#and queen of peace playing on repeat in my head

[alkibiadessuperfan]

y‘all, this christmas is literally just me trying to act friendly despite having anger issues towards my entire family

[littlenahsstuff]

When will my life begin-pt. 1

Chloe Charming x Red x f!reader

Synopsis- you are Rapunzel’s daughter but don’t know it because Mother Gothel survived and took you too. You possess similar powers to your real mother but they don’t work as well. Red and Chloe are visiting wonderland for the first time since the time travel and Red is nervous. She decides to take Chloe her new girlfriend to a mysterious tower from her childhood and they meet you.

Warnings: not proofread, angst, mentions of abusive parents, anxiety, fluff, slower burn, you just meet so no relationships until at least part two.

Almost 3.5k words

I really hope you enjoy!

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You awoke in your cramped tower, another lonely day. Mother says you can’t leave, you mustn’t. Evil people will hurt you just like your real parents. “You are weak and helpless and they’ll eat you,” is repeated daily.

You have a special gift; you can bring life and healing when singing. Mother loves your tricks but they are somewhat rare and you have a hard time making it actually work. She gets so mad at you, she says harsh punishment is the way to make it work. So far you still screw up.

She barely leaves you alone, the only time you can relax is when she takes her daily naps. Her “Beauty sleep”. Or when she goes on supply runs. You only ever let your thoughts drift then. To that one time you saw a flash of red outside. You were only 13 then and it’s been years but you always did wonder who it was.

***

Red was beyond nervous, Chloe a little too. She had to be strong for her new girlfriend, however. Red was dealing with healing from the trauma still and this visit was making her sick. She knows her mother is better but the whole time travel being dangerous thing has her waiting for the other ball to drop.

“It’ll be alright, promise Heart,” Chloe said it, trying to soothe her. She holds her hand whilst keeping the other on the steering wheel.

When they get there it’s a lot less gloomy than it was originally and the kingdom sits in the midst of a massive ring of roses. Red holds a smeck of comfort that the change brought her home some real peace, but the gnawing feeling never ceases.

“Yeah… I know” Red sighs. “I feel as if-“

“This is just a facade?” Chloe interrupts. “I realize how scary this is; I, myself, worry something went wrong but for now we have to play the part. It’s okay to be scared. You grew up with the most terrifying women I’ve ever seen.

They got to the entrance.

“Well… let’s face this then.” Red decides. She gets out and waits before entering.

Queen Bridget stands ready to greet her daughter, coming in for a bear hug. At least this time both her and Chloe are squished. She still flinched a little but was quickly soothed by a comforting tap on her wrist from Chloe.

“It’s good to see you… Mom,” for the first time.

“It’s so good to see you too my muffin cake!” Reds mom squeals. She starts to see more similarities to Pink haired Bridget by the second and she’s still weary, but relieved.

They pull away and Queen Bridget turns to Chloe.

“Oh where are my manners?! Chloe it is so wonderful to see you here again!” Bridget smiles. Not sickenly to Red’s mild shock.

Chloe glances at her girlfriend and they both smile too and shrug.

“Glad to be back too” Chloe replies with a chuckle. Time travel is weird.

“Now as much as I want to talk your ears off you girls must want to settle in first! I’ll have the Tweedle brothers carry your stuff to your room so you can unpack. Now… I wanna hear about any cute dates later but I understand. I’ll wait dears,” she actually GIGGLES and walks away. Not without giving a little squeeze to Reds shoulder.

They both stand there a little awkwardly and Red exhales, feeling like she can fully breathe again. She feels like she needs to get out when an idea pops into her head.

“Hey wanna go see something cool?” Red says excitedly. Chloe nods and red grabs her hand to drag her back out into the wonder woods they passed through on the way there.

“Where are we going?” Chloe whispers when they hit a particularly thick part of the forest.

“I would go into these woods a couple of times when I was younger… around the third time I came across a massively tall tower. I heard pretty singing. I sadly had to leave but when I came back for the seventh time I heard it again. I never really figured out what or who it was but maybe we’ll see if we go again.

And so they trekked further into the heavily wooded area for a few minutes until finally there was a small clearing with a large tower.

Just by luck did they happen to hear a soft melody coming from it. There was clearly someone home and Red couldn’t not pass up the chance to figure it out once and for all. She used to think about this for years after her last encounter.

“Oh no…” Chloe whispers and whips her head, “I know that look. We are not about to do what I think you’re thinking.” Chow huffs

With a role of her eyes, Red replies hushed, “Fine, just me then. I’m gonna figure it out.” She jumps up on the viney stone and finds it stable. She starts climbing and soon after Chloe groans and follows her.

“Does it have to be this high?” Chloe whimpers, daring not to look down. Red is already far enough up that she doesn’t hear her.

***

You finish sweeping when you hear climbing you don’t think much of it, it’s just your mother. You still tense but remain sweeping. You should’ve finished awhile ago, but you enjoyed the free will of being able to daydream while she was on a trip a little too much. You hear footsteps hit the floor and try and finish up faster.

“I’m sorry mother I’ll be better next time, let me finish first!” You hurry out. When there’s a second pair of feet hitting the ground you focus on the window. Two girls stand there.

You drop the broom and scramble back, falling on your back and hitting the wall.

“I- I- who are you?” You question breathlessly.

Red and Chloe both share another look.

“We aren’t here to hurt you!” Chloe hurried out. Red nods and slowly steps forward.

“No, we just heard the singing and wanted to check it out. Are you up here alone? How do you even get down every day?” She questions and you still cower but decide to answer them.

“I’m not supposed to speak to others. Mother will be furious, I- who are you?” You repeat.

“This is Red and I’m Chloe.” The blue haired one speaks. “I am from Auredon, Cinderellasburg specifically and Red is from here in Wonderland. Do you know why you are in this tower?” It’s almost too much but you answer honestly for fear of angering them.

“My parents were killed when I was a baby and my Mother took me here for my protection. This place is called wonderland?” You question. If you are gonna be killed maybe you can learn some stuff. Although, these ladies seem harmless enough and quite pretty. Nothing like the grotesque monsters your mother warned you of.

“Yes, you don’t know?” Red says, you shake your head. Your curiosity is quickly getting the better of you now.

“Please don’t lie what’s it really like out there?” You softly question.

“Well… there a kingdom just past these woods. my castle, oh by the way I’m the princess” Red casually throws in there making your jaw drop “but it’s very…. Beautiful.” She goes for. “There are roses everywhere now.” She adds.

“Oh… your majesty” you bow. You read a book once with a king in it and you knew you were supposed to bow.

“It’s only majesty for kings and queens, it’s- you know what that doesn’t matter you don’t have to be so formal, I am also a princess as well. Again though you don’t have to be so formal.” Chloe urges. You are completely awestruck by the fact that two very lovely princesses happen to be your first real life interaction besides your mother.

“Well… thank you Chloe and Red. I am still honored to be in your presences. Tell me, are these kingdoms violent at all?” You interrogate farther.

“Not too much honestly, like the occasional violent coup but day to day life can be lovely,” Chloe replies. Red looks to be deep in thought.

“So your mother locked you in here? That’s… that’s crazy” she realizes. Then her face lits up.

“Chloe, a quick word in the corner.” The two huddle leaving you to finally pick yourself up from the floor and dust off.

“Are you thinking what im thinking?” Red asks. Chloe bites her lip.

“Unfortunately. This poor girl needs our help. I can’t help but feel she looks familiar somehow.” Chloe frets. She thinks you are beautiful truly, but she can’t figure out for the life of her who you remind her of.

“Okay well I think we need to convince her to leave-

“I’ll do it.” You say, causing them to jump up from the huddle. “You two are loud by the way and this room is pretty small,” you giggle. It feels good, you don’t know the last time you’ve laughed. They both blush.

“That easy?” Red questions and Chloe slaps her lightly.

“What she means to say is, we understand how terrifying this could be and that we are glad you are allowing us to help you.

“I’ve wanted to leave everyday, my mother isn’t even my real mother and yeah, I’m terrified. You two are living proof it’s okay out there.

“So how does your mother get down?” Red asks.

“The vines”, you shudder at realization you will have to climb down. Chloe seems to have an equal reaction.

“Well let’s go get you somewhere less cagey.” Red smirks.

After a very fear filled climb down your bare feet touched the hard ground. The gravel admittedly hurts your sheltered feet and you wince.

“What’s wrong?” Chloe notices.

“Oh, I guess I’m not used to standing on such rocky ground.” You admit shyly and wince again when you take another step.

Red hums.

“Wait a sec.” She starts taking off her boots and hands them to you.

“thank you! I’m sorry if I’m a little slow with all this.” You relent, still very great full.

“Don’t be.” Red smirks.

Chloe turns to her, “is you giving people shoes a habit now?” She snorts.

Red rolls her eyes. You finish putting the boots on and get a little nervous.

“We better go, mother could be back any second.” You say.

“Alright then, let’s go” Red leads.

The walk is so terrifying every sound muffled from your time up high is so much louder. Each cherp, squeak, and buzz makes you jumpier.

It’s all worth it though when you see the red castle.

It’s the grandest thing you’ve ever seen, lit up (it’s now darker outside) and the roses are so stunning and fragrant you want to cry. And you do.

“Hey,” Red says. They both come closer.

“I’m fine it’s just so pretty.” You sob.

“If you think this is pretty wait till you see my room. It’s so cool” Red says excitedly and leads for you and Chloe to follow again.

Reds castle looks so much brighter than she remembers. It’s so well lit she can actually see the high ceilings now.

“Right this way, I need to check in with my Mom… she’ll know what to do.” Red decides. It feels so weird asking her mom for help.

The lounge room is very ornate and there is satin cushioning and mahogany wood everywhere. Reds mom is setting out some tea and snacks, enough that they are clearly for the girls too.

Red clears her throat, “mom I have someone I need you to meet.” She says. Bridget looks up and immediately drops the teapot.

“Oh my,” she tsks, “very sorry dear I just thought you were someone I knew. You look so much like her. Um who are you? It was now that both Red and Chloe shamefully realized they didn’t ask for your name. They were so focused on getting you out they didn’t even find out who you were.

“Y/n your majesty.” You curtsy. The queen inhales sharply.

“You don’t have to be so formal but uh… You wouldn’t happen to have hair that glows when you sing would you?” she questions. You are immediately scrambling to figure out how she possibly knew that.

“That’d be a coincidence, we found her in a tower. She’s like repunzel!” Chloe adds and then immediately gasps. Chloe feels so stupid for not putting two and two together. Meanwhile both you and Red are clueless of what’s happening.

You squeamishly give a “yes”.

“Oh you look just like her.” Chloe realizes.

You want to curl up in a ball. This is already so overwhelming.

“Like whom?” Red nods her head in confusion.

“Well, there was a princess named Rapunzel locked in a tower by an old hag, she would use the girls powers to rejuvenate herself. She originally pretended to be her mother. Her now husband Eugene found her and allowed her to see floating lanterns that appeared on her birthday. Turns out the whole kingdom was setting them off for her. They thought mother Gothel turned to dust but she reappeared and in turn stole her baby. They had no idea where she went and searched the lands. She wasn’t ever found…. Until maybe now?” The queen finished the tale, hope growing on her face by the second. Both you and Red were utterly gobsmacked.

They all turned to you only for you to get extremely lightheaded from the attention and the fact that other than the lanterns, the story completely paralleled yours. You didn’t even know when your birthday was. Your thoughts wage a war and you feel as if your legs are giving out.

Before you hit the floor Chloe catches you.

“Oh rabbits,” The queen exclaims. “You girls be a dear and make sure are guest is alright. I believe I really do have to make a phone call now.” She turns to you, who is still conscious but out of it. “Sweets, I promise you are safe now. This castle is heavily guarded. No one gets in that wasn’t supposed to and while you are technically free to leave at any moment I believe you understand you have to stay for a little bit longer.” She hums and turns shaking her head in disbelief as she heads to the phone in her room.

“I-I” you stutter. The two others give a concerned look.

“Hey it’s gonna be fine, even if you aren’t the lost princess we can keep you save. We promise,” Chloe soothes, Red is now hunched down to your levels.

“Promise” she agrees with a curt nod. You take a deep breath, it comes in more broken but it helps ever so slightly.

“Thank you, thank you both!” You exclaim, wrapping them in some sort of embrace, you don’t know what it’s called though.

“Ha no problem maybe-princess,” Red jokes. She earns a glare from Chloe.

“So if I my parents are alive, am I gonna meet them?” You question in disbelief. This feels like a scary dream.

Red bites her lip before replying, “Well I’m assuming that’s what the call was for, she is most likely calling them now.” You are more confused.

“How will they hear her voice from all the way from the castle?”

“There are these machines that let you call from any land so long as the other has one too” Chloe responds, sharing yet ANOTHER look with Red.

“Sheesh, you need to get out more” Red tries to lighten the situation and to be fair it makes you laugh a little.

“RED” Chloe scolds.

“She laughed!”

“It’s okay, I’d rather joke about it than have it still happen” you add but now they both look sad for you again.

“Do you think they still want me? Like what if they have other children and don’t need me as a child anymore. And I’m not really a child at all, I don’t know how old I am yet but I seem far too big to be one.” You start picking at your nails in worry.

Red sighs, “I know what it’s like to have to worry whether someone likes you or not. Trust everything will work out.” She says.

“From what I heard they never stopped looking for you. They did have another child but they actually did kinda do the lantern thing every year. It’s just that they didn’t understand you were sent to wonderland. The whole time they’ve been looking elsewhere but I know for a fact they never fully stopped and that shows they will want you.” Ella offers. You just nod softly, the fear was still there, but if it’s true then it makes you feel a little better. They were good at that. You think you’d want to be their friends. Best friends even someday if you still manage to hang out.

Before the awkward tension breaks naturally the Red queen burst through the door with two others. They also look like royalty to you but that’s not what makes your chest pound. They woman looks so painstakingly like you it makes Chloe curse herself for not getting it immediately. You all stand up, Red and Chloe help you first. And you all how your head.

The woman nearly runs to you and pulls you into another embrace of sorts. This time it’s a little tighter.

“Oh my, you’re really her aren’t you, you’re my baby girl!” She gasps. You blush and stand there terribly awkward. Red can feel your uneasiness from next to you so she coughs in attempt to break Queen Rapunzel from her stupor. It works.

“I- you’re my real mom?” You question.

She pulls apart just enough to put one hand on your cheek and another on your shoulder.

“I know for sure, yes. You are everything I dreamed you to be, my beautiful baby girl. Oh you must have so many questions.” She says. She smiles like the sun and has tears pooling in her eyes. She’s dress so elegantly in purple, but she’s shaking quite a bit.

“I’m here, you’re here” you say. Rapunzel turns to the man.

“Eugene Flynn Fitzgerald Ryder, come over here this instance,” she beckons and slowly a man steps forward. You notice you have his eyes and hair color. You’ve never had a dad before, it’s almost too much. He certainly doesn’t seem like he’s an evil man.

“That’s really her my little buttercup?” He says and when he gets a good look at your face he breaks into the loudest sobs you have ever heard in your life. You honestly don’t know what to do but stand there. You are also overcome with emotion but this is quickly becoming too much for you. He steps forward again.

“Bathroom!” You exclaim and haste fully walk past them and into the halls where you start running.

“Y/n-“

“Flynn give her some time,” Rapunzel sighs.

“We‘ll make sure she’s safe,” Chloe interrupted, grabbing Red to follow you.

After a couple turns they hear sobbing down an otherwise empty hallway. You sit there with your head tucked into your knees gasping for breath. They slowly walk up to you.

“It’s a lot, I know” Red sighs. “Meeting your mo- family for the first time. You start thinking of what can go wrong when you don’t know them and they don’t really know the real you. It’s hard.” She pauses, “but take it slow. I promise that they are also overwhelmed too. But after not getting any affection your whole life it seems like even the tiniest bit is too much.”

“If you want, we will stay with you as much as allowed. I know we just met but it seems like maybe you trust us the most and that’s precious, the trust,” Chloe states. Her eyes are truthful and earnest. Red shares that earnesty.

“I- supposed if it’s alright. I would never want to impose and you’ve done so much for me. This is all just- well you said it” you gesture to Red.

“We’ll be here.” They both say in unison and it makes all three of you giggle. Maybe your new life won’t be so bad. At least not if they’re in it. Your worry is replaced with a similar fluttery feeling but you don’t know exactly what it is.

This is your happy beginning. Your life has finally begun.

[mysticheathenn]

Where Does Your Life Require Focus?

Hi, Hexlings!

This pick-a-card reading is all about where in your life you need to put more focus on This could be school, work, friendship, family, etc.

This is a general reading, remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help. Tarot should be used as entertainment and not a sure answer to your problems but as a guide, a sense of hope, and amusement.

Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.

Pile l:

Tarot: 5 of Cups (reversed), Queen of Cups (reversed), The Wheel (reversed), 7 of Swords, Page of Pentacles, Queen of Swords (reversed). Clarigyer for 5 of Cups (reversed): 10 of Wands & King of Wands

"Every time I leave something keeps pullin' me back, me back. Telling me I need you in my life." - Chingy. This feels like a toxic love connection pile l that either you are currently in or you recently left. This may be with someone you have an on-and-off relationship with or this could be a repeating cycle of constantly meeting the same type of people to date with the ending always ending the same way. Either way with all of your Queen cards in reverse....I need you to stand up. The part of your life that requires your main attention right now is standing up for yourself and seeing your worth. Stop letting people play in your face, love bomb you, and make you feel less than the royal person you are. I feel a lot of you have been putting in most of the work in this relationship and you're tired of falling for the sweet nothings that they whisper in your ears to get you to calm down when you express how tired you are of their shit. Smooth Operator by Sade played in my head. You're tired of the sneakiness, the lies, the love bombs, and the gaslighting for a few of you, you're just tired of the same old story but something in you can't seem to let go because you don't value yourself let alone your time. You always don't feel as if you can do better than what you are or have been currently dealing with (this message is only for a few of you.) Just like Smokey the Bear's slogan says "Remember only you can put out wildfires." Well your slogan for this reading is "Remember only you can stop these cycles" and it starts with loving yourself, standing on business, and not going back to the people who keep hurting you all because you are afraid of being alone, the dick/pussy bomb/, or lack of belief in who you are to catch someone better.

Extra Messages: Oracle: You deserve love. Remember always that you deserve a love where you feel at peace, happy, and fulfilled. A love where you can relax your fight or flight system.

Pile ll:

Tarot: 8 of Swords, The Fool (Both Upright), The Moon,,, 7 of Cups, The Lovers, The Hierophant (All Reversed).

You deserve to follow your heart and passion pile ll. You are the only one holding yourself hostage to the things you want in your life. I believe most of you have been receiving signs and synchronicities to take the leap in the direction that has been calling you for sometime but for some strange reason you are hesitant to jump. It's as if you are stuck in the mindset that what you are currently doing is something you have to keep doing and you keep feeding yourself lies, fears, doubts, and imposter syndromes to keep yourself stuck in one place when you are meant to answer the call. Whatever that call is for you, this could be work, moving to a new city, state, or country, applying for something like a loan, or starting a new business..etc whatever it is, it is time. I'm getting the image of Lion King when the monkey goes to Mufasa and tells him it is time and he holds up Simba for all to see on Pride Rock. It is time for you to show the world your gifts, talent, your presence. Whatever this is your guides want you to have faith and step out not fearing that bad things will happen. I'm getting the question "What would you do if you weren't afraid?" Whatever is the first thing that comes to mind is that thing you are meant to do. Stop limiting your options to what is in front of you. The world is your oyster and you are meant to experience life through the eyes of fulfillment and abundance.

Extra Messages: Oracle: Prosperity, Clarity, Protection, and Compassion You are protected to take the leap in what you want to do with your life. Trust spirit that they won't let you fall and have compassion and faith in yourself that you will succeed.

Pile lll:

Tarot: The Hanged Man, 6 of Pentacles, Strength, 7 of Wands, Page of Wands (reversed), 6 of Swords (reversed), Queen of Wands (reversed)

Some of you may have been drawn to Pile ll. Pile ll was all about following the call of their heart and soul. You pile, pile lll is all about persisting and not giving up on the call. 6 of Pentacles is all about victory some of you are letting your doubts seep into your mind causing you to spiral out of control a bit because while you know things will happen you aren't seeing any proof or movement in your life or plans so it's causing you to even doubt your creativity, gifts, talents, and even yourself a bit. Stay strong and hang in there. Right now you are just in the limbo of your desires but they're on the way, just have faith. Cancel the noise that keeps trying to pull you under. Ignore those who keep questioning your every move because they secretly want you to fail and you are not going to let them because you are strong. The hard part was starting what you have done, now hang in there and keep going down this road. There are no rainbows without a little rain and stormy weather. You've got this boo. Don't walk away from what you are currently doing everything will pay off. In the meantime do some affirmations, work on other projects to help keep your mind busy, hang out with friends, and plan for this victory to happen because it's coming you just need to have patience, keep the faith, and don't give up.

Extra Messages: Oracle Messages: None. Just keep the faith, persist, tell people who keep questioning what you are doing to mind their business, and be happy for yourself and bring more happiness to your life.

Pile lV:

Tarot: 7 of Cups, Ace of Pentacles, 3 of Cups, 9 of Wands, 2 of Pentacles, 6 of Swords (reversed)

This pile has two messages but the main message is there are quite a few of you who are daydreaming a lot about financial abundance, celebrating wins, new friendships, etc but you aren't willing to put in the work to achieve these things because you either have been hurt in the past and not wanting to deal with people or it's easier t daydream than to actually go after what you are wanting. Then there are the select few of you who need to balance your work life. You are all work and no play and you are facing burnout. For some of you, your burnout is causing you to rethink everything that you want and have done so far in your life when in reality you just need a break. Go to the spa if you can afford it, or do a DIY spa treatment at home where you run yourself a bath, buy chocolate-covered strawberries, or watch your favorite shows, and maybe even take yourself out on the town. Either way, you need to show yourself some grace and slow down. You will get to the financial abundance and celebration in due time but you won't be able to enjoy it as much because you are constantly wearing yourself down. Nothing bad will happen if you decide to take a day off. Now for those who ar daydreaming about success without doing anything, you may just like pile ll, be called to view pile l. Pile l is all about answering the call of their heart but you...I don't feel you have anything specific per se you want to go after that will bring you financial abundance. All you know is you want it and you're not acting on coming up with ways of trying to achieve it because you believe it's hard. You're belief system and lack of direction are holding you back pile lV for those who resonate with daydreaming.

Extra Messages: Oracle Messages: None The world will not explode if you decide to take a day off. Don't run yourself into the ground. For others, find your passion, try something for fun and see where it leads, or even try the thing you have had on your mind for some time and see where it leads. Roald Dahl — 'You'll never get anywhere if you go about what-iffing like that.'

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Stay safe and be blessed

[asa-do-your-thing]

Mine is the Vengeance

18+ MINORS DNI (Dark)Aemond Targaryen x F!Reader (/OC, hair colour is mentioned), mentioned Aegon x F!Reader 3.8k Warnings: DEAD DOVE I REPEAT DEAD DOVE, dubcon, noncon, blowjob, cunnilingus, P in V sex, smut duh, derogatory language, sexism, parent-child incest mentioned, as always no proofreading no nothing

Time had seemed to slow around you. Biting back tears, you flinched every time Queen Alicent took another section of your dark locks to braid them sweetly up onto your head, creating a beautiful updo. Two moons had passed since you’d been married, and it was common knowledge that Prince Aemond Targaryen had only ever touched you on your wedding night, refusing to interact with you more than he had to, only the two of you and Queen Alicent knowing why.

It was not your fault, you thought to yourself and sighed. You were not to be blamed. Though still, you had to be grateful that he stepped up the way he did. A true Prince, you thought with a tiny sneer.

“‘Tis alright, my dear, he can be peculiar about your… previous duties to King Aegon. It is now in your responsibility to give him a son, seeing as… the realm does not have a clear successor. To keep the peace, you’ll gift Prince Aemond a little son, so that Jaehaera can marry someone befitting her position,” Alicent whispered soothingly, yet the frigid coldness of her voice did not soothe you at all.

Ah yes, having to give your husband your body, because your rapist is burnt and broken beyond repair, so no heirs may follow. Wonderful. Wonderfully splendid news indeed. Though, with a resigned nod, you accepted the Queen Mother’s dubious advice and flinched as she pinned your veil into your braids.

“Now you look beautiful enough for him. Go now, child, and do what must me done. And oh, before I forget it - do give him one of the smiles that enraptured King Aegon so. You know, he told me that that was the reason why he… paid you such attention. He always used to ramble on about your smile. Now go, child, go, and show Aemond how pretty you can be.”

With a lingering trace of hesitation, you rose from the stool, your royal dress rustling softly against the stone floor. The reflection on the grand mirror struck you; you were a vision of pure elegance and regality, every inch the consort of a prince. As you walked towards the door, Alicent's words rang in your ears, "...show Aemond how pretty you can be."

The long hallway leading to your marital chambers seemed like an endless path. It was as though each step echoeed back into the silence, reminding you of your duty and what had to happen for you to walk this shameful path. Aegon, drunk. Aegon, sobbing. Aegon calling you ‘Mother’ while he held you down onto the mattress.

Aegon, who had screamed at you. Aegon, who after having received an earful by the Hand, Lord Otto Hightower, rashly betrothed you to Prince Aemond. Aegon, who caused all of your and Aemond’s misery. Though… it was your misery, first and foremost. Aemond never had to cry because Aegon had ripped him up because he was too drunk and eager. You clutched the delicate fabric of your gown, feeling knots in your stomach. Swallowing hard, you lifted your hand to knock on the door.

Prince Aemond sat his desk, engrossed in scrolls bearing news of the current situation across Westeros. Alliances, Troop movements and such things. He looked up as you enter, his violet eyes betraying surprise before he quickly masked it with hateful indifference. His gaze travelled over your form, taking in your carefully arranged hair and the gown that fell around you like a dark green waterfall.

"Are we receiving guests?", he asked with a hint of sarcasm in his cold voice. Your heart fluttered uneasily but summoning all the courage you had left, you flashed him a radiant smile - one that was reportedly fondly spoken about by King Aegon himself. Maybe… maybe he’d play along, just this once…

"No," you replied softly, moving closer to where he sat. "I just thought... perhaps..."

You trailed off, aware that your cheeks were red with embarrassment. He regarded you for a moment longer before sighing and setting aside his papers. He stood to his full height and stepped closer to you, glowering down from his not insignificant height.

“Did the Queen Mother send you?”

Clenching and unclenching your fists, you nodded gently. “Yes, my Prince. I was to, well I still am to… fulfill my duty.”

The Prince looked down at you with a blank face, before disgust took over his fine, Targaryen features. Stepping ever closer to you, he held you by your wrists and looked you over, like cattle in the markets.

“Hm. Wouldn’t it be the greatest way to show my dear brother, the King, that I despise what he had done by just not touching you? Hm? So that I’ll be the next in line? Hm. I doubt that the Queen Mother really wished for me to bed you. Maybe you are just such a harlot that you’ve decided that you neded to get your fill again, now that my darling brother is burnt and crippled?”

His words stung, every syllable colored with venom. Your eyes welled up, threatening to spill over with unshed tears. Your heart clenched as he let go of your wrist. You turned away from him, unable to bear the scorn etched on his face.

“No,” you whispered lost in the silence of the room. “I am not a harlot,” you affirmed more firmly, turning back to him, your chin held high even as your eyes betrayed an ocean of hurt. “You know I am not. You know exactly what the King has done. Does that truly make me a whore? And I came here because it is my duty. Whether you choose to fulfill yours or not is up to you.”

Aemond crossed his arms over his chest, appearing unmoved by your heartfelt plea. But you saw something flicker in his eyes, a spark of understanding perhaps? It was quickly extinguished by a cold hardness that made you shiver despite the warmth of the room.

“Your duty?” he echoed, his tone laced with mockery and bitterness. “What a pleasant duty it must be for you – first my brother and now me?”

He began pacing around the room, looking more like a caged beast than a prince. You watched him quietly, feeling small and insignificant beneath his irate gaze.

After a long silence that felt like ages, Aemond stopped before the hearth, its flames casting ominous shadows on his face making him appear more dragon than man. He finally said in an eerily calm voice, “I will take you, then. Take you in every way known to man. You’ve been a whore once, so why not be a whore now? Give me my damned son and then you can go and fuck my corpse-like brother again for all I care.”

The words hit you like an ice-cold gust of wind in winter's heart. The world seemed to crumble around you as you grappled with the gravity of his words.

“My Prince, Prince Aemond,” you implored softly. But a single glare from him stopped your protest. “As you wish, my Prince.”

Silence between the two of you spread as the two of you stared at each other, not quite knowing what to do now.

“Take off your clothes, but be slow. With every piece of clothing that you lose you shall tell me what my brother had done to you. Tell me all about yourself and your wonderfully wretched body, my dearest Lady Wife,” he murmured and sank into a chair with a small smirk, pouring himself a cup of wine.

You felt like a deer caught in the glare of a predator, frozen and terrified. But this was your duty, as painful and degrading as it was. Each slow inhale and exhale felt like a shard of ice piercing your lungs as you reluctantly began to unlace your dress from the back. As the fabric loosened, you began to speak, each word echoing sharply in the silent room.

"His hands...he was rough with them," you started, trying to keep your voice steady. "He tore at my clothes with an eagerness that scared me."

The room was silent except for your voice and the soft rustling of fabric. The first layer of your dress fell to the ground, pooling around your feet. You could feel Aemond's gaze on you, cold and unyielding.

"He pinned me down in the council chambers...," you continued, paling slightly at the memory. "His breath stank of wine... he didn't even look at me... not really. I was two and ten, I’ve not even flowered then."

As you spoke, another layer fell away. You stood before him shivering slightly, feeling naked despite being partially clothed, your veil tickling you softly.

Your eyes met Aemond's gaze and for a moment, there was silence - a tense void filled with resentment, hatred – but also a seed of understanding that seemed to have sprouted from his icy demeanor.

“He didn't care about me... I was just an object to him,” you whispered, stepping out of your last dress, standing there like a doll, which some girl used to dress up, as you stood there in your shift, your hose and your luxurious headdress. “He always wanted me to tell him that I loved him. All while he was fucking me, scraping my face against stones, letting me bleed.”

Aemond’s eyes widened slightly at your statement while his jaw clenched tight. He downed the rest of his cup in one go and sat onto the bed, motioning you to come forth.

“That sounds like you were not a whore at all… but your gasps and moans were heard all through the Red Keep. Why did I always have to listen to your moans, never your sobs? Why did I even have to see you bouncing on his cock, tits out as if you were on the street of silk?” He asked slowly and bent you over his knees, methodically rolling up your shift to bare your arse to him.

All the heat rose to your face in embarrassment and anger as you tried to lie down in a more comfortable position, or, preferrably, to wriggle out of his grip completely. All you got, in return, was a hard slap against your supple arsecheeks. “Aemond! My P-prince! What are you-?”, you yelped, but were cut off by another rough spank.

"That's 'Prince Aemond' to you," he said, his tone firm. "And you will speak to me respectfully or you won't speak at all."

You bit your lip, forcing back the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes as your face burned with shame. But under his gaze, you found the strength to continue.

"My... my moans," you choked out, swallowing dryly. "They were not of pleasure but of pain. The King... He... He enjoyed making me cry out..."

Another slap made you gasp with surprise, your body jerking under the sudden pain, your headdress jangling at the sudden motion. You glared at him, your eyes aflame with anger and hurt. But he remained stoic, his face impassive as he stared back at you.

"You were there in the shadows, watching... listening," you said bitterly. "Did it bring you pleasure too? Hearing my cries? Seeing my discomfort? Pumped your fist while I bled?"

Aemond didn't respond but his grip tightened on your wrist and for a moment his face hardened.

"Am I expected to believe that?" he asked softly. "You expect me to believe that it wasn't consensual? That you weren't enjoying yourself? You looked so serene. Like the statue of the maiden in the sept…"

His words were like a knife in your heart and you jerked away from him only to be pulled back into place by a strong hand on your shoulder.

"Look at me, woman," he commanded, forcing your head up so your eyes met his. There was a strange look in his eyes now – not quite apologetic but no longer filled with rage either. “Tell me that you’ll look at me the same way and that you will not be complaining, chattering or crying. I want you to be as serene as you were back then.”

Bile rose in the back of your throat but you nodded slowly, getting up, but yelped as Aemond ripped your shift off your body, leaving you there in your bejewelled veil and your stockings. Not for long though - he pushed you down onto his bed with a force that knocked the wind out of your lungs.

“Tell me you want me too. Tell me that you’ll be as wanton for me as you were for him,” he whispered into your ear, his long silver hair brushing over your shivering, naked form. “Don’t deny it, I know you liked it, just as you’ll like this… But I’ll be gentle, I’ll treat you like a Lady…”, he mumbled on as he fumbled with his doublet.

Was he… was your sick, twisted husband truly trying to get himself to forget that you were here against your will? That you would never truly give yourself to him or his brother?

You did not immediately reply and received another slap, this time against your mound, making you yelp. “I… uh… yes?”

"Good. That's a good girl," Aemond purred, his eye flashing dangerously in the candlelight as he worked the buttons of his doublet. "Remember, you're here to please me. You're here to make me feel like the king my brother is."

His words stung, but you chose not to respond. Instead, you lay stiffly on the bed, your eyes fixed on an intricate pattern on the ceiling, trying desperately not to think about what was about to happen.

"What happened with my brother... It doesn't matter now," Aemond said softly, interrupting your thoughts. He dropped his doublet onto the floor and moved to unbuckle his pantaloons. His eyes ran down your exposed form greedily. "I will make sure that it is different. I will make sure you enjoy this."

His hands roamed over your body — fingertips barely skimming your skin, followed by gentle caresses and soft strokes that made you shiver despite yourself. He was true to his word: he was gentle — at least so far.

"Stop it," you whispered, your voice breaking as you pulled away from him and covered yourself with your arms. "Please."

Aemond's brows furrowed in confusion — or perhaps frustration — as he looked at you questioningly.

"I said I want... I want you too," you lied through gritted teeth, forcing a smile onto your face. You had to keep him appeased — keep him from hurting you any further. "But I want you... naked too. Show me how I should touch you."

Your plea seemed to surprise him as he quickly rid himself of the last articled of clothing. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a wanton little wife I have. Laying there with Jewels and a modest veil covering her hair… wanting to touch me. Alright then, Lady Wife, touch me,” he tutted and pushed you back up onto your knees, his finger pressing against your chin. “And do keep your wonderful smile while you try and take me with your mouth.”

You looked down at Aemond, the glow of the draping curtains casting shadows along his chiseled body. Forcing a shaky breath through your lips, you nodded and gently wrapped your hand around his hard cock. The contact made him hiss and you glanced up through your lashes to see him watching you intently, a peculiar look in his eyes.

"Well? Don't just sit there," he growled, his fingers tangling in your hair, playing with your veil. You swallowed hard against the knot in your throat before you lowered your head down onto him, his swollen, leaking tip staring at you teasingly as you wrapped your lips around him, quickly bobbing up and down along.

But Aemond had different ideas. He guided you at a leisurely pace, drawing out the experience as he muttered deeply under his breath. His thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away a tear that hadn't fallen yet.

"Slow down," he murmured. "I want to enjoy this." The way he spoke to you was as if he truly believed that this was what you wanted too. It was like he was coaxing you along, encouraging you like one might a timid horse.

You could feel the heat radiating off him as he pulsed subtly under your touch, his fingers relaxing their grip on your hair as if he was trying to fight against the pleasure coursing through him. His other hand fumbled for something on the side table - a small vial of sweet smelling oil - and tilted it into his palm.

"Open," he commanded softly. As much as you didn't want to obey him, fear of punishment had you complying immediately. He slowly poured the warm liquid into your mouth before pulling back slightly to watch it run down your chin and onto your heaving tits. It tasted nice, at least, you thought. At least he hadn’t hurt you too much. At least, you thought with an embarrassed blush creeping up your cheeks, it felt… okay. Not good, not great, but there had been a certain head between your thighs. Maybe it had just been the lewdness of the situation.

"That's a good girl," Aemond purred in your ear, his voice thick with lust as his cock twitched against your cheek. "Now, back to it."

You swallowed him deeper this time, taking him all the way down, your nose brushing against his pubes. He moaned approvingly, his grip on your hair tightening again as he started bucking his hips into your eager mouth in short, shallow thrusts. Your mind drifted away as you thought of anything but what was happening: the feel of sea breeze on your face, the smell of wildflowers blooming on the hills of your home, and the sound of your mother singing one of her lullabies.

Aemond's breathing became ragged and uneven above you. "I'm close," he panted, warning you just before hot, sticky seed shot into your mouth. You didn't stop until he told you to pull away, gasping for air as you wiped your face and chest with the edge of the bedspread. There was a tense silence between you both before he finally spoke up again.

"Get on all fours and spread yourself for me," he said simply. “I wish to taste you.”

As you were unpinning your veil, you felt Aemond’s big, sleek hands on your shoulders as he shook his head. “No, keep that on. I want to fuck my little doll - the doll Mother has dressed, the doll my brother has played with. But now you are mine. My pretty doll. Taking me so innocently…”, he rambled once more as he lowered himself between your trembling thighs.

Were men not supposed to be spent after their release? What was he doing to you?

You braced yourself as best as you could against the intrusion, trying not to whimper as he spread your lips apart. His tongue lapped at your clit, teasingly at first, then firmly, compelling you to arch your back and cry out in both pleasure and pain. His fingers plunged inside of you simultaneously, stretching you impossibly wide while his tongue continued its ministrations on your overly sensitive button.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked smugly, his voice full of satisfaction. "Tell me you like it."

"I... I-I," you couldn't help but moan as he pressed his face against your core harder, his tongue leaving a trail of fire along your sensitive folds.

"Say it," he growled against your thighs, his cock hardening once more against your thigh.

"I... I like it," you panted. "Oh.. oh Gods Aemond - I like it. Just like - mmph!”

His finger pushed into you to the hilt, curling and stroking inside until you were trembling on the edge of climax. "Say my name again, whore," he demanded low.

"Aemond," you gasped out, panting for breath. "I - I like it Aemond!"

He chuckled darkly against your core, his tongue flicking over your clit furiously as his fingers moved in and out of your wet channel. The waves of pleasure crashed over you like a tsunami, rendering you helpless underneath him until your back arched from the mattress and you cried out his name once more, clenching around his invading digits.

He pulled back just as quickly as he'd started, leaving you panting and drenched with sweat. "Good girl," he praised, wiping his mouth with the back of his forearm before capturing your lips in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue roughly into your mouth. As much as you hated to admit it, your body responded to him regardless of what your mind thought of him; juices slicked between your thighs as he ground against your core, hardeness poking your soft flesh.

You hated it. You loved it. You hated him. You loved him. You -

"Now let's see how tight that cunt really is," he growled against your ear before roughly rolling you onto your stomach, spreading your legs apart and plunging his length inside with one smooth motion, placing your veil over your hair in a way his mother used to do in the sept.

You could do naught but squeal and moan, trying your hardest to push him out with your cunny while tears formed in your eyes. Did he not promise to be gentle? But if you were to complain, what would he do then? What was he doing now? Your mind raced incessantly.

Would he also want to call you Mother? Suckle on your teats after he was spent? Or was he different to Aegon? Aegon would’ve finished minutes ago, you thought nervously. Why was Aemond toying with you like that?

He pulled back, almost fully before slamming in again, mercilessly repeating the motion until you were begging for mercy. "Aegon was right," he grunted as he pounded into you, grunting with each thrust. "You are tighter than a maiden!"

The mention of his brother's name sent daggers through your heart and spurred you onwards. Your walls clenched and unclenched around him, desperately trying to force him out.

"Yes," he moaned, interpreting your actions as pleasure instead of pain. “That's it my pretty doll, squeeze me tighter... tighter! Show your husband how good you can treat him!”

With a final grunt, he released his seed inside you, collapsing on top of your trembling frame. "You're mine now, doll," he panted, spent but still hard inside of you. "Mine and only mine. Put on a cloak and go show yourself to Aegon in his sickbed. Show him my dripping seed. Tell him that you’re mine." A few seconds passed before he pulled himself out of you and turned away. “I’ll see you in a month, if your blood has come again. If not, well… Fare well, until you can hand me my heir. Good night.”

[rosynanapen26]

GANONDORF X ZONAI READER ❤️

WOAH! I'm done with this one now. A big smutty fanfiction. Again, Ganon is evil, bad, a villain etc. so buckle up people.

This is a Rauru and Sonia daughter reader. I imagined the oc I drew but there are no descriptions beside long hair one time toward the end so you can put yourself, whatever simp you are. 😊

Minors do not interact please.

Warnings: spoilers if you haven't watched the tears memories in the game, size difference, monster fucking (He is basically one when he transforms), chocking, pain, death (not the reader), little mentions of blood, manhandling, dubious consent, non-con, gloom pleasure (not telling what I mean)

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The breeze was gentle outside as you sat in the garden with your father and mother, King Rauru and Queen Sonia. Two guards were standing straight, eyes looking cautiously the outskirts for any menace despite peace reigning for as long as you could remember. There were the zonai soldiers your parents built as well. You didn't think anything would happen. There was an accident two weeks ago but you hope nothing similar would ensue.

"I'm happy to hear you are getting better with your power." Your mother expressed her joy gently. "It takes me back to when I was your age. It was a surprise."

"Three people with a tear of time. Now that is interesting." Your father scratched his chin in deep thought. You perked up at this statement. He was talking about Zelda.

"I'll have to find her after tea. I wonder what she wanted to talk about with me."

Sonia put a hand on his. "Don't fret over this, dear." She grabbed her cup, sipping silently. The curved of her lips was not invisible to you and your father. "Just enjoy the present for now, you need it before they come for the matters we talked about."

"Who?" You looked at them curiously. You had no clue. "Don't we already have treaties between the people of the regions?"

"Not all, Y/N." That was enough to understand your father's words. He seemed uncertain as well, so why doing this?

"But—" Your eyes gazed at your still full cup of tea. It was a bad approach in your opinion. "Did you asked them?" He shook his head, making your brows furrowed even more.

"He responded to our demands and I accepted. I'll see to it for an agreement this evening."

"I don't think this is a good idea, father." Your voice was but a murmur. "Didn't they send mordugas two weeks ago to attack? If we hadn't being there—" You stopped yourself from finishing your sentence, closing your eyes a moment. The thought of death scared you and there is a high chance that it would've been a sucess for the Gerudos.

"You are thinking too much my dear." Your mother spoke sweetly with tender eyes. "Why don't we take one step at a time? Let enjoy this morning together for now."

"Sonia's right." Your father continued. "We are well protected and if something doesn't feel right, we'll make more preparations, alright Y/N?"

You nodded weakly. Your troat was dry and no tea could quench your thirst.

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You now sat in the throne room, next to your mother. Your father was in the center and Zelda next to him on his right, standing. Since the moment the Gerudos arrived, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. This man was a dark mystery but he was making you uncomfortable. Like a prey despite your mother's power coursing through your veins. You were still thinking your father was playing with fire.

"On behalf of the gerudo, for taking so long to accept your repeated invitations, it is our desire to be accepted into the protective embrace of your kingdom. To serve it faithfully." He kneel after the women who accompagnied him, one hand resting on his knee.

"A welcome appeal, Ganondorf. I will accept your vow of featly to the kingdom of Hyrule."

Your eyes widened toward your parent. Was he serious? "Father—" You whispered, bewildered but he exchanged a look that was enough to silence you and sat farter in your throne with a still rigid back.

"I understand that a single male is born to the Gerudo every one hundred years. Receiving such an appeal from you, a hero to his people and a king by birth," Rauru closed his eyes with a faint smile. "Well, it is truly reassuring."

"It is my honour." Ganondorf spoke slowly. With his head hidden in the darkness, you couldn't see his expression. "When your Zonai ancestors first descended upon these lands long, long ago, they must have seemed to be gods. And now you rule as king and have taken a Hyrulean woman as you wife." Your father sound cautious at Ganondorf words, frowning. "As well as birth a daughter of both race." Your eyes met his amber, almost red ones, petrified under the gaze while a phantom grin dressed his lips. You felt a gentle hand touched yours and looked to your mother. Her eyes were forward but the warm of her touch put your mind at ease a little. "Your Majesty has certainly risen above your admirable lineage. Most impressive."

"It is unfortunate that the noble Zonai no longer grace this world with their presence." The sunset passed through the windows of the castle and the light colored the Gerudo in flaming red. You supressed a gasp at the view as his gaze turned a sharp moment to you before turning to the king. "All except you and your sister, that is."

Rauru joins turned paler as he grasped the cold arms of his seat. He had a calm exterior nonetheless. "Even if something were to happen to me, both my kingdom and the peace it brings will endure for generations to come." An ominous silence followed before your father voice was heard again. "Your actions today are appreciated, Ganondorf. I look forward to your futur endeavors. You may leave."

"You Majesty." The man bowed before getting up in one swift motion, taking his sword with him. You saw the eyes of the devil one last time then he was gone, Gerudo women following behind him.

You heartbeat was fast against your chest as your eyes were fixed on the double doors at the end of the room. You didn't hear what Zelda had said, losing yourself in your own mind for a minute. Your father's words were short. "I am well aware of his evil nature. For that reason, and others, I want him close. It will be easier to keep an eye on him."

"I still think this is not a good decision, father." Rauru's eyes turned to you with slight surprise. "Something bad is going to happen. I sense it and it's unbearable." You clenched the tear that was neatly placed where your heart was. "I doubt Ganondorf is duped enough to stay tranquilly without attacking. He did it once, who said he won't do it a second time?"

Sonia, your mother, was stroking your back slowly, drawing circles to calm you while he got up and advanced toward you. "Y/N, I am touched you worry so much about us and the people here but this is nothing to worry about.  Everything will be alright." He smiled, almost hugging your form. You closed your eyes.

"If anything happens, we will be prepared." Your mother finished, looking at him, then at Zelda. You followed her gaze, watching the girl sending you her own uncertained smile.

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A week went by and Zelda talked to you about her own concerns regarding the Gerudo king. His name was familiar to her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. You both agreed that something was wrong at least. It made you feel less paranoiac that you weren't thinking alone.

Outside of your worries, you practiced more of your power with your mother and were getting better at it. You were able to stop time on bigger objects and for a longer period of time. She was proud of you, and your father was as well. 

A month passed before Zelda had send you a letter to meet her one night with chances to talk deeper in the matters that you were both preoccupied with. When you reached the exterior halls however, that's when you felt that this meeting wasn't normal. She had being quiet for the whole walk, even with the both of you alone. You looked at the scenery from the ruins before you gazed behind your shoulder and turned to her. "We are alone now. What did you want to talk about with me, Zelda?" A distorted smile showed on her lips, taking you aback. "Zelda?"

"It's was so easy. You are such a naive girl." You were too much in shock to be embarrassed at her statement. Her head leaned on the side, almost too much to be comfortable. A sharp object slide from her hand suddenly and you exclaimed in fright when it flew toward you. What you discerned was a knife stopped milimeters from your face.

You hadn't use your power—

"Oh my, I am surprise to hear you say such a thing." Sonia appeared around the corner.

"Mother!"

Her eyes weren't cold but the warmth was gone, slowly advancing toward Zelda, not taking her gaze off the girl. "I was wondering if I was seeing two at the same time, being in one place and another far away in such a short moment is pretty strange, don't you think? You did play your game pretty well." Your mother's power was still on then grabbed the weapon and tossed it on the ground gracefully. "But if you're not her, that means you are a puppet of Ganondorf."

You watched with wide eyes, stunned. "A puppet?" Did that mean that the conversations you had weren't with her? Were any?

The body decomposed as the marionette laughed mischievously. Red and purple formed on it until there wasn't anyone there anymore but a weird sent in the air.

You watched wary for anything abnormal and when you saw nothing, you let your guard down. You sighed, turning around to Sonia, wide eyes at the person standing behind her. You hadn't time to call for her as your mother was stabbed in the back, gasping in pain and surprise. The killer snatched the tear on your parent's necklace and she crumbled to the floor, blood on her white dress. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes.

"Mother!" You rushed to her, holding her body for dear life. "Please don't be dead. I'm begging you. Don't die, please!" Your powers weren't strong enough to turn back time and you hated yourself for it. But you despised even more the man in front of your kneeling form.

Grin wide, his chest vibrated as he roared maniacally. Ganondorf clutched the tear in a vice grip as it pulsed with power. "Finally it is mine." The tear materialized on his forehead with gold and the ground started shaking under your form. You held your mother tighter as dark mist surrounded the man, the scream of victory the only hint he was still there. You hid your view from it, your head in the crook of your parent's neck as you waited to wake up from this horrible nightmare. It wasn't real. It could've not been.

You were abruptly gripped by your dress, feet dangling off the stone ground, your hands instinctively reaching to get out of his hold.

"You can struggle all you want, princess." A dark voice grunted, sounding amused. "Nobody is here to save you now, not even your developing power of time."

Eyes wide, they were met with a changed man. His title of Demon King was fitting more now than ever with his monstrous appearance. His scleras became black, contrasting with the same eyes colour as before. The hair grew longer but the places where two horns had emerged. His robes were created of the same stuff that came out when he stole the tear, a similar substance that Zelda, whoever it was the real one or not, talked to you about from her own era.

He was demonic.

"Your foolish king took for granted the godlike power you had all in your hands, not using it to its full potential." His eyes slitted and your heartbeat quickened. While you felt overpowered by his stare alone, his grip on you was making things more difficult. You tried to kick him in vain, getting but a disorted chuckle in response. "Your mother is merely the first victim of his arrogance and she won't be the last, believe me."

The sounds of the doors resonated and tears cascaded down your cheeks at the new voice. "Y/N!" Your father was here and by the lighter sounds of feet, Zelda was as well. "Let her go, Ganondorf." He growled, barring his teeth in anger as his third eye opened.

"You tried to control me, Rauru." The changed Gerudo spat, but smirked nonetheless. He was in a better position than all of you. His grip was now on your throat, body turned toward them and they heard a gasp for air while you looked desperately at your father and friend. "You will die knowing that you fail!" He exclaimed darkly, then gazed at you struggling. "As for her, I have other plans in mind."

"You bastard!" You chocked without thinking, grasping for anything while extending your hand toward your parent. You were losing consciousness.

"What foul language for a Zonai princess." He grinned wickedly and looked to the king. "That will need punishment, don't you think, Rauru?"

Pain started to course through your body and you whimpered loudly, regretting your decision. It felt like it was burning, but weak now, it was easier to not do anything instead of fighting against the hold Ganondorf had on your neck.

Zelda was mouth opened. "I recognize it now, it's the gloom!"

Rauru looked horrified and helpless while the Gerudo was smug, an evil smirk reaching his ears. "What are you going to do now, king?" He emphasized on the last term. Darkness was creeping around your body until it reached your chest. It stopped growing but it was more painful than earlier.

"Please, stop! It hurts!" Your cries made your father's heart clenched, seeing you trashed around feebly. He should have listened to you. Maybe then you wouldn't be in the grasp of this awful individu. Maybe then, Sonia would've not died.

Ganondorf threw his newfound magic toward them with his free hand, Rauru immediately protecting himself, Zelda and your mother but you saw it wasn't enough. The shield was not stronger than the attack and dread filled your guts when you heard your friend teleported the three of them away, a guilty look in her eyes.

Your lips quivered, wanting to curl in a ball as the situation kicked in. You were alone now with this monster. The man huffed in annoyance, dropping you without a care, resulting in scratches on your hands and knees. You winced and choked on air, your respiration slowly going back to normal after the gloom disappeared. Watching him in a mix of fear and hatred, he send you a curled smirk in response. "This world as it is now is doomed and you will be the first to see it crumbled."

"You won't get away with this." You spat, tears slowly drying.

"Oh, but I will." Ganondorf seized your wrist, turning you around so you were back to his chest and Hyrule in your peripheral vision, a blood red moon high in the sky. Monsters of all size were attacking, destroying everything and killing everyone while people screams filled the air, making you cry again. You averted your eyes but he wasn't having it. He gripped your chin with his whole hand, his breath on your ear, making you watched. "I am the king now. After all these years of been belittled by your people, seen as nothing but lowly thieves—I am in control." 

You gritted your teeth. "You're just a monster."

His wicked laugh rang in your ears, making you shuddered with closed eyes while your ears and cheeks redened, feeling his face next to yours. "You're hurting me now, princess." He mocked, claws stroking your face with slow movements. They descended in the line of your breasts, then to your stomach, resting in the middle and you tried to trash away like you were just touched by fire. Fortunately the gloom was nowhere on your body but his hand had replaced the burning feeling. You looked at him in terror behind your shoulder when your body was bend on the rock debris. "Now, let's see how powerful this new body is."

"Ganondorf—" Your dress was pulled over your waist, dark clawed hands running over your bottom. "Stop this!" His grin only widened at your small voice.

"Pleading for mercy, princess?" He dryly humped against you, grunting like an animal as your cheeks flushed in embarrassement. His chest was touching you, chuckles making it vibrated against your back. "So pathetic. How I would enjoy this blast Rauru seeing your crumbled form because of me. I will savor breaking you until you are nothing but a slave." He groaned silently with half lidded glowing eyes, bit your ear and then pushed you farther down. Gloom invaded from the cracks of the ruins, flowing up your legs and arms until it stayed, clutching your members for restraining any movement. You whimpered against the substance. It was like stone was holding you captive now despite feeling liquid.

Ganondorf undress his robes, his length standing tall. "No, please—"

"Don't try to hide it for me, princess. Your body is responding very well to my power." He smacked one of your cheeks, the skin getting pink at the action and a pained moan leaving your lips. He stroke his member with slow motions before alligning himself to your entrance.

"Don't—Ganondorf. I'm begging you!" You felt helpless and vulnerable against his strong mass. He slid all the way in, creating another sound from you.

"Zonai are truly differents, but Zonai and Hylian?" Ganondorf straightened his back, looking down at your petite form with evil intent. You tried to push him out but it only brought pain. "I'm going to mold your body for me only. My own pet." The man cackled, sensing you clenched around him. You were suddenly feeling warmer as he continued to drilled down into your hole. "Would you like that? I do relished the idea of the Zonai princess reduced to be a lowly servant." The gloom dissipated from one leg as Ganondorf grabbed it, dangling from each rough thrusts he was inflicting. Your moans got louder, the urge to hide your eyes from him as the position was switched. That is, if it wasn't for the dark substance. Glowing ambers stared at your quivering form in amusement, watching your expression slowly turning lustful. "Finally." He pumped harder, your leg on his naked shoulder, gasping every now and then. Sensing struggle from your arms, the gloom disappeared from there as well. The man was slightly surprised when you put them behind him, or you tried, with how massive he was.

"Father—Help me." You cried for help, your brain still conscient as you hold the man. You felt disgusting for falling for such act from a monster such as Ganondorf. However, your body, although new to this, was accepting the pleasure with excitement. A tear fell down and he swipped it out before crashing his mouth on yours, canines grazing your lips and biting, drawing blood. Both hands were on each side of your head as the devil continued to fuck your entrance, juices flowing down the inside of your hips. His tongue entered after, devoring you until air became a need.

Ganondorf let go, gazing at your flushed and sweaty form. He turned your face to him. "Such a disgraceful expression you have on you, princess." He smiled evilly while leaving and entering swiftly until the Gerudo was all the way again. "Fits more a slut than royalty."

"Ngh—!"

"What do you say to your king, princess?"

You let out a whine, your head thrown back from the force. "N—No."

That wouldn't do. Ganondorf became rougher, a dark and serious expression on his face as he took your two legs to put on his shoulders and his own body mass crushing your smaller one. His shaft was pulsating inside and he groaned in his actions, loving how you clenched him like that so tightly. Gloom cascaded down your breast, applying a burning touch to your sensitive parts and the Gerudo smile returned at your voice. Your lips parted, tongue almost out while your whole body shook at each powerful trust.

"What a view" he gripped your troat again, lighter than earlier, and pressed you to the wall, face on the rock and his member pumping inside without mercy. He watched the sight of your buttcheeks rolling in pleasure, slapping them again. Your body moved like a doll, whinning at being stretched by his size while juice dressed his lenght. Ganondorf looked at it, chest rising in evil laughter. "Are you already at your limit, my dear?"

Your mouth let out silenced noises and he arched an eyebrow. "What was that?" He thrusted rougher all the way after been out. You spasmed. "Speak to your master." Ganondorf growled.

It was difficult to open your eyes while the power of his thrusts were inhuman. Your back arched uncomfortably, feeling close to his chest as your head now rest on his shoulder blade. The man huffed in annoyance, taking your waist instead as you continue to bounce on his shaft. "No matter. You are nothing now but a slave—my servant and you will bowed before me." A smug smirk dressed on his lips. "We are already close to that, aren't we, slut?"

"Ganondorf—Ngh—Yes!"

He had break you. Smiling triumphaly, the Gerudo ran a hand through your long hair, claws thugging in a vice grip. "Yes, let me hear you. Scream who you belong to!"

"I belong to you!" You moaned but he entered slower and harder into your entrance.

His breath tickled your ear while you stared lost at a red Hyrule. The man brought you closer to him in a standing position, his member going deeper. His free hand roamed your body hungrily, the other's fingers inside your mouth while the gloom was helping, pulsing on your chest and neck. Ganondorf grunted suddenly. "Now take it all."

You screamed when his essense flew inside, your stomach getting a little bigger at the amount. "So—much!" Your eyes rolled back before you fell limp. If it wasn't for him holding you, you would have met the ground. More gushed at your feet.

"What a waste." Ganondorf snarled at the liquid, fingers pressing at your entrance to block the rest. "But I use more than once what belongs to me. Say goodbye to your dear father, princess, because I am not done with you."

"Far from it actually." 

[justallihere]

aNOTHER play by play of my thoughts <3

I kid you not the entire time I was reading this the audio of Klaus saying "MOMMY ISSUES" was playing in my head

Lilith really said, "I'm going to be useful when I come to my kids by brining riders AND insert myself into the military lol"

OMG OMG DEVERA AND FELIX!!!!!

I'm assuming their mother is a particularly touchy subject between Mira and Vi (i lowkey felt uncomfortable reading their conversation in a good way but I also wanted to diffuse the situation between the two 💀 LOL) Mira needs a goddamn award. The mental gymnastics of trying to love/defend her mom but also understanding Vi's own personal feelings and her position as queen is rough

Mira telling Vi she's the favorite (likely bc she's the baby bc let's be for real here lol) Vi thinking its Brennan makes my heart break for Mira because what about her???? (No slight against Vi or B but my heart aches for Mira too, as the eldest daughter). All of them need a goddamn hug

This line HIT , when did this become a therapy session LMAO

“It’s okay if it’s not enough, and it’s also okay if you let it be enough. If you try, too,” she added pointedly, “instead of being stubborn about it. She left the country she’s dedicated her entire life to because of you.” 

Not Mira begrudgingly accepting Xaden and knowing that he's antsy as fuck w/o Vi

��Go home to your insufferable husband,” she said. “You probably stressed him out.” 

The dragons finally fucked and X and Vi had to do something about it. The spicy scene was 10/10!!!! I have so much respect for ppl who write smut well bc I can't do it LOL but what i really appreciated was the attention to detail of X getting her conduit for her so that she doesn't burn down the kingdom 💀. My exact thoughts were "wait is her mom going to know their fucking bc of the lightening" but then I didn't even need to think about that bc you HAD IT COVERED LOL

Lilith is so complex and I love her for it. I bet the room was frigid when Brennan and Lilth spoke.

Naolin was mentioned and I am SOBBING. I hope RY expands on him but idk if it will make it to canon tbh

Glad this was sorted out bc I know this was a particular fan theory that was RAMPANT. I never particularly agreed w it

“Dead?” Lilith repeated.  “The storm the day I crossed the parapet—” “I had nothing to do with that,” she interrupted. 

I am terrified and excited for what is to come Alli 😭. Again another lovely chapter that I thoroughly enjoyed from start to finish

So many mommy issues. All the mommy issues.

One thing about Lilith is that she has a purpose, and that purpose is protecting her kids, and because she's emotionally distant she'll just do things for them instead of with them.

I'm obsessed with Felix. He's such a fun character, just so much personality even though we see next to nothing of him in canon. Same with Devera! They feel the same to me in a lot ways I think.

Lilith is a touchy subject among all the Sorrengail children for sure, but definitely with Mira and Vi because Mira has spent so long trying to keep the peace between the two of them. And (in this world) Mira has been there for Violet in a maternal role a bit, so she sees the choices Lilith makes differently than Vi does and relates to them more, where Violet just sees that it's not what she needs from her mom.

This became a therapy session...somewhere around chapter 10, probably.

Idk what it is but I just love a dragon lust-fueled sex moment. Hits different, you know?

I can't believe I wrote a positive thing about Brennan Sorrengail 🤮 never happening again. Naolin is still just so intriguing though, I also hope we get to hear more about him in canon (I don't want him to be venin, I want him to be dead, to be clear).

I never particularly bought into the "Lilith tried to kill Violet on the parapet" thing either, especially once we learned about the deal she'd made with Xaden. She just loves Violet so much.

I, too, am excited and terrified for what's to come! Mostly excited!

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Ambition

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Pairing: Buggy x female mermaid reader

Word count: 2300

Warnings: none

Note: Got four or five chapter left for the Sea Circus captain to come to an end!

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You felt the soft texture of his hair as he rested his head on your chest, daybreak causing for faint light to seep into the room. You petted the top of his head as you played with his shimmering blue strands before you finally let your fingers rest by his ear to fiddle with his earring. While you brought your other hand out to see the ring. It sparkled with a greenish blue hue just like his eyes and you thought of all the days he had been carrying it, almost the entire duration of your relationship. His love for you was certain, even when you spent your time worrying if you would belong anywhere.

Now you did, as his fingers twitched against your skin with his arm draped across you, finally asleep after having never resting well. His hot breath running down to your abdomen, your thumb now slipping down to his jaw as you rubbed his stubble. How lucky, you thought, that what was once grueling yearning had now become secure company.

But peace never stayed with the restless, it was gone with the breeze as a soft knock resounded on your door. Your fingers froze above his cheek. Here in the confines of this wall, he was yours but if that door opened like Pandora’s box, it would cause an uproar. A scandal. The queen to be in the arms of a lover the people were not quite ready to accept. You laid still, Buggy nuzzling closer to you while you hoped whoever it was that was at the door had left, but a second knock resounded more impatiently than the first and the assasin from last night rushed into your mind.

Panic began to make you feel stuck where you were as you looked at the open doors, this now new uncontrollable burn that took over hands anytime you felt protective.

Assassin’s don’t use doors, you repeated to yourself as you shook Buggy for him to wake up. But instead he murmured incoherently asking for a few more minutes and that Kings don’t need to be up so early.

It made you smile but the knocks now grew more quicker as you heard shouts from the balcony below, the guards had found the body.

“Buggy, you need to get up and hide.”, you whispered urgently.

“No.”, he contested as he pulled you closer, his sturdy arms weighing you down as his lazy kisses under your jaw made it harded not to laugh and fight his clinginess. You held onto his forearms trying to create an opening for you to escape but it was pointless.

As you struggled, the doors burst open and in entered Helge, closely followed by a woman dressed in armour. Buggy didn’t care to wake up, he contined to rest as though he ran the place.

“How many times do I need to knock?”, Helge sounded annoyed.

“Till the doors open, you don’t just barge in.”, the woman yanked him back by his elbow till their noses were almost touching, both starring daggers at each other.

Helge inhaled sharply, before he moved away like a child who had been told off. He walked towards the bed when he froze in his tracks. His eyes taking in the scene of you caught in Buggy’s arms, the only saving grace being the blanket that wrapped you and the pirate captain together.

You placed your hand on Buggy’s exposed back, there was no point rewriting this story now.

“Oh umm.”, Helge swallowed as he turned away.

“This is why. This is why we give people their privacy in their own bedrooms.”, the lady spread out her arms as a means to convey her point to Helge.

“Gosh I really can’t stand your nagging presence today, Elenor.”, he mumbled.

“I’m nagging? You had to change your shirt thrice before you stepped out of your asylum and it's all still green by the way.”, she put forth her point.

“Green is the prestigious colour of my house.”, he argued.

“No it makes you look like you’re from the swamp, algae.”, she smirked and he gasped.

“Algae? How dare –

You fell back into your pillows, all this noise had woken up Buggy as he squinted his eyes against the light. Nothing unnerved Helge, not like this woman was able to. She rested her hands on her hips as she threw her head back in fits of laughter at Helge’s bickering, her reaction only making his reaction worser as his pale cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“Children, children, please stop arguing.”, Buggy intervened.

“I brought this on myself.”, Helge turned to you as he pointed at Buggy and the woman next to him.

“Your Highness, Captain, forgive me for the disturbance.”, Elenor bowed to you to which you set her at ease as your gaze travelled to the man who looked like he was taking comfort in everything green.

You pulled the edge of the blanket to cover your mouth in the hope that it would hide your smile and when you saw Eleanor, her eyes glimmered with laughter too.

“Nope. You can’t join them and laugh at me.”, he waved his hand but it only made it worse.

As Buggy giggled, Eleanor joined in and you couldn’t help yourself.

“The green tie with a green shirt and a green pant, does actually make you look funny.”, you stated.

“Alright, I admit. I’ve been stressed and when I’m stressed I don’t think straight and it results in bad fashion choices.”, he paced on the side of your bed before he threw himself to his knees to meet you eye to eye.

“You’ve got to help me, Céane. My life’s in danger.”, his gray eyes caught yours and you settled. You had not once witnessed him in such distress.

“What is it?”, you asked and Buggy propped his chin on the edge of your shoulder listening in.

“The Barracudons are after me.”, Helge said and you pursed your lips.

“I received a note this morning.”, he reached out to his coat pocket to retrieve a small white card and held it out to you.

You took it, the ivory card with the Barracudon crest embossed in the top. But when you saw the single sentence scribbled onto the paper. You inhaled deeply.

“Your life will be the only accepted payment for the lose of one of our sons.”, you read and it unsettled you. All the more because Helge looked excruciatingly helpless and innocent in all this.

“It’s written in blood.”, Buggy added as he took the card from you to inspect it.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?”, Eleanor asked but her gaze was only set on Helge.

“You were quite busy teasing and chiding me.”, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Besides would you have cared?”, he turned towards her, his voice sounding broken.

That was why he was distressed, the fear that no one would notice his absence if something were to go wrong.

But before you could reassure him, his guard stepped in. Her eyes losing the mischief and in it’s place was an anxious hidden desperation.

“I do care about you, Helge. I’m sworn to – she reached her hand to catch his but he folded his arms as he pinned her down with the anger that flashed across his face.

“protect me, you are sworn in by my mother to keep me in check.”, he gritted his teeth but it only broke her further before she resumed her composure.

“You’re right.”, she clasped her hands together and turned away towards the open window. The laughter and fun no longer present, now the silence was piercing. Helge looked at her as though he had made a mistake but instead he moved away to take a seat in the armchair to the corner.

“They remind me of us.”, Buggy whispered in your ear before he kissed your cheek.

“That's because you’re a hopeless romantic.”, you sighed as he tilted your chin to face him.

“Only for you.”, he said next, his lips inching towards yours.

When another knock was placed on the door, everyone in the room stilled.

"With every passing second this place frustrates me further.", Buggy sighed as he let you go.

“An urgent invitation, ma’am.”, one of your staff exclaimed from behind the door.

You began to move when Helge stood up, gesturing you to rest as he headed towards the door.

“Aww isn’t he sweet, making sure you don’t move away from me.”, Buggy spoke sweetly in a teasing manner as you shushed him.

It was difficult as is getting him to behave before, now it was impossible.

But Helge seemed to be arguing by the door instead of receiving the letter.

“She’s asleep. I will take it on her behalf.”, Helge stood his ground by the door blocking the view as your handmaid tried to look past him.

But she pushed past him and before she could get any closer, you shoved Buggy under the blanket as he exclaimed. You pulled the sheet up to your neck as you rested a cautionary hand over Buggy making sure he stayed still for a few seconds. You felt the curve of his nose bump into your waist, and the edge of his smile against your skin.

This was not going to be good.

Your handmaid rushed to you, a silver plate in her hand as it held a single invitation with a wax seal.

“I was instructed to give this to you as soon as possible. We weren’t sure if you knew about it, your Highness but it has already been circulated to the townsfolk and other houses.”, she said frantically.

You reached up to take the envelope as Buggy began to squirm next to you. His hands slipped down your thigh in an attempt to cause you to stumble. You instead caught his wandering hand as you kept up the pretense.

“Thank you.”, you told her before she could catch sight of the movement beneath the blanket but she bowed instead and turned to leave.

The doors were about to close and you were about to let Buggy out from beneath the covers when,

“Oh I had a hunch you might be here.”, Theodora’s voice boomed as your gaze drifted to Helge. He sat still like he had seen a ghost, as he visibly shut down the moment she entered.

“Where else would the young lovers be if not bask in the early hours of the last few days of being separated.”, she beamed and Helge sat up straight.

“Last few days?”, he questioned cautiously.

“Yes, haven’t you seen the invite yet? I was beyond thrilled, just when I began to worry if you had the courage to ask her.”, she moved towards her son while he held her in a scrutinizing gaze. She was up to something.

“The only sadness is I wished you would have told me first. No matter, the queen to be was kind enough to send me a letter to inform me.”, Theodora continued on while Helge looked at her in confusion, so did you. You had never written to her.

Taking in her son’s expression, she sighed.

“The engagement.”, she cocked her eyebrow.

The guard tensed, her eyes focused on Helge while you broke the seal to the envelope in your hand in an urgency. Pulling out the card that held the Nerroceane crest embossed in it was an exquisite invitation for your coronation and the celebration of your engagement to Helge.

Nothing made sense. Theodora gasped when she caught sight of the ring on your finger.

“How exquisite. I had offered Helge my engagement ring but the one he has chosen is, quite adequate.”, she sniffed as she patted her son’s cheek as though she was so proud of his work. Eleanor fell silent as she resumed her position next to Helge, while he looked awful. His eyes finding yours as the gears in both your heads churned. The Barracudon assassins were after you and him for this reason. You were soon to be the ruling couple from what the invitation said.

Theodora inhaled when she caught your eyes.

“I thought it would be best if the travelling circus found another island to inhabit after your coronation. Once you are queen, you will not have much need for entertainment.”, she held your gaze.

You felt Buggy shift next to you.

“And who are you to make such decisions on my behalf?”, you questioned.

Theodora flashed a calculated smile as she rested her hand on Helge’s shoulder.

“Well in a few days we’ll be family.”, she commented, it made you feel nauseous and trapped.

You grew silent and felt Buggy’s slow breathing as you wrapped your fingers around his.

“The clown is a distraction, the kingdom would need your undivided attention. And since I am the mother of the king, I will try my best to lessen your load by being on the council.”, she laughed and it all sounded fake.

There was only one ambitious person in the room and it was clear who it was.

“Well, thank you for your lovely intrusion. Now if you will give me the privacy to get ready for the day, I shall meet you all to discuss the arrangements.”, you spoke and felt Helge’s cold stare on you. He wanted to know what you were planning but you couldn’t risk anything now.

Theodora tipped her head in acknowledgement as she waited for her son. Helge got up and straightened his sleeve, his eyes catching yours before he relaxed once Eleanor stood by his side. With that, they left the room and once secure. Buggy pushed away the blankets as he inhaled a deep breathe.

“That bloody witch.”, he exclaimed as he pushed back his hair, his sea glass eyes now shattered in panic, she had managed to get under his skin.

You pulled away the sheets as you picked up his coat that was pushed under the side of your bed.

Theodora had never played with pirates before and now as you slung his coat over yourself and secured the belt around your waist, you wanted to make a lasting impression on her mind.

“What do you say to one final performance? You raid the kingdom, I secure the throne and then we settle with the loot?”, you asked as you turned to him.

He looked dazed, the rage simmering down as he took in the sight of you in his coat.

He stretched as he got out of the bed, pulling on his pants as he made his way to you, gathering his hair up in a low bun.

“You know I’m always at your disposal, your majesty.”, he smirked reaching for your hand that sported his ring to kiss your fingers.

Ambition always had one enemy, it could never prevail against a noble cause. Even though you and him were partners in crime, the story you were fighting for was noble enough.

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[aedyre]

to be honest, the biggest issue with eso’s writing, and one i really hope they finally address and get their heads out of their asses over, is how badly integrated the main character has become into the story ever since they switched to their chronological nightmare philosophy of “everything can happen at any time”.

compare how much more grounded the pc feels in the alliance stories and main story vs the xpacs, where it is becoming increasingly more egregious how you’re treated as just a random mercenary/adventurer/what have you because you might be doing stories out of (release) order... meanwhile you may have beaten molag bal in single combat, ruined the plans of the daedric triad and saved summerset and vvardenfell, stopped a dragon invasion as well as the gray host returned and beat back mehrunes dagon into oblivion twice. and that on top of everything you do in the alliance stories.

and then you get to high isle and... are once again Random Adventurer #1534, with lady arabelle saying you’re “on retainer” and pretending she hired you (???), like you aren’t an eye of the queen/the king’s arrow/emeric’s champion, and close friends with the alliance leaders, and very likely involving yourself with the situation for that reason.

this works if you are still Random Adventurer #1534 because in the utter confusion that is starting eso these days, you started with the peace talks instead of the alliance stories (despite anyone who does that being able to clearly tell that they played out of chronological order, no matter what zos says), but if you actually played the story in order? no amount of “hello my friend :)” or random side characters from side quests you may or may not have completely forgotten about will fix the vast sense of disconnect created by who you are supposed to be, and who you are treated as.

the alliance stories don’t do that. the alliance stories build up over each zone, creating an actual narrative, with your character at the center. the dc will even pull the main story into it with the repeated references to your soulless status. as a result, the alliance stories make for a much more cohesive and enjoyable story experience, despite the fact that i think the writing quality in some of the xpacs and dlc is vastly improved over the vanilla content. admittedly not high isle’s though, that one is a lost cause either way. at least ayrenn and emeric got fancy new looks???

[duckdoeswords]

Change of Pace Ch.2 - You Don't Know Me

Summary: When a scandal breaks out after her father is arrested for Electoral fraud and Tax evasion she takes this opportunity to disappear leaving Atlas for a small town in the south where her Grandfather had a small farm that had fallen into disrepair. She arrives hoping to find a better life for herself and her daughter.

Words: 4912

Main Relationship: Weiss Schnee/Ruby Rose

Rating: M

Notes: I'm currently working on posting links to fics I forgot about to tumblr. I'm also trying a new format for posting said links. If you want to set the mood for the fic please check out the playlist for it and you can check out my ko-fi if you want.

Fic:

Weiss was woken up by the sound of a phone ringing off the hook. She blindly reached toward the sound, grabbing the phone from the receiver and pressing it to her ear. “Hello?” She mumbled groggily, annoyance leaking into her words.

“Hey. I’m gonna need you to check out in the next half hour or you’ll be charged double.” The voice was familiar, but Weiss couldn’t quite place it in her exhausted state.

“What!? What time is it?” Weiss was annoyed. Not only did someone wake her up, but they had the audacity of telling her to scram.

“It is, uh, 8:30.” The voice on the end replied, causing Weiss to run a hand over her face.

“And who told you to call me?” The tired mother wanted to know who thought they had the right to disturb her sleep.

“Well, my boss just told me to call up into room 206 and tell them that they have to be out by 9.”

“And your bosses name is?”

“Blake Belladonna Ma’am.”

Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose letting out a withering sigh. “Of course it is.” Moving to throw her legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll be down in ten minutes.” Weiss slammed the phone down on the receiver, angrily throwing back the comforter before pushing herself to her feet.

Moving around the bed, Weiss knelt beside her daughter gently shaking her awake, causing Ivory to mutter. “What?” She was obviously unaware of her current surroundings and situation.

“We have to go downstairs, peanut.” Weiss was less than thrilled about waking her daughter up already.

“S’eepy.” Ivory rubbed her eyes, wanting to continue her peaceful sleep.

Weiss brushed a strand of messy hair behind her ear, sighing as she had to play the firm mother. “I know so is mommy but I have to talk with the hotel staff.” Ivory looked sleepily up at her. “Once I’m done talking, we’ll get breakfast. Sound good?”

Ivory’s ears shot upright as she pushed herself upright excitedly. “Can I get pan’akes!?” For whatever reason, Ivory couldn’t quite pronounce ‘pancakes’.

The tired mother laughed, ruffling Ivory’s already messy hair. “Yeah. We can get you some pancakes.” Ivory jumped out of bed and made a running start for the door only to stop when Weiss cleared her throat. She turned, ears pressed against the top of her head to see Weiss holding her shoes. “Forgetting something?”

The small child threw her head back, letting out an overdramatic and drawn-out. “Nooooo!”

“Oh please, get over yourself, you little drama queen.” Weiss rolled her eyes watching as Ivory’s ears flicked to the side as Weiss undid the laces, gesturing for her to come forward which the child did rather reluctantly. Ivory sat down in front of Weiss, squirming as she slipped the shoes on her feet. “Over, under, pull it tight. Make a bow, pull it through to do it right.” Weiss sang as she tied the laces before repeating the rhyme as she tied her other shoe. “And done~” Weiss smiled down at Ivory, slapping her hands against her legs gently. “You’re ready to go downstairs.”

Ivory stood up, moving from foot to foot. Her face scrunched up in discomfort. “They’re pinchy.”

Continued on Ao3

[queenofsimpsblog]

nights like this - shuri x reader

A/N: i see so many angst and smut fics of shuri so we’re in need of some sweet innocent fluff

@locoforshuri i hope you know i love you heheh <3

i hope you guys like this, lemme know if you want more!!

for the best feels listen to this on repeat:

the moonlight pooled over wakanda like a soft blanket. the soft buzz of grasshoppers filled the city as people departed to the comfort of their homes, ready to get some rest and prepare for the next day. summer nights in wakanda were always the most serene. no fights. no wars. just peace.

shuri stood at the balcony of your shared room, gazing out at the city. silently marvelling at her home. proud of the inventions she made that benefitted it. sleep remained a stranger to her tonight.

you were on the bed, reading one of your favourite books. you turned to ask shuri to get you some water, but frowned at the absence of her. you noticed her frame standing at the balcony and put a bookmark in your book, setting it down on your nightstand before going outside to be with your love.

“shuri? what’s wrong?” she turned to you and smiled at your concern.

“nothing, sthandwa. i just can’t sleep.” you sighed and extended your hand. shuri understood what you wanted her to do and took it, allowing you to lead her back into your room.

you made shuri sit on the bed, her back against the bed frame as you copied her position. you intertwined your fingers together and gently grabbed her chin with your free hand, forcing her to look at you.

“what bothers you, my love?”

shuri sighed before spilling her hearts content. “i just miss them.”

you didn’t need shuri to say their names. you knew who she was talking about.

“i know you do. i miss them too. but they’re not truly gone, are they? they’re always here for you. always here to support you, and love you. and probably laugh at the stupid decisions you make.”

shuri let out a chuckle as tears started to collect in her eyes. “yeah, i mean, can you imagine n’jadaka and t’challa fighting after what happened when i saw my cousin in the ancestral plane?”

you laughed. “oh my god, yeah. t’challa definitely went off on him for telling you all of that. i can so picture them chasing each other in the ancestral plane. and then queen mother would be yelling at them in the background.”

both of you laughed at that image.

shuri sighed and kissed your intertwined hands. “thank you for being here with me, y/n. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, and you don’t have to thank me. i’m your girlfriend. i’m supposed to be here when you need me. now, let’s get some sleep, yeah?” you reached to switch off the lamp and moved to lie down, pulling the comforter over both of you.

“sthandwa? could you do me a favour?”

“of course, sweetheart.”

“could you sing for me?”

you smiled and pondered for a moment, thinking of a song to sing. then it hit you.

(y’all can play the song now)

i like my girls just like i like my honey, sweet, a little selfish….

you softly sang and gently patted shuri’s head, lulling her to sleep. she smiled with her eyes closed and muttered a soft ‘i love you’ before dozing off. you ran a hand through her curls and kissed her on the forehead, before holding her and falling asleep yourself.

ALSO GUYS REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO PLEASE SEND ME IDEAS I WOULD LOVE TO WRITE THEM!!

[dominickeating-source]

Starburst Issue 69 (2005)

LIEUTENANT REED OVER AND OUT!

Actor Dominic Keating, who plays Lt Malcolm Reed in Star Trek: Enterprise, talks to Ian Spelling about his final voyages in the Starship Enterprise Dominic Keating goes down joking. Ask him to preview These Are the Voyages...and to provide a sense of what Malcolm Reed is up to in the Star Trek: Enterprise finale, and he cracks, "Well, I'm finally outed."

When the laughter stops, the actor turns only slightly more serious. "No, no it's a tie-up of 18 years of Star Trek, of a grand piece of work," he explains. "So it's not just pertaining to our series, which I understand. That's understandable. If I were maybe the captain I'd be a bit more disconcerted by this episode not really being my series finale, but I understand from the producers' point of view.

"They have nearly two decades of Star Trek to tie up," adds Keating, referring to the fact that Star Trek: The Next Generation stars Jonathan Frakes and Marina Sirtis are back in action as Riker and Troi, as These Are the Voyages... controversially folds the last Enterprise story into an episode of Next Gen. "So they've nicely woven our series into a bigger picture. I did a scene yesterday with Jonathan and I know Marina. She, like myself, is the queen of convention circuit. So we're kind of the two queens. And I'd met Jonathan before, when he was on the lot doing Nemesis. He's great, just an actor's actor, straight in with the jokes and the quips."

Lt. Malcolm Reed started out as the ship's armoury officer and,as the show fades to black, he's pretty much the same guy in the same position. "I think he's a little wiser now," says Keating, as he relaxes in his trailer during a break from shooting These Are the Voyages , which will wrap production a few days after this interview. "I don't know that my character changed in any great discernable ways in the four years. They played him as a type. He was fleshed out nicely here and there, and he had a couple of runs. This last run with Harris (Eric Pierpoint), the Special Ops guy, was fun. I guess he's just not as green as he was at the beginning. When I look back to the pilot (Broken Bow) and the first episodes, he's grown alongside me, as the actor who was playing him. I was two shades greener. But I kind of made my peace back at the end of season one that this show was never going to be about Malcolm Reed in any kind of in-depth way..It was always going to be about the captain (Scott Bakula) and Trip (Connor Trinneer) and T'Pol (Jolene Blalock), the babe."

Despite drastic changes and improvements to Enterprise over the past two seasons, viewers dropped like flies. Though this season's ratings have been stable and in fact spiked up a bit after UPN's announcement that it would bring the show back for a fifth season, only about three million fans tuned into Enterprise on a regular basis, thus sealing its fate. "I'm not entirely sure what the figures were, but my understanding is that this year we were heading up in the ratings, incrementally, in tenths," the British actor notes. "We were getting 100,000 people or so more each week than the week before for the most part. But, really, the big drop-off happened in season two. And once that happened, it was impossible to get those people back. We did everything that was humanly possible. We came in here week after week and did absolutely the best job we could. (New executive producer and show-runner) Manny Coto did a great job of reinvigorating the show, the scripts, but I guess it was too late already. No matter what we did we couldn't get back the fans we lost and we weren't able to pull in new viewers. So there you go."

And here Keating goes. It's time to look forward to the rest of his career. The actor grins mischievously when queried as to how, in a perfect world, his post- Trek career might play out. "In a perfect world?" he asks, repeating the question. "In a perfect world...in a perfect realistic world or a perfect imaginary world? There's a big difference. In a perfect realistic world I would segue into a really snappy comedy and show that feather in my cap. I did five years in a British sitcom and I did a film here with Tim Allen called Jungle 2 Jungle, for which I got a bit of notice. The respected American film critic Janet Maslin actually said I was the funniest thing in the movie - but a lot of f***ing good that did me or the film! Tim Allen paid to have her shot. So I would like to do a comedy. But, realistically, unless it was a completely horrible script, I'd do anything. I want to work. Actors want to act. It's what we do. It's how we make our money." 

Keating turns in his chair and reaches for a script on the table before him. It's not a Trek teleplay. "This is a funny half hour show," he says, brightly. "If I get the part it would be a series regular. It's very funny. I read it last night. It's called Don't Ask . I'd be auditioning for the role of Garrett, the gay psychologist who steals the lead husband away from his wife - who he is also the therapist for. And the whole story is told from their 12-year-old son's perspective. It's very witty. I don't think anyone is cast yet. So I'm already looking ahead. You have to."

FAVOURITE EPISODES # 1

STAR TREK: ENTERPRISE may never have been mistaken for The Malcolm Reed Show, but Reed and Keating enjoyed the occasional moment to shine. Keating points to "Shuttlepod One" and Minefield , as well as The Shipment, Harbinger and Countdown as personal favourite episodes. "Shuttlepod One was cracking fun, just that little mini-play in a shuttlepod with Connor," the actor says. "He's such a good actor and we had a blast doing that. And then Minefield was my first venture working with Scott, really. We'd gone a whole season and really had nothing to do with each other than the perfunctory scenes on he bridge and a couple of running around the corridors with phase pistols scenes. But Minefield was the first one that Scott and I, as actors, had some real scenes to play together. I got nervous beforehand, I remember, going into that. But we bonded. It was the first time we discovered our actor camaraderie. So that's one.

FAVOURITE EPISODES # 2

Season Three provided more fun for Dominic Keating, as he explains. " I really was the action man in that season and I loved all that stuff with Hayes (Steven Culp)," Keating continues. "Steve was so much fun to work with, and I knew him before. We'd done a radio play together years ago and we'd stayed friends. We go to the same gym together. So when he came in to play my nemesis I was great fun. It was fun to work with him and I felt like I was part of the acting community in LA. 'Oh, I'm working with my buddy.' So that was great fun, and the action sequences were great fun. And the death scene (in Countdown ) was quite moving. Steve is now in Desperate Housewives . He's playing the ginger-haired girl's (Marcia Cross) sort of sappy-soppy husband, and I can only hope I'm as lucky finding roles after we finish up here." 

Source: www.dominickeating.com

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

So… Yes, I do remember I have this WIP here…

I am so sorry for the delay. The muse on this work has kind of left me for a long while -which really sucks because I know exactly what I want to happen from here to the end, but…

Anyway.

Thank you so much for all the support and for all of you who had not given up on this. You’re the best.

I hope you enjoy this.

***

Chapter 14

Edmund rushed into the room. “What has happened?”

“Too many things to count.” Arya grumbled.

He looked around the room and noticed that his siblings were already there, besides Davos, Brienne, Sam, and Tormund. Jon had Sansa by his side and Arya was by the door.

“One thing at the time.” Jon asked. “Is everyone here now?”

“Yes, my lord.” Davos was the one to say it.

“Close the door.” Jon asked. “Whatever is discussed here now cannot be repeated outside.”

They all agreed and Edmund -the last to come in -closed the door.

Jon turned to Sansa. “We will start with your letter.”

She nodded. “I have been communicating with Tyrion Lannister. Susan has helped me with that.” She told Jon.

“What?” Arya demanded.

“He is the Hand of the Queen.” Sansa continued, like her sister hadn’t said anything. “And he wants a peaceful solution to all of this just as much as we do.”

Of course Jon had been aware of the letters. Sansa was loyal to him, and she’d never undermine him by scheming with Tyrion behind his back. When she suggested talking to the other man, Jon told her he trusted her, but to be careful and let him know how that went.

“Tyrion hasn’t managed to convince Queen Daenyris to helps us without Jon bending the knee.” She explained the others. “However, he did manage to convince her to send us some Dragonglass as a gesture of goodwill.”

Jon stood up immediately. “He did? They will send us Dragonglass?” He couldn’t believe it.

“Yes.” Sansa confirmed. “However, it’s not going to be a lot. As I said, it is a supposed ‘gesture of goodwill’, but she still won’t fly ther dragons down here and help unless you bend the knee.”

Jon sighed. “How much Dragonglass are we talking about?”

“A few carts.”

His sigh got heavier. “When will it be here?”

“Two weeks.”

“I don’t know if we have that time.” Jon suddenly felt exhausted.

“We won’t have much more.” Lucy cut in gently. “At least, not according to your brother.”

“Bran?” Jon said, even though there wasn’t anyone else.

Lucy nodded. “He wanted to talk to me earlier. He says we have a part to play and that Narnia must help on this fight.”

“With all due respect, little lady…” Tormund coughed. “How is that going to happen? Isn’t your Narnia in another world?”

Lucy gave her siblings a look. “It is time we explain this story in greater detail.”

Peter just nodded. “Go ahead.”

For the minutes Lucy delved deep into their history with Narnia. She told the Starks everything -this time without cutting any details. She told them about the great war in their world, about the train, the wardrobe.

About Narnia.

This time she told them about the talking animals, the dancing trees and Aslan.

Edmund lowered his head when the witch was mentioned, but Peter put a hand on his shoulder. The Pevensies didn’t interrupt once, not even to add anything to what Lucy was saying. They let her tell the story of how they became rulers of Narnia.

The Starks also didn’t say a word. Jon and Sansa just listened intently to the tale, while Arya semmed like she did want to ask questions, but was waiting for the right moment.

Tormund was actually the only one making any sound as he followed the story with the interest of a child. He even called the White Witch a cunt. Twice.

When Lucy was finally done, after she told them about their coronation, a silence fell on the room.

“Lady Lucy…” Jon sighed. “You must know how that sounds.”

Her sigh was more resigned than his. “I do, Your Grace.”

Jon ran his hand down his face, then turned to Sansa. “What do you think?”

Sansa let out a strangled snort. “Honestly? I don’t know. Sure, this looks beyond insane, but… There are dragons, Jon. There are living dead soldiers made of ice. What is a talking lion in the big scheme of things at this point?”

“When you put it like that…” Arya grumbled.

“We still have one problem, my lord.” Davos called from his place. “I do not mean to doubt you, Lady Lucy, but… How exactly are they getting here?”

“I want to know that too.” Sam piped up.

“And help would be great, but we have to feed people.” Sansa pointed out. “If another army comes here, I’m not sure what we are going to do.”

“But, my lady, if I may?” Brienne spoke up, she waited for permission to carry on. “One thing cannot be denied: since they arrived the winter had mellowed out considerably.”

“We can’t say it was because of us.” Peter was fast to say. “We don’t wish to take credit for that.”

“I know.” Jon agreed. “However, Lady Brienne is right. Winters here last… This is not normal and it only started once you came in. What if the same profecy that made you save a kingdom will be enough to save another?”

“I see your point, my king.” Peter pressed, more carefully than he’d ever spoken before. “But those are dangerous hopes.”

“Which is why none of this can leave this room.” Sansa said quickly. “We cannot tell people any of that.”

“Except…” Lucy cleared her throat. “Lord Bran told me that the army or Narnia will come. So the people from the North are about to be faced with animals that can speak. And centaurs. And fauns.”

“But how are they coming?” Jon demanded. “When?”

Lucy turned to Susan. “You need to call them.”

It took Susan only a second to understand what her sister was suggesting. “The horn?”

“Yes.” Lucy confirmed. “It will bring help, always. This is the help we need.”

“What about the horn?” Jon wanted to know.

“It is magical. It will bring help to whoever needs it.” Susan explained.

“Oh the Seven.” Arya groaned. “More magic?”

“Can’t you change faces?” Edmund asked the young Stark, and she just glared at him.

“Are you suggesting that if you blown that horn, we will have an army here?” Jon wanted to know.

“I am not.” Susan shook her head. “I am just saying that this is what the horn is supposed to do. Bring help.”

“Lord Bran said that she needs to do it.” Lucy cut in. “He said that she’d do it, and we’d have an army from Narnia.”

“I thought he couldn’t predict the future.” Arya turned to Sansa.

“He says it’s not predicting the future.” Sansa sighed. “He can see multiple possibilities. It doesn’t mean they’ll come to fruition.”

Arya scoffed. “How convenient.”

“My lord.” Peter took a step forward, looking at Jon. “At this point, what do we have to lose? If Susan blows the horn and nothing happens, we keep preparing the way we were before. You will receive your Dragonglass. Nobody needs to know about this.”

Jon’s head fell forward. “I can’t believe I’m even considering this.”

“Fuck’s sake, Snow.” Tormund called. “Dragons, army of the dead. What difference does a horn make?”

When someone put it like that… “Fine.” Jon sighed. “Blow the horn.”

They all turned to Susan with expectant expressions, like she was about to do a magic trick.

Ever since Jon had given them their things back, Susan had kept the horn by her side at all times. It was as if somewhere in the back of her mind she’d known this was coming.

She pulled the horn from her belt and took a deep breath in.

“Please…” She thought in her own head. “Please, we need you.”

Susan put the horn to her lips and blew it, the sound echoing through the keep.

***

Nothing happened.

The day ended and the night became quiet.

They didn’t want to feel disappointed, but Jon was tired of the hopelessness.

Lucy didn’t seem defeated by the lack of immediate answer, and her siblings quietly agreed with her.

Jon went to sleep, feeling more tired than ever.

He was awoken by frantic knocks on his door hours later.

“Your Grace! There’s an army! An army!”

Jon grabbed his sword and ran out of the bedroom, desperate. The army of the dead couldn’t be there, not yet!

As he reached the ramparts, he found Lucy, Bran and Meera there. It was such a shocking sight, he’d stopped short. “What…”

“Look!” Lucy pointed at the horizon, where the sun would come out only hours later.

He could see the lines of soldiers, the torches in their hands.

It wasn’t the army of the dead.

Was that a…

“Aslan.” Lucy murmured, emotion clogging her voice.

“The Narnians are here.” Bran declared.

***

Notes: I think it’s important to notice that it has always been my plan for the Narnians to come and save the day. I just wasn’t sure when they’d come.

And then it occurred to me that if they appeared dramatically the day before the battle it’d look cooler, but it also would be weird as hell for the people of the North. So they came early.

Let me know your feelings!

[xjoonchildx]

Dearest Miss Ana,

Now that Kanalia has ended ( and I repeat, what a wonderful ending!) I have a few questions. A sort of follow-up if you will.

A) Does the Queen confide in Boram about her relationship with Lord Jung and their baby? Does Yoongi know about his bestie’s extracurricular activities?

B) After the announcement of the Queen’s pregnancy how did King Namjoon and the unofficial Queen reacted?

C) Did our Queen ever write back to her sister? ( sorry I’m just very close to my sis and I want Queen to get along with hers 😭)

D) After the baby did anything changed in the relationship between their majesties?

Sorryyyy for the many questions but I am a woman that lives, breaths and gets motivated to exist by the ✨chisme✨ and I need the juicy details 😭😭

Also may I say this quickly, but from the moment that Yoongi went into the military and he had to break all contact I feel like I wasn’t able to keep up as much with the fandom.

I was expecting for there to be less of Yoongi but not in this degree and I feel like we were somehow thrown into the Anexo (a place where families send drug addicts to get clean but it’s brutal) .

I know it’s ridiculous to suffer so deeply the lack of someone that you don’t even personally know to this degree, but it hurt and I had to take a step back.

Reading the ending of Kanalia helped me reconnect with my love for BTS and Army, I may still be a bit away but you helped me remember the goods parts that I was missing.

Thank you Miss Ana ✨

sweet, sweet paloma 💕

honestly, what have i ever done to deserve you? if i am in any way connected to your rekindled love for BTS and ARMY, i'm forever humbled and grateful 💕 having you here to chat with and obsess about hoseok with has been a flipping blast.

so let's talk about your questions 😉

A) so ... the queen would not breathe a word about what's going on with another soul, not even boram. it's not so much that she doesn't trust boram (because i believe she's the kind of friend who would take a secret like that to the grave) but it's because sharing that kind of secret with boram would make the burden in some way hers, too.

that's a very heavy load to bear for even the queen and lord jung, so i can't imagine either would want to drag their innocent friends into it.

B) the king's reaction to the pregnancy announcement (even if he does have his suspicions) is generally positive. he certainly hasn't been able to produce an heir and he needs one! so he's going to slap that smile on and play the part.

privately, i'm sure he has some thoughts about it -- but he could be wrong, right? surely this is just in his head? 😉

C) yes, the queen absolutely writes back to her dear chaehee. she supports her sister in the marriage she's so happy for even if her mother thinks her new husband is below her station. and once the baby comes along, she invites chaehee and her husband to visit. at least now she actually has something beautiful of her own that she can share.

D) very little changes between the majesties after the arrival of the baby. they remain cordial and a bit distant, but at least now they both have a place they can go to in order to have connection and peace.

let's talk about missing yoongi because babe, i get it. i was watching his doc the other day and it really helped me understand why he needs this time away from the spotlight. he's an introvert who is far too talented to stay that way, but in the end he's got to retreat to his private space in order to stay sane.

i imagine that after this time in the military, he's going to come back with something brilliant like he always has -- and he's going to commit even harder to this dream of his. i know it's hard to wait, but man i can't wait to see it 💕

[thefallenprincesss]

“There is always something between us that will be ruined by others…”

a starter for @aemond-one-eyed

Rhaenya sat in her chambers… picking in her fingers as she always did… something was bothering her. The princess overly always thought things… but something was up.

She bounced her legs as she was quite scared of what was to come. Maybe the rumors were true.. but the words said couldn’t have been true… only he knew.

She wasn’t wearing her special dress… nothing was a new dress… her hems always fell apart to the point that the dress had to be restitched. Her fingers tugged on her sleeves as she got scared.

The words ran through her head… the idea that she would be the “court jester” if Rhaenyra asked to her to be. She paced around the room… as Lady Elaena entered. The lady came towards her friend before Rhaenya stopped her, “Do not— touch me,”

The lady’s eyes widened as she stepped back as she left the princess to think… there was tension in her chambers… she continued to tug on her dress to keep herself from going insane.

She just wanted to be nice to people… why was her being nice to her elder sister now being a suck up… that’s what got to her. The words repeated in her head…

“Rhaenyra only favors Rhaenya because unlike me and my other siblings, she would play the court jester should the queen ask her to”

Her lips quivered as she said the rumor… her head aching from the constant overthinking.

There was one person she knew would say this to her face. She knew there was a person who would proudly say this to all the people around the court.

She loved her family… why was loving someone such an issue. Why she couldn’t keep the peace between the family drove her insane like it drove everyone else.

She held the back of her chair as she held her breath… there was something she had always wanted to do. This was going to push her out of the comfort zone and it was going to make her feel… strange.

The princess got up and she stormed out of her chambers, her shoes clicking across the floor as she stormed. In a hurry her ladies followed behind her trying to follow the princess… but failed the catch up with the quick walking girl.

She reached Aemond’s door, she always knew how familiar his room was. She opened the door with full force slamming it as she walked in.

“Spreading rumors about me!” She yelled storming in, as the door slammed shut in the faces of her ladies.

Lady Elaena flinched as the door was shut into her face… she never had seen this side of the princess… not in the years she served the princess.

Rhaenya’s voice spoke again, “IS IT NOT RIGHT TO LOVE MY OWN SISTER? SHE IS MY SISTER AND I RESPECT HER, SOMETHING YOU CAN NEVER DO!”

She gripped her dress as she yelled in her brother’s face. There was tension as her hands moved her face in stress and anger. “I know you said it, I know you did. Why?”

Her voice broke slightly… the exhaustion was hitting her already, but she didn’t want to give up. “TELL ME!” she yelled back at Aemond.

[theyenvymarleyyy]

Sunny inhaled deeply as he walked around the field with a tune he's used to humming on repeat. The cigni neri and him were planning their next steps when he had excused himself for a walk bow on his back and a sea of flowers meeting every corner of the greenery such as butter cups and Lilly of the valley. he wanted to laugh as he translated their meanings. and he sat down and took off his quiver. He thought of his brother and parents and how Levy would pat his head sometimes and give him a smile he missed his brother before going away and becoming a damn pawn for the queen did he forget about him at the palace? he was sure it was brainwashing! hed seen her smiles they looked so real… or how his mother and father just let him go with just a fucking smile! they hadn't smiled with such warmth sense as long as his memory goes only in pictures before his time and they still didn't look that happy they were blinded by the queen's actions he was sure of it! She was playing them like a fucking fiddle. The cigni neri was right he knew it! or was he just jealous? hed do what was right and make his own name. anything to get away from those pity-filled stares as they talked about the old news of someone he never knew Sunny regained his calm and decided to shoot a few things to get some practice in. Contrary to what most even know of Sunny he was a good shot even without his glasses only helping him to fulfill his dream Wasn't it to live alone and garden in peace….? When did it change Birds of all kinds were dead as he collected them and put them in something to carry them (never a corvid. Hed puke if he killed one) and as he was getting ready to leave he saw some lilacs they had gotten them a lot when he was little. and thought of her Nova was her name right? His sister and the eldest. the one he’ll never meet when he can remember  died to a monster or something and so he drifted to what she would've been like would she be brash and abrasive or kind and polite? Would it be both? Was she skilled with a bow as he was? did she get the warmth Mom and Dad always had in those photos? They seem so cold compared to those did she randomly pick up stuff and fixate on it? Did she enjoy cooking as he did? Maybe have a strange connection with certain birds. would she have loved or hated him? Did she enjoy getting her hands dirty or keeping them clean? How was Levy back then did he smile more? Would he have left if it was her begging him to stay? He snapped out of it when one of his messenger crows came with a letter for him to return to base. he wondered what her favorite flowers would've been.

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[subwaysurf45]

The Music Game!

look at me being more active and gettin’ all personal...

Rules: Shuffle your “On Repeat” playlist from Spotify/Music service of your choice and post the first 10 tracks. 

Special shoutout to @desert-fern​ for tagging me, my ‘bi as fuck’ twin!

I, unfortuanetly, have the tech skills of an old grandma and can’t figure out how to link spotify all nicely in my post so you’ll have to do a little digging if you’re interested

Tom’s Diner - AnnenMakKantereit & Giant Rocks 

I remember vividly sitting in the back of my friend’s car as she drove me and few of my friends home while we were super drunk (she was the DD). The Aux was being passed around and I played this but didn’t realize until I sobered up the next day that I had apparently killed the mood!

Iron Man - Black Sabbath

what can I say, I love a good air gutair. Knowing all the words, the gutair solo, the drum solo is a party trick that has gotten a lot of attention. 

Just the Two of Us - Grover Washington, Jr & Bill Withers

I typically play this song if I’m driving with my mom because it is normally the two of us. I also find the middle of the song when it’s just intramental is really calming, I’ll forget I’m listening to it until his voice comes back at the end all smooth. 

Talk 2 Me - Montell Fish

this song got popular on tiktok but I also saw this guy live when he came to Toronto because I had gotten into his other music, I love the gutair and how it builds as well as the random cut offs. the entire song seems like it was recored in the bathroom which makes it that much better. 

Electric Feel - MGMT 

this song is the definition of working at a summer camp. it played all the time and I had it added to all my playlists, it was cool to work with kids and introduce them to your music and influence their taste, lots of kids loved this song. 

Good Old-Fassioned Lover Boy - Queen

I absolutely love Queen and the way this song moves up and down in my head, I feel like there are no bad Queen songs. It’s always a safe bet on aux as well as just hanging out, I absolutely love their music. 

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell 

this song is also very summer camp. I remember this playing on a bus trip to a tournament when I was in high school, there was a few of us that sang a long and manged to improvise the harmony and who sang what part, I miss those trips with my team and screaming the classics. 

Somebody’s Watching Me - Rockwell 

I fucking love this song, I listen to it all the time in the fall when it’s spooky season. I wonder who’s watching me now (who?) the IRS? is a banger of a lyric. 

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

this. fucking. song. i remember when I came back to this song when I was much older because this is the music tied to my childhood in a way, I was always listening to my dad’s music and this was definetly on his playlist. When I had came across it later there was a wave of calmness and memories of growing up, I hold this song close to my heart. 

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

ughhhhh this song is so chef’s kiss. I love fleetwood mac and am honestly suprised it hasn’t shown up before on this list. I’ve spent evenings dancing around my kitchen with friends as we pretended to be hippy’s, there’s always something so peace and love about fleetwood mac that brings me back to center and calmness when I listen to it. 

Again, thank you for the tag and if anyone wants to tag along go ahead and share your music, I’m not going to tag anyone specific because I want everyone to express their love of music!