake when holding a sword, oddly enough

chronic fatigue, narcoleptic

Four

all four speak aloud

16 for four swords adventures, took a little under a year. four and zelda revive shadow when they're 18

four is plural and is not usually in the same body, four does it sometimes for masking purposes (four's not too great at it)

the fronter wears their elemental charm

red (any pronouns, genderqueer, likes girls) is energetic and mischievous. he has the best emotional intelligence of the four. situational arsonist. likes to cook and bake. volunteers at lonlon ranch and dates malon

green (he/him, agender, likes boys) is good at taking charge within the group and is good at management, but sucks when it comes to interpersonal conflict and gets self conscious. he's very aware of his strengths and flaws, and acts accordingly. likes to carve wood, train, and ride epona

blue (she/her, trans girl, lesbian) is headstrong and knows her strengths. she likes to joke and tease but sometimes can go a bit too far. likes to sew, train and spar. dating erune

vio (they/them, nonbinary, greyaroace) is stubborn and dislikes not getting their way. they like to plan and come up with ideas or experiments, which are either great or horrible, no inbetween. they like to read and tend to plants.

Shadow

gendervoid, greyaro pansexual (in a qpr with zelda)

talks aloud

age is a bit questionable. are you 18 if you were mirrored from someone who was physically 16, then you died when you both were 17 and got revived? who knows

recently revived from the dark mirror! he's more or less a hylian now, but with dark magic. not as powerful as during fsa

is really, really close to his links and/or four. they tend to sleep in a dogpile

wears a cloak to protect itself from the sun

usually hostile and assumes the worst of people. conversely, gets attached very easily to people who show it kindness

Sailor

agender, aroace (considering a relationship with tetra)

will cycle between speaking aloud and signing

12 for wind waker which took a little over a year, 15 for phantom hourglass, hyrule warriors hasn't occurred yet

loves to entertain children with dramatized tales of his adventures

still carries aryll's telescope as a good luck charm

loves to brag about how cool its sister is

recycled the hero's tunic into a sash and bandana so it'd actually wear it

replaced the center gem of the joy pendant with a pirate stone! likes to lend stones out when they separate into groups

congenital hard of hearing. was shy as a kid, especially due to widespread sign language being lost with the great flood, but eventually learned how to sign and speak aloud. very good at lipreading. now will never shut up. likes to talk loudly and hear his own voice

Tracks

demigirl, lesbian (dating zelda)

signs. it takes a bit longer because some signs are unavailable

was 12 for spirit tracks, took half a year

enjoys coming up with outlandish tales on how they lost their arm

generally pretty open and friendly, except for when they're tired or pissed off by someone

sees ghosts

Fairy

agender, aroace

signs

was 12 for legend of zelda 1986, which took a year and a couple months, and 16 for adventure of link which took a year

has some fairy blood, when he left calatia at age 10 fairies helped guide him and taught him a bit about magic

shy sweetheart at first, but when fae opens up to you fae likes to play minor pranks and jokes (he, sailor and mask like to team up on pranks)

very good at foraging and other various wildlife skills, yet gets lost even with a map in front of him

Glam

trans and gay (currently single)

tends to speak aloud, signs when exhausted

was 17 for link between worlds, which took a year, and 19 for triforce heroes, which took half a year

is a blacksmith. does everyday supplies like nails, tools, utensils, etc, but can also craft weapons if necessary. forges all his own weapons

he and tiny compare blacksmithing techniques

paints and does art in his off time. it was originally a coping mechanism he, zelda, and the sages attempted, but he ended up really enjoying it and continued afterwards

the stereotypical camp gay. likes ‘feminine’ things like makeup, fashion and skirts

lives with ravio + is married to him for tax benefits/citizenship reasons. they're gay but not for each other

Slate

genderfluid, pan (defaults to they/them, in a qpr with zelda)

signs, uses the slate as augmentative/alternative communication when necessary

was (1)17 for botw, which took over a year and a half

likes to talk about their amazing friends

had plenty of time to confront their trauma and is proud of their land and people for returning after the calamity

knows every nook and cranny of their era's hyrule

doesn't know the difference between edible and poisonous. still manages to make delicious food that no one throws up later

totk is semi-canon, as in a lot of the setup is established, but the actual game events haven't occurred

Vet

trans, lesbian (grieving marin)

usually signs unless she has something to say and nobody's listening to her

kinda bitter due to grief, doesn't talk much unless she's being a know-it-all

hoarder. has lots of duplicate items or items with the most ridiculous purposes

wears marin's necklace under her tunic

as she deals with her trauma, she becomes more animated and sweet. it's not just marin she has to work through, though

also, marin is from the adult timeline just after the great flood and believes link has died. oops!

Rancher

trans, straight

speaks aloud

was 17 for twilight princess, which took a year and a half

still a bit hung up on midna leaving

closeted emo

trying really, really hard to fit into his lifestyle pre-adventure but is failing

knows he looks threatening so he tries to tone it down. it doesn't work all the time, especially when he gets angry

initially hated to leave ordon again, but he finally feels good again so he's conflicted

midna taught him her twili abilities towards the end because she knew she'd have to leave. he's still pretty good at them

sharp teeth and sharp nails (transformation side effects)

note about hyrule warriors: due to its status as not canon in the timeline but the appeal of time shenanigans, i've decided it has a tenuous place in the timeline. it's schrodinger's cat—it happened and a lot of the people involved in the war remember it, but it caused a time paradox, it's not written in the history books, and most peoples' memory of it was erased. hyrule warriors link will not be showing up but he may be mentioned at times.

#doodles #dey's links meet au #dlm #legend of zelda #loz #tiny dlm #mask dlm #sky dlm #four dlm #shadow dlm #sailor dlm #tracks dlm #fairy dlm #glam dlm #slate dlm #vet dlm #rancher dlm #long post #1/27/24 #i wrote such a long id lol oops #note: mask's baldric is backwards #i mirrored them when i realized their sword was on the wrong hip and didn't fix the baldric

[the-fiction-witch]

The Dark & The Dawn P2

Media House of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon Targaryen X Celestia Dayne [OC] (Reader Dayne with dark hair and purple eyes)

Rating Sweet

Part One

Reader - Celestia Dayne (Dark hair, Violet eyes) 

They walked the gardens with arms liked, they passed the tall hedges, and dragon statues that litter the impressive gardens of the red keep. Daemon was the first to break the silence between them both. 

"Celestia of House Dayne," He chuckled, 

"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen," she snapped back at him,

"I never imagined myself being married to a Dornish girl," 

"Stranger things have happened in this dynasty of yours,"

"... I suppose," He chuckled, "You and your family seem to really lean into the aesthetic,"

"Excuse me?"

"Forgive me, I mean no offence. But... Celestia? The star-embroidered dress? your castle is even called Starfall,"

She raised an eyebrow at his words and once again snapped back at him, "Daemon? Dragonstone? The scales on your doublet and the silver dragon clips on your bliaut? One could say you too lean into the aesthetic?" 

He chuckled, "I suppose you're right, perhaps once we are married we can combine them?"

She laughed, "Perhaps we shall make a new sigil? A dragon on a star-filled sky, a dragon made of stars,"

"Quiet a sight I should think," he laughed leading them both to sit on a stone bench, 

"It would, So... it is true we are to be married?"

"It is, politicking but we are to marry," he nodded,

"I see, may I ask about the blade you carry?" She asked glancing at his sheath, 

He smirked and raised an eyebrow, "That interests you?"

"It does," she nodded,

He smiled smugly and pulled out his sword,

The Sword Dark Sister lays in his hands the long thin blade of dark Valyrian steel almost sucks light away with its darkness,

He held the sword in his hands showing it to her almost ceremoniously as he was admittedly giddy to have a lady be interested in such a thing, "This is Dark Sister, Valyrian steel longsword ancestral to house Targaryen,"

"May I?" She asked offering her hands,

He smirked more but gently passed it to her allowing her to hold it, she held the sword with two hands one under the blade and one under the pummel Celestia felt the weight of it in her hands and looked over the intricate details of the blade of dark steel, this caused Daemon a wider smile to see her so interested and to see she knew the correct ways and didn't immediately do something foolish, 

"Would you tell me about it?" She looked up at him her purple eyes glimmering, 

"Of course," He nodded, "Dark sister has been a relic of house Targaryen since even before Aegon's conquest of Westeros," He explained, "It was favoured greatly by Queen Visenya, during the Dornish war she slew assassins in defence of Aegon and herself, it was even with Dark Sister in hand Queen Visenya cut the cheek of King Aegon to prove the ineffectiveness of his protectors thus establishing the Kingsguard,"

"Impressive," she smiled tossing the sword in her hands,

"Visenya bestowed the sword to her son Maegor but he merely hung it upon the wall of Dragonstone,"

"A shame for such a blade to be a mere decoration,"

"It is indeed, but it wasn't for too long once Visenya died Queen Alyssa Velaryon fled with her children and her son Jaehaerys took Dark sister with him and he carried the sword as he announced his claim and even onto the throne with him." he explained, "Baelon the brave my father, took Dark Sister and wield the sword in vengeance for his brother but when he passed Jaehaerys passed the sword to me." He explained,

"You must hold great love for the blade then?" 

"I do," he nodded, "I have held Dark sister in hand most of my life, I have won countless tourneys, took part in countless hunts, and even used it to end the war for the stepstones. though I know not nearly enough has been done as of yet to live up to this blade history,"

"But you are still young," she said, "Still time to give the sword time with you matching of its grand life prior to your hand," she smiled offering it back,

He nodded and took the sword back returning it to his hip, "May I ask? What is the blade you carry?"

Celestia smiled widely and pulled out her own sword, 

The Sword Dawn lays in her hand, with a blade as pale as milk glass seeming to glimmer and sparkle, almost as if it created light from it as if a radiant star. 

"This is Dawn, the ancestral greatsword of House Dayne,"

"May I?"

"You may," she nodded handing it to him,

He took it and checked it over much as she did to dark sister, Daemon was surprised at how light the sword was for a greatsword but found it as sharp as Valyrian steel, "Would you tell me about it?"

"I'd be delighted," she smiled, "As per Legend Dawn was forged from the heart of the star that fell to the earth on Starfall, made from the star's very soul by blacksmiths with magic lost to time. It had passed through many great hands but I admit it doesn't hold a history like Dark Sister, Dawn does not pass from heir to heir only a knight of house Dayne who is deemed worthy may have the honour to wield Dawn until his death." 

"And you carry it today? in ceremony for our wedding?"

"No," Celestia smiled, "I am Dawn's first female holder in our history,"

"I thought you had to be a knight?"

"You do, my brother knighted me as a joke when we were young but when my grandfather died and the sword became free I challenged my right as a Knighted Dayne for my chance to Weild the sword," she explained, "As I need not explain. I was successful." 

"You beat out all other knights to be worthy enough to hold Dawn?"

"I did, I beat sixteen other knights and I believe my prize was worth it a thousand times over," 

"I tend to agree," Daemon nodded returning the sword to her, "I rather look forward to my duties,"

"Do you?" She smirked at him as she returned the sword to its sheath, 

"I do, to think Our child could one day hold claim to both Dark Sister and Dawn, Now that would be a man to fear." 

"Or Woman." she snapped back, 

"Or woman," he nodded taking her hand and kissing it, 

#matt smith x reader #mattsmith #matt smith #daemon targeryen #hotd daemon #daemon x reader #daemon #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryan #daemon x y/n #daemon targeryen x reader #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd #house targaryen #house of the dragon #houseofthedragon

[impossiblescissorspeachpaper]

The Heart of a Wanderer VI

Jealousy is a Curse

Read the previous chapter here.

4.1k words. Azriel POV. Language, adult themes.

Azriel paced the foyer of the river manor whilst waiting for Elain to emerge from her rooms before heading off on their mission. He was ready to go, dressed in his Illyrian armour, the metallic scales polished to within an inch of their life. Truth Teller was strapped securely to his thigh, and he had sheathed his Illyrian sword down his spine too, lest anyone get any ideas as he and Elain made their way to the Day Court.

They would be able to winnow to just outside the wards of the capital city of Day— the Central Palace about a thirty-minute journey from there— and then fly in the rest of the way as a courtesy to Helion. Usually, High Lords did not permit outsiders to winnow directly into their palaces or places of residence. So, he was going to take all necessary precautions, particularly with Elain in his care.

Before Azriel had heard her footsteps descending the staircase into the foyer, her melodious voice alerted him to her arrival, the few shadows that had lingered about his shoulders skittering back at the sweet sound.

“Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t find the dress I wanted to wear. I bought it in Day the last time I was there, and I couldn’t remember where I had put it, but its more suitable to their climate in comparison to anything else I have and— is that what you’re wearing?” Elain had halted halfway down the stairs as she interrupted her own sentence, having finally glanced up and taken him all in where he stood several steps below her.

Azriel had to tear his eyes away from her at her sudden question and look down at himself in confusion. Had he forgot to put on pants? Was he missing a chest plate? A quick glance told him his armour was in working order and his pants were definitely on. No one needed another eyeful of his naked fucking ass.

Elain however looked resplendent. He had never seen her in such a dress before, and yet it still felt like her. Her gown was a soft ivory at the top, gradually bleeding into shades of sky blue and then deeper sapphire as it neared the floor. It was long, a small train of fabric trailing behind her, but a high split travelled all the way up her left thigh, almost exposing her hip bone that jutted out lusciously as she walked. Ribbons of delicate fabric wrapped across her torso, hugging her breasts and waist deliciously, crisscrossing in a way that made his mouth water as he thought about slowly unravelling that mass of crepe, exposing inch by inch of her smooth delectable skin. She wore matching gold cuffs around her exposed, slender biceps, veils of the lightest chiffon attached to the back of them that trailed behind her wistfully, as if floating on a phantom wind. He couldn’t help but think they looked like wings.

Elain looked like a Cauldron-damned angel and his mouth had dried up just staring up at her. He could tell it was Day Court fashion, and yet she had made it so unquestioningly Elain. He couldn’t help but stare in awe. Not just in admiration of her undeniable physical beauty, but also in utter marvel at the way Elain was able to fit in so effortlessly almost anywhere. Like a shadow slowly bleeding into the darkness, Elain seemed to seamlessly blend into any surrounding that was required of her.

He also had never seen quite so much of her skin on display.

Is this what she had worn whilst in the Day Court on her travels? Had others been privy to seeing her this exposed? An oily feeling slithered its way into the pit of Azriel’s stomach. It felt oddly similar to jealousy. He tried not to scowl at the thought of other males’ gazes lingering on all her dips and curves, lusting after her attention.

Remembering Elain had asked him a question, he tore his eyes off the swell of her hips and schooled his face back into one of indifference. He hoped she hadn’t noticed his jaw had basically been hanging open.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Azriel threw back his shoulders and stood with his feet apart, his wings splayed slightly behind him.

As she descended the final few steps, she gave him one more once over, her chocolate brown eyes travelling down and back up his form before landing resolutely on his face. He thought he spotted a glimmer of appreciation in her gaze. He beamed internally, a glimmer of male pride rearing its cocky head. Her view couldn’t be all that bad, then.

“The Day Court days are always rather warm; won’t you feel uncomfortable in all that leather and armour? Also, we’re not going into battle,” she teased with a delicately hitched eyebrow.

Ah. She was questioning his attire, poking fun at his seriousness, and yet something within him preened. He tried to control his idiotic thoughts, the ones that suggested Elain wanted to see more of his skin, that male pride so nauseatingly pleased with itself that he couldn’t help but flare his wings further. Reign it in you bastard, she’s concerned about the weather, not getting an eyeful of your chest.

“I’m used to it. Plus, this armour is for your protection as much as it is for mine,” he answered simply, after clearing his throat and pushing those self-indulgent thoughts from his mind. It wasn’t his first time venturing into Helion’s territory, and certainly wouldn’t be his last.

“Are you anticipating an ambush?” she asked earnestly, staring up at him with those big doe eyes that threatened to send him careening to his knees.

“I like to be prepared, in any case.”

Elain merely shrugged as she approached him, gathering her skirts in one hand and holding out the other to wrap around his neck as he bent to carry her.

“Suit yourself. Just try not to mess up my hair, please,” she replied with a small grin.

Her hair did look lovely, left loose and cascading down her exposed back. Twin gold pins shaped liked serpents held back the hair off her face and he noticed the eyes of the snakes were bejewelled with small sapphires. He liked them.

Hoisting her effortlessly into his arms, he waited until Elain had adjusted her skirts around her legs before he glanced down at her, held aloft in his embrace. They’d winnowed and flown like this many times before— her arm draped around his neck, fingers absently brushing the sensitive skin of his nape, her supple curves pressed against his chest and torso— but it never failed to make his skin hot, make it feel like it was stretched too tight over his bones. She was always just herself, but she never failed to make his breath catch, to force his mind to go wandering…

“I’ll do my best,” he supplemented with a small smile, secretly pleased that the ease between them had started to settle back in. He longed for the days before that Solstice, before he had ruined everything. Before he lost her.

There was hope yet.

~

Azriel winnowed them to the edge of the glittering capital, the many parapets of the city’s libraries dissecting the crisp blue skies above the Day Court. He hadn’t bothered to land, simply appearing mid-air about a thirty-minute flight from Helion’s residence where he held court and trusting his wings to catch the current and carry them the remainder of the way.

The city was set amongst the mountainous elevations on the east coast of the territory, white waterfalls splashing into winding rivers so turquoise they looked like glittering jewels from this height. Grand, bleached, limestone buildings held up by mighty white and gold trimmed columns dotted the mountainside, and the winding stoned streets of the massive city bustled with Day’s occupants.

“I never got to fly in from the north over Helion’s Court. It’s so beautiful,” Elain mused, leaning over his arm as she peered down over their flight path.

“Very beautiful,” Azriel conceded, not taking his eyes off the side of Elain’s face.

Glancing back toward him, Elain noticed his gaze on her and blushed, dipping her eyes demurely to her lap. Seemingly steeling herself, Elain peered into his face again, her bottom lip warrying between her teeth. If he hadn’t been carrying her he would have pulled that lip from her bite with his thumb, feeling the plushness of it, perhaps pressing his own lips to it, tasting her sweet mouth…

“I want to apologise,” Elain started somewhat trepidatiously.

Elain’s unexpected statement knocked him from his torrid fantasies. Did she say she wanted to apologise? To him? Azriel couldn’t think why.

His eyes darted to her open face. “Apologise for what, Elain?”

She blushed; the apples of her cheeks dusted a soft pink he couldn’t help but admire. She bit her lip again and it took every ounce of his strength to tear his eyes away from her lush mouth.

“For the other week. The other morning. When I came back home, and I intruded on your…private time.”

Oh. That. When Elain had winnowed right into his bath, which wouldn’t have been so bad if their entire family hadn’t then come barrelling in one by one, following the sound of chaos only the members of the Court of Dreams could appreciate.

Azriel had never minded his nakedness, not really. After years of training under brutal Illyrian warlords, too many rotations in war camps, and even their yearly tradition of a session in the birchen following the snowball fight with his brothers, there really was no time for bashfulness when it came to his form. Illyrians were trained for combat in any climate, from the freezing temperatures of Winter to the arid heat of Summer.

Their training had included stripping them down to their skin and marching the legions across blisteringly hot desert plains to endure the harsh sun burning their backs. It included shedding them of their combat boots and armour to climatize to the freezing conditions of blizzards and glaciers. Being naked was not a daunting concept to an Illyrian. But for all his fantasies, he had never pictured the first time that Elain would see him naked to be closely followed by her two sisters seeing his bare fucking ass minutes later. Or for Nesta and Feyre to see it ever, for that matter.

He had also prayed to the Mother, or whatever unfortunate deity that was assigned to watch over him, that no one noticed the scent of the jasmine oils he had added to his bath. That no one would make the connection of why he used those particular oils— that particular scent— every morning for months. The only silver lining of Elain winnowing in when she did was that had she appeared even minutes later he was sure she would have seen him in a much more compromising position.

She had been plaguing his thoughts all night as he had tossed and turned, struggling to sleep. In fact, she plagued his thoughts most nights. And try as he might to fight off the allure of her intoxicating appeal, his resolve was thoroughly unravelled come the morning. He was certain that if he had been left alone for a few moments longer— her scent wafting around him deliciously— he would have said to hell with it and succumbed to his basest desires to fist his cock with her image in his mind and her name on his lips.

But sensing Elain’s nervousness in this moment Azriel let loose a small chuckle, his lip quirking up at the corner to ease her concerns. “No harm done, there is no need for an apology.”

“Yes, there is. I… I should not have appeared there unannounced,” she responded somewhat stiffly, clearly needing to air her regrets of the situation.

Azriel smirked, a sly thing that had his eyes lighting up with glee. “So, are you saying that had you first announced yourself, you would have felt better about appearing in my bathtub at that very moment?”

Elain’s face snapped to his, her mouth open in a small O, her lips parted as she floundered for the words to say. She squirmed in his arms. She was flustered. It only made his smirk grow.

“No! I just mean, it was intrusive and an accident. And I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Azriel just let his smile stretch further across his face, he wasn’t this open or playful with many people, but Elain seemed to draw it out of him so easily. She was so easy to work up, laugh with. He couldn’t help it.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable. Although I would have preferred if everyone else hadn’t barged in afterwards,” he muttered.

It was Elain’s turn to grin, a feline smile blooming across her full lips. “But you didn’t mind me barging in? Interesting…” she teased.

“Well, truth be told, it was hard to be cross with you in that moment. You looked like a fawn stumbling, taking its first steps. The way you were rooted there, staring and gaping,” he countered dryly, his lips still quirked up at the corner.

Elain’s face twisted into one of indignation. “I was not gaping!”

“Ah, so you were staring.”

“You’re impossible. I didn’t look at it- at you! I didn’t look at you,” she corrected before groaning and burying her flaming cheeks in her palms.

Azriel laughed as Elain’s hand came up and swatted at his chest in exasperation, her mouth quaking in an effort to suppress the smile he knew she so desperately was trying to not let free.

He silently cursed his armour for suppressing the touch of her hand upon his skin, but he kept up the steady beat of his wings as Helion’s palace drew closer and closer.

~

“Lady Elain, my sweet friend. Welcome back to Persepolis. It seems like only yesterday you were here gracing our halls, entrenching yourself in all its delights,” Helion regaled, a wide grin spread across his handsome face.

“High Lord,” Elain responded with a demure smile, adding a small curtsey as the male in question approached.

“None of that, Lady. As I’ve told you before, Helion. There are no formalities amongst friends.”

“Perhaps so, but this time I visit on official court business, Helion,” Elain responded, indicating with a wave toward him at her back, reminding the High Lord of his presence.

Helion’s amber eyes flashed with mirth as they glanced at him over Elain’s head, seemingly unperturbed by the dark shadow he threw over the scene.

“The feared Shadowsinger is seldom forgotten, dear Elain,” he murmured conspirationally before turning towards him. “How fares my favourite Illyrian warrior?”

Azriel snorted. “Don’t let Cassian hear you say that. His ego may never recover.”

Helion threw his head back and laughed, a deep rough melody ricocheting off the ivory stone pillars of the great hall they were welcomed within.

“He is rather egotistical, isn’t he,” Helion mused.

“He can definitely give you a run for your money.”

Again, Helion’s laugh boomed across the hall, clapping his shoulder in a firm grip.

“You’re lucky my courtiers aren’t around to hear the cruel way you speak to me, Azriel. It may incite their own insolence,” he jested.

Azriel just threw him a crooked smirk, knowing Helion was anything but proper and stuffy. His shadows had also told him the fae that currently scuttered in and out of the great hall were far too busy with their own business to be eavesdropping on theirs, for now.

“You must need some rest, Leto with show you to your rooms,” Helion continued, looking around the great hall for his most trusted aide.

Elain bowed her head graciously before squaring her shoulders and addressing Helion once more.

“Thank you Helion, you are always so courteous toward me. But I do have one request, and it is a matter of urgency. I seek your council at your soonest behest, if you please. It is of utmost importance. Rhysand has sent us to discuss a pressing matter in his steed.”

“Why of course, Lady. Settle into your rooms and I can meet you in an hour, Selene will be up to fetch you both and bring you to my private office.”

Azriel watched her breathe a sigh of relief. Reaching out to grasp Helion’s large golden hand in her own small alabaster one, Azriel couldn’t help but be amazed at her boldness. It wasn’t just anyone that had the nerve to reach out and touch a High Lord.

“Thank you, Helion. Truly,” she implored, clasping his hand in two of hers.

Just then a slightly younger fae came strutting across the great marble hall, his white robes billowing about his muscled legs, the rich olive skin of his chest and arms gleaming as he made a beeline for them. Azriel sensed Elain stiffen beside him, the apples of her cheeks flaming.

“Ah, here he is. Leto, please show our guests to their rooms. Elain, Azriel, Leto will be at your full disposal for the length of your stay,” he gestured as the handsome fae male approached.

Without another word Helion turned and went back to his duties, but not before throwing a knowing grin toward them both.

Elain’s blush deepened as Leto bowed his head. She seemed to have stopped breathing, her eyes glued to his as he bowed, his mouth descending. Reaching for Elain’s hand and bringing it to his mouth, Leto pressed his lips softly to the back of it. The Day Court males’ eyes, in turn, didn’t leave hers. A glint of heady desire glimmered in Leto’s pale green eyes, and Azriel felt as if he was intruding on a deeply intimate moment. He fucking hated it. He was sure his face looked almost murderous, but Leto paid him almost no mind, as if completely entranced by Elain. He couldn’t blame him.

“Lady Elain, it is so lovely to see you again,” Leto purred, rising once more to his full height. Azriel noticed he was a few inches shorter than him, but the male still towered over Elain.

Elain seemed to not know where to look, her wide doe eyes bouncing from himself and back to the Day Court male. Azriel was overcome with the urge to punch Leto in his stupidly handsome face. He was almost certain there was something between them, or there had been. He racked his brain trying to remember how long Elain had spent here on her travels, if Feyre or Nesta had mentioned anything. But he had been stubbornly trying not to pry.

Serves him fucking right. Now this male was here, making Elain blush, wrapping her small palm around his forearm as he led her to their rooms. Azriel could do nothing but trail behind them pathetically, staring daggers into the back of the male’s head, imagining how many ways he could break the arm that dared to touch Elain Archeron.

~

It had been twenty minutes since Leto had showed them to their rooms; separate but side by side and connected by an internal door. The rooms were large, light and lofty. Adorned with a grand canopy bed and plush white sheets, the gauzy curtains fluttered in front of the floor to ceiling windows that opened to a narrow balcony.  The rooms were ostentatiously decorated and Azriel expected nothing less of Helion’s palace.

Having removed his Illyrian sword and splashing his face with water in the adjoining bathroom, Azriel heard a knock on the door that connected directly to Elain’s room. Sending a shadow to open it, he dried his face on a fluffy white towel with golden thread and meandered back to his room to meet her.

“I thought we should go over how to address Helion,” Elain begun, striding in, still wearing that devastating sapphire dress, her creamy thigh peeking out with every step she took.

“Sure.”

His answer was clipped but she barely seemed to realise, clearly distracted with the task at hand. Azriel knew he was being pissy, unjustly bothered, but he couldn’t help his sour mood. The insidious thoughts had wormed their way in, and it was proving near impossible to cast them aside.

Taking a seat on the edge of his bed he let his wings drape behind him lazily, his palms resting in the soft covers as he leaned back.

Elain had removed her sandals, pacing barefoot on the intricately designed rug that cushioned the floor before him. She prattled on and on, devising a plan and turning over each point, but despite his efforts to concentrate, Azriel was losing track of the conversation as his mind wandered further and further away from the point of rationality.

What had happened between the two of them? He didn’t need his shadows to discern Leto was interested in Elain, and perhaps she in him. She didn’t often give males her attention. In fact, he had never seen her even blush in front of another male before. Certainly not her mate, nor any other preening high fae that had turned their attentions on her. Before today, he had only ever seen her express any remote interest in…him. Or so he thought.

Jealousy coiled in his gut like a cunning serpent, bidding its time, watching from the shadowy depths until it was ready to strike. But it swelled and swelled, ensuring his mind grew foggy with nothing but the image on those broad olive hands running over Elain’s smooth alabaster skin, lips that weren’t his caressing the delicious flesh of her elegant throat. He glowered at the floor, not realising his shadows had been swirling around him, half-shrouding him in darkness as his incessantly acrimonious thoughts clawed and shredded at his sanity.

“Azriel? What do you think?”

His name uttered from her lips pierced his pitiful little bubble of jealousy, his shadows dispersing quickly as he pinned her with gleaming hazel eyes.

“What happened between you and Leto?” he chocked out, the words tumbling from his lips before any semblance of rational thought could stop them being spoken aloud.

“I beg your pardon?” Elain clearly looked taken aback. Her eyes widening and shoulders straightening at the surprising line of inquiry.

“Leto, why does he look at you like that.”

“Look at me like what?”

“Like you’re his next meal and he can’t wait to devour you,” Azriel spat out.

Elain scoffed. “He does not. We— we’re just friends,” she spluttered.

“Does he know that?”

Azriel knew he was being a bastard. He knew it. But his foul mood had thoroughly taken over his usually calm demeanour. Like a stampede of wild beasts, those relentless images of Elain and Leto could not be stopped.

“What are you getting at? And why do you care?” Elain retorted, growing defensive.

“We are here on Court business Elain—”

“And you are being an ass, Azriel.”

“We are not here to make eyes at pretty fae males.”

“His name is Leto. And at least he never thought of me as a mistake!” she threw back at him, her chest heaving with the weight of her panted breaths.

He startled, not having expected her to react that way. To see the hurt in her eyes. To still think on those abominable words after so many months. They still haunted his thoughts, of course. He cursed his very existence for speaking those words aloud when all he had wanted was to crash his mouth into hers, taste her, touch her, make her feel so fucking good.

But…he had truly thought she had forgotten about him. Moved on. She had travelled for months, never having written to him, barely speaking to him for the months that preceded her departure. He thought she was done. That she had left him behind, and gladly so. He never thought she still harboured any feeling toward him, nor thought anything of that night.

A knocking sounded through the interconnecting door in Elain’s room, drawing their attention.

“That will be Selene. We need to go,” Elain murmured dejectedly, turning in place and stalking back to her room to put her sandals on.

He hated that crestfallen look on her face, hated the slight slump in her shoulders, hated he hadn’t been able to keep his idiotic male ego in check and not be affected by Leto. Elain wasn’t his, she owed him nothing. So why was the thought of her with anyone else so gut wrenchingly painful to even think about? He groaned, cursing himself for not having the control to keep his temper in check.

Raking a scarred hand through his hair, Azriel closed his eyes, exhaling heavily before following Elain and Selene out of their rooms to complete the mission they had come to carry out.

*******

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[yve-barr]

Promise braids -part 2

Just wanna say I hate this so much but y'all deserve something.

Part one is here 👇

https://www.tumblr.com/yve-barr/721480354297495552/promise-braids?source=share

I might right a part 3 but honestly part 2 took a lot out of me.

@goose-gremlin love you gurl! Tysn for hyping this up for me❤️

@maeriel-arnosel you too 🤗

I'm so sorry everyone else who wanted tagged it's just not working 😞

Warnings: legolas, injury, shitty writing on my part, adult theme?, lil rushed, violence, smut, public sex,

When the time came for you both to rise from the floor and say goodbye you felt your heart sink into your stomach. So little time had been spent between you two.

You both walked to the door, a fresh braid in your hair.

"I shall miss you my love," you whispered to him in elvish.

"as I shall miss you," he hugged you tight and snuck kisses along your neck.

Then he joined Gimli and Aragorn outside.

"you know I happen to own a certain cloak that makes the wearer completely undetectable to those she does not wish to find her."

"and what about an unbetrayed heart? Because I happen to be in need of one," you sighed.

"no I don't however I do have a spare horse if one was to need it."

"I can't go with you," you looked him dead in the eye.

"why not?"

"because he needs to know I'm safe," you replied honestly.

"then stay safe with him," the old wizard smiled, and you returned it.

"he wouldn't let me leave," you could feel giddy butterflies in your stomach.

"then wait for us to be out of sight then head northwest."

"thank you," you grinned before dashing off to gather your things.

By the time you had everything together and changed into riding clothes the others were well on there way. Checking you had everything you glimpsed the bow legolas had trained you with many years ago.

Grabbing it you brought everything outside.

Just as you packed everything onto the horse Gandalf had left you, you heard a horn blowing of in the distance. Your stomach dropped.

The orcs had arrived.

Your heart in your ears you quickly mounted your horse and directed her north west.

You could hear the beginnings of fear as screams rang through the town.

You felt sick to your stomach as you kicked your horse's sides and galloped off.

Praying you'd made it out in time you glanced back at the town which was gradually being ingulfed in flames.

You let out the breath you'd been holding.

You rode faster up the steep hill, when you turned around you saw them the orcs unlike any you'd ever seen.

Bigger, stronger, scarier.

They had swords the size of ponies and spears to match.

The archers had bows the size of saplings. The arrows as sharp as broken hearts.

The same arrows that were souring through the sky.

Quickly you forced your horse faster, but not fast enough.

You could hear the others. They had stopped in a valley with a lone tree near the edge and a small stream gurgling around.

There chatter blurred almost as much as your vision as you slipped from your horse. Hitting the ground with a thud.

***

Legolas turned his head picking up his bow as he went.

"what are you doing?" Asked Aragorn.

"I heard something," legolas answered simply.

Quietly Aragorn, and Gimli followed him.

Then legolas saw you lying on the ground your breath coming in uneven gasps.

"Y/n," he rushed towards you dropping his bow and arrow to the ground. He picked you up in his arms.

Then he saw the blood streaming from the arrow wound in your lower back.

"She's hurt," Aragorn called to Gandalf.

"Bring her to me," Gandalf called and legolas sprung to his feet almost running over to the wizard.

Your eyes fluttered open as legolas placed you down on your stomach.

"I have something that may help," said Gandalf and he took a small bottle filled with a clear liquid out of his pocket.

"will it hurt her?" Legolas asked.

"extremely," replied Gandalf. "I need to access her back."

Legolas undid the laces at the back of your dress top, leaving your back exposed but he made sure your breasts would be mostly hidden.

"elavate her head and chest so she can breath," Gandalf said.

Legolas shifted so that your top half lay across his lap, his legs crossed.

Then Gandalf removed the cork from the bottle and poured a little of the liquid onto the wound.

It smoked and sizzled. And you screamed.

Legolas tried to comfort you by holding your hand and stroking your hair but it did nothing.

Pain racked your body as the liquid entered your blood stream and ripped its way through your entire being.

Gandalf flinched away momentarily before pouring more liquid onto the gash.

You screamed louder.

"STOP!" You screeched. "PLEASE!" Legolas bent over you holding you tight to him.

Gimli turned away and Aragorn stared at the ground.

"please make it stop," you whimpered tears stinging your eyes.

Gandalf looked at you simpatheticly.

Your wound had disappeared leaving nothing but a faint red mark.

Legolas tied your top closed and sat you up in his arms cradling you into his chest.

"I'm sorry my love," legolas muttered to quietly for anyone else to hear.

"why did you leave?" You murmered before losing conciousness.

Legolas felt tears escape his eyes for the second time that day as he sobbed over your unconscious form.

When you awoke you were on a fine white horse with someone riding behind you.

As the horse jostled you about you felt yourself sliding right but the person behind you quickly righted you pulling you into his chest.

"legolas?"

"I'm here," Legolas replied from behind and stroked the side of your face with the back of his hand.

"where are we going?" You asked sleepily.

"into the mountains," he answered leaving a sweet kiss on your neck. "Don't worry you will be safe there."

"Your leaving me?" You turned to look at him.

"We have to my love," he whispered his name for you in elvish.

You sighed and looked at your surroundings, you didn't want to argue with him right now.

You could see the level path gradually steepening, higher and higher until it disappeared amongst the trees.

Once you had traveled for what seemed like hours you reached a small cave in the mountain side. The cave extended about 5 meters back and 3 wide.

Silently you all dismounted your horse's.

"here we are," said Gandalf jesturing to the cave.

"and I'll be safe here?" You asked unsure. Trying to resist the urge to cling to legolas even with his hand in the small of your back. Especially with his hand on the small of your back.

"yes," said Aragorn, "no one will pass through here and if they do they shalln't see you."

"ok," you smiled and you took your small amount of luggage with you into the cave.

"oh and y/n, if someone does happen to come this way do not make a sound. Even if you are bleeding out onto the ground do not let anyone find you. They cannot enter this cave unless they see or hear you. You understand?"

Slightly taken aback you agreed and the company moved on.

"GOODBYE!" Called Gimli and legolas waved.

Wishing legolas was there you searched through your bags for the book you knew you'd packed, as it was your favourite and you had often spent whole nights with your nose stuck in between the pages.

Finding said book you settled down in a small alcove at the back of the cave with your bags resting beside you and began reading.

The story was on old one written by the first elves to travel to middle earth. It was about valinor, a place so pure that many elves were now traveling back to it.

Alas you could not return, not because of your human father. But you could settle for your imaginery version.

You would love to hear how it was now but no elves ever returnes from valinor.

The last thing you heard before drifting of to sleep was a horn blasting through the still silence.

When you awoke it was mid-day and the sun was streaming into the cave.

Rubbing sleep from your eyes you looked out at the lone tree gaurding the exit to your cave you saw shadows moving across the entrance.

Stiffling a gasp you shot back into the alcove.

You could hear bustling around outside before it all went silent. Peaking around the rock you could make out vague shapes lingering by the door.

Hurriedly you ducked back down reaching for the double recurve bow at your feet.

A voice came from outside and you let out a shaky breath collapsing your head into your hands.

"I swear she was right here," said Gimli.

"She was, she was right here," added Aragorn.

"maybe something happened?"came gandalfs voice.

"hopefully she's close by," said Gimli.

You made to stand up but froze. There were four shadows, three voices.

Legolas was there but hadn't spoken.

Silently you sat back down.

"where is she?" Gimli asked.

When you realise your name hadn't been mentioned you thanked your lucky star you hadn't walked out.

"where is she?" Gimli's voice asked again.

It wasn't them.

"probably gone," said Gandalf.

Suddenly you felt a sharp twing of pain in your head and you massaged your temple.

"I can feels it," whispered a wet voice.

Clasping your forehead you curled in on yourself. Wishing for the pain to end. You could feel your consciousness disappearing.

"it's in here," rasped another.

Then you heard the twang of a bow string and the thud of an arrow finding its mark.

Then three more times, before silence.

The throbbing in your head stopped and you straightened your back. Tempted to peer around the corner you shuffled further back against the wall.

You could hear footsteps outside quickly closing in.

"Y/N! Y/N ARE YOU OK?" Came legolas's frantic voice.

You peeped around the wall of the alcove and saw him walking inside the cave.

"yeah, I'm here," you called back meekly.

"oh thank god," legolas rushed to your side and knelt before you, "are you alright are you hurt?"

"no, I'm fine," you replied truthfully and he sighed in relief.

"I was worried."

"where are the others?"

"they sent me ahead, they are just coming," he said but his eyes didn't meet yours.

"legolas?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I ran ahead when I saw you weren't alone "

He helped you to your feet. Then he peaked outside seeing that the others were quite far off legolas turned back to you.

"we have five minutes," he said before slamming his hand beside your head and pulling you into him, kissing you agresively.

Melting into him you trailed your hands up his side's, resting them on his cheeks.

Legolas pushed your back up against the wall, his hand which was previously gripping your waist found its way to your breast, slowly needing it.

You moaned into his mouth and you felt his tongue lick your bottom lip before he took it in-between his teeth and rolled it around.

You pulled him impossibly closer and rapped your arms around his neck.

Panting he stopped gazing into your eyes. His own filled with longing.

"I love you," he whispers you tried to reply but he silenced you with his mouth. You gasped and opened your mouth wider, this must have been what he wanted because seconds later he had his tongue in your mouth.

The sounds of footsteps haulted your kiss.

"Y/N!" Called a voice much to close.

"I thought you said five minutes?" You whispered to legolas. He merely shrugged and walked out of the alcove.

"we are here!" He called out and suddenly Aragorn was upon you checking you to see if you were ingured.

"are you hurt?" He flustered about you.

"I am unharmed Aragorn," you assured him and pushed him back.

"I told you so," said Gimli as he hobbled up to you a humungus grin on his face.

"what bet did you win?" You asked him cheerily.

"Forty three!" Cried Gimli before he turned to see if Gandalf had arrived.

You turned to legolas for an explanation.

He merely looked at his feet and mumbled "one, it was one point," before sneeking his hand into yours looking for simpathy.

You gave it, squeezing his hand tight and rubbing your thumb across his nuckles.

Aragorn watched this exchange closly.

"so you two are really close then?" He asked.

"oh god yeah," you smiled back. "We're like siblings."

"Ah Y/n you are alright?" You nodded in response to Gandalfs question, "good, then we must make hast too Isengard."

"wait what about me? Legolas said I shan't be going to Isengard?" You pointed out.

"oh did he?" Said Aragorn. "Legolas failed to mention that."

All three looked to legolas sternly.

"in my defense," legolas trailed off unable to think of an excuse.

"well I suppose you could stay with the woman if Rohan," suggested Gandalf.

"Then I must stay aswell, harm befalls her whenever I leave," legolas objected.

"yeah, or legolas who is needed could go and I can fight with you guys?"

"No way," they all responded in unison.

"Tch," you tutted and walked too the entrance whilst the others discussed what to do with you.

Hopping down over rocks you walked further away. Following a small burn trickling down next to you.

That's when you heard it a rasping choking sound. The throbbing in your head returned.

"Gots you," gurgled the thing at your feet.

"Legol-" you tried to call out but you fell to your knees the pain in your head intensifying.

As the thing slowly crawled towards you, you kicked out landing a solid kick to its eye making it squeal in pain as it rithed around.

"Help," you cried a lot quieter but the thing at your feet heard.

"No helps for you," it said before lurching forward knocking your head against a rock. Blood poured into your eyes and you fumbled around for a weapon.

Finding a loose rock your turned to the creature bringing the rock down around its head. In the back of your mind you heard the twang of an arrow. But the creature seemed unbothered as it sunk its teeth into your calf.

You screamed an ear piercing scream and attempted to kick off the thing. Holding your rock more tightly you brought it down a second time this time hitting its jaw.

With a sickening crunch the creatures eyes flicked up to yours.

"Fiesty it is," a mix of saliva and blood pooled on your leg. You squeeked and tried to shuffle backwards but the pain in your leg was unimaginable. "Oh it's not leaving, it's not leaving," it laughed.

"Yes she is," cried Aragorn bringing his sword down splitting the creature's head in two. You let out a weak gasp.

Catching your breath you let your head fall back against soft moss.

"Thank you, I owe you one."

"You owe me nothing," he said pulling you into a tight imbrace.

"Where's legolas?"

"You know he heard you scream and ran out with naught but a single arrow and his bow."

"Then why is he not here?"

"Isn't it obvious, he missed,' Aragorn gestured to a singular arrow in the wood of a tree a few feet away.

"Oh," you said momentarily forgetting the pain in your leg but it was remembered harshly when you attempted to move.

Cursing Aragorn lifted you up holding you tight against him.

Tears soaked your cheeks as you cried in agony.

Aragorn started to run back up the mountain. Calling out as he did.

The blood loss would have knocked you unconscious but the pain kept you awake.

The cold stone of the cave floor did nothing to cool the hot pain searing through your body.

"Y/N!" Legolas knelt next to you but didn't touch you.

"Legolas," you reached your hand up to his face and he held it there.

You could hear gandalf ordering the other two around but your pain deluded mind didn't register it, you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"Y/n I so sorry, I should have brought more arrows I should have helped more," his tears streaked his fave and landed on yours.

"It's ok, it's not your fault," you could feel someone wrapping bandages round your leg and you squeezed your eyes tight shut so you didn't scream. "Can I go with you know?"

"I am never leaving your side again."

"Thank you."

The road was rough everyone was tired as you trekked through marsh and forest alike.

You were camping out in a small gorge fire crackling and spitting.

***skipable smut from here till the next cut***

Everyone lay a few meters away from were you and legolas were sitting, all fast asleep.

You were proped up against a tree whilst he was leaning on your shoulder.

You were quite a bit away from the others so it came as no surprise to either of you that they hadn't heard you yet.

Legolas's hand was buried beneath your skirt, 'checking your bandages'.

His face was nestled in your hair his fingers working a silent apology on your clit.

You struggled to stay quiet his long fingers spreading your wetness around your folds.

you squirmed slightly and he picked up the pace rubbing circles around your sensitive bud making you whimper.

His fingers moved faster as you ground your hips against them desperate for more.

His other hand moved from your thigh up to your breast slowly massaging it and pinching at your nipple.

Wet squelching sounds erupted as he slipped his finger inside your soaked entrance quickly adding a second as you clenched around him.

His fingers pumped in and out of you in time with his hand on your breast making you moan and grip his thighs your legs spreading outwards.

He slowly let go of your breast his hand joing his other between your things only this one drew slow circles around your clit.

Your breathing quickened as his hands worked you faster.

suddenly you came letting out a silent moan.

He kept going through your orgasm until you had finished and her slowly pulled his fingers out of you and popped them in his mouth sucking them clean.

****end smut****

silence rung loud through the clearing broken only by gimlis uneven ear splitting snore.

The moon was high in the sky casting long shadows, and the cold air hung like a weighted blanket.

you fell asleep leaning against Legolas his breathing luling you to sleep.

Even with the ground poking you uncomfortably his arms were like a weighted blanket on your thoughts.

#legolas greenleaf #legolas fanfiction #legolas x reader #legolas #lotr fanfic

[birindale]

Adventure of the Blue Diamond

Frosta learns about stranger danger, Catra blots out the 'daystar', and She-Ra smashes a priceless gem for no discernible reason.

Transcript/Image ID below the cut

[Image Description: A cover and 14 comic pages from the She-Ra mini-comic, “Adventure of the Blue Diamond”.

Cover: She-Ra stands in a snowy field, staring at something. Double Trouble, Frosta, and Bow stand behind her, none of them dressed for cold weather. Bow has an arrow nocked, and his embedded ‘heart’ is situated low on his torso, more where a belly button would be. All parties look vaguely concerned. The ‘Princess of Power’ logo stands in sharp contrast to the indigo sky, while the title ‘Adventure of the Blue Diamond’ is a washed out azure with insufficient lining to read well against the lighter purple background and blue of Bow’s pants.

Page 1: A yellow text box reads, “The duties of the day behind her. PRINCESS ADORA indulges in a rare moment of quiet reflection. But her sweet peace is to be short lived… For all is not well in Etheria… ”

Adora is looking into a mirror, brushing her hair despite still wearing her crown and high-collared cape. She’s smiling peacefully.

Adora notices something in her reflection, pausing in her brushing. 

What appears to be a window glows gold in the reflection of the mirror, and she stares at it with a concerned frown. 

Kowl bursts into the room, frantic, calling, “Oh, fair princess, woe is me! DANGER! DANGER… all I see! QUICKLY! You must follow me! HOOT! HOOT!” Adora whips around to face him. 

“Good heavens, Kowl! What IS the matter?” she asks. The words ‘Adventure of the Blue Diamond’ appear on a title scroll at the bottom of the page. ‘Blue Diamond’ is rendered as though made of cut gems.

End Page 1.

Page 2: “Just look and listen!” says Kowl, leading her to the open window of the Crystal Castle. A strong and ominous wind hisses outside.

“CATRA! Up to her old tricks! I’d recognize that voice anywhere!” says Adora, looking out into a gathering storm. 

“She’s gone too far I fear! Etheria’s DOOM is all too near!” says Kowl. 

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” says Adora, with a confident smile. 

“BY THE HONOR OF GRAYSKULL… I AM SHE-RA!” she yells, holding the Sword of Protection aloft. Magic swirls around her, and the word ‘BOOM!’ is printed in big red letters. Her crown inverts, but does not cover her eyes as a mask. 

“I must find the source of this dark trouble at once! Kowl, summon BOW and DOUBLE TROUBLE… quickly… I’ll need their HELP!” She-Ra says to Kowl.

End Page 2. 

Page 3: A yellow caption box reads, “Moments later…” and we see that it’s begun to snow. A large vehicle with lepidopteran wings, somewhere between the Butterflyer and the Flutter Plane in design but colored to match Double Trouble’s outfit, is parked in front of the Crystal Castle, where She-Ra meets with her allies. 

“Brave Bow, far greater is the force of Catra’s folly this day than I have ever seen it! I know not the SOURCE of her dark powers, but we must NOT let her EVIL TREACHERY SUCCEED!” says She-Ra. 

“Never have I seen Etheria look more DESOLATE and DREARY! Whatever Catra’s up to… It must be a vile TRICK indeed!” says Bow. 

“She-Ra, surely you must have some sort of PLAN!” says Double Trouble. 

“Indeed I do and much of it depends on you, Double Trouble., with your SPY DISGUISE you can make it into Catra’s camp UNDETECTED! GO NOW and discover for me just what wretched scheme that fiendish feline has up her sleeve!” says She-Ra. 

Double Trouble stands with her hands on her hips, wind buffeting Bow behind her. “And when I have your answer?” she asks. 

“Then send a SIGNAL skyward. The FLUTTER PLANE will bring Bow and me to your side in a but a moment!” says She-Ra, so apparently that is in fact the Flutter Plane, just riffing on the earlier two-seater concept art that Filmation discarded and Mattel never produced. Cool.

A yellow caption box reads, “A clever scout, Double Trouble soon finds herself on the evil Catra’s trail…” and we see Double Trouble slogging through the snow, following a very neat and precise course. 

“FOOT PRINTS! Catra has been here all right!” she says, following them as it continues to snow. The ground is now completely covered.

End Page 3. 

Page 4: “... and up ahead… a CAVE!” says Double Trouble, trudging through even deeper snow, approaching, you guessed it, a cave. “If I don’t miss my guess, the SINISTER FELINE seeks shelter from the storm inside!” 

“Just as I suspected! BUT WAIT… What’s this? The fiendish feline holds a PRISONER!” Double Trouble thinks to herself, peering into the cave to see an exultant Catra, wearing a silver fur cloak, gloating over a woman with long blue hair tied to a stalagmite. 

“AT LAST! The treasured SNOW CAPE and its powerful SECRETS are mine… ALL MINE!” says Catra.

End Page 4.

Page 5: “HELP! Somebody HELP ME!” yells the prisoner. Catra smiles dismissively and pulls out her mask and says, “FROSTA, my dear, you are a FOOL! There is no one to hear your cries, nor anyone to interfere with thissss…

“My most diabolical plot to SEIZE CONTROL of all Etheria!” she declares, putting on her mask. 

The space between panels reads, “Unleashed by Catra’s evil threats, Double Trouble CHANGES into her SPY DISGUISE - a face that Catra recognizes as a FRIEND!” followed by a four-panel sequence of Double Trouble shifting into evil mode. 

“CATRA! What have we here?” she asks. 

“WHA…? Oh it’s you, Double Trouble!” says Catra. “This foolish girl has given me her precious SNOW CAPE, and with its secrets, Etheria will soon be MINE!”

End Page 5.

Page 6:

“HOW? What secrets? Tell me your plan!” says Double Trouble. 

“I took Frosta’s powerful WAND and FROZE ETHERIA!” says Catra. “But its freezing effect is only temporary! Fear not, friend—I’ve discovered a MAP in her cape that will lead me to the BLUE ICE DIAMOND! And I will have the power to freeze Etheria FOREVER!” 

“Double Trouble, guard Frosta until I return!” says Catra, running from the cave.

A yellow caption box reads, “Above Etheria’s moonlit horizon, Bow and She-Ra watch… and wait…” and we see the Flutter Plane flying over a snow-covered landscape.

“LOOK THERE! It’s Double Trouble’s SIGNAL!” says Bow, pointing at a flare of magic from the pilot’s seat. 

“GOOD! Let’s take ‘er down…” says She-Ra. 

End Page 6. 

Page 7: “She-Ra, Etheris is in the greatest PERIL! Frosta, QUICKLY, you must tell She-Ra everything you know!” says Double Trouble, as she emerges from the cave, supporting Frosta. Bow and She-Ra run towards her.

“So LONELY have I been here, in the frozen north, for Catra’s TRICKERY I was an easy mark! A day ago, she befriended me… but it has COST me DEARLY!” says Frosta, beginning to cry. Double Trouble holds her closer in support.

“Go on, tell her about the SNOW CAPE!” she urges. 

“Foolishly, I GAVE my snow cape to Catra in exchange for her company! Inside the cape, there is a map that will lead her to the Blue Ice Diamond!” says Frosta, dripping tears. 

“THE BLUE ICE DIAMOND! Catra will use the gemstone’s powerful magic to turn Etheria into a frozen wasteland FOREVER! We must STOP her!” says She-Ra, evidently horrified.

A yellow caption box reads, “With Frosta in the lead, She-Ra and her stalwart cohorts race across the Dreaming Mountain! But can they reach the Blue Ice Diamond in time?” 

The Flutter Plane flies overhead while Double Trouble and Frosta (who has been mistakenly colored to look like She-Ra) ride in another vessel. It’s a sailing sledge (an iceboat meant for dry land) with an unstayed mast & single lateen sail, long and narrow in the style of a stereotypical viking ship, complete with an ornate figurehead of a bird of prey. The entire ship is a similar shade of green to Double Trouble, including the sail, which is feather-patterned. There are struts visible in later panels which confirm this is a sleigh and not a magical land-ship of some kind. The whole thing is reminiscent of the Sea Harp in shape, but that hasn't been designed yet.

End Page 7. 

Page 8: A yellow caption box reads, “... or does Catra ALREADY hold Etheria’s fate in her grasp?” as Catra gloats over a gem, which glows a vivid green. 

“CATRA!” shouts Frosta, now colored correctly, “HALT! Or I shall FREEZE you where you stand!” She climbs from the sailing sledge and brandishes her Snowflake Wand (which is really more of a staff). 

“You’re TOO LATE Frosta… TOO LATE!” Catra calls back, lifting a faceted gem to her face as she smiles in evil glee.

End Page 8. 

Page 9: “LOOK! Etheria’s bright daystar DIMS even as I speak, and a CLOAK OF DARKNESS SWEEPS THE LAND!” she yells, gesturing at what I think it’s safe to assume is a sun and not the planet Venus because it’s flipping huge, “Soon I shall rule FOREVER!” 

“WHISSSSHHHH,” goes the Snowflake Wand, which now more resembles a scepter, then “ZZZAAA,” in a spidery, electric sort of style. Sparkles emerge from the wand and Frosta looks pretty pissed.

“--KRAKK!” finish the onomatopoeia, as we return to Catra, who’s surrounded by sparkles as the sun darkens behind her. 

We zoom in closer to reveal she’s frozen solid, still cackling. 

The focus shifts to the sun, now completely dark. 

End Page 9. 

Page 10:  Frosta falls to her knees in despair, burying her face in her hands as Double Trouble tries to comfort her. In the background, the Flutter Plane lands and She-Ra leaps from within. 

“Oh She-Ra, I have FAILED! There is NOTHING we can do to save Etheria from darkness… it’s all MY FAULT!” sobs Frosta as She-Ra lays a supportive hand on her shoulder. 

She-Ra doesn’t respond immediately, trudging over to Catra as Bow reaches the sledge. 

“Perhaps there is MORE to this blue ice diamond than meets the eye!” She-Ra says, plucking the gem from the frozen Catra’s grasp. 

“BOW! Stand fast and make ready an arrow! I have an idea!” she calls back over her shoulder. Bow moves forward obediently. Frosta is still kneeling in the snow and Double Trouble’s still in the sledge. 

End Page 10.

Page 11: “The SECRET of this gemstone’s POWER may lie WITHIN…” says She-Ra, setting the blue ice diamond atop a rock. 

She lifts her sword. In this panel and the next, she’s shown with her inverted crown functioning as a mask. “... so, if we CRACK it…” 

She brings the Sword of Protection down with a huge “SMASH!” 

“... we can set its magic FREE!” she finishes, revealing that there was a second, smaller diamond inside the first diamond, matryoshka doll style. For some reason. 

“Now, let your arrow FLY!” she says to Bow, as he ties this smaller diamond to an arrow. It glows a soft yellow. She-Ra’s crown is no longer a mask. 

End page 11. 

Page 12: Bow aims directly at the darkened sun. 

We get a close-up of his face, deep in concentration, as he releases the arrow with a loud “SPUNGG!”

The arrow sails towards the sun. 

Double Trouble, Frosta, and Bow look on. Bow lowers his bow. 

The arrow disappears from sight, leaving only the darkness and the blotted daystar. 

Double Trouble, Frosta, Bow, and She-Ra watch in silence. 

The sun remains dark 

End page 12. 

Page 13: “BULL’SEYE!” hollers Bow, lifting his bow to the sky in jubilation as the sun goes “BUH WHOOM!” and begins emitting light once more. He slings a celebratory arm around Frosta’s waist, like he means to hug her but is just too excited about archery to bother. 

Catra begins to defrost beneath the heat of the sun. 

She comes to staring at her now-empty hand, startled and soaking wet from the melted ice, the snow cape falling from her shoulders. We see that beneath the snow, this was some kind of arid plain, which contradicts its earlier description as being the “Dreaming Mountain”, as the Dreaming Mountains are the home of Castle Chill (and thus, chilly) from Filmation. 

“CURSES! FOILED AGAIN!” shouts Catra, sprinting into the distance. 

End Page 13. 

Page 14: “YOU’VE DONE IT! The daystar glows brighter than ever!” says Frosta, clapping her hands together in delight. 

“Etheria is SAFE once more and I am FREE at last of Catra’s EVIL MAGIC!” she says, holding her snow cape over one shoulder like a jock with a letterman jacket. 

“Yes—Etheria is SAFE and BEAUTIFUL once more!” says She-Ra, walking over to her. 

“Bow, Double Trouble, time to go! The CRYSTAL CASTLE and NEW ADVENTURES await!” says She-Ra, looking over her shoulder to her friends. 

“But WAIT! How can I ever REPAY your kindness? Perhaps my coat…?” says Frosta, holding the snow cape out to She-Ra as Double Trouble and Bow climb into the Flutter Plane. 

“Fair Frosta—haven’t you learned a moral after all that’s happened? REMEMBER THIS!” says She-Ra:

“FRIENDSHIP can’t be bought or sold… it must come from the HEART! And from OUR hearts to YOURS—a friendship that’s EVERLASTING!” says She-Ra, in the traditional red text they use for morals. Everybody smiles at each other. 

The End.

End of Page 14.

Back Cover: The “Princess of Power” logo, with the text “Collect Princess of Power (trademarked) Dolls & Accessories! Each Sold Separately.

Cardback illustrations for She-Ra the “most powerful woman in the universe”, Bow the “special friend”, Double Trouble the “glamorous double-agent”, Frosta the “Ice Empress of Etheria”, Catra the “Jealous Beauty”, Castaspella the “Enchantress who hypnotizes”, Kowl “The Know-It-Owl”, Angella the “Angelic winged guide”, and Glimmer the “Guide who lights the way”. 

Illustrations copyright Mattel Inc., 1984. Hawthorne, CA 90250 U.S.A.

PRINTED IN TAIWAN. All Rights Reserved. 

0007-5220

End of ID]

#motu #minicomics #adventure of the blue diamond #she-ra #adora #kowl #bow #frosta #double trouble #catra

[novankenn]

Saints of the Sword (v1-5)

(I am going to very BLUNT with this statement, even though it seems like it... THIS IS NOT an everyone betrays Jaune fic. There is much more going on including Jaune's own low sense of self-worth.)

As Cardin rode the elevator down, his mind wandered back to the day he and his team ran into Jaune near the main gate. The four of them had gone down due to an announcement that a mercenary group was going to be looking for recruits. They were rather surprised that they found Jaune there as well… considering.

/==/

“Arc!” Cardin called out to the rather unkept former Beacon student.

“Cardin.” Jaune sighed, “Can you just, fucking, leave me alone for once? I mean, I’m out of Beacon… you won.”

“I didn’t win anything.” Cardin replied with a snort.

“What do you mean? You’ve wanted me gone since day one!”

“And yet, you kept your worthless ass in school… you never gave up, you kept getting back on your feet and trying again. Nothing was stopping you… and then?”

“And then?”

“You just walk away?” Russel asked. “That was a pussy move Arc. If you were going to just give up, why did you hang on so long?”

“I just…”

“I call bullshit.” Sky stated flatly before Jaune could even start to talk. “Complete BULLSHIT!”

“I don’t…”

“You’re right, you don’t have to justify a damn thing to us. To be honest, I don’t really give a shit why you dropped out… but it is a bit of a kick in the nuts for you to do it out of nowhere.” Dove commented as he leaned back against Vale’s defensive wall. “So why the hell are you here? Planning on quitting again?”

“Why are you guys here?” Jaune snapped back. “Last I saw, you guys were still at Beacon, enjoying the good life.”

“We walked away.” Cardin snorted.

“Why would…”

“Because of you.” Dove snapped.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” Russel confirmed. “You are dense, stupid, slow and a bleeding heart…”

“But you never did once, just not try… even after me knocking you down time and time again. You kept getting up… so what made you decide to fuck off?” Cardin flatly stated.

Jaune said nothing and just stared at the four that had been his bullies for months. Who, according to their own words, had walked away… because of him. It didn’t make sense, nor did, when he thought about it… his own stepping away. But what was done, had been done.

“So what do we have here?” came a rather gruff and gravelly voice. The five former students turned towards the voice and saw a woman that matched the voice perfectly. She was dressed in a patchwork of various armors, had a sword strapped to her waist, and what looked like a rifle slung over her shoulder. What really caught their attention were the scars on her face, and the patch covering her right eye. “I asked a question. What am I looking at?”

“I’m… I’m a former student from Beacon…”

“Former? Why?”

“I… I…”

“Don’t have all day, Blondie. Spit it out.”

“I quit…” Jaune replied, his shoulders slumping, as he instantly figured he had just ruined his chance to possible still chase his dream.

“Why?”

“Huh? What?”

“Why’d you quit?”

“I… didn’t belong… I wasn’t right for Beacon.”

“And you think you're right for my crew?”

“No.” Jaune replied, his head hanging towards his chest. “I’ll just…”

“You stay right there.” the Woman turned her attention to Cardin, Russel, Dove and Sky. “What is your story?”

“We left Beacon, too. We’re a full team.” Cardin truthfully replied.

“Why?”

“Something wasn’t right there.” Russel cut in. 

“Explain.”

“That noodle, right there.” Sky pointed to Jaune, “Was the weakest out of the entire school… yet nothing anyone threw at him made him stop. He just kept pressing forward… until recently.”

“So you five friends?”

“Fuck no.” Dove chuckled. “We used to kick his ass all day every day.”

“I see.” the Woman crossed her arms over her chest, and regarded them all. “I’ve got one rule… everyone fights, no one quits. Don’t do your job, I’ll put you in the ground myself. Understand?”

“What?” all five of them asked in unison.

“You’ve all been drafted. Be interesting to see what Beacon is teaching brats these days.”

“You mean…” Jaune stammered out.

“Yeah, I’m taking all five of ya. So grab your gear, we leave in five.”

/==/

Cardin sighed, as he relived that memory, and chuckled remembering how Reb, had her right hand Dizzy beat the ever living crap out of all five of them, day in and day out for months.

“To correct the bullshit Beacon force-fed us.” Cardin chuckled, remembering Dizzy’s favorite reason for the harsh training, as he stepped out of the elevator.

“What was that, Mr Winchester?” Professor Goodwitch asked as she also stepped out into the lobby.

/== Table of Contents ==/

#saints of the sword #volume one #rwby #cardin winchester #jaune arc #various OCs #team jnpr #team rwby #team crdl #mental manipulation

[diamondcrownacademy]

DCA Info Part 7: Magic Rings and Gem Colors

The art used is from this post from August 4th 2020

Magic Rings

For Diamond Crown Academy, the students use rings to conjure magic instead of the pens the students of Night Raven College use. Students wear a magic ring on their of choice hand on their index/pointer finger (As wearing a ring on a pointer means leadership, confidence and authority) and the girls have to trace a sigil or sign in the air to cast strong spells, small spells just require pointing. Phoenix jokingly stated that the rings symbolize the happy endings that the OG princesses (with the exception of Alice) got with their princes. The students get to make their own choices and reap the rewards of their efforts, kind of symbolism. The design of the rings are gold with a simple round gem on it following the color gems on the student's dorms.

Gem Colors

Each stained glass portrait of the heroines are placed in the hallway of the main college building, lining the hallway with a plaque at the bottom describing the virtue they represented. The students of DCA follow their example to become a true princess. The 10 dorms are built on their image and like the gemstones that you see on the uniforms of the Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy students.

The gem colors and virtues are shown below, with my personal theories on why the colors and virtues were chosen.

Snow White, Cinderella and Aurora

🍎 Pommeneige

The color of the gemstone on the brooch worn by students affiliated with the Pommeneige dorm is red, which matches the color of Snow White's hair ribbon, the red cloth on her puff sleeves and the interior of her cape. Red was also the color the poison apple took the appearance of in order to trick Snow White into eating it. Snow White represented the virtue of innocence. In this case, kindness and a bit of naivety. Snow White was known for being kind but also naïve, which made her fall for Queen Grimhilde's trap easily.

👠 Glastanzerin

The color of the gemstone on the brooch worn by students affiliated with the Glastanzerin dorm is white, which matches the color of Cinderella's iconic gown in the original 1950 film, which was a silver white in color. Cinderella represented the virtue of hope, always know to keep being hopeful. This feeling of hope can be shown in "A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes" where she encourages her animal friends to never stop dreaming and the entire theme of the song which carries out throughout the film is to keeping believing in your dreams.

🌹 Rosadormienti

The color of the gemstone on the brooch worn by students affiliated with the Rosadormienti dorm is pink, which matches the color of Aurora's dress that is mostly used for merchandise. Aurora represented the virtue of determination, never lose the drive to reach your dreams. While Aurora herself doesn't show signs of determination in her debut film, this is shown in later media.

Ariel, Belle, and Jasmine

🐚 Coquille

The color of the gemstone on the brooch worn by students affiliated with the Coquille dorm is purple, which matches the color of Ariel's seashell bikini top. Ariel represented the virtue of freedom, never forgetting that you can't be bound by anyone. Ariel herself desired freedom from her overprotective father and this is expressed by her fascination with humans and their world.

📚 Chateau Beastiale

The color of the gemstone on the brooch worn by students affiliated with the Chateau Beastiale dorm is yellow, which matches the color of Belle's iconic golden ball gown. Belle represented the virtue of loyalty and intelligence, standing by someone's side and never forgetting that knowledge is sharper than any sword. Belle stayed by the Beast's side and helped him to better himself. Belle was also famous for her intelligence.

🏝️ Magiaoasis

The color of the gemstone on the brooch worn by students affiliated with the Magiaoasis dorm is blue, which matches the color of Jasmine's sky blue casuals (although in later media and merchandise, it's colored turquoise). Jasmine represented the virtue of wittiness, using your wits to your advantage and to solve problems. Jasmine is shown to use her seductive cunning to her advantage. An example of this occurred when she faked being under the genie's influence in order to distract Jafar.

Mulan, Pocahontas and Tiana

🐲 Dragonstone

The color of the gemstone on the brooch worn by students affiliated with the Dragonstone dorm is dark red, which matches the details on the outfit Mulan wore during the climax of the original 1998 film. Mulan represented the virtue of honor and bravery, finding the courage to stand up against your fears and insecurities. Mulan disguised herself as a man to take her father's place in the war and she wanted to stay true to herself, all while bringing honor to her family.

🍂 Sagamore

The color of the gemstone on the brooch worn by students affiliated with the Sagamore dorm is orange, which is a very earthy color and Pocahontas herself has a fondness for nature. Pocahontas represented the virtue of will and wisdom, learn from others as how they learn from you. Pocahontas expressed wisdom and offered kindness and guidance to those around her.

🐸 Lagniappe

The color of the gemstone on the brooch worn by students affiliated with the Lagniappe dorm is green, matching the color of Tiana's frog form and her initial wedding dress. Tiana represented the virtue of diligence, hard work goes a long way. Tiana herself was known to be a hard worker and hoped that this would lead her to opening her own restaurant.

Alice

🐰 Futterwacken

Alice is a special case, she represents young girls growing up finding their identity. And being true to yourself is a golden lesson in the academy so that's why her stained glass is kept near the Futterwacken Dormitory built on the hill overlooking the other dormitories. This gem doesn't appear on the Futterwacken brooches because instead of brooches, they have keys of various colors.

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[ask-missparker]

Runaway Bride / OUAT Series Au

Pairing: Charming!Nikolai x Snow!Amelia

Flashback: The enchanted forest

Note: Inspired a bit by the song ‘Burn’ from Hamilton

Extra characters: Captain Hook!Jeremy, King Midas, The Dark Prince Alexander and etc

Sequel to this fic

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Wedding belles in 24 hours.

She will be hitched and staying here in the castle walls in due time. Was she ready? No. Was she making the right decision? Most definitely—not! It was for the good of the kingdom, but not for her heart. She played with her engagement ring as she stood in front of the mirror, swearing a long white dress and plain white heels to purely match.

“What am I doing?” She muttered to herself, looking down at the dress that almost drowned her, “I can’t do this..”

The last few days have felt like a bitter cold joke.

A few days ago, Charming barges into her room just to tell her that he doesn’t love her. The royals were behind this and the man she loved went along with their plan for whatever reason. She almost went to find a cure to numb her pain, searching the land for witch to give her a vial to do so, but she didn’t have the heart to drink in it. Fitzsimmons were sneaking off behind Midas’s back on a romantic night and here she was in a damn dress?! She was gonna get married without her friends and family there!

She spent days trying to figure out what happened, but couldn’t figure out what it is that turned her world upside down.

Snow looked over at the letters and muttered, “Do you know what my lady in waiting said when she saw your first letter arrived? She said ‘Be careful with that one, love. He’ll do what what it takes to survive.’ Your words flooded my senses, your sentences left me defenseless.

She reread the letters he wrote her, searching and scanning for answers in every line for some kind of sign. The pastels that were marked with his little doodles. From the moment she read them, he said he was her. She was his. She muttered, “You were mine..still are.”

Tears welcomed themselves into her eyes as she glared at the sky outside her window, picking up a torch and grabbing a letter waiting for it slowly burn and thrown out window itself. She burns two more but stopped at a certain point, a small stack of letters searching for another way to redeem herself. Redeem him in her heart.

She wanted him to burn, but her heart crumbled at the moment scanning across a letter. She didn’t need to burn him exactly, but find him. Tell him how she felt, how she deserves an apology, an explanation for his actions and know if he meant it all.

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Charming was standing and stabbed the tree before himself, as poems and letters played in his head. He spent the last couple of days drinking, eating and drowning himself in sorrow, his pirate hat was tightly wrapped around his head with every bite he made.

The cold weather came a breeze underneath his long coat, glaring at the skies. He and Jeremy were practicing a sword fight, as shouting and groans could be heard among the loudest of the woods. The suggestion of combat and nights on the town were a way to occupy his mind from the lush he left. No—the pain and embarrassment he left for leaving a love behind in sorrow, knowing he did what had to be done to survive.

To save both of this asses from death. But he couldn’t let her know that.

Jeremy swung his sword and yelled, “You have to go back for her soon.”

“I would love to but I can’t.” He replied, changing his stance.

“So what? The king is selfish and cruel, all he wants is the gold. Let’s say you do get her back, what would you do?”

“Save her from that castle, but she’ll be on the run for years.”

“I think that’s a risk we’re all willing to take, my friend. But I’m thinking she’ll be the one to save you.”

Nikolai raised an eyebrow, “How so?”

“You’ve been on your own for years.” Hook response, “Running for shelter, a way out of this land if possible. And this princess of yours, she gave you a gift.”

“Yes, I know the chain. In a way I feel content and connected with her due to its worth.”

“And her heart. She saved you from feeling this poor way. I should know, I fell for the mischievous Prince of Wonderland.”

“What do I do now? The king will have my head—my brother will catch me and chain me up in the dungeons to rot away.”

“Risk it! It’s better that she knows the truth about what happened, find her now or you’ll lose her forever. Don’t walk away from it.”

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The next day came, the sun was shining in between the clouds beneath them. It reminded the prince of his heart. It was being clouded by his judgement and fear, being let down for years now. Thinking it was better to not let his hopes alive again. In his small room of the ship, he sat staring out the decently size window.

It was the day of the wedding.

But not his.

He had two options. Wait it out or save his girl? It didn’t want want to talk about it. He pulled out a piece of paper, a simple drawing of his mother he kept close, hoping to find the strength to get her back, but at the end of the day he just wanted to protect her.

His brother was right about him being weak spirted but as he looked at photo of his mother, he reminded himself that he was still stronger than he bargained for. On his bedside stood a small stack of letters written directly to her, as he flopped back onto the bed reading every single one over and over again chuckling every once in a while.

Yes, he still loved her and will not give up on her.

Nikolai got out of bed and want out of the woods to practice his sword fighting and target practice using the same tree from the night behind, if he was gonna fight for her he needed to keep his strength up.

Just as a arrow was released from the bow and drawn back, it went flying past the tree to land nearby. He raced over to see where it landed, finding it on the side of a tree trunk. But what surprised him what was the figure next to the very tree, a hand written over the arrow locking her eyes with him wearing a flowing white, almost gray dress. Her hair was pinned down and curled in different directions but she looked like a Angel in his eyes.

Well, more like an angry angel.

“What in heavens are you doing here?” He shouted, pacing up to her.

She glared, “You got some nerve coming to me with that attitude.”

“You’re gets getting married this afternoon. Your not supposed to be here.”

“Oh yes I am. You deserve to give me an explanation for what you did. You said you didn’t love me!”

“Because I’m trying to protect you here! I’m not the right one for you, I only ever wanted something for myself..and I can’t imagine hurting you more than I already have.”

“Then fix it! Look me in the eye and tell me you love me instead of running away from your problems!”

Nikolai looked down and groaned, “I can’t! I don’t love you. And as for your information, princess, running away has me some good.”

Amelia scoffed sighing, “Has it done us some good? Has it done you any good as far?”

He was about to turn around and walk away then he stopped with a glare, “Excuse me?”

“Has it done us any good?” She barked back, “Cause from where I’m standing it has been nothing but shit. You’re letters you sent me, our first weeks sneaking off together and even our dances at every single ball in secret..you ran away after promising to see me again. And yet you come back to tell me that you never loved me in the first place..none of it felt right, you did you mean it?”

“Amelia please..I never meant to hurt you here! You think i want to feel this way huh?! Your letter left me defenseless and you will build palaces out of paragraphs to make me smile whenever I felt like drowning. Every week we spent made me only feel more comfortable around you and from the day we met I knew I was doomed! Because you walked into my life and I had no idea but to cover up theses feelings. Is that what you want to hear? I covered up my feelings for you by saying I hate you, that I don’t love you?! The night I found you I was tempted to say the complete opposite of those words.”

“What changed? Did I say anything wrong? Did I mistaken my actions for lies? You’re the one who said that you come from a family of lies and you were just playing with me!”

“Yes, I come from a family of screw ups and downplaying those memories are how I survived out here. But I was willing to let you in, but to save our heartache and I fear that I might lose you..I said those things..”

“I am getting married today..I ran away from the castle to find you..what changed, Nik? What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing. You never said or anything wrong that made me love you any less..I love you Snow..I do. But Shaw, he told me to tell you I don’t just to save our skins or else we would be killed! I can’t lose another person I love!”

“You won’t lose me. You..you did the noble thing to save our skins? I guess I was right here..he told you to take the hit or he will have our heads! Shaw is having me do all of this and hurt you in the process. You know what, I won’t marry Fitz, I’ll tell Midas the truth about us and then we can—”

“God, your as stubborn as it gets.”

He rolled his eyes and groaned, swiftly turning around pacing himself to place both hands on both side of her face. Without a split second to spear, crashed his lips onto her own shutting her up quicker than expected. It took her a moment to realize what he did and her body to click into what happened as she melt into into touch.

Every inch of pain, delay embarrassment and love was wrapped in that one kiss. Nikolai’s hands felt from her face to above her neck, as the other pulled her closed apologizing in between every single word, letting whatever tears start ringing in. Amelia hummed as a hand hover around his cheek and the other was place gently on his chest, feeling the salty tears that released from his grasp.

The kiss was passionate, tender and comforting. It was anything grand but it was meaningful. A long waited moment that was supposed to happen a few nights ago in that room, instead it took place in the middle of woods in between a messy argument.

He pulled away, pushing away the pin curls from her face and smiled sheepishly, “I am so deeply sorry for hurting you. I never met for this to happen, love. Your my sunshine in all of this and I will find a way to fix this even if it takes me forever to make it up to you.”

She smiled softly with fresh tears in her eyes and nodded, “You can take however long you need. I am here for however long you’ll have me, I’m sorry for what happened earlier. I should have never yelled at you, I’ll make it up to you some way.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

Before either one of them any add any other cheesy line, ruffling and shouting was head. He gasped and shook his head, she pulled his hood over his head letting out a shaky bread. Royal knights found them, pushing the other away the other as the pair fought against them trying to make a run for it. Nikolai was fighting a couple of knights, pushing them away from his ready when he heard as a fragile scream that came from the women he calmed to love deeply.

He was fighting and being thrown to the ground as he looked over his shoulder to see Amelia being tossed in a cage as she screamed. One knight was about to cut him until another yelled, “Enough! We came for the girl.” The horse that wheeled the cage moved away with the knights who followed behind.

“Charming!” She screamed in fear, “Nicholas..”

He stood up with a piercing deep glare stabbing two knights in the chest and screamed back, “I will found you! I will always find you.”

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Amelia was tossed in front of the royal King Shaw and Midas as her wedding dress was now dirty. Two knights holding her equally on both sides as she struggled to be set free, begging for them to let her go. Fitzs and Jemma run in gasping in shock at what happened.

Shaw glared, “So daughter you are. You disobey me, run away on your wedding day and embarrassed the Kingdom over some foolish love. Your supposed to marry him today!”

“I don’t love him.” She yelled back.

“Quiet!”

“You don’t know anything about connections.”

Fitz spoke up and stood in front of his father in defense of Snow and said, “She’s right father, she doesn’t love me. Nor do I love her. I love Princess Jemma Forest Red, Amara Snow White’s sister, and she loves me.”

Midas looked between the love birds and the young princess yelling at Shaw. He sighed, “Leo, son, I choose Snow because she took charge! She helped save us that day.”

“And so did Jemma! She was the one who signaled to her to take the bow and arrow, keeping a protective hand over me the whole time and thought the same thing as all of us. She is meant to be my way, she is smart, kind and patient. Everything you could ever me to marry. King Shaw just wants our money forcing this marriage onto us.”

“Son the wedding preparations..”

Jemma followed up, “We can have it changed. I can help plan an even more timely wedding and focus on the good for the kingdom..I love your son, Midas. I didn’t speak up before because I was scared what you might say, I was trying to be respectful of the whole situation but I can’t stand by my friend being hurt and the man I love marrying someone else.”

Midas gaze fell onto the trio of young royals, realizing the huge mistake was made here and he should’ve seen past it all in the first place. He apologizes to his son and the girls for the hardships they must’ve been doing to keep this a secret. Jemma took one look at her newfound sister and nodded saying that Shaw has made us into what he became, inflected hurt and tiredness towards the two of them that he should be locked up for his crimes. Amelia smiled at the two of them taking a stand and helping her out. Midas listened well and good, as his knights ripped Shaw away from the room as his groans and shouts could be heard from down the halls.

Jemma and Fitz rushed helping up from the ground as the trio hugged tightly.

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Once the long and hard work overdue in the castle, Snow excused herself from the round table by dinner and entered her bedroom in deep silence. She had tried to make an effort to convince Midas to let her leave the castle walls by morning to find her own true love and the man agreed to let her go, ordering his men to have a horse in the stables waiting for her by dawn.

Snow looked out the window as she clinging onto her chest hoping Nicholas will find her in time and not have her be trapped in this place forever. Some of Shaw’s men stayed behind keeping a watch on the princess threatening her if she left, there will be no more room in the world for her to hide.

She sighed looking over her shoulder to notice a plate of fruit resting on her nightstand, she half smiled assuming that it was one of the lady in waiting who set her up a late night snack for late, walking over she saw a small gathering ranging from blueberries to cherries.

But the one of caught her eye was the juicy red apple that was waiting for someone to come and take to their pleased mouth. Snow picked it up and took one thick crunchy bite of the apple humming at how delicate yet delicious it was.

Suddenly her eyes rolled back to the back of her head as her body hit the floor in a deep breath. Without a second doubt her unconscious body was gulped down in a huge black cloud dissolving from the room and reappearing in a dungeon.

A pair of brown eyes dressed in black leather and dark boots within that castle watched her with a smirk from his mirror.

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Will Charming save the princess from her slumber, recognizing he’s been that same place before? 

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

The Doomsman’s wrath

Pairing: Námo x Original Fem. Character (Teleri/Falmari Elf)

Themes: Angst

Warnings: Murder | Death | Blood | Loss | Revenge

Word count: 1.5 k

Summary: During the Kinslaying at Alqualondë, Námo loses someone very precious to him.

Minors DNI

Rules and tag form can be found here.  This was inspired by these HC's written by @edensrose

Námo dreamed of her, as he often did.

His dream would start as they always did, by the sea. Námo would come upon her walking along the beach, collecting pretty seashells for her jewelry. She had flowers woven into her braid. Bright pink and white, they stood out against shiny, raven-black hair. The air was sweet with their scent. Her dress—silken wisps of white and blue—moved with the wind. Námo was content to follow and watch. He knew she would turn and smile at him like she always did. They would walk hand in hand and watch while the light from the two trees spread out all over the sky. He would return with her to the cottage he had come to call home. They would shut out the world, and he would take her into his arms. Hear her sigh his name. Watch her smile when he whispers hers. Lissëndë. So named for her sweetness of temper. She brought light into his world and scattered the gloom that had been a constant in his existence. Námo adored her more than anything. Even during the chaos that followed after the destruction of the trees, he came to her.

His dream slowly turned into a vision. Námo found himself standing on that same beach, only now everything was shrouded in black mist. The lamps of Alqualondë had dimmed. Their brilliance could not be seen. Terror and an unspeakable dread filled him as he walked up the familiar path to the city proper. A flash of light caught his eye. There was a loud whoosh as flames burst into life, vivid orange, yellow, and gold spreading their ominous light and scattering the inky mist that blocked his sight. The heat was so intense that he felt it, even in his vision. The inky black murk cleared, and he recoiled. 

There was blood everywhere. All over paved paths and stone walls, even on the doors and windows. The tips of arrows glinted wickedly in the light of those blazing fires. It was futile, as those who set them loose were no match for sword, mail, or armor. The bitter song of steel rang loud and clear, as did the cries of the wounded and the dying. Námo witnessed it all. He watched as ships were taken by those bearing the eight-pointed star of the house of Fëanor. Those who tried to stop them fell before their swords. Námo looked on in growing despair. Elves were turning against other elves. Terror and chase reigned. Those same elves that bore the sign of the House of Fëanor went in search of more to slay. The lust for blood and violence were upon them. Námo opened his eyes and fled his throneroom. He knew he had to leave. He had to go to her before it was too late.

His knees buckled under the force of the vision. Every time Námo rose to his feet, his vision weighed down on him again, rendering him weak. More images came, distinct and fast. Swords fell on the unsuspecting. The acrid stench of smoke and worse filled the air. Elves in plated armor made their way to the beach, their swords drawn. Námo looked back over his shoulder. She was here. Lissëndë was here. He felt her heart thumping wildly and her breath grow frantic. He felt her terror as if it were his own. He saw her fleeing from them and how she stumbled in her desperation to find safety. She called out to him, her terror growing when he did not answer. The other elves rushed towards her. She stumbled again. A sword arced towards her just as she raised her hands. She screamed. 

No, he wanted to cry. No, no, no.

"Brother!" Irmo came to him, catching him just as he collapsed to his knees. "Brother, what is it? Is it the vision?"

So Irmo saw it too. "Let me go, brother!" he cried, his voice a terrified gasp. Námo could not delay, not for a moment longer. "Please! Let me go!"

"We cannot interfere!" Irmo wept for his brother. As much as it pained him, as much as he knew Námo would never forgive him, he kept his brother locked in his embrace, refusing to let go. If Eru wanted them to stop the bloodshed, he would have said so. Since he had not, they could not interfere. To do so would bring ruin on Námo's head. "This vision was shown to us only now for a reason! I cannot let you go!" 

Námo hated his brother then. "Let me go!" he pleaded. Tears of anger and despair stung his eyes. His cheeks soon grew wet with them. "I beg of you! Let me go to her! Please just let me go to her! I need to save her! Let me save her!"

"You cannot." Irmo felt his brother's very ëalar twist and contort in agony. They were siblings, the Fëanturi, and he felt his brother's pain as if it were his own. It was white hot and searing—a pain so acute he thought it might tear his spirit apart. He knew what it meant. "It is already too late."

Blinding rage gave way to the utter helplessness of despair. Námo wailed and clung to his brother, his cries echoing through the halls. He clenched his fists, weakly beating them against his brother's chest. She was gone. Lissëndë was gone. Her light had been cruelly snuffed out, and already he could feel his world plunging into darkness. Irmo held him, his own heart breaking for his brother. Lissëndë's fëa would make its way to his brother's halls, but it would take an age, if not longer, before it found peace again. That would torment Námo more than anything, watching her fëa struggle to find peace. 

"Come, brother," he said, helping Námo to his feet. The foul deeds of the Noldor had already been accomplished, Eru's will could no longer be tampered with. Námo could go to Lissëndë now. "Let me take you to her."

Námo did not remember leaving the halls. He did not recall the journey either. Irmo was swift. In mere moments, they had gone from the eastern shores to the smoldering ruin that was Alqualondë. The Maiar were already here, tending to the survivors and wounded and comforting the dying. Irmo kept him well away from the Fëanorions. 

Námo did not care a whit for the wounded or the dead. He saw nothing of the death and devastation that surrounded him. All that mattered to him was finding Lissëndë and performing the final rites. He would do it all himself, with his own hands. And when her fëa came into the great halls, he would guide her. It was the least he could do. He hoped she would forgive him for not saving her and for not being there during her final moments. Námo walked with his brother, arm in arm, until they reached a familiar beach. He let go of his brother and walked ahead, mustering what strength he had left.

There were bodies everywhere. White sand had been stained with the blood of the slain. Námo's Maiar were here, their forms hidden, shrouded in black cloaks. They were tending to the souls of the fallen. That was how he found her, being cleansed by one of his own. Fresh tears blurred his vision, for this stretch of beach was so familiar to him. This was where he met Lissëndë for the first time. She had been gathering seashells and humming sweetly to herself. Enraptured, he made himself known to her. This was where he asked to court her and where they kissed for the first time. This was where he pledged himself to her and made vows to her. The elder king himself was a witness to the ceremony, the stars had burned brightly in the sky. How Námo remembered. And how he ached. It was deep and crippling and threatened to drown him. 

"Leave us," he commanded, his voice thick with pain. "I will see to my consort myself."

The figure rose, their hood contracting at the folds as if they were tilting their head out of respect. Námo approached silently, gravely, slowly sinking to his knees when he reached the now lifeless form of his love. He took Lissëndë into his trembling arms and cradled her, feeling the last of the warmth that still lingered in her body. The flowers in her hair had blackened, their petals falling off one by one. Her deep amber skin had grown pale with the tinge of death. That sliver of warmth he felt disappeared like mist. Námo rose with her in his arms, silent in his grief. There was naught he could do but perform the final rites and await the arrival of her fëa. He pressed a kiss upon Lissëndë's brow and lifted his eyes.

White ships and white sails, as far as the eye could see. Fëanor's elves were making haste as if they were desperate to be as far away from the shores of Alqualondë as possible.  Fëanor himself turned, his gaze fixed upon the shore. His eyes filled with a rare fear when the Doomsman’s gaze locked upon his. 

Cowards, all of them. Námo watched while rage gathered around his heart like a terrible storm. He wanted to punish them, to make them suffer the most unimaginable torment for what they did. It was no less than what they deserved. Yet it was wrong for him to think so. He was the Judge, the Just. It was wrong of him to have such thoughts and to want to punish others. But still...

The veil dropped and glimpses of the future revealed themselves to him. He witnessed the misery and tragedy that awaited those who participated in this day's violence. They and all those born into their lines will not be spared. Their fëar will all come to his halls. Some of them will never be able to leave; their crimes would be too great for pardon. They will be dependent on him and his mercy. His lips slowly curled into a dark and twisted smile. 

Let them come, thought Námo. He returned to his halls, Lissëndë safe in his arms. He could already feel her fëa stirring. He needed to perform the necessary rituals and then welcome her to his home. Irmo stayed back to aid the others. Nienna and Estë would arrive soon. Námo took great care to conceal his thoughts, lest his siblings see and try to stop him. Let them come, and plead for mercy. I will show them. Oh yes, I will. The Doomsman never forgets. 

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[notyour-valentine]

A Fair Exchange XX ~ Aemond Targaryen x Reader/OC (Angst)

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Summary: Let's just say that the night doesn't go as planned - for anyone

Warning: bullying, blood, mention and threat of violence and death, mutilation, mention of torture and death, childbirth, injury, misogyny. Expect canon conforming tone and language. (18/21+)

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Previously

Part XX

Aemond couldn’t sleep.

His pain had almost entirely subsided, but he just couldn’t settle his racing mind. It had taken a lot out of him to stand before her and ask, and he had only dared to do so because he felt safe enough to ask her.

Her answers had been elusive, as a wave of discomfort had washed over her, to match with the turmoil he felt, but he had pushed once more and maybe pushed too far in his quest for answers.

In his live he had seen many walls come down and collapse, bending to the pressure of time or force, but never before had he seen one rise in real time.

Something had changed in her eye. Something had shifted and he had felt cold.

He had pushed and something had given. He had prodded and something had opened, but it wasn’t the answers he had hoped for.

And now he wished he hadn’t done it, or at least had let it rest or didn’t try to hold her back.

He had wanted his answers, needed them desperately but she had given him nothing of satisfaction and in exchange something had to give and like most things he noticed it only in it’s absence.

He noticed how cold her eye had seemed, and how she averted his gaze, how tense she had grown under his touch, how quick she was to join Rhaena.

None of this kind of behaviour was new to him. He had seen it before, during those years in King’s Landing, and in Storm’s End.

It was his own fault, after all he had summoned all the ghosts from their past, so in a way he had no right to complain of the icy cold they spread, even if it was in stark contrast to the warmth of her touch on his cheek.

He had allowed no one but the Maester to touch him there, to brush their stumbling and curious prodding fingers to that part of him that hurt the most.

There had been no pain when she had barely brushed her thumb over it, and that only made him ache more.

Tomorrow, he thought, he would ask her to come and he would apologise, not just say he was sorry. That hadn’t fixed things, he had seen it in her eyes, but he was determined to do better, even if it meant offering an explanation as well as an apology. Anything, as long as it bridged the abyss between them.

How curious, a mere few weeks ago he would delighted to push her into the darkness.

And now he found himself lying wide awake in his bed, repeating what he would say over and over again.

The moon was nearly completely vanished so there were only the stars giving little light - and the noise of the sea.

On King’s Landing it rarely drowned out the noise of the city, but here it was louder than anything, apart from a distant dragon’s shriek.

Otherwise, Dragonstone was quiet at night, the island and the castle.

And tonight was no different.

Still, the inner restlessness in him did not allow him to even close his eye.

Tonight, he couldn’t trust the silence.

Then, he heard whispers in the corridor and sat up, but before he could hear their meaning, Ser Erryk entered, in full Kings Guard amour, despite the late hour.

“Get dressed, my Prince.”, he ordered, a hand around the hilt of his sword.

“What?”, Aemond asked.

“Get dressed! Your presence is requested!”

Aemond stared out at the sky. It was still, apart from the sparkles, pitch black.

“N-now?”

He gave him a single, impatient nod and so Aemond quickly pulled a tunic over his head, and tightened a belt. Even without a weapon, he felt entirely naked without it.

As soon as his feet were in his boots, Ser Erryk urged him out.

His mind began to race for the reason. What could have happened for him to be summoned in the middle of the night?

Death, he had thought at first, but they had had aple chances for that, and knowing his uncle, it wound’t happen in the darkness but out there for all to see.

In his time in the cell he had had ample time to come up with all sorts of ideas for his demise, and none of them were hidden and quiet.

The need for questioning had also passed, as he had been away from home and council for too long.

That only ever left one possability, one important enough to send Ser Erryk for him.

“Is the Princess unwell again?”, he asked.

It had been a struggle for them to accept his aide, but he had proved himself. But either way, if they asked for him, it would have to be bad.

Instead of giving him an answer, Ser Erryk looked at him in confusion, and urged him onward, a hand on his arm as he quickened both their pace.

Aemond, however wanted to slow. Something was wrong.

There was no haste, no hassle. If something was truly so amiss for them to ask for him, he’d expect the whole castle to be up and on their feet, let alone Tyseleys, who was never far when his rider was in distress.

Instead, they were the only ones, with their witnesses being the silver stars and the red glow of the Dragonmont.

Then, Ser Erryk urged him down a flight of stairs.

This was not the way Jace had taken him, that day she had been limp in both their arms, coiling in pain.

“Where are you taking me?”, he demanded to know, planting his feet square.

“Shush.”

“What?”, Aemond asked in disbelief as he was pushed onward, around another corner entirely unfamiliar with.

“Don’t fret, my Prince!!”, Ser Erryk insisted, before pushing him towards a door.

Aemond’s heart thundered in his chest as he turned, ready for anything, but not this.

His eyes widened at the sight of the man, dressed in greyish robes of a Dragonkeeper with a hood over his head, but his eyes were dark and familiar.

“Ser Criston?”, he asked, breathlessly.

His lips curled into a smile as he pushed his hood back.

Then he reached for Aemond, wrapping his arms around his body, as Aemond did the same with him.

He looked like Ser Criston, felt like him, and smelled like him.

Thank the Gods, Aemond thought, it is really truly him.

Criston Cole’s hand reached up to cup his face, then looked him up and down, his dark eyes lingering on even the slightest traces of injury.

Then he patted his shoulder and smiled.

“Thank the Gods, my Prince.”, he said, offering him another smile. “I had feared much worse - the worst!”

It was worse, he thought, worse than I would have thought.

But at the same time it could have been much worse.

It took a moment for him to realise the situation.

Ser Criston was very truly here, and Ser Erryk, no Ser Arryk had brought him here.

“I am so sorry it took us this long, my Prince. We had a plan ready to rescue you from the dungeons, but then you were moved and we had to reset it all over again.”

He shifted uncomfortably, but was determined to banish thoughts of that from his mind.

They had come, he realised suddenly, to rescue me. To take me home. And they would know how it is in King’s Landing.

“How is Helaena? Tell me!”, he demanded, awaiting his answer with dread and desperation.

Criston Cole’s face twisted.

“As well as can be, I suppose.”

Aemond’s stomach fell. That was far from good, far even from acceptable.

“Your disappearance was difficult, but after a while she calmed. And then your messanges made her almost hopeful.”

Ser Arryk nodded eagerly.

“That and her dreams.”

It wasn’t nearly close to all he would know. He wanted to know about the strategy, about alliances, about his mother, and about Helaena. Everything about Helaena, what unnerved her, what calmed her, how her health was, and little Jaehaerys and Jaehaera too.

But that could wait, and it wouldn’t wait for long.

He was going home.

“Let us leave then!”, he insisted impatiently. He would be glad to see the end of Dragonstone, and would be fine never to set foot in it again.

Criston Cole nodded.

“Ser Arryk will take you down to the shore and row you along the coast to the Dragonmont, where Vhagar is resting.”

Vhagar - his girl.

That made his heart flutter just as much as the thought of Helaena did.

Yes, he would fly home to Helaena on Vhagar, free and powerful.

“Do not fly beyond Driftmark, my Prince. Wait there for me, for we shall certainly need a lift.”, Ser Criston said, adjusting his belt.

“Why wait?”, Aemond demanded to know. Hiding wasn’t a problem. Vhagar was so large, two grown men on her back would not be noted by the human eye, especially not in the dark, and no other dragon would dare approach.

“There is one more task I have to fulfill.”, he said, looking to Ser Arryk.

“There aren’t any special guards in front of their room. If you are quiet, and avoid the guards making their rounds, you should be able to get in and out the terrace without anyone noticing.”

Aemond glanced from one to the other.

“Understood. Thank you, Cargylle.”

With that, Ser Criston gave his shoulder another squeeze and nodded encouragingly.

Arryk glanced out to see if the air was clear and then gestured to Ser Criston to leave.

“What task?”, Aemond wanted to know as him and Ser Arryk rushed into the opposite direction.

He glanced over his shoulder but Criston had already disappeared from sight.

“You’ll see, my Prince. A special order.”

His answer was beyond unsatisfying, but he gestured for him to be silent as they continued on their way.

To anyone who may or may not see them, any guard or servant, he was still a prisoner, accompanied by Erryk and not his twin.

Still, the words rattled around in his head.

They - who was the they that shared a room? Daemon and Rhaenyra?

If Ser Criston really made for their bedroom he would need any help he got. Besides, the Rhaenyra would have a King’s Guard stationed in front of her door.

But apart from them, no one shared a room. Jace and Baela, Luke and Rhaena were all unmarried. All of his sister’s children had their own rooms.

Unless, he suddenly realised, his heart tightening in his chest, the little Princes.

“What is it?”, Arryk demanded as he noticed him slow down.

Before Aemond could answer, two guards passed him. Both familiar faces.

“Ser Erryk.”, they greeted, as Arryk nodded. “What are you doing with the prisoner?”

Ser Arryk’s eyes widened and so Aemond answered for him.

“The Princess sent for me.”

They exchanged a look and one of them shifted uncomfortably.

“Here?”

Aemond nodded and prayed that they would believe him.

They exchanged a look and one of them shrugged. “If that’s what she wants.”

Then they walked on, slowly, but they did.

His heart was thundering in his chest, as they continued on their way, as slowly and calmly as they could, desperate not to cause suspicion.

Aemond listened to their fading footsteps.

“Why would the Princess send for you?”, Ser Arryk asked in utter disbelief, wiping sweat from his brow.

“What?”, he mumbled, glancing over his shoulder.

“Why would they do that? Why wouldn’t they immediately grow aggravated after -”

“She lost her eye, and sometimes they have the wits to ask me for advice about it.”, Aemond said impatiently, torn between wanting to leave as soon as possible and having time for his own question: where in seven hells Ser Criston was headed.

Ser Arryk froze.

“They…they let you do what?”, he asked, as if Aemond had suggested the single most outlandish thing he had ever heard.

“Why not?”, he demanded, feeling a pang of insult in his chest, as if he too was questioning his abilities.

Ser Arryk paled.

“After Storm’s End…while we were relieved to see you so unharmed, as we had feared retaliation, we never would have expected that -”

He stumbled over his words, turned red, then pale again.

“I mean, even if they refrained from vengeance. We all know the kinds of people Daemon and Rhaenyra are, but one would expect that even they would be more cautious. After Storm’s End.”

He had already said that, Aemond realised, his skin itching with irritation.

“She took her own eye, Ser Arryk.”, he reminded the King’s Guard.

“Yes,”, he said, “but, it wasn’t the end of it, was it, my Prince?”

Aemond noticed the shift in his voice and the change in his demeanour, as if he was somehow afraid of him.

“What are you talking about?”, he demanded to know, feeling that the man had been dancing around something instead of saying it outright.

“Oh I don’t mean it like that, my Prince!”, he quickly said, offering him a poor attempt at a smile. “In war, things have to be done, even if they are unchivalrous. They are necessary when fighting the enemy.”

“Unchivalrous?”, Aemond snarled. That he had demanded Lucerys’ eye? The same thing his mother had done years ago?

Wasn’t it fair? Wasn’t it just for him to ask that, after all, Lucerys hadn’t even been punished in any way while he had -

Rage was burning up inside him. Years, years of suffering for him but as soon as it was a girl, the world would turn to pity when he hadn’t even be afforded sympathy?

“Wasn’t just the eye that was lost that night.”, Ser Arryk said, before reaching for his shoulder as if to comfort him.

“Tis not knightley, I have to admit, but it is also not uncommon. In war, many men end up doing things they would otherwise never do.”

Aemond wasn’t sure if it he understood. He understood the words, of course, and in any other context their meaning would have been clear but in this he must’ve gone wrong.

It didn’t make sense. He had been in Storm’s End and all the harm inflicted was by her own hand and that had been the extent of it. He hadn’t even laid a hand on her until she collapsed in front of the stairs, back when he had kept her head from crashing into the ancient stone.

His mind was running through all that had happened at Storm’s End, and since, while he repeated the same words over and over. It doesn’t make sense. His words don’t make sense.

Because the voice in his head was loud, he didn’t hear the running steps as soon as Ser Arryk did.

The two guards had returned, but they weren’t alone. Ser Erryk was with them and their lie out in the open.

“You!”, Ser Erryk snarled and stepped forward, almost ignoring Aemond, who felt painfully naked as blades were drawn all around him.

He didn’t even have a knife, and so he took the dagger from Ser Arryk’s belt.

It wasn’t as long or as light as his own, but it was a weapon at least. Finally.

“Erryk,”, Arryk said, stepping in between Aemond and his brother. “Aegon is the rightful King and you know it!”

A dark shadow flashed over Erryk’s face.

“You are nothing but a traitor and a turncloak!”, he screamed as he lunged at his brothers.

Their blades came together in a clash that made Aemond’s ears ring, but while the Cargylle twins were exchanging blows and insults, the other two guards made for him.

With a sword, he could have had a chance, but with only a knife he was outnumbered.

As he moved back, his eye glimpsed a torce at the wall.

Yes, if he couldn’t have Vhagar, he could still use fire, after all, the guards wouldn’t want to kill him.

As if in proof to his thoughts, one of them raised his blade to the level of Aemond’s chest.

“Surrender and you shall come to no harm!”, he insisted.

Aemond stretched his hands out, one with the knife, one without it. That hand could already feel the heat from the flames.

The torch was secured in an iron ring, and he knew he had little time to get it into his hand.

The flat of his hand collided with the underside of the torch, forcing it up so he could grasp enough of the hilt to tear it forth.

A few flames licked at his hands but that pain was nothing compared to the pain one of the guards felt as Aemond hurled it into his face.

He dropped his sword and fell to his knees, screeching in pain as a sickening smell filled the hall.

Aemond did not wait to see if he would succeed in patting out the flames as he picked up the sword, glaring at his opponent.

One glance had told him that Arryk and Erryk, were still locked in a fierce combat.

Arryk had a wound on his shoulder that was dripping blood, while Erryk had a gash on his cheek. Neither let it their wounds slow them down.

They moved so fast and recklessly, more focussed on hurting the other than protecting themselves that Aemond would have had to pick his time to enter the compat on Ser Arryk’s behalf.

But first he had another of the guards to contend with.

It had been a long time since Aemond had felt the weight of the sword in his hands, and so he was grateful for every minute of exercise he had done during his imprisonment.

The other man looked at him filled with uncertainty, and a hint of fear.

Aemond smirked. He had the advantage already. The guard could not kill him without dire consequences, but Aemond could very well cut him to a thousand little pieces and no one would bat an eye.

He lunged at the man, slashing at his chest.

The block of the blow was harsher than he expected due to lack of recent training, but Aemond didn’t let that slow him down as he jumped back quickly, ducking the counter that had the intention of stabbing his shoulder.

He spun so that he had him in his vision again. The armour, he realised, slowed him down, while Aemond was lighter on his feet.

The neck was exposed, as was the face and the hands. As were the knees.

He let the guard come forward, paried, ducked. And as he span away once more he left his sword outstretched at the risk that it would be slammed from his hand.

Instead it slashed leather and then skin.

The man cried out as he dropped to one knee, a puddle of blood forming immediatelly.

A victory, yes, but the slash hadn’t been as deep as Aemond had hoped and so the man rose again, even if stumbling.

He heard something behind him, but with one eye focussed on his opponent, he sensed the movement to late.

A harsh, blunt force hit him square in the back, making him stumble.

As he turned, he saw a familiar face and his blood froze.

The dark skin, the thick brows and petalled wide lips, that he remembered curled in a smirk.

Aemond had vowed not to forget any one of his attackers and now he was faced with one of them.

He was unarmed, his bare chest glistening in a thin sheet of sweat, and yet he didn’t even hesitate to grab Aemond and throw him against the wall with full force, one underarm against his throat, while the other hand had grabbed his wrist, slamming it against the wall again and again until his reflexes gave way and sent the sword clattering.

The other man was so close now, his face mere inches from Aemond. He could smell the sweat, the salt, and something that resembled a women’s perfume.

All the pain and humiliation came back from that night. Never would Aemond forget the feeling of their hands tugging at his hair, scratching his scalp, of their punches and their kicks, which were still preferable to the softer, more degrading touches.

With the memory of the touches, their voices came back too, every insult and every slur.

Aemond’s other hand still clutched the dagger and was about to drive it into the man’s side, but his attempt was swatted by a cry of warning.

As the man’s other hand shot down, stopping the dagger from slashing open his stomach and spilling his entrails, as it merely cut a line through his skin, Aemond’s head had snapped around to where the voice was coming from.

It was from over to the side, where the burnt man had stopped coiling in agony.

Someone was bent over him, someone who wasn’t a guard or a soldier, but who was painfully familiar to him.

He hadn’t seen her hair open since the days when she had looked more dead than alive. It was healthier now, open and filled with volume as it fell into her face.

With how pale she was in light of the man lying in front of her, the dark shade around her eyes made them stand out even more. Her lips were red and swollen and trembling at the sight.

She was wearing a whole lot of nothing, a dress which showed more than it concealed and she had even made it less by tearing off a chunk from the bottom to help with the man’s bleeding.

She was the last person Aemond thought would be here, and the last person he wanted to see.

Seeing the blood he had drawn from his attacker trickle down, she deserted the injured guard like a sack of potatoes and rushed over.

“I told you to stay back!”, the man snarled, making her freeze on the spot.

Why, wasn’t difficult, as the Cargylle twins were still locked in a furious battle, both now bleeding from more than a dozen cuts and gashes.

“Kick away his sword!”, he ordered, as if she was nothing but a common soldier, as if she wasn’t a Princess.

His voice was familiar but different. It was not the voice of the man who had been in there that night, Aemond realised, his heart thundering in his chest. But he was similar. Too similar.

She obeyed without hesitation.

“Now take the dagger.”

It was still lodged in Aemond’s hand, but his hand had been forced against the wall by the man, immobile by all the pressure he had put on it.

He had no right to tell her not to, as after all, he was a prisoner escaping. Still, he wished she didn’t, but when her hands tried to remove the dagger, he didn’t hesitate.

She stared at him with a mixture of shock and fear.

Was she scared of him, Aemond wondered. Didn’t she know that even if their roles were switched he wouldn’t harm her? He’d have to gag her though, tie her up and throw her into a corner, but he wouldn’t hurt her.

Aemond saw her move back to the injured man, crouching over him with concern and fear all over his face. He wondered if she had ever seen a man so maimed before, a man that very maybe could be dead.

But suddenly he remembered. He remembered the council meeting, and where Ser Criston intended to go.

He may not hurt her, but that didn’t mean that -

“Go down to the gate!”, the man ordered her again, as Ser Erryk took another wound. “Get more guards! Go!”

No, Aemond thought, that’s the wrong way.

He felt as if he was drowning in his thoughts. Telling her could be damning him, but not telling her could be damning them.

Fuck.

She was already halfway down the corridor, when something in Aemond snapped.

It was treason, yes, but the thought of her kneeling over them as she did over the guard was close to unbearable, for her and even for him.

So he called out to her, and prayed to all seven Gods and thirteen flames, that she had improved her High Valyrian and that she wouldn’t be too late.

“Jikagon naejot se tistākēlio hen aōha valonqari!”

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Part XXI

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A Call to War - Chapter 35, Lord Buchanan

Summary: Word comes of the beginning of the war and everyone prepares to leave, waiting only for the arrival of Quin from his honeymoon.

Length: 4.4 K

Characters: Lord and Lady Buchanan, Tom, Bren, Rhodes

Warnings: angst, fear of losing a loved one, further proof of Duke John Walker not being honourable.

<<Chapter 34

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After a wedding breakfast with several close friends Quin and his bride went into seclusion. The location was kept secret but the King admitted to Buchanan that a luxurious tent had been erected beside Angel Falls and guards posted at all the paths leading to the falls to keep the curious out. Meals would be delivered by one trusted servant and left for the couple to eat as they pleased. Buchanan remembered with fondness his and Ileana's brief sojourn there before being accosted by Prince Loke's men.

In Quin's absence the training took on a more serious tone as Buchanan divided the 1500 into almost equal parts and they engaged in mock battles with each other using wooden swords and padded staffs for close quarter fighting. In his talks with Lord Fury, Buchanan had learned much about the Duke's war experiences and the strategies he would likely employ. There was no question he would be a formidable opponent. He was still concerned about the lawless ones and when the coffee pedlar who had warned King Thorn appeared at the palace Buchanan brought him to the planning tent to share his knowledge of them and the other noblemen who had joined the Duke's forces.

At night, though he was tired both physically and mentally from the day's training Buchanan was devoted to Ileana. He always ate his evening meal with her, then sat in close contact talking about their time together. Their lovemaking took on sensuous overtones of lingering kisses and touches, more to satisfy the need of being together in the few days left before the force's departure. On the night before Quin's return to the palace was expected, a bird's piercing cry was heard outside and the King's falconer rushed to the doorway of Buchanan's tent to say a messenger falcon had been spotted nearby. Trained to find their recipient by the smell of the token they carried it was necessary for Lord Buchanan to step outside so his scent would circulate through the air. Quickly he dressed and left Ileana in their bed with a kiss.

He stood in the middle of the congregated tents of the force and gazed up into the night sky. Suddenly the sound of wings alerted him that the bird had found him and he extended his gloved arm and hand from his body. The exhausted creature landed on his hand then carefully walked up his arm placing its head nearer to his. Satisfied that the scent of the man matched the scent of the token it gave a cry and the falconer was able to grasp it and remove the message and the token from its leg. He handed them to Lord Buchanan then retreated with the prized bird to feed it and nurse it back to health for its next long journey. Bren came close with the battery light, watching as Buchanan opened the scroll. He called his three commanders into his tent, looking at all of them with gravitas.

"The war has started," said Buchanan. "Early this morning before the sun even rose, trebuchets began pounding King David's palace. The Duke doesn’t even respect the rules of engagement to wait until sunrise and send an announcement to begin hostilities. The king sent the messenger falcon at that time. Get the men prepared; allow them to go to the chapel or the brothel as I care not how a man prepares for death as long as he is ready for it. Break out the Prince's badges and make sure each of your companies fly his banner. I expect the Prince to have received this message as well. He likely will arrive here within a few hours of sunrise. Prepare to leave by noon."

All three commanders nodded at the receipt of their orders, leaving the tent to share the news with their men. Buchanan looked at the tapestry that marked the entrance to his sleeping quarters, fully aware that Ileana heard it all. With a heavy heart he entered the tented room and found her weeping silently. Sitting on her side of the bed, he gathered her into his arms stroking her hair and back. He never said a word because he knew they wouldn't comfort her. Then quietly he lifted her face to his and kissed her, while gazing into her eyes.

"I must inform Queen Camilla of this development." Ileana turned her face from his as he spoke. "My wife, please, allow me to tell a Queen that her King is engaged in battle. As the general of her son's forces it is part of my duty. As Quin's foster father it is my duty. As an honourable man it is my duty."

"Go then," she replied in barely a whisper. "Then do your duty to me, your wife."

She turned away again, refusing to look at him or speak with him. With a sigh he left her there then strode into the palace and knocked politely at Queen Camilla's suite. A servant answered, assuring him the Queen was awake. She did come out in her night dress and gown, standing regally as he delivered his news.

"I'm sorry to intrude upon your privacy at this hour, your Majesty," said Buchanan. "I have received the messenger falcon that the war has begun with a trebuchet assault against the palace. That was early this morning. The Prince has likely received the same message and I expect his return by mid morning. We plan to leave at noon."

"Thank you, Lord Buchanan," she said calmly. "Now please return to your wife as she likely needs comfort from you this night."

He bowed and left the room then hurried to King Steven's suite. The door was opened before he raised his hand, revealing his foster brother who ushered Buchanan in quickly.

"The falconer told me of the arrival of the messenger falcon," he said. "Has it started?"

"Aye, this morning," replied Buchanan. "A trebuchet attack against his palace before sunrise. I hope to leave by noon tomorrow."

"The Duke talks of traditions being restored, but doesn’t follow the most basic of them in his own dealings," said Steven, scornfully. His tone softened as he regarded his friend. "Go see to your wife. She needs you this night. We will see you off tomorrow, brother."

They clasped arms then Buchanan hurried back to his tent. The lights were out as he undressed in the dark. As he put his sleep shirt on he heard muffled words from Ileana.

"What is it?" he asked, while he got under the covers, reaching for her.

"Forget the sleep shirt," she said, lifting her head from under the covers. "I have."

Reaching his hand further under the covers he felt her warm skin instead of her night chemise. With a smile he removed his sleep shirt and embraced his wife with loving passion, thanking her for marrying him. Though her face was still wet from her tears she sought out his mouth with hers and kissed him with ferocity.

"I couldn't stay upset," she whispered when he pulled away, "not when it could be months before I saw you again. James, I'm sorry."

"Nay, love," he whispered back. "It is a terrible thing I do, to leave you now, and go off to war. I'm sure in your world it has happened as well but it is still a difficult thing for a man to do to the one who is his reason for living."

"Then love me tonight as if you were leaving forever," she whispered into his ear. "For this shall have to carry me through some difficult times."

Reaching for the battery light Buchanan turned it on and looked longingly at his wife in their bed. "Then I would see you as we join," he replied softly, "so your face in the throes of our passion would be imprinted in my thoughts forever."

They knelt before each other then embraced, kissing each other with abandon. Outside their tent the shadow of their lovemaking was visible so the guards stepped further away and requested passers by take a different route to their tent. Although the sounds of their great love were heard it wasn't acceptable for the display to be seen. An hour later when the light was turned off again the guards resumed their original positions keeping watch for their Lord and his Lady. In the morning they reported that all was well to the Watch Commander.

As he awakened in the morning light Buchanan watched his wife as he raised himself onto one elbow. Her chestnut hair was tousled and he gently ran his fingers through the tresses. Her eyes were still closed, displaying her dark eyelashes against the creaminess of her skin. On her ears he saw she was wearing the earrings he had given her during their courtship with the love rune spell on them. She must have awakened during the night to put them on in the dark.

"Remember me, I remember you," he whispered. "Love me, I love you. Always, my Ileana."

Quietly he left the bed and entered his dressing area where Tom was ready with his travel leathers. Silently the young man helped him dress, not speaking until he handed Buchanan his scabbard.

"My Lord, are you certain that you will not need me for this journey?" asked Tom earnestly. "I feel I am shirking my duty staying behind."

"I am certain," said Buchanan firmly. "Your place is at the castle, watching over my wife, as you did during the last asteroid pass. I will manage to change into my battle leathers by myself. In an hour I will return to breakfast with my Lady wife. Until then I will be with my commanders."

He left the tent and Tom looked towards the bedroom area, hearing the sounds of crying coming from it, and feeling sick for the distress Lady Buchanan was feeling at that moment. With a sigh he left the tent to get the water for Lady Buchanan's bath as Beth went to comfort their mistress. Others were at the bathing house, waiting for the hot water for their Lords and Masters as well. Many commented on what a fine morning it was, surely an omen for a good campaign. Tom grew more dissatisfied by the moment and when he had filled the small bath to its proper level, advising Beth it was ready, he sought out Bren, one of Buchanan's commanders. He was in the command tent with Lord Buchanan, his two counterparts and all the sub-commanders in attendance. Tom watched through the open flap of the tent, waiting for the moment when they were dismissed to their breakfast meal before he approached Bren. The older commander noticed the young man and finally turned to him, as it was not the first time the dresser had approached him.

"Young Tom," he stated, looking down at the shorter and slighter man. "He refused you again, did he not?"

"Aye," said Tom, "but I know in my bones that my place is with him. I have done all the training you requested of me and have mastered most of it. I am not afraid and I know that I can contribute. There is something I must do for him and I can't do it if I am back at the castle."

Bren looked at the young dresser sternly. Just days after his arrival at Buchanan's estate the young man had approached him, requesting to be allowed to train in the fighting arts with the other soldiers and recruits. It was unusual but Tom had explained that his appetite for it had been whetted during the defence of the castle from the extremists wishing to destroy the radios within. Since that time Bren had doubted that was the real reason but Tom's determination to be by Buchanan's side had struck a chord with him. It reminded him of his own longstanding devotion to Lady Falcon and her sister, Baroness Romanoff.

"Very well," he said finally. "I will provide you with a horse and battle gear, including the Prince's patch. You will be in my company but you must stay out of Lord Buchanan's way until that time when you are needed. If he catches you, then you are on your own in explaining your presence. Seek me out in the hour before noon."

Tom gave the old soldier a big smile and ran back to Buchanan's tent to prepare and serve the breakfast. Beth had just finished helping Lady Buchanan dress and joined him in the preparation area. She noticed his jubilant face and looked at him with alarm.

"You're going, aren't you?" she said. "You talked Bren into it."

"Aye," replied Tom. "You won't say anything either, will you my love?"

He put his hand on hers, and gently touched her hair. "No, I won't, Tom," she replied, pulling her hand away. "But we shouldn't have joined last night. What if I am with child? Who will marry me then?"

"I will," said Tom, pulling a crucifix from around his neck. "This is my troth to you, Elizabeth Redmond. It was given to me by my mother and is the most precious of my possessions. When I return we will marry and if you are with child I will claim it openly as my own."

He placed the chain around her neck and kissed her tenderly then touched her face gently. She nodded and they both returned to their duties to serve the breakfast. Both Lord and Lady Buchanan were conciliatory with each other, neither wanting this last meal together to be undertaken in sadness or anger. Just as they finished it was announced that the Prince and his bride had returned, making their first stop at Lord Buchanan's tent.

"You received the message, sir?" asked Quin, holding Isabella's hand tightly in his own. "It arrived shortly before we retired last night. I would have come but the guards said it would not be safe to travel through the forest until this morning."

"Aye, I received it," said Buchanan. "I have prepared everyone to leave at noon. If we travel at a good pace we can clear the forest before nightfall and be well set up for the next day's ride. Your mother, the Queen, is aware of the plan."

Quin nodded. "Very well," he said. "I will venture into the castle, say my goodbyes to my family then return to prepare to ride at noon."

Together the young couple made haste towards the castle leaving Buchanan and Ileana alone. Tom brought Buchanan's saddle bags, already packed with his battle leathers, ammunition, nightshirt, and rations. Ileana reached into the pocket of her dress and brought out the jewelled crucifix Buchanan had given her before they married. He took it in his hand and looked at it fondly.

"Take this and wear it or at least keep it on you," she said.

"I already carry a talisman of you," he replied, reaching inside his shirt and pulling out the black lace from the skirt she wore when she woke up in Greenwood Forest. "I have kept it next to my heart always. But I will carry this as well."

He placed it around his neck and kissed her tenderly. Magnus was brought to the tent and although he stood quietly enough as Buchanan loaded the saddlebags, it was evident the great horse knew that a call to action had been made. His whole body seemed poised to charge into a gallop at his master’s command. Ileana ran back inside the tent, coming back with two halves of an apple. She offered the first half to Magnus then leaned her head close to the large head of the horse.

"You promise me you'll keep him safe," she whispered, her mouth close to his ear as he bent his head towards her.

The great horse nickered gently at her and pushed into her shoulder. Giving him the second half of the apple she leaned into Magnus' neck and put her arms around him before stepping back. Buchanan clasped her hand with his and together they led Magnus out to the staging area where others were also gathering. The three commanders and 15 sub commanders were also present as was Sir Archer Barton and his company of archers. Soon Quin Torres appeared in his travel leathers, holding his saddle bags, with Isabella at his side. He loaded his saddle bags then kissed her with great feeling as Buchanan kissed Ileana in a similar fashion. Well back in the group of soldiers in Bren's company Tom looked to see if Beth would come out and when he saw her smiled, knowing in his heart that she was worth returning home to. As the order was given he went over what the Scarlet Sorceress had charged him to do. According to her it would be the only way Lord Buchanan could return home alive. For Tom that was worth the possibility that he might be killed. He looked to the young prince as he mounted his horse then stood on top of the saddle so that all might see him. That horse stood perfectly still as Quin addressed the force. Even with his young age, it was evident that the prince had the blood of a warrior and commander flowing in his veins.

"I look out on an army of 1500 men, and women," he said loudly in a voice that all could hear. "Some may not return but that is the price a soldier is willing to pay. That is the price I am willing to pay that I offer my life to protect my father's kingdom from a man who would be a tyrant endangering everyone. All of you have volunteered and that has humbled me that you would follow an untested boy, for I am but 18, into war. But we do have a general that many of you have served with, and three battle tested commanders that you trust, and 15 sub commanders that you know. If ever you question your commitment to me then think of your commitment to these others who have also agreed to be part of this force. Think of your commitment to the soldier standing next to you for you are all comrades in arms. Without further delay I bid you all to mount up and unfurl the banners of the North Star and Coyote."

He smoothly dropped himself into the saddle to the smiles of Buchanan and the three commanders. There had been no consultation on his speech to the assembled before they left but his words rang true and the soldiers mounted their horses with purpose. As they rode past the palace all of the nobility watched from the parapet, many of them saluting their own soldiers who formed part of the force. It took some time before they all passed but eventually the palace was left behind them and they were truly on their way. Quin looked to Buchanan, at his side.

"Thank you for what you told me about women," he said so only Buchanan could hear him. "We both were nervous but we talked through it. The wedding night and the honeymoon will stay with me forever. Truly, we are well matched and think alike on so many things."

"I am glad to hear it," said Buchanan. "Now that you have spent time at Angel Falls do you prefer it or Bridal Falls?"

"They are both special places to me," replied Quin. "I won't pick one over the other. This country is truly beautiful but now I find myself longing for the plains of the northern part of my father's kingdom, and the desert of the southern part. I just hope there is still something left of it when we get there."

The look on Quin's face was one Buchanan had seen before, years ago when King Steven had finally amassed an army to go up against the Mad Titan. Buchanan had been but a soldier then, now he was a general, helping another young prince to fulfill his destiny. Preferring to think of it as a good omen Buchanan suggested they pick up the pace to get out of the forest before nightfall and Quin agreed, both of them urging their horses faster.

Back at the palace Ileana retreated inside the tent to calm herself. Rhodes requested entry and sat before her as she rested on a chair. Already, he was concerned at how a light seemed to have been extinguished within her with the departure of Lord Buchanan.

"Would you like to leave immediately M’Lady, or on the morrow?" he asked. "The King has offered some soldiers to escort us back. If we break camp now it will be still be dark when we arrive so I would counsel to leave in the morning."

"Morning is fine," she replied, a little distracted. "Rhodes, you've been there for the training. What are their chances?"

"As good as any force," he said. "The recruits were eager and took instruction well from the veterans. It will be a good balance. The addition of Thorn's 250 experienced soldiers will be a great addition overall. M’Lord is a seasoned soldier and well respected by many. He will return. I have faith in that, M’Lady."

Ileana smiled slightly and thanked Rhodes. He left to coordinate the logistics of breaking down their tents in the morning. She sat with her hands clasped over her belly, trying not to let the fear that slunk in the shadows of her mind, sink its claws into her. A servant from the palace appeared with an invitation from the Queen to spend the rest of the afternoon and dinner in her presence. Accepting the invitation she stood and walked outside through the now empty encampment. Without the 1500 soldiers it seemed like a ghost town to her and she found the hairs on the back of her neck raising at the eeriness of it all. Part of her wished she had told Rhodes to leave immediately. When she entered the Queen's private reception room Peg came immediately to her.

"How are you holding up?" she asked, as she put her arm around Ileana's shoulders. "This is different than when he went to battle against Prince Loke. This is much more intense, even for me. I can't imagine what you're feeling right now."

"I'm in limbo," said Ileana. "There's nothing else that describes it. I'm sad, afraid and I just can't seem to be interested in anything."

"Stay here with us," said Peg. "We can send for Livia."

"No, I'm going back tomorrow," said Ileana. "I need to feel at home and I promised James I would manage the estate in his absence. I can't go back on that now. Have you seen the sorceress?"

"No, she hasn't been around much," answered Peg, sounding a little puzzled. "I thought for sure she would be around for the wedding as she does like a party but she seems to have gone into retreat."

"How is Isabella holding up?" asked Ileana. "Three days with Quin isn't enough. I know I only had the wedding night but we were together before that."

"She's brave," said Peg. "They're staying here for a couple of days then will return to her estate with the Queen and the Princesses. My girls adore them and I think the feeling is mutual. Those four girls have never had such freedom as they've had here. We may have let that genie out of the bottle. I have to give Queen Camilla credit. She could have kept them cooped up in her suite but she's been open to them experiencing life as we know it. I think she looks forward to changing things in their kingdom."

Ileana smiled and for the remainder of the afternoon they spoke of many things. Occasionally they were joined by King Steven, and even Queen Camilla herself who felt much the same as Ileana did. When dinner was announced it was a casual affair and the conversation was kept on things other than the war. When it was over Ileana excused herself to return to the tent, wanting some time to herself. Before she reached there Rhodes came to her.

"M’Lady, I have looked everywhere for Tom and he is nowhere to be found," he said. "I have asked your dresser Beth where he is and she won't answer. She just cries and clutches at her crucifix. You must talk to her."

Ileana entered the tent and found Beth seated on one of the chairs in the reception area. She waved Rhodes away although he stayed close by outside the tent.

"Beth, do you know where Tom is?" asked Ileana calmly.

"Yes, M'Lady," replied Beth in a frightened voice. "He made me promise not to tell until it was a certain time."

"He made you promise," restated Ileana. "Where is he?" Beth looked at Ileana again as she clutched at the crucifix that her mistress suddenly realized belonged to Tom. "Beth, tell me the truth, now."

"He has gone with the company," she said. "He kept begging Lord Buchanan to go with him. He's been training as a soldier on his off times without either of you knowing."

"Why would Tom just go and not say anything?" asked Ileana, still trying to remain calm.

"He was shown a vision," stammered Beth. "If he wasn't with Lord Buchanan at a certain time then M'Lord would die. Tom has to help him so he lives and returns to you."

"Why are you wearing Tom's crucifix?" asked Ileana gently. "Is it a token of his love for you?"

Beth nodded her head wordlessly. "We joined last night, in my bed," she said. "He gave me this and pledged to marry me upon his return. If I carry his child he said he would openly claim the child as his. We have resisted feeling this way, M'Lady but with him set on leaving I just ...."

Beth burst into tears again and Ileana held her. She couldn't be angry at Tom if he believed that strongly that he could save James from death then she would take him at his word. But she was concerned that he hadn't married Beth before he left as it wouldn't have taken long with Erasmus still in the castle. She would protect the young woman as best she could if Beth was pregnant. It raised one more question. If the Sorceress shared the vision with Tom why hadn't she told Ileana about it? Where was she?

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