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atarathegreat · 7 months ago

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Heyyyyy, I was thinking some bakugo x princess reader... except Reader is not ANY kind if princess...Reader is an absolute menace of a princess, why? Well first of all she wasn't even royal blood, she just kicked her way in trough murder and intimidation...second of all, reader is also a witch...but...a pretty witch...she is brutal, cold, and wont think twice before destroying whatever is on her way, Bakugo decided to try and challenge her to a fight, and just JUST when he entered her room, he saw her, Right out of taking a warm bath...Reader confuses Bakugo with one of her servants and feeling a bit funny she decides to...well...you know what i mean right? ;) well, at the end she finds out about eho bakugo really is and decided to make a deal with his tribe...

She ruled her own small kingdom, having even the king bow to whatever she wanted. Y/n wasn't too far from a barbaric ruler, the only thing keeping her from being completely evil was the fact that the kingdom began to thrive under her rule. Despite the harsher enforcement of the laws, many of the villages loved her and praised the way things began to turn up.

But Bakugo fucking hated it. Who was this low-class sorcerer that thought she was the best? Some seed stain on a pair of discarded trousers who had high hopes of becoming known. Bullshit! Second-rate duelist with a beginner's tool bag!

Bakugo glared up at the castle, remembering the last time he was there. A grand feast with the biggest animals that could be hunted and the best ale that had ever been made. Wenches at the ready, though Bakugo hardly messed with any of that, he was too busy trying to out drink his father. He always failed.

"Come out, you stinking boars ass!" Bakugo shouted as he hurried down the halls. Not to be confused, Y/n's maids tried to stop him, but there was little to be done when a barbarian was crashing through vases, tables, and benches. "Wench! Show yourself!" He threw a door open, only to freeze.

The room was ugly and barren, but the one inside...

Bakugo turned red as the woman stood from her trough, body bare for the gods to see and servants to touch. Soft thighs, plush hips, wet bre-

The man shook his head and turned the other way, growling.

"Oh, good. You're here. Fetch my clothes." Y/n walked calmly across to her bed, ass jiggling as if there was no structure beneath. He'd never been so stunned that he obeyed anyone, but he would blame it on the witch and whatever plants hung around her room. "Here." He threw the clothes at her and crossed his arms, not really in the mood to watch her dress, he liked her naked.

Y/n stared at him, her eyes a little angry and a little amused. "You throw my clothes at me? How brave. Why do you do such a thing?" It was the way she twitched her lip, that had to be the way she enforced her spells, her incantations. Why else would his tongue feel too thick for his mouth, or his throat too dry? "I will not be dressing you. It's not my job." Bakugo crossed his arms, trying to fight the magic. She was attractive, that had to be a part of her craft. She was putting him under a spell, clouding his mind with her dark ways.

"Come closer, young man." Y/n propped her leg up on the bed, exposing her most vulnerable to him, "Get on your knees, here." Her hand! When she pointed, Bakugo felt the absolute need to do as she said. How strong was this woman that she didn't need a wand? A staff? A stone? Just her little pointer finger and an order...

"Since you want me naked, I shall be naked. But you will pleasure me as payment." Y/n beckoned him closer.

Bakugo knew his place at the top of the foodchain, but this womans magic was making him forget it. To take back an ounce of his power, Bakugo gripped her thighs and dragged her closer, growling, "You'll be paid tenfold."

Gods above, she was delicious! Bakugo never wanted to pull his mouth from her heat, delving his tongue as deep as he could to taste all of her. Like honeysuckle or peaches. He wanted more. She gasped as Bakugo forced her other leg up, spreading her further to allow him deeper. "Yes, right there...good job, good job." Y/n threw her head back, gripping the furs beside her, "Oh, gods, slow down. Let me enjoy this."

He doubled down, applying more pressure with his tongue as he moved slower. Pride welled in his chest as she grabbed his hair, ordering him to give her more. The sound of a powerful witch begging for him to do more to her. Bakugo stood, ripping his trousers open and leaning over her, "You taste pretty, I want to know how you feel wrapped around me."

Nothing in the world, no sensation in the world would ever prepare him for the way his breath was snatched from him. "So fucking tight." Bakugo bullied into the witch, grunting as she squeezed tighter around him. He put her legs together and rested her ankles on his shoulder, making it a tighter fit, "There ya' fucking go, sweetheart. Now we're moving."

"Fuck...who are you?" The witch gasped, breasts bouncing in tandem with each of his thrusts, "None of my servants are so foul mouthed." Bakugo chuckled, beating his cock deeper so he could see the outline of himself in her gut. "Bakugo Katsuki, barbarian prince."

Her magical grip on him slipped as he got closer and closer to dumping his seed. Y/n shivered as the barbarian nipped at her ankles, leaving his own silent marks on her body, a mark that he had claimed her. But not his seed. Bakugo pulled free, fisting his dick until he covered her stomach in his mess, just to stick himself back in to finish her. "Oh, there! There!" She gasped, knees bending. It was then that she fully lost her grip on the spell laid over him and Bakugo was able to fully abuse her tight body, lifting her by her legs so he could stand at his full height.

"Gods above!"

Bakugo wished he could've tasted her orgasm, but he was happy enough to feel the way she squeezed him, riding out her high so she would come down easy.

It wasn't a traditional victory, but Bakugo had conquered the witch. Seeing his seed on her belly was like seeing blood on a hunt. Her spells, her magic, it all meant nothing now that he had won.

"Your magic is null now." He chuckled.

"I never used magic."

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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Eye of the Storm 6

Warnings: nonconsensual sex, a Thor who cannot decide on one emotion

This is dark!Thor and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a new servant at the palace of Asgard but the job isn’t so easy as you thought.

Note: Well, I’m sure you’re thinking how can Thor get worse? Perhaps this chapter will answer that question.

Thank you (except @lokislastlove). Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Loki dismissed you in the late afternoon. You would be grateful for your freedom but that wasn’t really what it was. You’d return to Thor and whatever he had devised for that night. It seemed that with each passing day, he only got worse. Given his mood that morning, you had little hope that the pattern would break.

You entered the chambers, a shaky breath as you listened for any sign of activity. It was still early for the king’s return but he was barely predictable. The mess left over from his breakfast remained so you cleared it and did a walk through of each room. You rearranged the vials along the shelf in the bath chamber and straightened the bedclothes.

You went to the window as your anxiety mounted. The sun was on its decline; it was later. Where was Thor? Did you want him to return? If he didn’t, that surely wasn’t a good omen. That meant some inconvenience which would irritate him further. As you were learning, his displeasure, whether caused by you or not, was nevertheless aimed in your direction.

You stared out at the walls of the palace and the tall trees along the stone, the winding vines carefully trimmed. You watched the flowers as they fluttered in the evening breeze and basked in it yourself. It was a cool night in Asgard.

You jumped as the door slammed. You hadn’t even heard it open and Thor watched you turn to face him. You greeted him with a choked ‘my king’ and went to shut the door. He didn’t look long as he swept away from the door and stormed across the chamber.

He cleared his throat and waited in the door of his bedchamber, his back to you. You went to him and unclasped his cloak. He parted once he was free of the heavy scarlet fabric and you went to hang it in its place. As you returned to him, he was on the bed, carefully loosening his armour. Silent.

He was upset.

He lifted the armour over his head and dropped it on the bed beside him. You grabbed it, it was heavy, and you struggled to move it to the cabinet where he let it rest most nights.

“It will need a good polish tonight,” He said and kicked his foot out.

You crossed to him and knelt to unlace his boots. You wiggled them from his feet and set them aside. His large hands rested on his thighs and he sighed.

“So, how was your day spent with my brother?” He asked. You could tell he had been waiting to inquire.

“Well, my king,” You looked up at him and realised all at once that the proper answer was not the right one. “Work, mostly.”

“Mostly,” He wondered. “And what else?”

“He did let me take my lunch outside,” You shrugged. “The rest was work.”

“Mmm,” He nodded and scratched his chin.

“Well, draw my bath for the night. I am sore after so long running around this damned palace.” He growled. “Be quick about it.”

You stood, unsteadily, but kept from tripping as you flitted away from him. You rushed into the bath chamber and circled the tub. You began to pump the water out, hoping to curtail the king’s anger. Whatever had stoked him would not easily be doused.

He entered as the water splashed down and you followed his shadow at the edge of your vision. He paced slowly around the chamber and you let the faucet run as you fetched the bottle of jasmine from the shelf. You went back to the tub and balanced it along the ledge along the side. Thor went to the shelf in turn and took a bottle from the bunch. He moved it to the end of the line.

“How long have you been back for?” He wondered as he turned back.

“Not much longer than you, my king,” You answered. You weren’t entirely sure but you suspected that would not appease him.

He tilted his head and tugged at the hem of his tunic. He arched a brow and you took his wordless command with a wince. You neared him and your fingers nervously bunched the tail of his tunic. You began to raise it as he lifted his arms and bent for you to roll it over his head. You untangled the blue fabric from his hair and set it aside on the counter.

You went back to him and stared at his chest as you unlaced his trousers. You didn’t miss the twitch within. You pushed his trousers down and knelt with them. His socks caught in the ankles as he lifted his feet to free himself from them. You added them to the counter and he watched you approach him.

You hesitated and glanced up at his face. He smirked and grabbed your hands. He rested them at the top of his undershorts. You took the hint and hooked your fingers beneath the thin fabric and pushed them down. Again you bent to angle them past his feet and dropped them with the rest of his clothing.

You swept away to the tub and stopped the pump before it could overflow. You stepped back and waited for Thor to get in but he only turned to stare at you.

“And you,” He said with a small flourish of his hand.

“Sorry?” You blinked. You bid yourself to focus on his face; don’t look down, don’t look down.

“You had a day as long as mine. I must say you’ve worked quite diligently these last weeks. You’ve earned a respite.” He said.

“I don’t… understand,” You replied as you wrung your hands. No, you didn’t want to understand.

“You may share the water,” He said. “It will help loosen your muscles. You look… tense. And I cannot blame you after so long in the presence of my brother.”

“Your maj-- my king, I do appreciate such kindness but I cannot accept. It wouldn’t be--”

“It would be further remiss to deny your king,” His voice turned stony and his smirk fell. “Don’t make me treat you as the child you act. Shall I count to ten?”

You were breathless. You slowly stepped around the tub and pulled your hands apart. You stretched your fingers and your hands shook. You reached the knot of your apron and exhaled. Thor watched every move you made. You tried to ignore him as you untied your apron and folded it atop the counter, opposite his own clothing.

You heard him move, his footsteps were light but grew further away. The water stirred noisily as he climbed into the tub and he let out a long breath as he lowered himself into the steamy depths. You kept your chin down as you bent to remove your sandals. You stood and untied your belt, letting the braided leather fall onto your apron in kind.

You felt as if you would faint as you touched your skirts. You balled the fabric in your hands. You heard a low hum from the tub. A warning. You pulled up your dress and tried not to lose yourself in the rough swath. You untangled yourself from it and bundled it up on the counter. Your shift, short and barely to your thigh has rolled up above your ass and left you feeling naked already.

You braced yourself and shed your last layer. It rested lightly on the pile beside you and you turned stiffly to face the tub. You didn’t look at Thor but the wall on the other side of him. You walked forward, small measured steps, and reached out blindly for the edge of the basin. You steadied yourself and swung your leg over the side.

Once your second foot met the marble, you were startled with the swirl of water around you and Thor’s hands on your hips. Your lips quivered and he turned you around. You were so scared you couldn’t think. You just let him guide your body back and pull you down to sit between his legs. His cock bobbed against your back as he nestled you down with him.

“See,” He purred, “You’re so tense.”

This man, this king, was utterly disarming. One moment seething, the next placid and gentle. His hands went to your shoulders and he began to knead, his thumbs pressed just below your neck.

“Relax,” He cooed. “Sweet maid, I do apologize for loaning you out like some used book.”

“My king,” You barely formed the words in your dry mouth. “I do as you bid me.”

“Oh, but I must reward such loyalty. Such devoted work,” He purred as his hand crept further down your back and continued to work your muscles. You couldn’t deny it felt good.

You were quiet as he continued to massage your back, his hands decisive yet careful. It was hard to hold back the groans as the found knots along your shoulders.

“What is wrong? Do I not treat you well, sweet maid?” His hands stopped suddenly.

You shook your head but couldn’t muster a sound. He felt along your sides and his hands hugged your hips. He leaned forward and inhaled the scent of your hair.

“Why then you do you reject my generosity?” His fingers tightened. “Why do you act as if I am such a monster?”

“I don’t-- I--” You gasped as he pulled you back entirely and you felt his arousal snug against you. “My king.”

“Did you prefer your time with him? With my own brother?” Thor snarled. “You did seem rather pleased when I returned. Thinking of him?”

“No, no, please, let me go,” You begged as you tried to pull away.

“You do tell me an awful lot, don’t you?” He snaked his arm around you. “Tell me about how I should act, what I should do.”

“Not at all, I just--” You struggled against him desperately. “Please, you’re hurting me. You’re scaring me!”

“If I was the beast you thought I was, I would’ve held you down that first day and taken what I wanted. Hel, I would have bent you over the table at that feast and had you in front of the kingdom,” He sneered. “Don’t you feel that?” He wiggled against you. “What you do to me?”

You whimpered and he shoved you away. You barely caught yourself before you crashed into the wall of the tub. You turned as he stood, looming over you as he dripped with water. You clung to the marble, waiting for him to grab you. But he didn’t.

“Don’t flatter yourself. You are just a servant.” He hissed. He breathed heavily as his eyes glowed an eerie silver-blue. “So do your work,” He lowered himself again and rested against the tub. “My hair needs washing.”

You slowly pushed yourself to your feet. You were dizzy and sick to your stomach. You waded through the water and grabbed the bottle of jasmine from the ledge and the pitcher there. You neared Thor and he let you pour the water over his hair. You went through the numb routine of washing and rinsing his hair, adding the jasmine as you flinched at his hand on your thigh.

He pinched you, hard.

“Get my towel,” He demanded.

“Yes, my king,” You put down the small vial and the pitcher.

You climbed out of the tub and carefully crossed the room to fetch his towel. You shivered as he stood and stepped out. You wrapped it around him and he turned to secure it around his waist. He brushed past you and you went to pull the stopper from the tub. He paused at the door and turned back.

“Dry off. Do not dress.” He bid. “Then come to the bedchamber.”

He left and you found a towel to dry yourself off. You left your clothes as they were, resisting the urge to try to cover yourself as you emerged. Thor stood with arms crossed, still naked, his anger apparent in his stance, though his expression was little better.

“My king,” You said nervously.

“I don’t want to hear your voice. I only want you to do one thing.” He snarled and you gaped at him in fright. “You will stand here,” He pointed to the end of the bed. “Face the door. Don’t move.”

You hesitantly stepped forward and stood as he said. He turned to you and grabbed your hands as they began to fumble with each other. He pushed your hands to your side.

“Head up. Not a sound, not a move,” He ordered. “Stand as such until I tell you otherwise.”

He backed away and you watched him take a nightshirt from his cabinet. He pulled it over his head and spun back to you. He scowled as his eyes met yours, your head craned as you stared at him.

“I said don’t move,” He stormed back towards you and grabbed your head on either side and put it straight. “I won’t tell you again.”

He let go of your head and stepped around you to smack your ass. Hard. You swayed on your feet and bit down the yelp which threatened.

“Perhaps you will learn your place,” He huffed as he turned and marched out of the room.

You stared at the door as it slammed but didn’t dare move. You feared that even with a wall between you, he would know. Your ass stung as tears pricked at your eyes and you sniffed. If only Loki had warned you sooner.

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The door opened again just over and after you were left alone and trembling. You stood stalk straight. You watched Thor as he strode in without acknowledging you, not even a glance. You thought to apologize but you recalled his order. Not a sound. You suspected it was too soon to even attempt atonement.

So you stayed as you were and listened to him move around the chamber. He blew out the lanterns harshly and the bed groaned behind you. In the dark, with only the light of the stars from the windows, you realised it was going to be a very long night indeed.

Your legs began to ache, your feet too. As the king’s snores rose, your eyelids began to droop and you shook yourself to keep from dozing on your feet. Your shoulders drooped weakly as you swayed, the short nights catching up to you as you were completely alone in your torment.

The chirps of the bugs and night birds without kept you awake, barely. You watched the window for the time and when the king snorted you snapped your head straight in fear he’d wake to catch you. You tried counting the minutes but lost track as your mind seemed to lag.

As the sun began to rise, you yawned and felt as if you’d topple completely. You moved your feet slightly further apart and stretched your arms at your side. A little while longer and the king stirred. He rose and you held your breath as you listened to him stagger into the bath chamber to relieve himself. He returned and you looked at him from the corner of your eye.

He yawned and cracked his neck. You licked your lips and gathered all the courage you had left. Tired, you found it hard to make your voice rise.

“My king?” You croaked.

He turned to you with a sneer and you gulped. He didn’t rebuke you, so you continued.

“Might I… apologize… for my… insolence?” You ventured daintily, pressing your hands to your thighs.

He lifted his brows and blinked. He crossed his arms and turned to face you entirely. He watched you expectantly. You cleared your throat and swallowed.

“I only did as I was bid yesterday but I fear that is not the reason for your displeasure.” You found it hard to look at him as his eyes bore into you but the slight twitch in his cheek encouraged you. “I should not have scolded you at the clifftop, it was not my place to do so. I did contradict myself when I spoke of our expectations and I heartily apologize for the offense I’ve caused you.”

He considered and nodded.

“Go on.” He urged.

You weren’t sure what else to say. You searched his face and slowly took a step forward. His eyes wandered down your body, a vital slip. Encouraging.

“Please forgive me,” You took another step. “I never meant to offend you and I’ve only served you loyally.” Another step. “I did only attend the prince upon your bidding and I swear I hated every moment of it.” Another, as the lies flowed freely. “I did long to be back here. Even if you’d not be here, I’d rather be awaiting you than in the prince’s service.” You stopped right before him. “I am so very sorry. You had every right to punish me and would not be remiss to dismiss me entirely.”

“Beg,” He demanded. “Get down on your knees and beg your king’s forgiveness.”

You reeled but quickly shook away your surprise. You backed up and slowly got to your knees. You clasped your hands together and bent your arms before you as you gazed up at him. Make it believable and he might show you mercy.

“My king, I am so very sorry. Please forgive me,” You forced out. “Please, forgive me, I could not bear it if you did hold a grudge against me. Should you send me away even, it would not be so bad as your dissatisfaction.”

He looked down at you and his hands fell to his hips. The hem of his nightshirt moved and you focused on his eyes. A smile spread across his face and he hummed. His lips parted but he was interrupted as another voice rose in the silence.

“Very curious indeed,” Loki slithered from the doorway. “I was knocking and did receive no answer.”

“You should have waited.” Thor turned and waved you up to your feet, speaking to you as he kept his attention on his brother. “Do cover yourself.”

“Please,” Loki added. “Why, brother, I have news too urgent to wait for you to finish… whatever this is.”

You swept a blanket from the bed and shielded yourself as the prince glanced at you. Despite his grin, there was something in his eyes which betrayed perhaps a sense of disappointment. He looked to his brother again and rubbed his hands together.

“What is your news?” Thor growled.

Loki’s amusement shone through at last and he chuckled.

“Why, brother, your bride has arrived. Early.” Loki announced. “And it seems at the most inconvenient time.”

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atemgirl94 · 4 years ago

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Pharaoh and reincarnated Queen’s adventures pt. 6

When they were back in Domino City, Britt stayed mostly in her room at the Motou's house. She went to school walking with Yugi but she did her best to ignore 'his' voice. For the most it seemed she was doing a good job at it but then things were getting to her. Tristan and Joey noticed during school Britt was a bit distant like something was bugging her.

"Hey, the girls stay at your place. Is everything ok over there?" Joey asked Yugi

"Yeah, for the most. Britt spends most of her time in her guest room." Yugi said

"Huh? I wonder why." Joey said

After school she walked with them home, she smiled a bit seeming to have things under control. When they made it home she heard Yugi calling her name.

"Britt, is everything alright?" Yugi asked

Britt turned around "Yeah Yugi. Everything is fine, I just need some space ok." She said

She went to take a shower after that because she didn't want to deal with many more questions. It felt good to let the water run on her skin as she closed her eyes.

"My Queen, why do you avoid it. Stop fighting it." She heard his voice

'why? Why do I want to stop fighting...I don't buy that I'm really this Queen.' She thought

While she was thinking about it all her thoughts went back to the almost kiss in the puzzle. A blush formed on her face knowing he could of kissed her right then but he didn't.

'it wouldn't of counted. It would have been in the puzzle not in the real world..but did I want him to kiss me?' She thought

Hathor was sitting in her own guest room thinking about the whole thing. How strange Britt had been since they'd returned. Just thinking of that guy holding her cousin like she was his made her mad. Hathor had always protected Britt from people who wanted to harm her and now it felt like someone was trying to take her place in Britt's protection.

"he won't take my cousin from me." She said under her breath.

Hathor, Bre, Nana and Britt had always known that a pharaoh would return. They'd known for years Britt was this reincarnated Queen and now it seemed as if the time had come for the Pharaoh to meet her again. Hathor knew Britt was stubborn she'd always said she didn't feel as if she was a Queen, especially not a reincarnated one. Now things seemed to be different, Hathor noticed Britt pulling her space away from Yugi.

Britt finished her shower then she went to her guest room after getting dressed. She layed down as she closed her eyes taking a brief nap, it may of only lasted thirty minutes to the hour as she had her usual dream about being called to come to him. She woke up when she heard a lot of commotion in the living room.

Going out to the room she seen the gang with Mokuba.

"What happened?" She asked

Mokuba gave them the load down about the Big 5 that worked for his brother how they changed his pod to capture him in the game.

"Please help save my brother." Mokuba asked Yugi

"Of course, lead the way." Yugi said

Britt mentally and internally figured it out but she set herself to go with the gang to help save Kaiba. Sure he wasn't her favorite person in the world and it seemed danger was going to come whether she wanted it to or not so saving Kaiba would be in best interest.

As they followed Mokuba and he led them to Kaiba's lab that had four pods. As they looked at the pods.

"So, whose going in?" Tristan asked

"I will." Britt, Joey and Yugi said

"I'm going too." Mokuba said

After that was decided each of them got in as they got their duel decks situated inside. Tristan did the work of uploading them to the virtual world and after that happened Tea and Tristan looked at all of them.

"looks like it worked." Tristan said

As the group looked around and then looked at each other, they noticed they were in some kind of forest. Britt and Yugi were looking at their dueling deck and the duel point counter.

"I'm glad I've got my dueling deck with me, but this duel point count makes me nervous." Yugi said

"Yeah me too." She said

Each of them knew what normally happened in a game when you lost a life but this wasn't that kind of game. As they kept walking they noticed they came across a graveyard.

"eh, do we have to go down there?" Britt asked

"Yes, so we can find my brother." Mokuba said

Britt was pretty freaked out the whole time knowing it was a graveyard then suddenly zombie duel monsters came from the ground.

Mokuba took the lead showing how to do the summoning and Yugi took the same motion.

"I summon the rude Kaiser!" Mokuba said

"And I summon the dark magician." Yugi said

"Attack" They said in unison

The zombies were destroyed but they came back and Britt feaked out but she was impressed by Yugi and Mokuba then Joey said he got them as she watched seeing him summon the flame swordsman. Joey was first to lose life points when he called an attack by using his flame swordsman.

After the Zombies were taken care of Joey looked at his life points seeing that they didn't go back up. This little bit of information made all of them realize they needed to be very careful.

As they made their way it wasn't long before they found a sprite, like they put in other games to help players so the four followed it coming across a village.

Once they went around the village, they were looking over different cards that had. They noticed cards in the village were worth points. As they looked at the points they earned they only got 5 points.

Yugi and Mokuba came up with ideas to ask people about Seto Kaiba. Searching every street and asking every virtual person they could find. Later they found out that kaiba was brought through to a mountain.

They tried crossing the desert and they went through a sandstorm. Only a sandtwister came in and took them back to the village making them back where they started.

A virtual villager started laughing "that ain't no way to be crossin' no desert." He said

"Wait you say you know how to cross it then?" Joey asked

The man made a referece to the Niwatori card that it was a desert crossing chicken.

"Thanks Mister, can you tell us where we can go to get a card?" Yugi asked

"I wish I could. But they can't be got they can only be won." He answered

'so a duel card we need to win?' Britt thought,

Virtual world or real world she felt someone watching her knowing too well who it was. Joey made a remark and the man answered.

"You said prized Bird? It sure is, especially around here." He said

Mokuba came up with the idea of looking at the card stands to see if they had it. After so many times of looking they came across a poster that said that the Niwatori card could be won in a fight against the champ.

The four went to the collseum to take a chance at going against the champ. Though the man in charge didn't seem too much interested and then he ate a fly by catching it with his tongue freaking them all out. Joey decided he was the one that was going to go up against the champ but as soon as they made it to the dueling arena and watched him, it wasn't long before they realized the champ was Mai.

Joey took his mask off "Mai." He said

When she recognized him she took her mask off and the others came over.

"Britt, Yugi, Mokuba? What are you doing here?" She asked

Yugi explained about the mission asked her about why she was there and she told them she was testing out this game for the big 5. So she used her Harpie ladie to get the niwatori card for them as they escaped.

Getting to the outskirt of the village, one of them summoned the card and three chickens appeared. Five Niwatori's appeared as they got on and rode them across the desert. There was a sand monster and not long after Joey used his red eyes to destroy it clearing the way and getting them to where they needed a temple.

Mokuba was first to run in and then Britt got off following with Yugi, Joey and Mai behind them. It was after that they came across a labyrinth that they made their way through but they heard a female scream.they were led by the sprite towards the women and then out of maze.

Later they were in a carriage, all of them were listening to her story hearing she was a princess, named Princess Adena. As they arrived at the palace

They were invited back to the palace with a lovely dinner made and it was during that dinner that Mokuba asked about his brother.

"well around this time each kingdom gives an offering. The far kingdom has gave theirs, a stranger that appeared." the princess said

"That's seto" Mokuba said.

The princess told them she was going to be the offering for her kingdom. It was later told to them that they could very well be the heros of legend. It wasn't very long that they each were given outfits to wear in traditional hero style.

Joey was given an outfit that seemed to be of a cavemans. Yugi was given one that seemed more of a knight while Mai was gave one of an amazon. The three of them waited to see what Britt would be wearing, at first she didn't want to come out due to everything happening in the real world.

"Come on Britt, it can't be bad." Mai said

Britt gave a sigh before removing the curtain and they seen her walk out, they had expected something like Mai's but they noticed the Princess had gave her something more of a royal attire that could be fought in.

Yugi smiled "You look great." Yugi said

Britt gave him a smile before she heard his voice. "Yes, My Queen, you do look great." She heard but ignored it.

They all ran outside to be ready to go. Joey used time wizard knowing it was a fifty fifty chance that it would send the ship they needed to get to the castle back in time or cost him his life points.

"let's hope this works" He said.

They watched as it did seem to work. After that everyone got on and it started to go to the floating castle. Eru tagged along to help them. Joey looked back at Britt

"Ain't that kinda royal? Didn't they have anything else?" He said.

"it's what they gave me. I didn't ask any questions.." Britt said

Joey said nothing more to her as he knew it wasn't his place.

Duel monsters came from the castle and went to attack. Each of them called out duel monsters to use. One of the duel monsters attacked Yugi but Eru got in the way.

"No Eru!" Yugi said and held the little pixie in his hands as it became digitized.

Tears fell and he had enough, Britt watched as Yugi turned into Yami. She tried her best not to stare knowing that they had bigger fish to fry over all this. Yami had good skill to help them out to get through.

When they had to let their ride go and get the rest of the way by using the duel monster. Yami grabbed a hold of Britt's arm and pulled her to him as the dark magician helped to the castle.

"hey, I have my Goddess. I could of used her." Britt said in trying to protest.

"I know." Yami said to her.

She looked at him for a second then looked away. She wasn't still buying the whole Queen stuff and she was resisting even now but she let it go knowing they had a mission to finish.

They fought their way until they reached the last level. They had to go up against the big five and their most powerful dragon. Each of them had dragons but Mokuba was the only one without a deck after he gave Seto his deck back.

When the big five tried to attack Mokuba Joey blocked it and it cost him all his life points.

"win this one for us." He said to his friends giving them a thumbs up.

The next one to be attacked was Mai making her life points drop down to zero then she was digitized. They tried to get rid of Seto Kaiba next but Mokuba pushed him out of the way.

It was now down to the three of them, but the big five didn't want to allow that for if any of them could win there'd be consequences. Debating who was next to be attacked wasn't no brainer as they knew Yami had a non-dragon type out but they wanted to get rid of another friend.

Britt looked at Yami "what do we do? Alone our monsters can't take it on." She said.

Yami nod as he tried to devise a plan, but with all the delay the big five took that chance to take out Britt's Goddess's pet Dragon with her life points. She fell to her knees seeing her dragon destroyed.

Yami rushed over to her seeing her be digitized. "It's over for me, it's up to you now. I'm So-" She didn't get to finish as her eyes widened, Yami had cut her off by doing exactly what he had wanted within the puzzle, which was kiss her.

"I'll get you back." Yami said as she disappeared and he was angry by then ready to defeat this to get everyone back.

Now it was up to Yami and Seto Kaiba, they fought strong and hard. By combining monsters they were able to defeat the dragon once and for all. With beating the game they were able to have all their friends back but also be able to return to their world. So when they six of them awoke from their pods they were able to all regroup. Mokuba was once again happy to have his brother back.

"thank you" He said to Yugi and the others.

After parting ways each of them went home, Britt questioned everything. She didn't understand why she'd let it happen when she had been trying to avoid him. Maybe it was because deep down she knew the truth. She knew she couldn't fight destiny or take control of it.

#Yu-Gi-Oh #yami yugi x oc #yugioh #ygo ocs #ygo #pharaoh atem #Adventure #reincarnated queen #fanfic

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7deadlycinderellas · 5 years ago

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I have no use for rings of gold, I care not for your poetry

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Arya hated King’s Landing. It was hot, crowded, smelly and full of idiots. Outside the Red Keep was nearly as bad as within.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if she weren’t so lonely. King Robert had wanted to make a match with Sansa and his odious oldest son Joffrey. He had been so disappointed to discover that Sansa had been promised to Willas Tyrell and had left for Highgarden a scarce few moons before. Arya had never gotten along with her sister, but she still missed her. At least her ravens indicated that she was enjoying herself.

Mother and Bran were supposed to come with them, but then Bran had fallen. Arya couldn’t get the image of her younger brother, pale and small and broken from her mind. He hadn’t even woken up before they’d left Winterfell, though Mother had sent a raven that he had woken and was healing, though Maester Luwin indicated he would never walk again.

Now she was alone with her father in the capital. She’s two and ten and the Red Keep holds very little appeal for her. Joffrey’s awful, and she spends much of her time avoiding him. Tommen and Myrcella are nice enough, but not of much interest to her. So, Arya begins seeking her entertainment in other places.

Namely, outside of the Red Keep’s walls.

That’s how she meets the smith. **

“Can you fix it?”

Gendry looked up at the girl holding the tiny sword. Small, thin, dark haired, gray eyed, not quite five and ten years old. Not terribly remarkable except for the sword. Castle forged steel it was. She’d let him look it over many times in the nearly three years she’d been incessantly hanging around his shop.

Right now it’s in two pieces.

Gendry raises an eyebrow.

“How’d you manage that?”

Arya shrugs.

“Don’t know really. I was practicing after a lesson with Syrio and it just came apart.”

Gendry takes the pieces and examines it. The pommels just come apart from the rest of the hilt, it should be an easy fix.

“I can do it,” he pauses, “Six coppers.”

Arya sputters, but reaches into her purse. She’d had to sneak the coins, but figures no one should miss enough for a patch job.

“Really think you ought to do it on the house, for services rendered.”

Gendry snorts.

“I’m afraid the work of this smith requires coin payment, milady,”

He loves watching her ears go red with anger when he calls her that. It is a reflex, no matter how many times she tells him to call her Arya, but he knows it’s safer if he doesn’t fight the reflex.

Services rendered. She’d been saying that ever since she chased down that one snot nosed brat who’d stolen his helm that time. Kid was no more than eight, but she’d carried him right back down and made him give it back.

Arya studies him as he begins to work. He didn’t bother telling her to leave and come back, she would wait however long it took. She was still looking at him oddly when he finishes.

“What?”

Her head is cocked.

“Are you ill? Go off with another fancy girl in an alehouse last night? You’re acting weird.”

Gendry exhales. He shouldn’t have told her about that woman anyway, but she was the one who slapped him back to reality after coming to in the alley behind the shop with his bag of coins stolen and a nasty bump on his head. That was what he got for assuming a fancy girl like that would ever want him.

He wishes Arya wasn’t such a good listener, it was really inappropriate for him to be talking to a highborn girl like her so much anyway. It was probably just as inappropriate for her to be hanging around in a blacksmith’s shop and carrying a sword.

“No, just wondering when I’m going to get more work. Mott just finished up that big commission he’s been doing, so I won’t be having to help every single other person who comes in now.”

The answer apparently satisfies Arya who sits only fidgeting a bit until he’s finished. Then she passes Needle back to her, she reluctantly counts out his coins and they part ways for the day.

She’ll be back. She always is.

And once he finishes up the rest of his morning work, he eats the dry bread and hard cheese he’d brought for lunch and goes to seek out Mott to deliver that commission for him.

“I really have to go all the way up to the Red Keep?” he asked, shaking his head. Leave it to a highborn to not be willing to come down even for a few minutes to pick up something he’d purchased.

Mott nodded.

“Use the craftsman’s entrance, and wait for the Hand of the King, he will pay you and you can be on your way.”

The hand of the king? Why on earth would he be the one receiving a delivery? Gendry muses on this as he leaves Flea Bottom.

He’d met Ned Stark just once, all those years ago. Meeting Arya he’d been able to see the resemblance easy enough. He’d thought he seemed a good enough man, and Arya always spoke highly of her father, so he’s not too worried about it.

The Red Keep looks as strange close up as it does from the other parts of the city, and as strange as it sounded in Arya’s stories. Gendry’s surprised to discover that the stench of the city stretches all the way up here.

He doesn’t wait long, but when Lord Stark arrives, the whole encounter becomes a blur. He doesn’t even look at the sword, not really. He does look at Gendry however, appraisingly, but not quite like you would appraise a side of beef.

He barely has time to wonder what’s up when the goddamn King of the seven kingdoms pops up, and who is definitely appraising him like a side of beef.

“You were right Ned, he’s a spitting image!”

Spitting image? From Gendry’s perspective, the King was the one that was spitting.

Ned puts a hand on his shoulder and tells him to sit down, then says something to one of the guards. Gendry sits for fear of passing out.

When Ned speaks, his voice is quiet. It seems his Grace isn’t even paying much in the way of attention.

“-should have known the moment I set eyes on you. The king has bastards across the seven kingdoms…”

It should shock him, but it really doesn’t. Gendry always knew he was the son of some drunk who didn’t care a sod for him or his mother. But still- seven hell, he was the son of the king?

He is shocked, when the guard returns with Arya in tow.

To her credit, she is dressed just as he was in the shop, and is gaping as much as he is. Ned introduces her, but she doesn’t say anything, and Gendry can’t say anything either.

Ned grabs Arya by the arm and talks to her quietly. Gendry can’t make out everything, but he can see Arya’s face.

“I’ll send someone back to Flea Bottom to get your things-”

Arya shakes her head.

“Let me go, he doesn’t have much,”

She turns to Gendry,

“Do you want any of your things aside from that stupid helm?”

Suddenly lost, Gendry shakes his head. Once she leaves the room, he looks pleadingly to Lord Stark for an explanation. His face is pinched, as though he is in pain at the thought of what’s coming next.

“It seems you’ve met my daughter already?”

Gendry nods, silent, in hopes that that’s the right answer.

“For how long?”

Gendry’s even more confused,

“She wandered into the blacksmith’s shop two and half years ago. She hangs around all the time, can’t seem to get rid of her, but she’s good enough to talk to.”

Lord Stark’s mouth is still thin, but Gendry swears he sees a tiny smile begin to form.

“My men used to often call her Arya Underfoot, she could make friends anywhere she went, don’t know why I thought it would be any different here, as much as I’ve feared for her safety...but that might at least smooth some bits of this out a bit.”

Smooth out? What on earth-

Lord Stark puts a hand back on his shoulder.

“I don’t want to dump everything on you at once.”

Arya eventually returns, and hands him a bundle with the bull’s head helm on top. She gives him a look before Lord Stark pulls her aside and Gendry is left alone with his thoughts.

When the pair of them return, Arya’s face is pinched and an interesting mix of purple and brown that makes Gendry feel like she’d been yelling. She’s dressed differently, in a shirt and green wool dress. Perfectly ordinary among women of nearly every station. And she’s carrying two bags.

Gendry wants to ask her what happened, but can’t find any words.

“It-it’s getting late, I should be getting back to the forge-”

Lord Stark shakes his head.

“I’m sending you north.”

Gendry’s mind explodes.

“I-”

He shakes his head again, and gets up and begins leading them, down through the craftsman's exit. Dimly, Gendry realizes that several guards, all northerners from the looks of them, are following them. He’s trying to figure out where Lord Stark could possibly be taking them, when they turn towards the docks. His stomach flips itself over and over, inside and out. Fucking hells, he was serious.

Gendry’s steps are unsteady when they reach the boat. He doesn’t know what kind it is- can’t tell one boat from another, truthfully. He tries not to fall. The Stark’s other men come aboard, paying him no mind, and talk to another man, who must be the captain.

Peering precariously over the edge, he sees Lord Stark talking with his daugther again. He makes out bits, “I can’t…he’s my friend...you remember Jon...be mean to him.”

He can’t even pretend to make heads or tails of it, so he leans back and tries not to fall off the side before the ship even leaves.

Eventually, Arya makes her way onboard, asks one of the men where the cabin is, grabs Gendry by the wrist and drags him off.

The boat smells of salt, damp wood, and sweat. It’s crowded by men who look much like the ones he used to see all along the street of steel. Thankfully, they seem preoccupied with actually doing their work instead of picking a fight with the largest person here.

Arya pulls them into the cabin, which is tiny, with only two straw mattresses and space for their bags in the middle. She drops everything on the floor, shuts the door, and begins pacing.

“Arya,” Gendry roughly interrupts. Using her name gets her attention at least, and his voice softens, “I think I’m owed an explanation.”

Arya bites her lip and takes a deep breath before sitting, cross legged on the straw mattress.

“King Robert is not known for being a faithful husband. He has bastard children all over the seven kingdoms. You’re the oldest boy my father has tracked down. You have a sister in the Vale, and a brother in Storm’s End as well.”

OK, Gendry had managed to surmise the first part of that.

“If this is well known-”

Arya cuts him off.

“Because my father has begun to suspect that the Queen’s children are not the King’s.”

That takes Gendry aback for a moment, but he thinks of the burly, dark haired king and the queen’s three extremely blonde children, and it makes a bit of sense.

“He hasn’t managed to gather any proof, but if word leaks out, you could be in danger, so he wanted to get you out of the city, and to get you north where we could keep you safe, and teach you all those stupid highborn things you’re supposed to know.”

Seven hells, were they really going to try and make a highborn out of him? Gendry had spent most of his life in the dirt laughing at those above him. Thinking of how stupid they looked in their bright, ostentatious outfits and their overpowering perfume. It was easier than resenting them and that they could crush them all under their feet. Did they really want him to become like that? He’s spent his whole life living the role of the bastard blacksmith, he’s not sure he could do anything else.

Arya’s face is still cranky, she’s got her arms crossed and her chin tucked into her chest.

“There’s something else isn’t there?”

Arya takes a deep breath and rubs her temple before continuing.

“Father and King Robert agreed the best way to make your no one doubts your legitimacy- before he does it officially of course- would be to find your a highborn girl to marry.”

Well, this keeps getting better and better. Gendry had never really thought any girl would ever want to marry him, and he’d learned his lesson about going off with randoms.

“So did they drop a name?”

Arya stares at him like he’d grown a second head.

“What?”

She stares harder.

“Gods you’re stupid.”

She then rolls her eyes completely upward and points at herself.

Gendry’s brain momentarily stops working.

“I can’t marry you, what are you, ten?”

“I’m nearly fifteen!”

He knows that, but that’s still his knee jerk reaction. Arya’s a shrimp for her age.

“Don’t we get any say in this?”

Arya looks like she wants to call him stupid again.

“Oh you really don’t know how this highborn thing works.”

She bites her lip and breathes in deeply.

“Besides, I wouldn’t want to leave you to the vultures down south. Plenty of women would see a new, green prince and see the perfect opportunity to latch on and get their claws in you.”

Prince, fucking hell.

“And at least we’re actually friends.”

Yes. Friends. Those were things he could really use at about this moment. Looking at how riled up Arya is disturbs him. She was always so carefree.

He sits on the other mattress, and rests his head in his hands. After a moment, he tilts his head in her direction.

“Are you really okay with this?”

Arya snorts softly, with less derision than he would expect.

“I’ve never wanted to marry anyone, I always thought I’d find some way out of it, maybe run away over the wall. But I trust my father, and it’s not like we’re doing it next week, it will be at least a year or two until they can teach you history and manners and how to walk like you’ve got a spear shoved up your arse, and then Robert can declare you the proper crown prince.”

There it is again.

“I don’t know how to do any of this,” Gendry admits, “I can’t read or write much, and I don’t know much of anything about being outside of Flea Bottom, and they’re going to want me to be the fucking crown prince?”

Arya laughs.

“You’re getting too stuck on the big, lofty things too fast, we have time. I’m still stuck on the fact that I’m going to have to see you naked.”

Well, he has been trying very hard not to let his brain wander in that direction, but since she’s gotten there herself…

“Don’t pretend you don’t want a piece of all of this,” Gendry teases, with his hands gesturing back towards his chest and a shit eating grin, “I know that’s the real reason you always hung around when I would work with my shirt off-”

His sentence is cut off with an “oof” when Arya tackles him to the mattress, knee aiming far too close to his balls. He manages to wiggle free, but she’s far too slippery for him to pin. She kicks him in the side, and he drops one of her wrists, when she shakes her head and snarks,

“I don’t think I’ll be able to look you in the eye after that.”

Heaving, she finally agrees to say uncle when she realizes the other Stark men might find them like this, unceremoniously shoves Gendry on his back, and goes to retrieve them lunch.

Gendry doesn’t like boats much. The rocking makes him feel constantly sick, and there’s hardly anything to look at. And it’s not like he has work to be done.

Arya spends her time giving him a rundown of everything he’ll have to know before getting to Winterfell. She knows the names of all the men who came on the boat with them, who all greet her by name when they see her, and spare him suspicious looks.

Arya rolls her eyes at that.

She points him out the lines over the water where the whales come up for air. Gendry’s never thought much of the ocean, but the idea of animals living beneath it that are so huge has a way of making you feel small.

The last day aboard, Arya tells him about Jon. It’s not the first time, but it’s the first that he’s gotten the details.

“Father won’t tell us who his mother is,” Arya says so softly it’s almost a whisper, “Won’t even speak a word of her. And ever since Jon left for hte wall…” she trails off.

Gendry frowns. Even in just a few short interactions, Gendry could see the respect and admiration Arya had for her father.

“I know lots of men have bastard children,” she continues, “Men like your father who care nothing at all for their wives. But him and Mother always seemed so perfectly in love...and he acts so secretive about it, even when Mother treated Jon…”

She sucks in a breath, and her voice abruptly changes. Gendry is seized by the desire to tell her he would never do that to her, to tell her how exactly zero parts of him wants to be anything like his father, but the idea gets caught in his throat. Inappropriate he thinks, far from the time.

“You should be on your best behavior around my mother, she has very set views on what bastards are like, and they are not positive.”

Arya’s voice darkens.

“She has very set views on what ladies are like too. It’s been nearly three years...I wonder if she’ll soften at all to my trousers and sword wielding if I’ve already found myself a husband…”

Gendry looks her up and down. She’s wearing the same plain dress she’s worn the whole voyage, and her hair is tied back with several bits flying loose in the salty air.

“How come you don’t like wearing dresses?”

Arya looks at him, confused, as though no one has ever thought to ask her that question before.

“They get caught on things, dragged in puddles, trap my feet when I run...before I started taking Bran and Jon’s cast offs, I don’t think I owned a single piece of clothing that hadn’t been dripping in mud at one point. But a girl traveling in trousers is something people would remember, and we don’t want this crew to remember us.”

The crew that has been thankfully ignoring them, save to provide them their sad rations of salted meat and hard tack.

They disembark in White Harbour, and Gendry couldn’t be more grateful. The voyage disagreed with him greatly, and despite the frigid winter air, he’s just happy to be on solid ground again.

The first night they off board, when they camp along the road, is when Arya changes back into the same deerskin breeches she wore pretty much every time he’d seen her in Flea Bottom.

“I like you like this,” he tells her when he’s eyeing the horse one of the Stark men had obtained in White Harbour warily, as though it could smell his unease from here, “You look like yourself.”

Arya’s face is inscrutable as she mounts her own horse, much more easily than him.

They’re riding a bit further from the others when she quietly replies,

“I’m sorry I’m not pretty. The future crown prince would have his choice of the most beautiful women in the seven kingdoms for his bride usually, and you’re stuck with Arya Horseface.”

Horseface? Gendry exchanges a glance with the dark gray mare he’s riding. Her eyes are dim and resigned. No resemblance there at all.

“Maybe your face won’t sink ships,” he tells her gently, “but you aren’t ugly. There’s more than one kind of pretty, and pretty isn’t everything.”

And Gendry’s not sure if he would trust a pretty woman who claimed to want him anymore, crown prince or not.

Maybe it’s because the boat ride was so unpleasant, but the few days ride from White Harbour to Winterfell feel like nothing at all, and before Gendry knows it, he’s face to face was an actual castle.

Arya’s mood has brightened considerably when approaching the keep. She bounces in the saddle, a grin on her face, looking more and more like the energetic, inquisitive child who first appeared in the shop three years ago.

And then the gate opens, and Gendry is completely overwhelmed again.

Winterfell is nothing like the tiny glimpses he’d gotten of the Red Keep. The people within the walls bustle and move about their day with ease, and no one seems to be cowering in fear.

And then there’s the Starks themselves. He knows their names, but now they have faces attached to those names. Robb, about his age and terribly gracious. Rickon, who in a great surprise to his sister, is now up to her shoulders, and with that same wild energy Gendry had seen in Arya. Bran, Gendry remembers hearing the story of his fall from a tower here, pale and thin, having to be pushed in a strange, wheelbarrow like contraption, by a servant. Gendry frowns at it. There must be something that could be made so he could push himself instead of having someone else do it.

And Lady Catelyn Stark herself. Physically, there’s very little resemblance to Arya in Winterfell’s Lady, and under her gaze, Gendry immediately feels like the naughty child Arya had been in the stories she’d told him, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

“Gendry Baratheon,” she greets him, and Gendry finds himself staring at his shoes,

“Not yet, milady,” he mumbles, fire in his veins.

Lady Catelyn smiles, and he can’t read her smile.

“Robb,” she asks her eldest, “Please get our guest dressed for dinner.”

Robb apologizes that the clothes he presents Gendry with are going to be a bit small, as Gendry is both an inch or two taller and a bit broader than him. When he examines them, Robb eyes him warily.

“How was the journey?”

Awful, boats can go to all seven hells, he wants to say, but instead.

“Just fine,”

Robb cocks his head,

“And Arya didn’t once try to push you overboard?”

“No,” Gendry says with a chuckle, “We’re friends.”

The breeches and leather doublet are finer than anything Gendry’s ever worn before, but he feels like he’s bursting out of it when Robb leads him back to the Great Hall. Arya too, it turns out, has been wrestled into a silvery gray gown edged in white fur, and for the first time, Gendry thinks she actually looks like a proper lady.

Except for the fidgeting.

“It’s too tight and too long,” she complains to him in whispers as they move to sit down. They’re too far apart to keep it up once seated. “It was Sansa’s, and I’m taller than I used to be, but she’d a damn beanpole.”

At least it’s not just him.

During the meal (roast duck in some sort of fruit sauce he doesn’t recognize but sucks down regardless. It tastes better than anything he’s ever eaten in his life) Robb stands and introduces him, making him duck his head in an attempt to avoid the stares.

Once everyone’s nearly finished, Rickon asks him if he wants to join them on a hunt the next day.

“I’ve never been hunting,” Gendry admits, “I don’t think I’d be any good at it.”

“We’ll teach you,” Rickon assures him.

Lady Catelyn smiles another of her pinched smiles.

“Robert loved to hunt. I imagine as his son, you will follow after him in many of those regards.”

Maybe she doesn’t mean anything by it, but Gendry’s insides rage. She’s just met him, she barely knows anything about him, and she’s already thinking he’s going to be just like the fat, drunken, lecherous king…

The fire within him is interrupted by something plunking in the middle of his forehead. He plucks it up, a sticky, candied nut, one that had been served with dessert. Soft snickering gives away where it came from, and Lady Catelyn is interrupted to scold her daughter.

So, with a shrug and a look in Robb’s direction, Gendry does the only natural thing to do. He picks up his spoon and uses it to fling the nut cluster right back in Arya’s direction.

#game of thrones #A Song of Ice and Fire #gendrya #fic

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peachesandfiction · 5 years ago

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Red Velvet: Kingdom Come

Red Velvet x Female Reader

A/N: I think I might add more to this? like more parts, but only if you guys want me too.

Two palaces, both similar in pride,

In their fair kingdoms, our scene lies

Past fights, new ones alight in their wake

Where clean hands become bloodied

in their shameful woes of their foes.

Star-crossed lovers cross to the center stage,

Where their story will begin on the next page.

Irene: Next part

She was walking through the garden in her kingdom, trying to pull herself together before she went to meet her new suitor. Joohyun didn’t want to marry anyone, she was certain that she could rule the kingdom without the help of anyone else. In her annoyance, she almost missed the sound of the bush near-by rustling in the windless day. Almost.

In her wake of curiosity, she slowly made her way over to the bush, careful for any animals that might jump out when you pushed through it, your arms going around Joohyun’s shoulders as you whispered for her to be quiet before pushing her into another bush. The two of you landed in the grassy area behind it, the palm of your hand pressed against her lips. Joohyun was about to pull your hand off of her when she heard the deep voices that were faint as they passed the bush until silence finally filled the void once again.

When Joohyun was sure they were gone, she threw your hands off of her, “who do you think you ar-” her eyes widened at your beauty, she hadn’t ever seen you before, but when her eyes scanned your dress, she recognized the crest that was engraved to the belt around it.

“I’m awfully sorry about that,” you said, dusting off her shoulders. When you saw the look in her eyes, you realized you hadn’t even introduced yourself, “how rude of me,” you picked up the sides of your dress before bowing your legs, your head falling down, “I am Y/N, princess of the Aubade kingdom.”

Joohyun was silent, her heart beat increasing as you raise your eyes back up to hers. Her fingers twitched as they wanted to reach out and fix your hair that had fallen out of place, but she held back. Turning her back to you, her cheeks as red as the apples that hung on the trees a few feet away, she started to push through the bushes.

“Wait,” you called out, “I haven’t ever seen someone with your beauty, may I please know your name?”

Still pushing through, Joohyun whispered, quite loudly, “ Joohyun, Princess of the Lunar Luminescence Kingdom.”

Both hearts of the lovers dropped to their stomachs in the realization of who they were, their beauty blinding each other at first sight. Your stomach twisted as your hand reached out, wanting to bring her back. The scattering of rocks heard in the distance as Joohyun began to run.

She found herself pressed up against a wall, her hand on her chest as she tried to recollect her breath. She couldn’t understand why she suddenly felt like this, but she knew that she had to make that the last time she saw you or she wouldn’t be able to hold back.

Seulgi:

For the past month, Seulgi had been sneaking out of her kingdom and into the village of yours, where she pretended to be a nobody. The idea of nobody caring about her or watching her every move, it was one that had once been a dream.

Today, you had also decided to escape your kingdom, disguised and hidden among the villagers as you walked through the crowd at the market.

On your way over to a stand selling apples, you had caught sight of Seulgi leaning against one of the crates. Her beauty was captivating, one of a kind and couldn’t compare to the suitor waiting in your home right now. You pick up an apple, dropping a few coins to the woman you had presumed was running the stand before making your way over to her.

She ran a hand through her hair as her eyes met yours.

A sudden nervousness spread throughout both of your stomachs, but you pushed yours down and approached her, holding an apple towards her, “my lady.”

“A woman wanting to court another woman,” Seulgi voice dropped to a sultry tone, “that’s new.”

“If you would allow me, could I take you for a walk through a meadow near-by? It’s beautiful, although nothing could compare to your beauty.”

Seulgi’s cheeks tinted red, but she still held her head high, “I will allow it.”

You held your arm out towards her, and she took it.

The two of you walked through the high grass of the meadow, only stopping once when you had caught sight of a flower that you felt was worthy of her. Just as you were handing the flower over to her, the two of you hear,

“Princess Y/N, you know you aren’t allowed to leave the kingdom unattended.”

“Princess Y/N,” Seulgi’s eyes widened as she repeated your name. If only she had known, but how could she when her family kept what you or any of your family looked like away from her. She didn’t know she would feel a connection and fall for you so quickly, she had thought she would be able to detect the distrust your family instilled in hers, but yet here you were, about to be ripped away form her by your own guards, and taking her heart with you.

Wendy:

You had decided to escape your kingdom and responsibilities. Letting the strings of fate pull your horse as the cold wind bit into your exposed skin. It felt freeing until your horse stopped at a tall hedge, and just above it, a beautiful woman sat an open window. You ducked down, in fear of being caught, but you could just hear her as she spoke to into the void of forest behind you.

“Will I meet you at the end of this road? Or did I miss you within the maze? Will I stay trapped forever? I just wanna leave, but to what avail? Would my mother’s heart break and my father’s worry be worth my own freedom.”

You could feel your own heart shatter at her sorrowing tone. Your body moving on it’s own as it stood up on the horse, your fingers wanting to reach for her, your voice called out, “My lady, we are both lost in a maze of confusion, family pressures and worry of disappointment, while also wanting a choice of our own, would a flower do as an apology for our trapped lives? Even if it couldn’t compare to your beauty.”

Wendy gasped as she watched your shadow in the night. She slowly stood up, her curiosity pushing her towards you as she leaned outside her window, “who are you, dear stranger.”

“Y/N, my lady, and you?”

Wendy felt her heart drop at your name, she couldn’t stop her self, “Y/N? The princess.”

You paused before answering, “yes.”

“Why does it have to be you, oh forget the flower, it is forbidden to even speak to you princess.”

“May I have your name first before I must leave you at your request?”

“…Seungwan.”

Your heart fell as her name was carried through the wind, the blast of reality hitting you hard, but you still tried to push through it, “princess, come with me. We can both escape and live our lives free of this responsibility our own birth had pushed against us.”

“I mustn’t…,” Seungwan started, but then she finally looked into your eyes. Butterflies filled her stomach and leaned more and more out of her window until she was suddenly falling into the air.

You push off of your horse and over the hedge, landing under the window in time to catch the princess. Her arms wrapping tightly around you as she looked at the brick under her. Your arms tightened when you locked eyes with her, a sudden spark running through your fingertips as you leaned towards her, stopping just moments away from her lips, “may I be repaid by a kiss?”

Seungwan was about to answer, but then there was a sudden rattle at the door. She quickly pushed herself out of your arms before pushing you towards the gate, “you must go, quickly.”

“But, a kis-”

Seungwan pressed her lips harshly against yours before rushing back to the door, “now go.”

You nodded, making your way back to your horse, where you sat, pressing your fingertips against your now warmed lips as Seungwan did the same under the brightly lit window, her eyes watching where you had just been before.

Joy:

She had escaped the heat of the ball, making her way as far from her castle as possible in the night sky. As she was running, she hand’t noticed the figure in front fo her. Almost trampling you down, you gently grasp her shoulders, flashing a smile.

“A pretty girl like you needs to be more careful, it’s dangerous out when it’s late,” you said as you helped her regain her balance.

She smoothed out her dress, “I could say the same for you.”

“Would you like to join me for my walk? Then we can protect each other,” you asked, holding out your palm to her.

She almost smiled as she let her hand drop into it.

The two of you walked under the galaxy of stars as the dewy grass brushed up against your ankles. The night was cold, but not unwelcome. You continued to lead her down a path, further and further away from her castle until you came along a bench.

You turned and presented it to her, “would you care to rest, my lady?”

Sooyoung finally let herself smile as she sat down, patting the seat next to her. You took it, leaning back to watch the stars.

“So, what are you doing out here dressed as beautiful as you are,” you asked.

“A ball,” Sooyoung answered in a sigh, “another boring ball.”

You nodded, understanding the pressures a ball can put upon a lady, having to experience numerous ones as of late due to the pressure of finding you a suitor. You looked over at the girl, her beauty was breath taking, even in the dim light. You couldn’t help but ask, “What kingdom are you from?”

“Diria.”

Your heart almost stopped, a chill rushing through your blood. You hummed in response.

“What about you?”

“I’d rather not say,” you told her for fear that she would run away. Why did her kingdom have to have a beauty like this? One that you were forbidden to enjoy, even in this moment, you could feel the pressure of your family pushing the weight upon your shoulders. The family ruling this kingdom had caused a great harm to your parents, you shouldn’t be here.

You were about to get up when she asked, “what’s your name? Can you owe me that?”

Taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself up, beginning to walk away, but not before looking back and saying, “Y/N, princess Y/N.”

Sooyoung felt the same chill run through her as you disappeared into the night. Her legs ached, wanting to rush after you. Even in your short time together, you had brought her an unknown comfort, one that she hadn’t felt in days and as the wind took you further and further away, she could suddenly feel the weight of the crown once again pressed around her head.

Yeri:

The ball within her castle flooded out into the cold air. Passing by, you had caught sight of it, noticing masked figures standing within the dim lit areas as they all conversed in the night. Your curiosity was perked while you slinked in the shadows, listening to the drunken laughter.

On a table near-by stood a mask and you were quick to swipe it up and slip it onto the bridge of your nose, now masking the top half of your identity as you made your way to the ball room. Once inside, you were taken back by how beautiful it was, brightly colored gowns and suits spun in circles in the middle of the room. You almost felt drawn in by the music, your feet pulling you to the center and before you could walk away, a hand pulled you into the flurry of colors. You were spun and handed to different people until you made your way to the middle where a beautiful girl stood. She smiled at you as you pulled out of another person’s arms and landed in hers.

She laughed, it sounded like bells, “they got you too? The music is dreadfully hypnotizing. You’d almost think it’s witch craft.”

Heat spreading through your cheeks, you laughed with her, “yeah. also the dancers are quite harsh, I’m not used to this kind of dancing.”

“Would you like me to show you,” the girl smiled, the brightness pulling you in as if she were the sun and you were a measly planet.

Without saying anything, you let your hand drop into hers where she picked it up and placed it upon her shoulder, the other landing gently on her hip as she begin to take calculated steps.

Soon you caught on and the two of you begin to dance as if it was something you done together for years. High off of the feeling, you at one point whispered, “it feels as if we have done this before. In a past life.”

The girl giggled as she continued to lead you in the dance, “maybe so.”

Lost in your small conversation, neither of you noticed that the crowd had dispersed, leaving the floor to the two of you, until a tall man had come over, taking the girl by her arm. His deep voice almost rattled the room, “do you really think I wouldn’t be able to notice you? Trying to entrance my daughter. Out of here, as quickly as you can before I send my guards and have them tear you apart.”

The girl wiggled in his grasp, “what are you talking about?”

“Would you like to introduce your self to my daughter,” the man demanded more than asked, looking at you with harsh eyes.

You cleared your throat, “of course.” You turned to the girl, flashing a smile before sweeping into a deep bow and taking her hand, “my name is Y/N.”

Yerim’s eyes bugged at your name as you placed a gentle kiss upon her knuckles, the entire room grew even more silent. She almost fell to her knees as she pushed you up by your shoulders and looked into your eyes. Fear filling them, but ignoring her father who is next to her, “you must go.”

“Why woul-”

“Do you really not know where you are? Who’s kingdom you have stumbled upon?”

“Yerim,” her father’s voice shook your core as his announcement of her name caused you to tremble.

“Yerim? As in-”

“Yes, now go,” she pushed you away before turning back to her father. “You shan’t send guards after her.”

Your feet pulled you away from the scene, but this night full of color and beauty and the warmth you felt from Yerim would be one you would never forget. Into the stars of the sky, you whisper, “I’ll see you again Yerim. One day.”

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