#Honor Amongst Wolves

[xetlynn]

Twilight Imagines- Jasper x Reader

Curiosity

[Masterlist]

Requested by: @futurequeen2018-blog

“Are you sure you want to come?” Bella asks me as we had just gotten into her truck. “Isn’t this against your guys' agreement or something?” Starting up the vehicle but also not glancing my way. I hum softly, not really knowing how to respond. It is against the treaty to go on one another’s land they claimed. 

Technically on the other hand if they get permission it is different. And I have permission from the one and only. Carlisle Cullen. I know my family would be angry. 

Very angry. But what they don’t know won’t hurt them. “Just go, questions will be answered in due time.” I joke with Bella, snapping my seatbelt on. Surprisingly she takes it and reverses out of my mother’s driveway. 

The only reason I got permission from the vampire was because I was with Bella when Edward came over. I pleaded with her boyfriend to let me talk with his “dad.” I needed to know their side of the story. Everyone’s history. I believe my people of course. I had to know more. I got to call the sculpture of a man. His voice was sultry, smooth and almost angelic. I felt safe instantly and I now understand why Bella trusted them so. 

I explained my curiosity, my interest in learning about them, he told me the dangers. On both sides. I knew what I was getting into. It wasn’t difficult to push though, with a sigh from him he told me I was welcome to come over with Bella, to keep it a secret. 

“We’re here.” Her voice startles me, my eyes widen but I quickly calm myself. Giving a small smile and exiting the loud red vehicle. “Oh.” I mumble, slamming the door shut behind me. Four of the Cullen’s were already outside to greet us. Edward rushed to his lover as I walked toward the other three. Carlisle reaches a hand out and I take it. Curtly shaking it, then letting it drop to my side. “An honor, [Name].” He nods his head, I do the same. “Thank you.” I say. 

“This is Esme and Emmett.” He introduces me to the pretty duo beside him. His wife and other “Son.” Esme gives me a gentle smile, not offering her hand though. “Nice to meet you again.” 

Oh, right. We’ve met before. “Yes, it is.” I attempt a smile but now I’m beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea after all. “Don’t go all wolf on us now, come inside.” Emmett’s voice booms loudly, motioning for me to follow him. I glance back to Bella’s red truck then over to Carlisle who gives me a reassuring expression. I let out a breath, letting my feet take over. 

As beautiful as their house is outside it’s even more gorgeous inside. I soak everything in, my eyes wandering everywhere. I notice the other three Cullen’s in the living room as we get to the kitchen. They were talking amongst themselves. The blonde’s beauty was almost overwhelming and then my eyes landed on the other girl. Her eyes are already piercing into mine. 

Once she sees me look at her she gives me a genuine smile which I wasn’t expecting. I smile back, shortly waving. As I went to look at the guy he was walking away. Seemingly… upset? “Hi, I’m Alice! You strangely don’t smell awful.” The girl from before is now in my face and I take a step back, alarmed. 

“...hi, and thanks?” I shyly respond. Jacob told me they despised wolves, why are they being so nice to me? “It is weird that you smell decent.” The blonde interjects the conversation that I think I was going to have with the short brunette. “Um- I don’t know how to respond to that.” I awkwardly chuckle, avoiding eye contact with them. 

“I thought it was just going to be Carlisle and I.” I rub the back of my neck, changing the subject. I didn’t expect to meet everyone. Well almost everyone since that one guy didn’t want to meet me. For some reason it kind of hurt my feelings? I don’t understand why. 

“That is what was supposed to happen but they are nosey. Felt entitled to meet you.” Carlisle steps in, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Oh, well if they want to stay for the time being I don’t mind hearing everyone’s side of things. That’s why I’m here.” I smile, folding my arms in front of my chest, mainly to comfort myself.  “If you’re alright with it.” He repeats, I glance at everyone who was kind of staring me down. I swallow thickly, looking back up to him. “It’s fine.” I almost whisper. “Let’s go to the couch, to get more comfortable.” Esme leads the way into the living room. “I’m Rosalie by the way.” The beautiful woman says, nudging my arm. “[Name].” I say back. 

We all sit down as a group, except Emmett who stays standing behind his wife. Rubbing her shoulders every now and then. 

And this is kind of how it’s been since that day. We talk in the living room of their house, telling me their stories. Carlisle always has more to say due to being the eldest out of all of them. Hearing the heartbreaking things they’ve been through to be who they are now just makes me not understand why we hate them so much. Not all of them are evil, just like not all humans are evil. It’s a 50/50 chance to meet someone bad. You never truly know who you are going to meet. It’s scary but that’s the price of living. Or not living in their cases. 

Everytime I come over, there’s that one guy who always leaves the house. I learned his name is Jasper. There’s only been two times where he has stayed, It’s not for a long time either. For thirty minutes at most and it seems like if I look at him too much he tenses up and that’s what causes him to leave. I ask Rosalie and Alice about him quite a bit. Curiosity getting the best of me. Emmett makes fun of me, telling me I have a puppy crush on him. Insulting if you ask me. 

Alice always tells me it’s nothing personal with him; he just has a hard time opening up to people. Especially when he finds them interesting himself. Or threatening and I hope it’s the first one because I only want to be his friend. Like I became with the three, more Rosalie, kind of Emmett as well. 

Alice has been leaving with Jasper more recently, I don’t know why. She didn’t explain it but I can tell something serious is going on. Something to do with Bella. No one will tell me anything though. I think it’s because of me being a wolf. 

With that being said it’s also been hectic at the Rez. Paul, my cousin keeping a closer eye on me. Making me stay with the pack to train. Again it is kept a weird secret against me. Until I found out from Jacob and Leah talking. Some vampire is making an army of newborns to kill the Cullen’s. Wanting Edward and mainly Bella dead. They’re tracking her scent and everything, someone’s been in her room. 

When I found out I ran to my car, driving to the Cullen's place, I didn’t know someone was following behind me though. Shoving my gear shift into park I run up to the front door, knocking like a mad man. The door opens and I immediately begin talking. “Why didn’t anyone tell me that’s what we’re training for? Supposedly I was training to literally do nothing too.” I glare at the person before me. It was Jasper. When my eyes landed on him something felt different. The world getting brighter. My heart rate quickened. My breathing stunted. “I- What?” I whisper, before I can say anything else though I hear a scoff behind me. 

“Are you kidding me, [Name]!?” My cousin Paul shouts behind me, Jasper and I look at him with wide eyes. “I don’t know what happened! Wait! Calm down!” I step off the porch, Jasper right next to me, trying to explain what I just did. We’ve never even talked to one another and I just imprinted on him. How stupid am I? Can a wolf even do that with a vampire? Is that natural? Is that okay? 

“You imprinted on a vampire, [Name]. What the fuck is wrong with you?” He screams in my face, Jasper places a hand on my cousin’s chest. “Hey, it’s not her fault and you know that.” He sticks up for me. I tense up as Paul glares at him. “Don’t touch me, freak.” He shoves the guy. I feel my skin get hot. 

“Don’t touch him!” I scream and push Paul back, causing him to stumble. 

All of a sudden I’m not onto the steps of the porch, hurting my back. I look back to see the Cullen’s getting in defensive stances. My eyes go back to the guys in front of me. Paul backs up and I think he’s going to walk it off but instead he runs back toward Jasper, shifting into his wolf form. Jasper braces himself for impact but I quickly get up shifting in my own form. Attacking Paul from the side. 

Both of us get up after rolling in the dirt. I shake it off, getting in front of Jasper protectively. Baring my teeth at my cousin. Snapping when he gets too close. “You’re going to fight for him over your own family!?” He questions me. “He’s my mate now, I have no choice.” I growl. He gets close to me but I snarl. Standing my ground. “It’s in our rules. You can’t harm my imprint, Paul.” I remind him. He attempts to get at me again but when I don’t move he pauses. Not responding to me. Just staring me down. I do the same, not losing my stance. Then suddenly he huffs, running off. 

I look back to the Cullen’s whimpering as an apology, bowing my head down. Closing my eyes. Not believing the mess I just made. How could I imprint on Jasper? Why did I have to do that!? He probably resents me now, I screwed up my every chance of being normal to him. 

“It’s okay, hun.” A country accent rips through the air, a hand petting under my chin and I look up to see Jasper giving me a gentle smile, his dimples forming. “You did nothing wrong, [Name].” Edward tells me, shocking me. I just wish I was in my human form but I know if I shift back I’ll be naked. 

“Go get her a blanket.” Jasper says, as if he was reading my mind. I know he can feel my emotions, but not read my thoughts like Edward. Alice comes toward me with a large blanket, wrapping it over me back giving me enough privacy to go back to my human form. 

When I do I grip the blanket, covering myself. “Thank you.” I huff, feeling sweaty and gross. “No problem, love.” Jasper helps me up, keeping an arm wrapped around me. “I understand if this is weird for you.” I automatically say to him. He breathes out a quiet laugh. 

He looks around at the others, giving a look as if to tell them to leave us for a moment. They do so, going back inside. “We never even spoke and now we’re supposed to be mates.” I drop my head, embarrassed with myself. “It’s definitely interesting.” He squeezes me closer to him. 

“Don’t you find it weird?” I ask, hiding my face in the blanket, we both sit down. “Mm, I was fond of you before you imprinted. I think this just gives me a push to get to know you.” He tells me, I gasp quietly, still hiding my face though.

“You were?”

“Yeah, nerves got to me, I couldn’t read your emotions when you looked at me. You were happy when you spoke to everyone but when you looked at me it was confusion..? I don’t know.” He explains. It grows quiet as I begin to register what he’s telling me. “Can I see your face?” He asks. I slowly do it, looking up at him. 

“You’re embarrassed.” He states. My face grows warm. “Who wouldn’t be in my position? I’m naked and I just imprinted on this handsome guy that also happens to be a vampire?” I dramatically explain, almost dropping the blanket but he lifts it back on my shoulder before that happens, leaving me with an even warmer face. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m happy with what happened.” He stares into my eyes to prove his being genuine. “Are you sure?” I quiz. 

“Positive.” He snickers. “Can I kiss you?” I blurt out, only making him laugh more. “Yes, you can.” 

I reach out with a covered hand and touch his face, pulling him into a kiss.

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I'm super sorry this took forever to come out, I've been busy with another move, along with a bunch of other personal stuff. I have been working on writings during this time I just haven't had time to edit and post it. Expect a few things to be posted within these next few days. Hopefully at least:)

[druidwolf21]

Interrogation

I said I'd do it

I'm doing it

Smut below

CW:rough handling

Wolf priest/f!reader

I guess he's an OC now????

@jaghatai-khock @beckyninja @lemon-russ @moodymisty @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @artemisareia

Smoke, hot and tinged with iron filled your lungs, clouded your nose and stung your eyes. Flashes of movement just out of your vision drew your attention before a firm hand pushed your head back down. Your feet dragged across cold cobbles as you shuffled along the cold brick corridor until you were brought before a large wrought iron door. You were heaved gracelessly through the door, palms scraping the rough floor as you fell forward and hurried to rise back to your feet scowling around the dank room.

The walls were grey, or just worn, you couldn't tell in the faint flickering light of the lit bracket to your side, each gentle breeze causing shadows to dance along the crevices of the stone interior. A thick oak desk sat bolted to the corner next to a metal bedframe, a flimsy decaying mattress barely covering the rusted springs. Your eyes finally trained on your jailer as he entered the room.

He closed the door with a loud clang and slowly turned to face you. You were met with a cold red stare of a fenrisian wolf skull, sharp toothed and stark white in the dark. The iron lower jaw welded shut in a jagged line of fangs and steel. Runes cast in ethereal blue coiled around the eye socket and crest of the bone. You recoiled as the long muzzle cocked to the side, a low metallic growl echoing through the bone. The hulking mass of cybernetics and metal looming over you in the gloom.

Ashen Ceremite groaned as his armoured hands raised to his head, releasing his helm with a hiss of decompression. His hair, trimmed short at the side, was twisted into a long dirty blonde braid down the crown of his head accentuating a handsome young face, marred only by a long scar across the bridge of his nose to the corner of his slightly down turned lips. His cropped beard hugged a tight jawline and eyes of sapphire blue stared down at you, wide and bright as they reflected the poor light of the torches.

You swallowed dryly as he stepped forwards, a scowl gracing his chiseled features as looked down at you.

"you will answer all questions immediately, you will not speak unless directed to, do you understand" he barked, his voice thick with a fenrisian growl.

You nodded, eyes wide as he prowled towards you and grabbed your chin, wretching your gaze to meet his own.

"you are aware why you are here, thrall?" He shook your jaw roughly when you didn't respond right away. "Answer"

"yes, my lord, you believe there may be a traitor amongst the serfs"

"correct" he growled, releasing your chin, your eyes still trained on his carved features as he spoke. "A data slate has been stolen and when I find who took it.." His teeth bared in a snarl, his threat hung in the air.

"now tell me where you were evening last"

"my lord, I was in the armoury, I was cleaning lord ragnars armour"

His blonde brows twitched in recognition at the name and he stooped low, almost eye to eye.

" The black wolf?" He took your head in his hand again, this time gently, turning your head too and fro as if inspecting you. "And what did you do to earn such an honor"

You quivered in his grasp, eyes tearing up slightly as his fingers began to tighten.

"I don't know, my lord, I was feeding the wolves one day and he found me, told me I was assigned to him now"

His fingers were now bruising tight around your mouth as he continued to eye you up, you felt heat rising in your cheeks, feeling like a mouse caught by a cat.

You staggered slightly at the sudden release as the astartes rose back to his full impressive height and stepped back, his eyes never leaving you as he nodded to himself, his hand resting on his own chin, as if in thought.

"my lord please I would nev.."

Your breath left your body as a clawed gauntlet found your throat, lifting you and slamming you against the desk your backside sliding onto the cold metal.

"Be silent" he hissed, his face inches from your as he held you. His fingers squeezed your throat to emphasize his demand

You moaned into his touch.

The room fell silent.

Embarrassment flushed your system, turning your pink cheeks scarlet as you pawed at his forearm. His glacial eyes had turned dark as he looked down at you, writhing under his grip, lips parted in a slight pant as you desperately tried to press your legs together, only to be stopped by his own thigh pressed between them when he grabbed you.

"my lord"

Your breath hitched as he leant in close, taking a strand of your hair between his fingers as he inhaled your scent, his other hand remaining firm on your throat as he nosed into your neck. His index and ring finger trailed from your hair, tentatively tracing a line down your side before his palm came to rest at your hip.

He pulled back from your nape, gazing down into your teary eyes, his pupils dilated to darken his returning stare.

"perhaps I should see why blackmane is so interested in you" he muttered, his hand dropping from your neck to caress your thigh. Your heart pounded in your chest as his face grew closer and you closed your eyes and sighed into him as his lips met yours, far gentler than you expected. You reached tentatively and tangled your fingers into his braid and clipped hair, feeling the beads and silver rings he had tangled into his yellow mane as you played with the texture. His tongue ran across your lower lip and you parted to his touch, savoring the flavour of wood fire and mulled spice on the heat of his tongue as he tasted you.

He pulled away from your lips and you huffed, leaning towards him chasing his taste of smoke and sweet honey mead.

"Ulryk" he murmured, fingers teasing the edge of your dress. "My name is Ulryk"

His fingers gripped the material and suddenly hoisted it over your head, leaving you naked to the chill of the cell. Your nipples stiff and pebbled against the sudden cold, you gasped as a fanged mouth found them, his hot tongue running across your sensitive nubs and his canine grazing you skin

A low moan was pulled from you as his groping hands gripped high up your thigh and he paused, leaning away from you with an inquisitive look in his eye. He trailed his sight down your bare body until he noticed the faint wet shine between your thighs.

Firmly gripping your legs, he pulled them apart and gazed at your slick. Ignoring your weak attempt to slide your legs back together to hide yourself, he ran a ceremite digit across your slit, cocking his head as you hummed at his touch. Dropping to his knees, he watched your wetness coat the metal as he continued to toy with you, a feral grin creasing his features as you shuddered when he found your clit.

"perhaps you are a traitor" he mused, running is index finger over your entrance "A slaaneshi whore sent to ruin us"

"n no I swear my lord I... aaahhh"

You cried out as he slid a single finger inside you, the size of the digit and the sudden chill ripped a yelp from you as you struggled to adjust.

"say my name" he growled, sliding his finger deeper inside you.

"Ulryk" you cried as he thrust in and out of you, embarrassment burying itself under the heated bliss you were feeling as he fucked his finger inside you, your hands clawing at his face as he leant in, tonguing at your clit.

He growled into your crotch as he tasted you, marveling at how his silvered finger disappeared inside your pink flesh. He felt you plush of your thighs pressing against his head as you squirmed, the coarse brush of his beard leaving red marks across your delicate skin as he devoured you. He slipped his finger from your wet, ignoring your weak protests as he replaced it with his tongue, twisting and swirling it around your cunt to savour your taste. His own arousal pressing painfully into his suit as he rutted angrily against nothing.

You lay back across the table, helpless as your body moved on its own, grinding into Ulryks face until giant hands pinned you still. You head fell to the side and you found yourself face to face with the helm he had worn in, bone shining in the now faltered embers.

The helm he had worn as he dragged you here to mask his face.

The face now buried between your thighs.

You gasped as you felt the knot in your gut beginning to unravel. Your back arched and your fingers pulled at the knots of Ulryks head as you came, crying out his name as your body twitched and spasmed under his ministration.

Ulryk moaned into your cunt, feeling your muscles contracting around his tongue as he lapped at you until you stilled. Listening to your panting breaths and admiring the sheen that covered your body, he rose back to his feet, swiping his gauntlet across his face as he reached over and grasped his helmet.

You lay still, gasping for air for a moment before propping yourself up on your elbows, body still flushed with arousal as you gazed up at the warrior before you as he reconnected his headgear with a buzz and vacuum of air.

The eyes flashed with a red light as his heads up display reconnected and his sight turned to you.

"I may have more questions for you" came the snarling mechanised voice. "I will find you soon to continue this ..discussion"

"at your pleasure, my lord Ulryk"

[imfoive]

Crystal Bird - Chapter 1

Crown Prince! Chan x Princess (fem.) Genre: Royal au! Angst, Romance, Historical, hidden identity, slow-burn Warnings: mentions of blood, war, death, cursing, somewhat proofread WC: 6.3k A/N: First few chapters focus on childhood so a little slow paced (I like to ramble). Based on a dream. Feedback is always welcome, enjoy! ── MASTERLIST

Synopsis: The Crown Prince is saved by the Princess of a rival kingdom, and he swears his second life to his savior. A forbidden friendship no one knew of, grows deeper with every secret meeting. As the two are kept apart, memories of their sunset playdates by the serene river, begin blossoming into something beautiful. Cheeks blushed, stomach butterflies fluttered at the thought of each other. Years of yearning and imagining had only made them crave a sweeter reunion. And finally meeting at a Royal banquet, he could only stare at the now grown Princess, taken by her beauty, while she only watches as he gives his heart to the wrong princess.

Missed a chapter? - Prologue /

CHAPTER 1 ───────────────────

The Kingdom rejoiced with the birth of the First Princess. For three days, the realm erupted in celebrations—a riot of colors, music, and festivities that swept through every corner. Processions honoring the arrival of a long-awaited princess. Princess Sienna, the first daughter to the King and Queen of Elysium. Sister to the nation’s crown prince. 

How joyous.

Yet, the next day marked a stark contrast. Amongst the revelry, In a quiet chamber, the King's second daughter, Princess Y/N, entered the world almost unnoticed. Born of the King's mistress, her arrival lacked fanfare or ceremony. While the main palace buzzed with activity and gifts for Princess Sienna, little attention was spared for the second princess. 

Princess Y/N's fate seemed sealed—to live in the shadows of the first princess. 

The Elysium Kingdom, known for its intricate politics and noble traditions, applauded scholarly pursuits and thrived in trade. Despite its guarded stance towards neighboring realms, Elysium stands as a land of prestige and refinement. However, its greatest rivalry lie right next to them, posing as the Kingdom's greatest threat.

The Kingdom of Nightshade, ruled by the Bahng Clan.

Like its name, it was mysterious and whispers of its dark origins spread far and wide. They say that The Nightshade Kingdom had ancient ties with wolves. Their nature seems to elude as such, with tactics that mimic the beasts of the night, yet effectively defending against threats from all directions. Shroud in it's own darkness, and nestled within expansive mountains and lush landscapes, it was known for its formidable defenses and healing arts.

The Bahng Clan had led the empire for five hundred years. Once the most powerful nation, before some hundreds of years ago, a rebel had raised an army and conquered the land past The Grand Forest. 

That rebel was the first Elysium King.

So it was of no surprise that there was animosity between these two kingdoms with drastic differences. Despite past attempts at wars ending in failure, dark times for both realms, agreements for peace were made, spanning generations. Yet the underlying tensions never disappeared. These were fueled by historical grievances and their stark cultural differences.

Elysium prized intellect and social standing, viewing Nightshade's warrior culture and deep connection to nature as…primitive. In Nightshade, the highest honor one could achieve was to be recognized as a Nightshade Warrior—a protector and leader. Yet, Elysium's elite disdainfully labeled them "uncivilized" due to their rugged demeanor. The divide seemed insurmountable, leaving little common ground between the two nations. 

The history of these tensions was deeply ingrained in the minds of the royal and noble children of the Elysium Kingdom. Princess Y/N, however, grew up pondering this divide and their tensions. She couldn't help but question: If both realms followed similar paths and valued similar ideals, wouldn’t they have been a single empire then?

The second princess had always been a curious one, full of questions. Unlike her sister, who basked in attention and privilege, Y/N spent her time in the sanctuary of books. Picking up random pieces of knowledge. She wandered the palace grounds unnoticed, finding solace in quieter corners where she could contemplate the world beyond the palace walls. As a young child, she loved sneaking away into the kitchens and cellars to steal desserts and cheese. Getting bolder and bolder before finding herself under palace walls.

Y/N was great at slipping away unnoticed.

Not that her presence seemed to make a difference anyway. The young girls at the tea parties paid little attention to her. And when they did, it was to learn more about her sister. As she matured, Y/N gradually became aware of the stark disparity in treatment between herself and Princess Sienna. While Sienna effortlessly commanded attention and affection, Y/N observed from the sidelines, overshadowed by her sister's radiant presence. Sienna received everything she desired, and why shouldn’t she? She was second only to the Queen in importance, destined to lead women in society and set trends. Despite being pampered from birth, Sienna remained remarkably humble. She complimented her servants, greeted everyone with a cheeky smile and a booming voice, and adored her slightly younger sister.

Despite the stark contrast in their upbringing, Y/N harbored no resentment towards Sienna, finding solace in their occasional playful interactions. Sienna was oblivious to the disparities between them, while Y/N silently wrestled with envy, internalizing her feelings toward her sweet sister.

The Grand Forest stretched long and wide between the two kingdoms, its lush expanse often a buffer for the political tensions that defined Elysium and Nightshade. Somewhere in the middle, marked the border between the two rival nations. Within this strip of green, where trees stood tall and dense, and a river murmured its steady song, nobles from Elysium occasionally ventured for secluded picnics and gatherings. 

On one such occasion, Princess Y/N observed her sister's birthday festivities unfold. The weather had been perfect for a tea party, and although it was not officially Sienna’s birthday, the other girls of noble families wanted to host a small gathering by the river in early celebration. Though they claimed it was to celebrate both princesses. Sienna, surrounded by friends and admirers, received gifts that sparkled with enchantment of jewels and trinkets, while Y/N received modest offerings. 

Y/N did not complain, she was used to it, aware that she would probably get the things Sienna was not particularly fond of. Yet, as Sienna opened the small box and unveiled a delicate necklace—a crystal bird on a silver chain, Y/N's fascination stirred. The crystal’s iridescence captivated her, it's simplicity evoked charm. Her eyes lighting up in curiosity. Maybe it was the bright blue of the crystal. Or the fact that it was in the shape of a bird, almost three-dimensional. It was so small yet it made all the other girls “ooh” and “ahh” as it glimmered. It was something Y/N had never seen, and she wanted to feel the smooth silver of the chain in contrast to the stone. The bird dangled on the thin chain as Sienna’s maidservant clasped it around her neck, the young girl smiling widely in approval of the gift.   

    “Thank you, Lady Alyssa. It's absolutely beautiful.” Sienna exclaimed, radiant smile admiring the gift.

While Alyssa blushed shyly at Sienna’s words and the other girls encouraged her to continue opening gifts, Y/N's gaze remained fixed on the necklace. She longed to touch its smooth surface, to feel its weight against her palm. Her brows had narrowed and for the first time in a while, the envy she managed to contain, burst out a little. 

As the distractions of the gathering carried on—a game of ring toss initiated, laughter echoing through the trees. A maid began putting away all gifts, and Sienna’s nanny watched joyfully as her young lady laughed about. Y/N had lost a few rounds in, and stood at the side, watching as yet another young lady let Princess Sienna win. The almost eleven year old sighs, eyes glancing around at the wildflowers growing everywhere. The sound of the water streaming down the river not too far off, was loud even from where they were. 

Then Y/N’s gaze freezes, her eyes taking in the twinkling of the little thing on the ground. 

The crystal bird.

Her heart raced with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. Could it be true? Had Sienna lost such a precious gift amidst the revelry? Her eyes darted to Sienna, to confirm whether Y/N was actually seeing correctly. Sure enough, Sienna’s neck was bare, the birthday gift no longer dangling in its spot. 

It glimmered under the bright sun, as if it was calling her.

Y/N walked over with hesitant steps, while everyone was distracted with cheering for their center of attention. Her fingers picked up the small thing, finally getting a feel of its delicate craftsmanship in her hands. 

It should have been enough, her curiosity should have subsided once she had felt it. She should have handed it back. Yet, unable to resist, Y/N slipped away into the forest, clutching the necklace—a clandestine act born of both fascination and envy.

The second princess was great at slipping away.

Meanwhile, deeper in the Grand Forest a young boy cursed under his breath. Mutterings and mumble of words he can only say in the presence of no one grew louder as he made his way down the rocky path. Frustration boiled within him, evident in his kicks at stones and the slashes of his makeshift stick he picked up along the way, against the underbrush.

    “—Stupid teacher.” The boy muttered under his breath, kicking at dead leaves.

He’s scrawny and shorter than most boys his age, but it was clear from his attire that he came from a family well off. He walked through the forest with ease, as if he had been here many times. He glances towards the loud sound of the water flowing down the river, his brows narrowing. 

The young boy was already thirteen, yet unlike most boys his age, he was still unable to do a lot of things. Though he swore none of it was his fault. It was always, “the water was too cold”, or “the sword was too heavy”. Or that he was prone to getting sick quickly. 

    “Prince Christopher!” Another voice broke through his thoughts, accompanied by the sound of rapid footsteps closing in. 

His playmate and training partner, Han, appeared, panting heavily from the exertion of catching up. Christopher groans at the uninvited boy, his playmate less, training partner. Though, he was sure that this kid was put here to keep an eye on him and always be a pain in the butt. 

    “Your highness! We-we were told not to stray too far.” Han managed between breaths, his concern palpable as he surveyed their surroundings. 

Aware of the dangers lurking beyond their borders, Han's worries escalated as they ventured deeper into this unfamiliar territory. But Christopher only rolled his eyes, attempting to deflect Han's tense words with a casual remark.

    “How can you be out of breath already? Didn't you want to be my personal guard?” 

Han straightened, a mix of frustration and duty knitting his brow, keeping the words he truly wanted to say on the tip of his tongue.

    “We should not be here. Especially this deep into the forest.” He insisted instead, casting wary glances at the towering trees that obscured the sunlight.

    “You can't just run off every time you're scolded, Your Highness.” Han added, his voice tinged with exasperation as he tried to reason with the prince.

    “Whatever.” Christopher muttered dismissively, his irritation rose with a forceful jab of his stick against a nearby tree trunk.

His impatience grew, his mood darkening with each stomp into the unfamiliar wilderness while Han's concern escalated as he scanned their surroundings, a growing sense of unease knotting in his stomach.

He eyed the tall trees.

Wait. Where were they?

They didn't somehow cross over did they?

The thought lingered, fueled by a vague memory of a path they had taken—or rather he had chased after. A risky shortcut perhaps.

    “No way.” Han muttered to himself, trying to dispel the rising anxiety. 

He shook his head, attempting to regain his composure. But a rustle in the nearby bushes were enough to push him off his edge. Eyes widening, Han froze, gripped by a sudden fear that they had ventured too far—beyond the safety of Nightshade and into the precarious realm of Elysium. 

What if they were discovered by Elysium soldiers? 

What if Christopher, the Crown Prince of Nightshade, fell into enemy hands?

The consequences were dire, his mind racing through imagined scenarios of all the worst outcomes. A war would break out—and Han would have to fight only with the most basic training of a Nightshade warrior.

His thoughts spiraled, nearly overwhelming him with their intensity. Yet the Prince had vanished ahead, Han's anxiety peaked, and he couldn't contain a whispered exclamation.

    “Ahhh! Yo-your highness!” Han called out, his voice trembling with urgency as he sprinted in the direction Christopher had taken, eyes darting frantically in search for the prince amidst the dense foliage.

The sky was a vibrant shade of blue, the sun shining brightly, reflecting beautifully off of the water that came down the river. The young prince prances from one stone to another, and as he neared the river's edge, the view of rushing water had him captivated. The notion of swimming—a skill he had yet to conquer—taunted him. He approached the water hesitantly, the temptation to prove himself nagged at him, pushing him to the peer down, where he tested its depth with tentative prods with the wooden stick.

    “Swimming can’t be too hard.” Christopher muttered to himself, determination flickering in his eyes.

He was steadfast in doing something successful today. And he chose to master the skill of swimming. 

What a brilliant idea.

Not.

He drank water. 

Panic seized him as he struggled against the water's embrace, his stick lost to the rapid flow of the river, and fear gripping his heart. The currents, much stronger than he had imagined, were pulling him away. His hand instinctively grabbed onto a stone for dear life. The young boy began panicking, fighting for his life as he was forced to dunk under the cold water a few times.

    “H-Help!” He choked out, his cry swallowed by the river's roar

He was going to die today. He was sure of it.

But of course he doesn’t. In his moment of peril, a figure emerged from the forest's shadows. A young girl, her voice ringing clear as she rushed to his aid

    “Hold on! I've got you!” She shouted, determination etched across her features.

With a strength borne of urgency, she pulled Christopher to safety, her hands firm and reassuring. And after some struggle, both were on dry land. Christopher lay gasping, his body shivering from cold and fear. The girl knelt beside him, concern etched on her face as she patted his back gently, soothing his raw throat and chest, coughs not subsiding. His savior looks down at him in concern, towering over his drenched body. He’s unable to focus, staring at her through blurred vision. There’s water in his ears and he could barely make out what she was saying. Yet the loud shriek of someone in the distance was loud enough for him to catch. 

In this fleeting moment, a distant cry shattered their tensioned tranquility, a desperate call for “Princess!” echoing through the forest. The girl's head snapped towards the sound, urgency igniting her movements once more as she turned to leave, glancing back to look at him before disappearing.

Christopher, left alone amidst the aftermath of his near-drowning, grasped at the grassy earth, clinging to solidity as he shivered and coughed. His fingers brushed against something—a cold, pokey, stringy object—and he clutched it instinctively.

Han, who looked already spooked, had almost screamed bloody murder when he stumbled upon his master in such a state.

    “Pr-Prince!” Han's voice shattered the silence, his panic evident as he rushed to Christopher's side, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush. 

Han’s eyes dart around and he’s able to connect the dots—the river and his drenching Highness. Now how would he explain this to his teacher? How would he explain to the King? Han looks back towards the direction he had come from, cursing under his breath.

He had stumbled upon a gathering of the Elysium nobles on his search for his prince, and was swiftly able to conceal his presence as he backtracked. The earlier screech had dart back here. His crazy thoughts were true and they had in fact managed to cross over somehow. On Elysium land. And they should not be staying here too long, unless they wanted to get caught.

    “Don't… don't tell anyone.” Christopher pleaded weakly, his voice a whisper.

The urgency of their escape propelled Han into action. With Christopher barely conscious and shivering uncontrollably, Han lifted him onto his back, his resolve steeling against the weight of their situation. 

    “You’re going to be a warrior, Han. Don’t be scared.” He reassures himself, as he grunts to a stand with the prince dangling off of his body.

But Han was scared. The prince had fallen unconscious by now. His body was freezing and he was trembling. It also didn’t help that the plight back towards their side was a tricky one. Han's mind raced with the implications. They had breached the border, ventured too far into foreign territory. And of all days there had to be a Princess in the forest. The young boy makes a run for it. His already weak master was going to die at this rate.

Back at the riverbank, the cheerful atmosphere that had surrounded the ring-toss game now gave way to panic and concern, unfolding before Y/N's wide eyes.      “Princess Sienna!”

The desperate cry from Sienna’s nanny pierced through the air, sending Y/N's heart hammering against her chest. The once bustling scene was now a whirlwind of concerned maids, frantic shouts, and splashing water. A guard emerged from the river, cradling Sienna in his arms, while attendants and her nanny rushed to her side. The other girls, who had moments ago been giggling and playing, were now in tears, calling out to their beloved princess.

Y/N's anxiety spiked, and without thinking, she grabbed hold of a nearby maid who was on the verge of tears herself.

    “What happened?” Y/N's voice trembled with worry and fear, her eyes darting between the maid and the commotion surrounding Sienna.

The maid looked down at Y/N, her expression a mix of relief at seeing the second princess unharmed and fear for what had just transpired.

    “Where did you disappear to, Princess? If something had happened to you too…” The maid's voice trailed off, her eyes wide with terror at the thought.

    “Princess Sienna was looking for her Crystal Bird and she fell into the river.” The maid explained quickly, her words rushed and breathless.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. The mention of the Crystal Bird made her stomach churn with guilt. She suddenly realized the necklace was no longer in her possession. Did Sienna's accident happen because of her? Was it her fault for taking the necklace into the forest?

Her mind raced with self-blame and worry, her hands trembling slightly as she processed the maid's words. ─────────────────────── Christopher’s eyes fluttered open to the familiar sight of the infirmary, its sterile smell mingling with the faint aroma of medicinal herbs. His head throbbed slightly, a reminder of his near-drowning experience. His training teacher and meticulous captain of the guards, Sir Elliot, stood beside him, concern etched on his usually stern face.

    “Prince Christopher!” His teacher ran at his side, eyes looking down at the boy in concern.

Christopher blinked, trying to piece together the events that led him here. Memories of struggling in the river flashed before him.

    “I’ll go notify King Bahng.” The healer darted out of the room, leaving Christopher and Sir Elliot in tense silence. 

Christopher’s gaze met his teacher’s, noticing a rare softness in Sir Elliot’s expression.

    “You scared us, kid.”

Christopher felt a pang of guilt. Normally, his teacher was quick to criticize and push him relentlessly. Today was different—his teacher’s concern was genuine. The same man that the young prince has been cursing all day.

The door swung open abruptly, revealing the imposing figure of King Bahng, his face etched with relief. He rushed to Christopher’s side, enveloping him in a fatherly embrace.

    “My boy.” King Bahng sighs. 

Christopher’s guilt intensified. All day, frustration had clouded his mind, directed at those around him who now stood here with nothing but care and concern. 

    “Where’s Han?” Christopher asks, pulling out of his father’s hug.

King Bahng’s expression darkened briefly as he glanced at Sir Elliot.

    “He’s being punished for letting him fall into danger, my king.” The teacher explains

Again, guilt gnawed at Christopher. He realized the weight of his actions—not just the danger he had put himself in, but the repercussions for those around him.

After ensuring Christopher was out of immediate danger, King Bahng left the infirmary, casting a lingering look at his son who was always a breath away from a tantrum.

King Bahng was not the tyrant his reputation suggested. He ruled with care for his people, respected by his subjects despite his clan’s fierce history. Christopher, his only son and heir, had been shielded closely until recent years. But per the late Queen’s wishes, the father held back on pushing Christopher into his duties. Losing his mother early had hardened the young prince against affection, a fact that weighed heavily on his father's heart.

    “Brother.” Sir Elliot places a hand on his shoulder, bringing the King out of his thoughts.

They walked the corridors in silence before the King spoke.

    “What happened today could have been dangerous. That boy had failed to prevent The Prince from endangering himself.” The King let’s put a deep breath,

    “But he also did his duty of bringing him back to safety. Don’t be too harsh on him.” The King advises.

    “Do not worry, Your Majesty. His punishment is modest. My son is overseeing that he is receiving it diligently.” Elliot reassured with a nod.

The King raises a brow, looking at his brother in wonder.

    “You mean your ten year old son?”

    “Even at such a young age he takes after me.” The training master hums, his pride evident as they walk, proud that his son already embodied the values of duty and discipline instilled in him.

Meanwhile, in the quiet of the training grounds, Han’s strained expression belied the punishment he endured. The young boy, overseeing him, groaned with boredom.

    “You can take a break. I’ll make sure Father doesn’t find out.”

    “Prince Felix, you’re supposed to be watching over me. Not encouraging me to slack off.” Han sighed, muscles trembling from the wall-sits.

Felix kicks at the dirt, sitting down on the wooden chair he had been in for the past hour while he supervises. His butt hurt and the evening brought cold winds, making the child shiver.

    “Wall-sits are stupid.” He mumbles rather unenthusiastically.

    “How is His Highness’ health? Have you heard anything?”  Han asks, looking up from his hovering position.

    “How would I know? No one tells me anything.” Felix grunts, crossing his arms over his chest.

Clearly a little upset the two older boys went out for an adventure without him (which was probably a good thing seeing the result). The sight of him is enough to prove that he was indeed Christopher’s cousin.

Their banter was interrupted by an aide from the infirmary rushing toward them, with Prince Christopher trailing behind, warmly dressed.

    “Chris!” Felix exclaims, his small body jumped up from his chair, startling Han who struggled to maintain his balance.

    “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be recovering.” Felix states, scowling at the poor aide, who clearly did nothing but follow orders.

    “I’ve come to receive my punishment for putting the Crown Prince in danger.”

Both Han and Felix stared in disbelief at the Crown Prince’s unexpected statement.

    “Your Highness…” Han’s voice trailed off, touched by Christopher’s unexpected maturity.

Chris ignores the stupid look on Han’s face, continuing to stare into the darkening sky.

As the evening wore on and the chill set in, Felix was sent back inside, while Christopher sat beside Han, mirroring his punishment. Unlike the prince who had just begun, the younger boy’s legs give out and he grimaces, finally collapsing onto the dirt. Groaning, he looks to his master.

    “You really don’t have to continue, Your Highness.”

And immediately Christopher also sits on the ground next to, making Han stares blankly. 

    “It wasn’t mandatory for me to continue.” He smugly states, and Han blinked, dumbfounded by Christopher’s declaration, a mixture of frustration and relief. He was still the pain-in-the-ass prince.

The playmate massages his thighs, and the Crown Prince watches with guilt.

    “I’m sorry.” He mutters, making Han’s eyes shoot up at him in surprise once again.

    “You’re younger than me, yet you were able to think quickly and bring us back to safety. While I—I’m so immature, I almost got both of us killed.” 

Han falls silent. 

It’s true that If the Crown Prince had died under his watch in that river, Han knew he'd face a punishment fit for the crime. Despite being only a year and a half into training and a few months as Christopher’s playmate, Han always had his hands full with the prince, yet weirdly the younger boy didn’t complain. Maybe it was his desperation to become a warrior, or maybe he had grown accustomed to the prince’s antics. The apology, however, was a first. The same kid who normally scoffed at him daily now apologizing brought a smile to Han's face.

    “It is my duty, Your Highness. I still want to be your personal guard in the future.” Han’s words echoed a maturity beyond his years.

    “Call me Chris. There’s no one else here.” The Prince smiles in return.

Han blinks taken aback.

    “How can I? It is not prop—”

We’re going to spend a lot of time together, especially once you become my guard. Do you intend on making it awkward after every friendly joke? Just Chris is fine.” 

    “Okay. Chris.” Han hesitated, but casually addressed.

A comfortable silence settled between the newfound friends. The sun had set, the night air growing cold. Han urges Christopher to return to his warm bed, while Chris helps the young boy up, sore from his punishment. As they walked, Han suddenly remembered something, halting in his steps.

    “Oh!—” He delved into the pocket of his shorts.

    “You had this in your hands when I brought you back.” 

His palm opens, producing the Crystal Bird, its azure hues catching the starlight. Chris eyes the piece of jewelry, taking the delicate necklace, its chain slightly tarnished and scratched but still gleaming. The memory of his savior—the mysterious girl who appeared and vanished—flickered in his mind. A part of him thought he had imagined it, but there had actually been someone there. A girl. She was…

    “A princess.” Chris mumbles.

    “A princess?!” Han’s eyes widened, glancing around cautiously.

    “Don’t tell me you met one of those young ladies from the gathering by the river.” Han's whispers were strained.

Chris furrows his brows in confusion.

    “What gathering?” 

Confusion mingled with shock as the two new friends realized they had much to discuss—stories to share from their separate but interlinked ordeals. The night stretched on, filled with conversations and revelations, the bond between Christopher and Han deepening amid the secrets they unraveled. ─────────────────────── Princess Sienna had fallen unconscious. Her condition stirred panic among the staff and nobles. The royal doctor’s frantic efforts to stabilize her continued through the night. The maids and servants present at the party were imprisoned in the dungeon, accused of negligence. The nobles whose daughters had been present at the tea party were standing around in fear. If anything had happened to the princess they would all be punished. Y/N was confined to her palace.

Princess Y/N lay in her bed, tormented by guilt over the stolen gift and the consequences that followed. The little child blamed herself for everything that had happened this afternoon. She simply wanted to take a closer look at the pretty thing. She had done nothing wrong. Her mother’s stern words echoed in her mind, emphasizing the need for secrecy.

Upon her return she had confessed her wrong doings to her mother, and her mother had scared her even more.

    “Do you understand what you have done?” Her mother’s cold gaze had bore into her teary eyes.

The tight grip of the older woman’s fingers on the child’s arms made her terrified.

    “You must never speak of this. You must never confess to taking that gift.” Her words were cold, awaiting for the trembling Princess to respond with what she wanted to hear.

    “If anyone asks, you simply have wandered off  following a rabbit, or a butterfly. You know nothing of what had happened while you were distracted. Do you understand?” 

Y/N broke out into sobs in her mother’s grasp. She was scared, for her sister, for the maids who were all going to get punished.

    “Mother, it’s wrong to lie.” She cries.

Her mother shuts her eyes in frustration, fingers digging deeper into the child’s arms.

    “It is but a white lie. One that will protect you.” The mother sighs, loosening her grip, slender fingers wiping away at her tears.

    “Princess Sienna will recover. As for the maids, they’ll simply be replace.” Lady Katherine continued, her voice softer but laced with underlying urgency.

    “But for you, my daughter, the consequences could be severe. If you confess or anyone even hears a word of if, you’ll be branded a thief. Your reputation will be ruined. No one will want to associate with you. Is that what you want?”

The child looked into her mother’s now warming eyes, a small smile on her lips. Pulling her into a hug, the mother pats at her hairs.

    “Mother just wants what’s the best for you.”

The child slowly nodded, her mother’s words enough to convince herself she did nothing wrong, her stern words cut through Y/N's resolve, shaping her perception of right and wrong.

Lady Katherine, once celebrated as one of the most beautiful women in high society, had a past marked by humble beginnings in a lower-ranking noble house. Despite her family's title, they lacked wealth, a circumstance that drove Katherine to leverage her beauty as her ticket to a better life. It was this charm that caught the eye of the nation's most powerful man—the King himself.

In the lavish court where the King entertained many women, Katherine swiftly became his favored companion. While she could never match the Queen in authority, Katherine secured her place by bearing the King's child—a daughter who would forever tie her to the royal family, ensuring their future amidst the uncertainties of courtly life.

The question lingered, however, whether Katherine's actions were born out of genuine concern for her daughter's wellbeing or driven by her own desire to escape a life of want.

Despite their lower status within the royal hierarchy, Y/N’s title guaranteed attention from elite suitors in her future. Safeguarding Y/N’s royal lineage shielded her from the uncertainties Katherine had endured in her youth. For Katherine, Y/N’s royal birthright represented a promise of a brighter future.

And that was enough for the caring mother.

As dawn approached, Princess Sienna’s fever finally broke, bringing a collective sigh of relief throughout the palace. The noble families, apprehensive during her illness, were allowed to return home. The maids and servants, deemed responsible, were dismissed from service. Just as Lady Katherine said would happen. Y/N’s thoughts raced. Sienna's recovery eased some of her fears, but guilt over the consequences weighed heavily on her conscience. All those people had lost their livelihoods because Sienna had fallen into the river while looking for the crystal bird. The crystal bird that was in her possession at the time. And on top of all that she had lost it while trying to save that boy.

Y/N's head snapped up from her pillow, her thoughts immediately returning to the boy she had rescued from the river the day before. Her mind wracked, dread gripped her as she wondered if he had survived or if he still lay by the water's edge.

For an idle princess, she had too many worries.

The next afternoon, while the court was busy tending to the still fragile Sienna, the second princess slipped out of her room, ignoring her mother’s instructions to stay put. Concern for the boy she had rescued from the river consumed her thoughts.

Dodging through a hidden hole in the wall she had discovered not long ago, the young girl brushed away dirt and clutched a crochet bag, its contents clinking softly as she ran. Emerging near the riverbank where she had found the boy, her heart raced with fear at the thought of finding him lifeless. Sunlight filtered through the forest, casting dappled shadows on the lush greenery around her. Critters scurried away at her approach. Standing by the river where left him, a sigh of relief escaped her lips, she hadn’t stumbled upon a tragedy.

    “Are you really a princess?” The sudden voice startled Y/N, nearly making her jump out of her skin.

She spun around, eyes widening as she faced the boy from yesterday—alive and well, a grin on his face.

    “Were you the princess that saved me?” He asked again, his gaze filled with nothing but gratitude and curiosity.

    “I...I suppose I was.” Y/N replied hesitantly.

Christopher's expression softened, his eyes showing genuine appreciation. Y/N observed the scrawny boy before her, noting his tidy appearance compared to their first meeting. Despite his wealth and status, he appeared unusually timid, nervously fidgeting with his fingers and glancing at her shyly.

    “I wanted to thank you, Princess.” He said with a warm smile. “You really saved my life.”

Y/N blinked, suddenly overwhelmed by his heartfelt words. She had never been thanked so sincerely before, and she didn’t quite know how to respond.

    “I-I have desserts. Do you want some?” She stumbled over her words, fumbling through her bag. 

Christopher’s eyes widened with curiosity as she produced bandages, sewing thread, and finally, a bundle of cookies.

    “They have raspberry filling.” She added, looking up at him with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

His grin widened as he picked up one of the cookies, crumbs falling as he took a delicious bite.

The two sat down against a sturdy tree. Y/N ventured to ask how he had ended up in the river in the first place. Chris tried to explain but faltered into embarrassed silence.

    “I slipped.” He finally managed to say, a lie.

    “What about you? What were you doing all the way down here?” He takes another bite of his second cookie. 

Y/N hesitated, recalling her mother’s stern instructions.

    “I was following a rabbit.” She fibbed, her eyes avoiding his gaze.

Chris nodded, realizing she must be younger than he had initially thought.

    “I heard there was a birthday celebration for the yesterday. Did I ruin the birthday party?” His questioning gaze snapped Y/N out of her thoughts, still preoccupied with her little white lie.

    “Ah—birthday? My birthday isn’t until next week.” She quickly responds.

    “Oh! We must meet then. I know of this delicious cake that our cook makes. It’s the fluffiest. I’ll be sure to let you have a taste.” He exclaims, excitement written on his face.

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her. Her birthday was never a grand affair compared to Sienna’s, but seeing this boy so enthusiastic about celebrating her birthday made her heart swell with happiness.

After the cookies had been enjoyed and thank-yous exchanged, the two sat in companionable silence, wondering what else to talk about. Before Chris could speak, a soft “psst” came from Han’s direction behind a nearby tree. Chris glanced back at his friend, who signaled with hand gestures that it was time to go. 

Y/N narrows her gaze, wondering what he was looking at, unable to see from her spot.

    “I must head back, Princess. It was truly a pleasure meeting you again in better circumstances,” Chris said, standing and extending his hand to help her up.

Y/N took his hand gracefully, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Her heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and curiosity about their budding friendship.

    “Shall we meet again soon? I would also like to give something in return for the cookies.” Chris suggested with a warm smile.

    “Aren’t you going to give me cake?” She questioned.

    “Surely not in return for the cookies! The cake is a birthday gift. I wouldn’t take anything in return for it.” He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with sincerity.

The princess ponders for a moment, but of course agrees.

    “You must let me try one of your favorite desserts then. How about two days from now, at the same time as today?”

Chris nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds perfect! I’ll bring something special for us.”

After confirming their next meeting, Chris turned to leave, but Y/N’s sudden call made him turn swiftly.

    “Ah—you didn’t tell me your name.”

    “It’s Chr…” He hesitated, then decided, “It’s Chan,” grinning broadly.

    “Chan...”

Y/N repeated his name under her breath, committing it to memory, and nodded in acknowledgment as her new friend began taking backward steps. He bowed respectfully and after she returned his bow gracefully, both parted, minds swirling with thoughts of their meeting and anticipation for the next one.

    “Your Highness, you will surely be the death of me.” Han sighed, stepping forward with an exasperated expression.

    “You’ve said your thanks and had your fill of cookies. Can we please return now?” Han's voice held a hint of pleading.

Chris beamed at his friend, genuinely happy yet also amused by Han’s concern. He threw an arm over Han's shoulder, causing the younger boy to stumble slightly as they began walking away together.

    “Oh, my friend Han, don’t worry. I’ll be careful,” Chris reassured him, his tone earnest.

Han sensed that his anxiety would only continue to grow as he followed the energetic crown prince back towards the palace.

Poor playmate, resigned to the fact that Chris’s adventurous spirit was bound to keep him on his toes. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ to be continued.

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[kellyvela]

Do u think there is qitn foreshadowing for arya? I do think there is some forshadowing but theres queen forshadowing sansa too so i never know what to make of it. I never know what the plan for sansa would be if arya became queen anyway, people act like she would just be cool with that lol or be fine ruling the vale? That doesn’t make sense. Plus why would the show make sansa queen when they easily could have made arya queen if thats whats planned for the books.

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[childofthewolvess]

I work with Ares, Aphrodite, Loki, Apollo, and my two familiars. Generally, worship for my practice will be honoring multiple deities per day or devoting to specific ones. Here’s some observations on deity-deity or deity-spirit interactions I’ve noticed. Curious to see if anyone else has felt these combos! I’ve found that:

Ares and Apollo - seem to have similarities in their fiery energy, intense passion, and maybe it’s because I write fantasy worlds with wars

Loki and Aphrodite - weird interaction but I feel these two around me at the same time… a lot??? Maybe because of beauty, and I’m most expressive externally when I’m connected with my gender fluidity which Loki helps with.

Aphrodite and Ares - allllll the time, these two are such a duality of love and war and how each of those energies reacts in a balance. This one doesn’t need explanation I think

Aphrodite and my female wolf familiar tend to hang out together, Aphrodite likes her a lot

Loki and my male wolf familiar tend to hang out together

Ares likes to be around both of them at the same time. If both wolves are around, Ares a lot of time seems like his energy interacts with them

Loki seems highly solitary most of the time and when it’s a Loki devotional day, and even though he’ll chill with Aphrodite, I find that he doesn’t interact as much as the Hellenic deities interacting amongst themselves

Loki WILL send the wolves to annoy me if I shoo him away from being a little twerp (lol)

Literally never feel Apollo and Aphrodite together lol, but will if Ares is also around

[dilfwaynes]

the noble house of black, adherents of their progenitor; crowned over the skies of the sea of storms, conquering yet seething, seething and seething for corpses to pierce talons through supple flash, plethora far too harsh of brimming hubris, callousness, and viciousness across the french ether. precedence for unalloyed blood ruling over all other factors, unadulterated beau idéal of pure veins coloring blood blue enough to spill those of theirs who insurgent against crows of honor, duty, and sacrifice — for spilled untainted blood is far more noble than spoiled ichor of theirs.

yet those of fallen daughters and sons scattered along the seashores, teeth jarred, opened in snarls of scorch, scavenging the strand of trudge strides, drubbed and bloody as inglorious untamed animals; savage beasts, wolves of dishonor, no longer flying the skies of nobility and virtue, disgraced wolves who are starved, irate and bitter. the itch that birthed them into savagebeasts rippling from that beginning nagging of question lingering of childhood, almost greedy, gluttony even to part themselves of their flocking graceful counterparts in the sky, waiting for oblation like gods, pathetic, really, all that grandeur galloped, pompous creatures flagging above the sky, all to feed their self-importance and the other pathetic sojourns—because god knows the house of black simply exceeds all, merely lesser houses gawking amongst them, feeble egos of the wind sought for praise, so forlorn. yet, the crashing ocean stands, reflecting the stilled of both; badge of honor and dishonor, frothing for pedigree and against such, unlashing conceit and compressed arrogance, consciously and subconsciously, supercilious and illusory, wearing their sigil colors proudly and dying their color in refusal of acceptance in shared blood with their formers.

howling wolves desperately tearing in sheep’s clothing, anything to hide their resembling bloodied coat of those in the skies

[avocadoguru]

I feel very greedy but, can we have a sneak peek soon? 🥵

“What’s on your mind?”

Y/N cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact, “I heard that there was something going on in the forest. Wolf hyperactivity. Attacks. Maybe a couple of different packs of wolves feuding. Supposedly there was a lot of blood, but no bodies recovered.”

Harry perked a brow and frowned, “Oh? Who told you this?”

“My co-worker Karl. They found traces of whatever was left of the attack. He said it was good, perhaps, that I couldn’t patrol during the time I was on office duty. That it seemed to be a bit dangerous right now…”

He nodded and responded with a grunt. 

“Have you been to the cabin lately?” Y/N turned her body to look at Harry in question.

“It’s been a bit. Haven’t been around during any wolf activity as far as I know. If that’s what you’re asking.”

She nodded, “Yeah, I’m… I’m  just worried. Maybe it’s best for you to stay away from the cabin for the time being? Just to be on the safe side.”

Harry stared at the girl in amusement, “Are you worried that I’ll be attacked by wolves?” He wasn’t in the least worried about the unevolved species. When he was in his shifted form, he was as large as a Kodiak bear, with impenetrable skin, and unmatched speed. A pack of wolves was no challenge for him.

“I am. Your cabin is so deep into the woods, and off the trail. That’s wolf territory. That’s where they are most active. You remember what happened to me and I got lucky that they were scared off by you. But I’m sure of it, those wolves that approached me were involved in this, because it’s not a common thing... And those wolves roam close to your cabin, Harry.”

His features softened from amusement to gratitude. This girl cared for him. She wanted him to keep safe. She was sharing with him knowledge about possible danger in order to keep him unharmed. It was the first time Harry had really felt such concern and care from anyone.

Being an alpha, he never had much to worry about. He could shift and take out nearly any obstacle with ease. He was amongst the largest of the wild beasts in his shifted form, and far stronger than any of them. He never needed anyone to care and worry for him. And nobody had. Everyone knew that he could fend for himself and no harm could come his way. It was implied that he was the one to be feared, not the other way around.

But having this sweet and fragile human with her smooth skin and big round eyes having any concern for his wellbeing, well… Harry was stunned. His heart fluttered in gratitude of the feeling of being cared for. A feeling so novel to him. Someone actually thought of him and worried about him. Y/N thought of him and worried about him. Wanted him safe. Wanted him whole. 

“I’ll hold off going to the cabin until you let me know it’s safe. Thank you for telling me,” Harry was feeling soft warmth emanating from his core. A fuzzy and comfortable feeling he’d never experienced. This girl was doing things to him that he’d never had the honor of experiencing. He’d only ever heard of them from others lucky enough. He felt like he could purr.

“Good. I just… I would worry about you so much if you went to your cabin right now. When Karl told me about the attacks I wanted to call you right away to make sure you were safe…” she trailed off.

Harry reached over and took her hand into his. He needed to be in contact with her. He was overwhelmed with delicate emotions he rarely got to experience.

“My predecessor… the ranger I replaced… he was killed in one of these attacks. Quite viciously so. Because he didn’t keep his distance, although he knew better… But he was convinced something was amiss since wolves are not naturally like this. So he went poking his nose where he shouldn’t have, and ended up killed to the point he was barely recognizable when they finally found him in an extensive search party… “

Harry raised an eyebrow at what she was telling him. So she knew about that. And even so, she’d gone looking and trekked up to his cabin, not once, but twice. She was quite the brave little thing. If a bit reckless.

“Karl told me something that really stuck to me. He said this is their territory, the wolves’. And he warned me not to be a hero. So I’m saying the same to you. The way you saved me when I was cornered was so brave, but it could’ve ended up so badly for you. I’m so grateful that you did that… but I can’t help but think- what if they hadn’t backed off? What if I had to watch you get torn to pieces? The way you just confronted them– I dunno if that came from an adrenaline rush or what, but please, don’t try that again. If you ever come across wolves just go the other way as quietly as possible. Usually they mind their own business unless threatened. But I’m beginning to think the ranger before me was right… that’s unusual behavior for wolves to just attack like that… They’re wild animals, though, at the end of the day. And they’re unpredictable… Promise me you’ll stay safe?”

Harry felt his heart swell in his chest at that. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of being cared for in this manner. He never thought something like this could make him feel his way- instead of being offended by her lack of confidence in his ability to fend for himself and protect her, he felt gratitude for her concern for his wellbeing. After all, she didn’t know what he was and that this was of no concern to him- least of all the mutts that tried attacking her that were just regular wolves. She didn’t know his true power. She thought of him as just Harry- the man that selflessly saved her life. And it made him feel small, for maybe the first time ever. That man would’ve been a bigger hero than what he actually was. For the first time, he wished he was just that. A man.

sneak peek from Lupus Noctis - Chapter 7

[calisources]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀: all these quotes and sentences were taken from the world of ice and fire, a book written as in-universe history book of george r.r. martin's a song of ice and fire universe. change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

No man can say with certainty what the future may hold.

Perhaps, in knowing what has already transpired, we can all do our part to avoid the mistakes of our forebears, to emulate their successes.

What one of them does not know is known to another, and little remains truly unknown if one seeks far enough.

Glory may be everlasting, yet it is fleeting as well—soon forgotten in the aftermath of even the most famous of victories if they lead to greater disasters.

If instead you feed the wolf and tame him and turn his pups into your guard dogs, they will protect the flocks when the pack comes ravening.

When a wolf descends upon your flocks, all you gain by killing him is a short respite, for other wolves will come.

You may dress an ironman in silks and velvets, when you look into his eyes, the sea will still be there, cold and grey and cruel.

And all his smiles belong to her and her alone.

These colossal beasts, many times larger than the dragons of Valyria, are said to be made of living ice, with eyes of pale blue crystal and vast translucent wings.

Ice dragons supposedly breathe cold, a chill so terrible that it can freeze a man solid in half a heartbeat.

Like all tales, it takes on the attributes that make it most appealing to those who tell it.

The Westeros of Aegon’s youth was divided into seven quarrelsome kingdoms, and there was hardly a time when two or three of these kingdoms were not at war with one another.

Vermax left a clutch of eggs somewhere in the depths of Winterfell’s crypts, where the waters of the hot springs run close to the walls.

He was stone, hard and strong and unmoving. He was the wind, which rages and howls and blows this way and that.

One is hot and one is cold, yet these ancient kingdoms of sand and snow are set apart from the rest of Westeros by history, culture, and tradition.

Neither was ever truly conquered by the dragons.

The king in the North accepted Aegon Targaryen as his overlord peaceably.

Dornishmen and Northmen alike are derided as savages by the ignorant of the five 'civilized' kingdoms.

Dorne has danced with dragons before, and I would sooner sleep with scorpions.

The more he laughs and gives, the more they despise him.

Wars are bad for trade.

The man who honors all the gods honors none at all.

I desired nothing more than to become one of them.

There is always more to know, more to see, more to learn. The world is vast and wondrous and strange.

Amongst these river folk, women were regarded as the equals of men.

Lady Ellyn must surely be a sorceress, for she has made it rain inside the Rock all year.

His palace was a tent, his throne a saddle.

[sigyn-foxyposts]

"Trollkvinna, daughter of Loki"

My version of the daughter between Gullveig's heart aka Angrboda and Loki! Her is named her Trollkvinna meaning "Troll woman" and she is where all troll women descend from! I implemented the heart theme to her clothes, refreshing how she was born. Same goes for the eye theme, where i originally planned on adding more to reference how Loki possibly had more than just one troll child.

Also trolls are said to have multiple eyes, limbs or heads! So as you can see Trollkvinna looks a lot like a troll and her color theme quite reminiscent of Angrboda, but has Loki's green eyes. The gold she wears as an adult symbolizes not only Gullveig's character but how Trolls in general wear a lot of jewelry. Small cute details ✨

Lore:

The mother witch had always been destined to be a powerful völva and went by many names throughout her life: her first was Heidr, given by the Aesir gods. It stood for what she was "bright" and "honored" amongst them. She had traveled to what was becoming Asgard, home of the Aesir gods. She, unlike her people had not forgotten what they had done to her ancestor but was willing to forgive in the form of offering them the taste of her magic in exchange for peace.

She was truly a joy while she stayed there, she caught the eye's from two blood brothers. One out to learn more about her magic, one out to get her heart.

Thinking she had shared enough of her wisdom to the race of gods, she decided to travel to the vanir, hoping to do what she had previously done. Strengtning her bonds, in Vanaheim she would be named Gullveig, "golden-drunk" and was well respected among them. But Odin when he heard this, was very much displeased.

He wanted the magic to himself, insuring his people would stay more powerful than any other race. So, he declares not only war against the Vanir but demanded the woman be brought back and punished in his hall personally. Unable to run, the Aesir gods would catch her and she was burnt three times, and yet thrice reborn. Upon her third rebirth, she managed to escape to the Ironwoods and began practicing seidr, taking the third name Angrboda "bringer of sorrow".

Completely unaware that her little lover boy back in Asgard had finally caught her burnt heart and consumed it, grieving over her absence. Caused him to become pregnant with her child. Later the trickster, unable to care for his new daughter travels to the Ironwoods, hearing how the women there were powerful witches and had wolves for children. There his daughter would be cared for and he meets Angrboda, unaware of her previous identity and quickly falls for her, like they were meant for each other no matter what new identity Angrboda took.

[arkhammaid]

i'm curious.. you mentioned that you have many drafts, which would you love to finish? (and maybe post)

literally all of them-

no but seriously. i have a few favorites amongst my ideas which have been written out by a few sentences/paragraphes and just have been stuck like this forever because i just... dunno. don't have enough brainpower to fully write the idea out

much much yapping about some of my fic drafts rotting on the fic graveyard below the cut <3 i warned you... i wrote so much...

f1 fic drafts

son of helios!oscar

this fic is a weird mix between greek mythology and... my love for oscar. basically, oscar's biological father is helios, who, unlike the greek gods, still exists because he IS the sun. his mom did some praying (unintentionally) and asked for a son. helios gave her one. he is also a very present father and also loves oscar's sister's like his own children. yada yada, some background history of oscar's childhood and speculation of the grid about this unknown man who always seems to be around oscar but isn't a family member (can you tell... i'm a whore for outsider pov)

logan/max time travel fic

you guys know these drafts exist, so you should also know that these are just... existing and not doing much more. lol

omega!charles x omega!max

this is... just. brain barfed onto paper, i literally have snippets of outsider pov (ollie, alpha's on the grid, some chat snippets), and a cringe attempt to get back into smut writing... i have failed btw

dc fic drafts

bruce wayne x slade wilson

okay now this one... jason is slade's kid, dies and due to this, bruce finds out slade is actually his father, not willis. (yada yada, someone with an s being in willis' phonebook... it's all connected). bruce, the honorable fool he is, finds slade and brings him the news. slade is.. well, mad, because 1. his kid died and 2. his kid got treated like shit. slade really gets into bruce's head, and it's very much rancid vibes. in the end, bruce aka batman still doesn't kill, but everyone knows that deathstroke does... yeah.... and then jason comes back and is in for a surprise....

damian wayne discovers fanfic

oh boy... this one is a total brainrot. basically, damian spends too much time on his phone and discovers ao3, wattpad, tumblr, etc. he becomes a minor celebrity on tumblr due to his... damianess i would say. bruce tries to cut down his screentime, damian is not happy and as revenge he writes a superbat fic. and then, everytime someone makes him mad, he writes a fic about them. yeah. i have nothing to say for myself

fem!slade wilson x jason todd

a 5 + 1 fic, where jason discovers not only his mommy issues but also the fact that he has a massive competency kink. of course. i have written one out of the six parts

fem!jason, red hood!jason, arkham knight!jason

basically... fem!jason and ak!jason end up in rh!jason universe, they're like "okay we're triplets now" because they've all suffered beneath the same people. it's just pure chaos. as of now, they've already claimed they're clones of either lady shiva, deathstroke, batman or wonderman (with a dash of constantine because how else can you explain the magic swords) and everyone is left scrambling to actually find out if they're their clones. in the end, slade claimes them as his kids, because they were like "we will fight against you and if we win, you're our father" and he was just too amused by it. as you can see, it got crack

game of thrones

time travel robb that somehow became a girl

girl!robb thinks for the longest time, that her 'memories' of boy!robb are a warning of the gods. she has a mental breakdown before the weirwood tree and accidentally makes a blood offering. yada yada, she claims her own wolves, has some ravens as pets. important tho, the whole north is ready for her to become the next lady stark, since for the longest time, she only had sisters and no brothers. ned sees how special she is and gets approval of robert for girl!robb to become the next warden of the north. due to this, he prepares her much better. the south of course, is mad about it, but they can't do shit. meanwhile the old gods continue to torture girl!robb with visions of the future, if she doesn't keep her family north...

greek mythology in the north

basically, the old gods exist but they have the names of the greek gods. people of the north guard their religion more, targaryens grow obsessed with it, once they find out the starks own the winter crown smithed by hephaistos, from the sword and heart of the night king. which can't be true, because obvs someone from their line would defeat the night king (they forgot hephaistos is technically a fire god... yeah not really smart of them). just some ramblings about the south viewing the north as barbarians, while the north is just chilling

crossovers

sansa stark x jason todd

jason dies again, the old gods drag him through the multiverse or whatever (very murky explanation on how he ended up in westeros) and he swears fealty to sansa, when she was stuck with ramsay. i have actually gotten pretty far, but i'm stuck on where the starks search for alliances and end up going to dany for dragonglass. jason is also a son of shiva in this one, because why not

fem!jason todd x marvel

something something along the lines of jason always having potential, be it as robin, as assassin, as monk, as priest, as someone practicing magic in every universe. and in one universe dr. strange comes across jason and takes her in

bruce wayne x sung jinwoo

universe hopping, jinwoo claims bruce as his and that's it. it's well known that robin has a pet monster that looks like a giant ant and everyone in the universe knows that batman is the beloved knight of death. do with that what you will

jjk x genshin impact

yada yada, more universe hopping, megumi ends up in mondstadt, gets a hydro vision and learns the art of healing from barbara. people assume he's from inazuma, and think his father has left the clan due to the war. he does the same thing as the traveler, and just goes around in teyvat. i've gotten until liyue (and zhongli almost wanting to kill megumi because he sensed 'dark' energy from him, similar to the abyss)

got x peaky blinders

the northern nobles somehow end up in the modern world right during the ww1. i don't have much here, only specific scenes. like arya and lyanna mormont walking around with a gian dog (nymeria) and playfighting each other, while tommy is taking a double take at jon snow (who let his hair grow out and looks a bit like a woman from afar so pretty he is) because he has a sword on his back. don't ask me what was going inside my brain, i don't know myself

percy jackson x jason todd

percy has to marry someone or else becomes a god, since he's already a prince of olympus. since annabeth died due to plot reasons during the war, percy goes on search for a mortal to marry. but because gods are assholes, this mortal has to be someone. he comes across red hood who has ties with the all caste and is not immortal, so he is someone to respect. percy approaches jason by offering protection if he would ever need it. they marry, batfam doesn't know, and while they're not in love, they're friends (yes, they will fall in love, why wouldn't they)

jason todd x deamon targaryen

honestly i'm trying to decypher my own notes to this, but basically, jason founds his own assassin group, going around saying he comes of the al ghul family. no one in westeros/essos knows who this is, and he's like, well obviously we wanted it that way. daemon comes across him, has bi panic, they fuck. daemon finds out jason is magic (as in has magic sword and his wounds heal on his own) while jason gets creative with his english master and yaps about the al ghuls being demons and dragon slayers. daemon gets obsessed, while rhaeneyra is on denial because no, he can't be a sword swallower. now i would like to quote a note on this document "jason is very manipulative, fully knowing he can never let daemon run to rhaeneyra in order to prevent war (he's just delulu and likes his dick)". wow, no notes, 10/10, i don't even know if i meant for jason to have knowledge of this world???

[ramblingsofamadblob]

Multiverse AU Woolfbloods:

Species summary: a race of people with wolf blood in their veins that allows them to do things like transform into wolves. They are split into two main groups. One group chooses to live in the wild, while the other group chooses to live amongst humans. They are often mistaken for werewolves.

Population: scarce

bloodline: mixed

Universe: Wolfblood

Power description:

Shapeshifting: they have the ability to turn into wolves at will, but they can wolf out accidentally when they get too emotional, especially if they are angry. They are forced to become a wolf on full moons. When they wolf out their eyes turn yellow first, and then their veins become visible specifically around their face and arms. Then it will progress from there, growing fangs and claws before they turn completely into a wolf which just looks like a normal Wolf. Their fur color is either gray or matches their hair.

New moons: they feel sick and tired on new moons AkA dark moons, also most of their powers do not work, and there is no trace of wolf blood in their blood if it’s tested.

Enhanced healing

Wolf like senses and physical enhancements

Eolas: when close to nature, Woolfbloods have the ability to connect to said nature and see whatever they want no matter where the thing or person is. It acts as a form of natural tracker. However, if not careful, this power can drive them crazy and getting close to technology while using it gives them very painful migraines.

Ansin: some wild Woolfbloods have the capability to see the past of the object or person they are touching. It can happen involuntarily, if they are in a place with strong emotions, tied to its history. This power can make Wolfbloods emotionally distressed or depressed, depending on what they see as they often feel the emotions they are experiencing. Their eyes turn to wolf eyes when they do this.

Lunar Eclipses: lunar eclipses make them act drunk, and they are in a weird half human half wolf state until the eclipse passes.

Dark of the Rune: a commet that passes during a new moon causes them to go into a coma and possibly die if not awoken by a specific frequency that only they can hear.

Firewalker: most Woolfbloods are afraid of fire, so surviving a fire is a great honor. Wolves who that do are called fire walkers or a’cerddwyr tan’ in the ancient Wolfblood language and are held in high regard

Wolfsbane: Woolfbloods hate the smell and taste of wolfsbane. If consumed it makes their wolf go crazy and their eyes remain stuck as Wolf eyes. It can be cured by consuming thistle root.

Molted poppy: there is a species of white poppy that’s pedals get covered in red spots when a wolfblood is near. Werewolf hunters sometimes use this to help them find wolves.

Morwal: If a Wolf has experienced a traumatic event, they may become possessed by the morwal as an involuntary trauma response. This is basically an evil wolf spirit that takes possession of their wolf and causes them to act uncharacteristically on full moons, as well as make their wolf form on full moons, aggressive and violent, possibly even prone to killing humans.

Wolfing Out:

Wolf Form:

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

helloo, never done a match up but recently been very obsessed w bg3 so im curious.

its a little hard describing myself since im not so good with words but id say im anxious/awkward but quickly warm up when someone speaks to me. i love teasing my partner and joking with them in a flirty way. my love language is def words of affirmation. my mbti is intp. ive been called very chill & easy to get along with & just someone who will want to listen & help people. although if someone just saw me on the street theyd assume im very reserved & keep to myself. i dont have the best upbringing and definitely had to persevere my way through life & def had a "dark" path i was heading down but now im at a very good place. the only thing that still really affects me is my anxiety and my constant need for reassurance lol. im very gay so i would prefer to be matched with a woman but id also like to see the male match up as well! poly only:)

A/N: Oh my gosh the bg3 obsession is so real though!! Because you wanted to see both your Male and Female answers (being open to a poly interpretation), for you my Anxious/Awkward INTP Anon, I’m thinking Shadowheart (Female) and Halsin (Male) would be your best bets. 

Shadowheart would be a great match for you! Similar to you, she’s not the quickest to speak, preferring to hang back and observe before commenting. However she is quite the wordsmith, and loves teasing her partner with witty banter as well as the occasional suggestive quip. 

Shadowheart may want everyone to think she doesn’t need help or guidance but in reality she’s actually quite insecure and needy, which means she greatly understands your love language of words of affirmation. She’ll remind you as many times as you ask, how she truly feels about you and hopes that you do the same for her. 

As an INTP, you share some similarities to Shadowheart’s ISTJ, although there are a few notable differences. Whereas you are less of a teacher’s pet, Shadowheart is quite by the book. She places an emphasis on following orders, and doing what is expected of her. This may cause some friction, but its actually for the best as your free nature can help untether her from any unhealthy binds or relationships in her life. 

Shadowheart is fairly easy going compared to the other companions. She’d rather watch from a distance than jump right into the fray of a social event. The two of you can linger at the refreshments table together drinking wine and gossiping about the fashion choices of those around you. 

Depending on how her path goes, Shadowheart may also have just found herself steering away from a darkened path. If she becomes a follower of Selune, she’ll view her days worshiping Shar as a mark on her honor and her soul. At the same time, if she becomes a Dark Justicer for Shar, she will view her short period of doubt as a mark on her honor. Either way, Shadowheart knows what it’s like to be headed down the wrong path, and she will hold no grudges against you for it. 

Shadowheart doesn’t suffer from generalized anxiety but she does have a few fears, wolves being amongst them. She does her best to reassure you of your safety, always taking the time to remind you that she is here for you, as you are the woman she loves, and she would move hell and earth for you. 

In a poly relationship (with Halsin, for example), I can see Shadowheart being a little bit more passive aggressive with her banter/word play. Her choice to be coy rears its ugly head every time she feels neglected. Just be sure to include her in your threesome a bit more and everything will go back to normal. 

Halsin would also be a great choice for you! (If you were attracted to men). Hell, even if you’re not, I don’t think that would stop Halsin from shooting his shot, at least once.He’s lived a long time, he knows it’s better to put yourself out there than risk missing out on a true love. 

Halsin doesn’t mind if you’re not great with words, he’d rather his actions speak for himself and others anyway. He’s a very physically attuned person, being a Druid afterall, and as a result, he’s adept at reading body language. Of course being the enormous lover (ahem slut) he is, he lives for your flirty teasing! He’s also a master at getting people flustered. It becomes a competition between you two, who can say the raunchiest thing to make the other person crack first. If you’re in a poly relationship with him and Shadowheart at this point, she, surprisingly, ends up winning this competition, saying things to make you and Halsin blush (and cause a nun to have a heart attack). She’s the undefeated champion really. 

His ENFJ is a good balance to your INTP. He’s an empathetic enough person to be able to understand your need to think things through logically, without getting hurt in the process. And as an extrovert, he can help you navigate social aspects- especially ones where you feel awkward or out of place. 

Halsin understands having to overcome darkness, as he was burdened with the task of solving the Shadow Curse and saving the shadow lands. He has done several things he is not proud of. (It’s actually interesting, in a scrapped storyline for Halsin early-access had him as the one who dealt the killing blow to Isobel, killing her, and unintentionally sparking the Shadow Curse as it was Ketheric’s grief over the death of his daughter that pushed him over the edge.) Halsin does not know if he is worthy of your forgiveness, but he will welcome it nonetheless. He will always remind you how much you mean to him, not only to quell your anxiety but because he truly cares about you that much.  

In a poly relationship with Shadowheart and Halsin, I see you getting all the attention and reassurance you could ever ask for. Shadowheart and Halsin may butt heads occasionally, especially if Shadowheart still worships Shar. (And I mean it would take A LOT to get Halsin back on board with a Shar-worshiping Shadowheart for a life partner.) But for the most part, you’d make up a very witty, naughty little trio. 

A/N 2.0: Ahhh, sorry it took forever to post this. I’ve actually had this mostly done like a month ago but I didn’t want to share it until I could look it over and make sure it sounds right. I hope you liked it, and it was worth the wait. <3

[earth4angels]

1: thank you for the praise for the idea! It’s literally been in my mind since season one and I’ve had time to think it through. But I also can’t take credit for it completely- it’s a culmination of all the fics that I’ve read. Namely “I’ve dug two graves for us my dear” (Aemond/Royce oc) and “Wolves amongst dragons (Aemond/Sansa Stark time travel). I highly recommend both and they can be found on AO3.

From the former I took the idea of a capable oc, one that cares for her people and has done the work to build bonds. From the latter I took the idea of Jacaerys squiring. Now, you might be asking, how does that fit in with everything? Well in the fic, Jace is sent to squire for cregan after showing that he cares more for petty arguments than unity. He hasn’t started growing up.

What if the dance, for whatever reason, is put off for a few years? What if Rhaenyra sends her son to observe his estranged cousin under the guise of something like a wardship? This can all be adapted to fit any love interests, but Jace is young and he’s the one who’s got the most to learn about responsibility. Even Aegon understands what it means to rule and he doesn’t want it. He knows that it’s a big thing and he knows he’s not up to scratch- at least not the way he is now. This idea not only gives Rhaenyra back some of her plotting and scheming that’s lost in the show, but also allows for growth of the younger generation. Through the oc he’d learn responsibility- I feel like she’d start by having him muck out the stables, if you want to learn your people you gotta start from the bottom and work your way up. It would teach him humility but it would force him to make bonds with creatures and people other than the dragons.

At the end of every day, she’d ask him one question: what is the value of a Prince up against the value of a stable boy? And he’d fuck up the answer every time until he sees how she interacts with the other stable keepers. When he answers correctly, he gets moved up to blacksmith apprentice or buss boy in the kitchens. This idea allows for upward mobility. (As well as sweaty shirtless Jace who’s getting stronger (no pun intended) and more hard working)

Listen if I had half a brain for dialogue this fic would be written but I don’t so I need some help in that regard.

oh you definitely have a strong plot built already! it’s amazing? it’s unique and different! there could be many other fics with similar takes but yours is very fresh? jace being a squire is cool???

it allows him to grow, to build a stronger character to be a prince of honor not just for himself but for his people, it’ll allow him to be a much stronger person! the idea of oc kinda guiding jace to see beyond and into his people is so nice? jace in general is soft, and very passionate to learn so i know this he can take it into a challenge until he dominates it.. oh you definitely have such a good plot, there’s a lot of dialogue that could be incorporated, oc from what im seeing a brave, strong headed person so her way of speaking is very.. how can i say.. professional? empathetic? compared to jace who is just learning these things & hasn’t seen the things oc has seen so a lot of things can be added.. i would love to see more! but if you’d like help to build dialogue pls do let me know!

[girlfox]

while listening to kas talk to me about their ahri portrayal, they inspired me to elaborate a lil' more on her ritualisms; therein, the manner in which she ornaments her cadavers post-feeding. i've spoken on this meta a million and two times in the past, as it's been an integral part of her character for almost as long as i've written her ━━━━ and a shard of my portrayal that i hold very dear. so, i won't ramble too much about that!

but i did want to touch on the very purposeful reasoning behind ahri performing this act & the variations she has in it.

as a devotee to the all mother, and keeper of her design, the fox finds profound meaning in every blade of dewy grass and whistle of the wind between tree boughs, and the rot of death gently sheathed in blankets of moss and soil. there is symbolism spun like intertwining threads amongst every facet of nature; no matter how small & insignificant or forthright & proud. it all has a purpose, something to speak into the world around it. this is why she guards her domain so fiercely, in protection of what is inherently good and giving without fault.

「 the forest of the one - thousand faced fox is where nature sprawls unto to thrive, and where lost souls go to find beastly penance. 」

this is also why the kkoch-ui janglyesig, or ❛ funeral of flowers ❜ ritual is also a tribute to the soul it's vessel once contained. in respecting the feminine entity that is the forest, ahri must respect the souls that wander beyond the boundaries of her realm ━━━━ that is, if she deems them so fit to guide gently and with honor into the spirit realm. after all, there are many instances of those who taste of ash & rot that challenge the fox in her own arena whom far from deserve a garland of flowers but rather the maw of hungry wolves.

all this is to say that ahri is keenly aware of the meaning bestowed upon particular flora, and takes note of this whilst adorning her prey in moss and flowers. knowing this, ahri makes an effort to impart these meanings onto those who pass in her forest. ( the particular flowers needed are not always readily available, but nonetheless she makes an effort in the name of sanctification ).

although ahri would never harm a child, it is a sorrowful fact in a war-ridden world that she must guide their souls beyond the natural realm and into the spiritual, at times. in this case, ahri delicately blankets them in nature and bestows upon them 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘.

they represent innocence and purity, as does the soul of a child; deserving only of safe passage into the warmth of the spirits beyond. if their soul should linger, perhaps forlornly shackled to the corporeal plane still, ahri will not consume it but delicately pull it from where it remains and dip it back into the all-encompassing, ethereal ocean of souls where it may find peace. after all, this is as simple a task as drawing her foxes fire from the intangible.

the most frequent of unwelcome visitors are lost travelers and merchants seeking out a lesser walked shortcut on their journey. as if tying the knot of their own fate, ahri then deems them fair hunt for their intrusive presence. these are the souls she will consume with minor remorse ━━━━ though that's not to say it's without none, as ahri has a deep-rooted appreciation for human nature and human emotion, and the short bursts of life they carry. under normal circumstances, the fox does not desecrate her prey without reason.

therefore, once the hunt is over, she will impart on them 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒 & 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒.

representing invasiveness, they are the most straight-forward form of symbolism when used; it is also most common to find her corpses embedded with this particular brand of flora, and the one she's become most known for in the surrounding areas and towns that have likened her to a dangerous mythos.

now, it's rare for ahri to even consider bestowing those she would tear to ribbons without a second thought with her ritual. but in very rare instances, she might. this is particularly true for souls she may feel are wrong and corrupt, but perhaps simply had a bad draw in life or their hand was forced. this opinion is typically formed post-feeding, as their memories and experiences and emotions crawl through-out the crevices of her mind. ahri is not without complex nuance in these situations; she is capable of benevolence in the face of rotten souls. it is simply ... infrequent.

for these, if ahri should bother looking for them, 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐃 are used. the former, though can be equated to the first blush of spring and rebirth, is also highly toxic despite this. it is a reminder that there can be grim darkness in the once clean human soul. the latter is known to symbolize rejection, or serve as warning to others to stay away; it is without subtlety that ahri uses this in bushels.

of course, an abundance of other flora and foliage is utilized in her rituals as the end purpose is to relinquish their physical forms to the omikayalan⁰¹, but there are consistencies between particular souls. the flowering ritual is something ahri holds dear to her heart and is not only a form of metaphorical prayer but a means of returning what once was to where it came from, preserving the natural circle of life.

[find-the-devil]

I. The Stranger

Night loomed, heavy and important, hanging over the cornfield with only an orange band separating the tall dark stalks from the sky. The breeze carried a scent with its mildness, thick and sooty. In the town, abandoned but not empty, every light remained lit as the children stayed awake and alone, the eldest had their faces pressed to the windows. The atmosphere wasn’t silent, nocturnal birds whistled to one another, small feet pattered in the grass, warning the others of the fast approaching fire that marched on hundreds of legs. The ardent mob appeared to be led by a man who ran a few yards ahead of them. 

He sprinted, straight like an arrow shot by an expert marksman as the swarm behind seemed to jostle and stumble in the haze of their emotion.The calling and clamoring rang faintly in his ears. His breaths came fast and with stinging urgency, ashy air filled his lungs and burned his throat. Rhythmically crunching and scraping the ground, his feet hit the dirt road. In his eyes, you could see the smartness of fire pressing him forward. 

This hunt was not his to lead, he ran like the foxes and snakes hiding amongst the weeds. 

The path stretched out, long and dry, bordered by grasses yellow and sunkissed, scarred by tire tracks. Finding himself in the middle of the gaping opening of the cornfield, some 25 yards away from him and the two hundred sticks ablaze at his back he hurtled himself forward with animalistic survivalism and momentum. Lungs raging and irate from strenuous over-exertion, his heart pounded with merciless desperation and his chest strained to contain it. 

The gap between the man and the field closed. He found himself engulfed and absorbed by a sea of obscurity that rustled and sliced as he ran. One has no bearings at the bottom of the ocean. There is only crushing weight. The dark that pulls you down is the same that draws you up. There’s something swimming beside you and you don’t know it’s there. The sky above and the soil on which the tread matched in color. Direction had no place in his mind, his steps were furtive, impulsive, thoughtless. 

No higher reason governed his movements, his limbs were affixed to a cross bar that moved his feet, the hand that held it was survival. There existed only “away” from the blaze set out to consume him and the crimes for which he was to burn. 

Fire rounded up beside him. 

The pack of wolves on his white tail could be heard barking and snarling as they gained speed on their weary prey. Soon the flame would overpower him and whoever held it would be awarded the honor of affixing him to the pyre. He was going to be taken by the wave that crept up in his peripheral vision. All sound escaped him, sucked in by his frantic breathing before he had a chance to hear it, he refused to feel himself being caught. 

The villagers shouted, wailed and cursed in a sort of mass hysteric fury. The waving wands of righteous flame sent embers like red stars into the sky to lose themselves and burn out like the celestial bodies which they aped. Robin dashed, unsure if the ground moved beneath his beaten feet. 

A scream like that of a deer shot during the hunt crawled out of his lungs and ripped itself out of his throat, like a creature too eager to be born. He carried the haunting sound of acrimonious despair in his gut as he charged forward still, letting it echo and fizzle out among the deaf ears of corn. Someone was buried in his ribcage. With nails uncut and jagged from time and use they tried to tear the flesh off of his bones from the inside out. The orange band that kept earth and sky divided had ducked under the field, below his feet. The air shone, alight by flame encroaching. 

Only a white light, the size of his fist, led him through the ocean, a lure in the deep. The chaos at his back faded, and the flames approached more slowly, as if hesitating not by knowledge of what they were to find but by fateful fatigue that kept them safe. 

Robin met the light, small and artificial. His foot caught the mound that lay unmoving and rigid in the dirt and he saw the man crouched beside it, almost looming above it, shoulders curled over, the only part of his figure visible. 

“You look lost, stranger.” spoke the man with a coolness that stilled Robin’s limbs, unconscious and conscious tremors alike were forced calm by a cooperative instinct “There’s an awful lot of ruckus behind you. Fire too… Tricky thing to bring into a corfield.” he added, standing with shoulders rolled back and flexed, eyes tracking what little movements he made, imposing among the grasses. 

A white, plastic mask obscured his features, his eyes spoke for his expression. His hands were dark as if engorged by the world around him, thought given a different hue by the lantern at his feet, almost claimed entirely from view. 

“Help me take this back to mine, you can stay there if you’d like.” he offered plainly. Robin had met night hunters before, given permits and the like, but he’d never encountered one who hunted without a rifle or camouflage. There was no weapon to be seen, and for dress he wore a simple tank top, the same dark color as his hands and blotched with white. He took the brunt of the game’s heft in his hands, holding it behind his back and waiting for the other to follow suit. 

“What do you hunt?” Robin asked, prompted more by a morbid curiosity as he neared the dead mass on the ground. 

“Deer.” replied the man casually, neck craned to one side to better see him, wavy hair falling limply down over the other side of his face. Robin felt cloth, textile in his grasp as he heaved the other side of the mass into his hands. 

“This doesn’t feel like deer.” he spoke, considering the weight and the fabric he felt. His senses were dulled by his fatigue, his mind was dull and his head throbbed painfully shooting waves of a pulsating ache through his skull and down through his bones as if eating away at the marrow inside and fracturing them each as it passed. Yet he stood, with the weight of this clothed animal in his hands. 

“It’s not.”

Something unsaid in the atmosphere festered and writhed as a pause lingered and shouting people drew nearer. The pair remained still for a moment as realization trickled into Robin’s altered consciousness. Shoes resting just past his palms, the checkered shirt stained, body slit down the middle, not cut deep enough to split but gaping darker than the rest of it all. It disfigured what he carried. 

“My house isn’t far.” the man said. Hands and scythes cut and tore the stalks, the shape of the mob like a circle coming closed at his back, flames threatening to take him, uncaring of the havoc wreaked on the harvest. Move forward, or burn. He righted the weight in his hold and jogged to keep up with the man in front of him. The lantern affixed to his hip illuminated the leaves as they ran past, corn silk like heads of hair kneeling in the grass, eyes of some creature or another shining as they ran past. 

The sounds dissipated, the crowd dispersed, seeping and moving like rivulets divided from an immense roaring river into the field as the two of them ran to its edges, emerging some minutes later into a dark less crowded but just as opaque. His only bearing was a small white light as he marched along the dirt road, leaving an inky trail that he stamped into the gravel with his busted soles.

[captainelliecomb]

WIP Wishlist End of Year 2022 Updates

WIP Wishlist

I love doing the WIP Wishlists. Cheers for the first full year! Your comments and tags are brilliant and make me happy every time.

WIPs that have been updated since I did the mid-year update in July.

The Blue Knight vs. The Kingslayer by SeeThemFlying @seethemflying From round eight, last updated 20 Sep 2022

Things I love: Brienne and Pod’s friendship and teamwork, the sheer silliness and threat of the Kingslayer, Imp, and Evil Queen, the Honor League, the sweetness and softness between Brienne and Jaime while their alteregos wage war on each other, how over-the-top and joyful and perfect this is as a comic book story.

Break the Shape We Take by ClasseySpanks From round eight, last updated 19 Oct 2022

Things I love: Intriguing worldbuilding, particularly around the Evenstar prophecy, Jaime needling at Brienne because he loves to see her eyes and her blush and to argue with her, something dangerous lurking in the trees and impaling deer on branches, Brienne brave and fearless when she’s doing what she’s been born to do and awkward and withdrawn otherwise, Jaime and Brienne teaming up.

The Crossover by LadyRhiyana From round sixteen, last updated 29 Sep 2022

Things I Love: The humour, the comic book characters and their stories, Jaime and Brienne clashing and brilliant together, Tyrion and his Halfman Comics team, the descriptions of the creative process, everyone’s characterisations.

Golden Lion by chrkrose Mentioned in round fourteen, last updated 28 July 2022

Things I Love: The entire premise, the failed conquest of the seven separate kingdoms of Westeros, Queen Joanna fiercely leading her family, the dragons of Tarth, a woman as Evenstar, sweet, honourable young Brienne, Queen Joanna and the Evenstar helping each other.

The Keeper by PalyGirl From round two, last updated, 14 Aug 2022

Things I love: Intriguing plot and world building, Brienne with friends and dragons, Young Griff is sometimes fantastic, friendships.

The Kingsguard by LadyRhiyana From round nine, now complete

Things I love: Modern AUs with Brienne as a princess, why Selwyn joins the rebels, Jaime the undercover Kingsguard, the way they annoy each other to no end, Brienne’s friendships, the way they protect each other, the history of Evenfall Hall, Lannister sibling dynamics, and spring break shenanigans.

Oh Lazarus, Were You So Afraid? by enemiesloversparadise From round fifteen, last updated 3 Dec 2022

Things I Love: Jaime actually dealing with the sept explosion, Tommen, queer Westeros, how Brienne and Pod relate to each other, Jon Snow and his politics, Sansa and Brienne’s friendship, the secondary pairings, the adventure of the story so far and potential to come.

An Old Lion Amongst Young Wolves by Angelic_Temptress From round three, last updated 02 Nov 2022

Things I love: Arya and Sansa friendship; Sansa’s clever playing of the game; complicated, difficult incursions of the dead more than just one hard-to-see long night; dialogue that is smart, and witty, and sarcastic; more practical ways to go to war.

Play On by motorbike_on_the_avenue From round fifteen, last updated 16 Nov 2022

Things I Love: The humour, Jaime and Brienne’s bickering, Brienne’s friendship with Margaery, the slow reveal of Brienne’s history, Brienne’s relationship with Cersei, the job choices for secondary characters, and the sheer entertainment of the setup.

she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree by aeemmmoor @kishibashiinghiing From round eighteen, last updated 26 Nov 2022

Things I Love: Jaime and Cersei swapping places, Cersei’s ambition, Cersei’s gender issues, how intrigued Jaime is by the plan but how strange it feels too, Cersei’s height, Tyrion’s response to everything, the obsessive love that does not lead to incest.

Silk and Steel by LadyRhiyana From round ten, now complete

Things I Love: Brienne the Targaryen with a dragon and an army of Stark, Baratheon, and Arryn fighters, Brienne’s advisors warning her away from her beautiful, golden spoils of war, Brienne growing up beloved and respected as a strong, fierce, determined alpha who rose against her mad uncle Aerys.

the top of my to-do list by Valmalpal From round seventeen, now complete

Things I Love: Jaime’s obsession with Brienne, how hot they are together slowly moving closer to sex, Brienne’s mix of stubborn and shy, how they care for each other, the way the tension builds.

unfiltered. by SeeThemFlying @seethemflying From round fifteen, last updated 23 Nov 2022

Things I Love: Brienne’s characterisation, Olenna Tyrell in all her glorious sharpness, Jaime’s inexplicable – to him – reactions to Brienne and to other people appreciating her, the punch of sexual tension, Jaime’s emotional softness set against his sharp words when he feels attacked, and the pining, conscious and unconscious.