#controlled chaos x ice queen

[cloudpinesapling]

Sketchdump for the f1 au that took me by the throat and hasn't let go. I took a lot of creative liberty since the fic this is based on isn't complete yet : )

[depressedgothgrl]

Stanford’s Princess

A mini-imagine based off the Movie ❝Challengers❞ .

[college!Art & college!Patrick x college!reader]

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The California sun beat down on the Stanford tennis courts, its glare reflecting off the freshly painted lines and the sweat glistening on my skin. A crowd roared as I aced my opponent, the final point in a match I'd dominated from the first serve.

My name is [Y/N], and I'm what you might call the "it girl" of Stanford. Not in the vapid, social media influencer sense, but in the way that I excelled in every arena I entered. Tennis was just one of my many passions. Volleyball, badminton, basketball – I was a force to be reckoned with in every sport I touched. Even as a cheerleader, I was the one they threw in the air, the embodiment of the school's spirit.

My image was plastered everywhere – on billboards, posters, the university website. I was the face of Stanford athletics, a symbol of what hard work and dedication could achieve. But beneath the glossy exterior, I was just a girl trying to find her place in the world, balancing my love for sports with my academic pursuits and my desire for a normal social life.

That night, a party was thrown in my honor at one of the frat houses. It was a typical college bash – loud music, cheap beer, and sweaty bodies grinding against each other. I stood on the balcony, overlooking the chaos below, when I noticed two figures approaching me.

Art and Patrick. They were known as Fire and Ice, two of the best players of Stanford. I'd seen them around campus, their cocky grins and hot builds drawing attention wherever they went.

"Well, well, well," Art drawled, his eyes raking over my body in a way that made me feel both flattered and uncomfortable. "If it isn't the queen of Stanford herself."

Patrick smirked. "We just caught your tennis match. You were pretty impressive out there."

I raised an eyebrow. "Thanks. I try."

"So," Art said, leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. "What's a girl like you doing at a party like this?"

I shrugged. "Same thing you are, I guess. Trying to have a good time."

The conversation flowed easily after that. We talked about sports, about our majors, about our dreams for the future. I found myself drawn to their confidence, their easygoing charm. And I could tell they were interested in me, their eyes lingering on my every move.

As the party started to wind down, Art and Patrick made their move.

"We're heading back to our room," Patrick said, his voice low and suggestive. "You should come with us."

I hesitated, unsure if I was ready to take things that far. But there was something about them, a spark of excitement that I couldn't deny.

"Fuck it," I said, a playful smile on my lips. "Why the hell not."

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The cool night air did little to soothe the knot tightening in my stomach as I followed Art and Patrick towards their dorm. Every step felt like a betrayal of the image I'd carefully cultivated, the "good girl" who excelled in everything without succumbing to the temptations of college life.

But tonight was different. Tonight, I wanted to be different. I wanted to shed the weight of expectations, to embrace the raw, unfiltered desires that simmered beneath the surface. I was tired of being perfect, of always doing the right thing. For once, I wanted to be reckless, to let go of control and see where the night took me.

The anticipation was intoxicating, a heady mix of fear and excitement. I knew what Art and Patrick wanted, and the thought of surrendering to them, of losing myself in their arms, sent a shiver down my spine. It was a dangerous game I was playing, but the potential reward was too tempting to resist.

We reached their room, a typical dorm space cluttered with sports memorabilia, textbooks, and empty pizza boxes. The air was thick with the scent of aftershave and stale beer. Art closed the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing in the sudden silence.

I felt a surge of adrenaline as I turned to face them, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. The moment of truth. I could still back out, could still walk away with my reputation intact. But the desire burning within me was too strong to ignore.

Patrick stepped closer, his eyes dark with lust. "You sure about this, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice rough against my ear.

I met his gaze, my own eyes filled with a newfound confidence. "Absolutely," I whispered. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

And with that, I took a step forward, into the unknown. Into the arms of the two men who were about to shatter my innocence and show me a world I'd only ever dreamed of.

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[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Overtaken

by Eightfold

Formula 1 isn’t just about speed—it’s about precision, strategy, and control.

Caitlyn Kiramman embodies all of that and more. As the reigning world champion, she’s untouchable: poised on and off the track, her reputation gleaming as brightly as the Mercedes she drives. But everything changes when Vi Lanes—a scrappy, fearless rookie straight out of Zaun—bursts onto the scene, bringing chaos, confidence, and a driving style that ignores every rule Caitlyn lives by.

“I’m not here to challenge anyone,” Vi says with a grin. “I’m here to win.”

The media is already spinning their rivalry as the story of the season, but what starts as competitive tension begins to unravel into something deeper and far messier. As the spotlight intensifies, Caitlyn and Vi are forced to confront not just their places on the circuit, but the parts of themselves they’ve kept buried—whether they’re ready to or not.

Because on the track, there’s no hiding. And the line between love and rivalry is razor-thin at 200 miles per hour.

OR

What happens when a perfect champion meets a reckless rookie who refuses to stay in her lane? F1 story inspired by the amazing art by @kindamaxedout on X!

Words: 10327, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Powder from s02e07 AU (Arcane: League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Grayson (Arcane: League of Legends), Steb (Arcane: League of Legends), Finn (Arcane: League of Legends), Elora (Arcane: League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Loris (Arcane: League of Legends), Lest (Arcane: League of Legends), Maddie Nolen, Cassandra Kiramman, Tobias Kiramman

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Formula 1, F1 - Freeform, long fic, Rivals to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, super slow burn, Mutual Pining, Useless Lesbians, Yearning, Enemies to Lovers, Jinx Goes by Powder (League of Legends), Ice Queen Caitlyn, Charming Vi

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[wednesdays-child-full-of-woe]

Elsa x Daughter reader

Title: Frozen Legacy

Once upon a time, in the magnificent kingdom of Arendelle, Queen Elsa ruled with grace and power. Her icy magic had transformed the land into a winter wonderland, and her heart was filled with love for her people. But hidden away from the public eye, a new chapter was about to unfold for Elsa. She had a daughter, a young princess with the power of ice, and she was about to embark on an extraordinary journey.

The little princess, [Reader], had inherited her mother's stunning looks and shimmering white hair. From a young age, she displayed an immense curiosity about her own magical abilities. Queen Elsa, understanding the importance of nurturing her daughter's powers, became [Reader]'s mentor, teaching her the ways of controlling and embracing her icy gift.

Every evening, as the sun began to set, Elsa would take [Reader] to the secret chambers of the palace. There, amidst shimmering ice sculptures and gentle snowflakes, they would practice their powers together. Elsa guided [Reader] through intricate movements, teaching her how to conjure snowstorms and sculpt beautiful ice formations.

But it wasn't all training and lessons. Queen Elsa cherished their time together, and often, they would venture into the kingdom, using their magic to create dazzling displays for the people of Arendelle. The townspeople marveled at the sight, never knowing that the Queen's magic was shared by her own daughter.

As [Reader] grew older, her bond with Elsa only grew stronger. They shared laughter, stories, and dreams, all the while creating an unbreakable mother-daughter bond. Elsa watched in awe as [Reader]'s powers grew, surpassing even her own abilities. The young princess had a natural affinity for magic, and it brought immense pride to the Queen's heart.

One fateful day, however, a powerful force descended upon Arendelle. A malevolent sorcerer, jealous of Elsa's powers, sought to claim them for himself. With an army of dark creatures, he attacked the kingdom, spreading chaos and destruction. Elsa knew she had to protect her people, but she couldn't bear the thought of leaving [Reader] behind.

With a heavy heart, Elsa turned to [Reader] and said, "My dear, I must face this threat head-on, but I cannot do it alone. Will you stand by my side and help me protect our kingdom?"

[Reader] looked into her mother's determined eyes and nodded. "I will be right beside you, Mother. Together, we shall face any challenge."

With their powers combined, Queen Elsa and [Reader] fought bravely against the sorcerer's forces. Ice and snow clashed with dark magic, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of light and shadow. The bond between mother and daughter proved unyielding, as they used their magic to shield one another from harm.

In the end, love and courage triumphed over darkness. Queen Elsa and [Reader] stood victorious, their kingdom restored to its former glory. The people of Arendelle hailed them as heroes, unaware of the true extent of [Reader]'s powers or her royal lineage.

With peace restored, Elsa and [Reader] resumed their lives, continuing to guide and inspire the people of Arendelle. The young princess blossomed into a wise and compassionate leader, her icy magic bringing joy and wonder to the kingdom.

And so, the legacy of Queen Elsa lived on through her daughter, [Reader], as they ruled side by side, forever bound by their love and the power of their magic. Their story would be remembered throughout the ages, a testament to the strength of family and the indomitable spirit of Arendelle.

[kaleuh]

Day 354: Last time you cried, why was it?

Oh, it was a happy cry.

If anyone would like to hear the story of how the greatest game of East Texas University ever ran ended, go ahead and read on.

Needless to say: MAJOR ENDGAME SPOILERS AHEAD. Please do not read this if you do not want any spoilers for East Texas University!

The Mailman, the greatest DM who ever told this story, set our characters up for their very last week of school at East Texas University. All of them had spent it with beloved NPCs—with the full knowledge that the supernatural, world-ending event known as The Convergence was near.

Our group (we go by a lot of names, but we have team basketball shirts that say Wild Ravens, so lets go with that one for simplicity's sake) was successful in stopping every single project that the Sweetheart Foundation had been concocting. We were a well-oiled machine of teamwork, thinking the SHF was trying to bring about The Convergence. Our group brain, Shelby Wilson, and our group heart, Trey Dolton, had even figured out the identity of The Ice Queen and The Fire King.

There was just one problem: we did not know how GlenMac fit into all of this.

We discovered at the end of Junior Year that he was involved with the SHF. But GlenMac was our friend! Especially to Trey, who looked up to him like a hero. After hyper-fixating on gathering evidence for if GlenMac was trustworthy or not, we determined he wasn't evil. (Even if he was, Trey would never have accepted it anyway, as he has the Loyal hindrance.)

Then Jackson returned during Senior year. With his help, we were able to stop SHF's developing Needler army at Base X—but from Jackson's perspective, GlenMac ("that two-timing sonnva'bitch") couldn't be trusted. We tried asking Jackson if it was possible he was being mind-controlled, or if he was being manipulated by The Ice Queen—but Jackson wasn't hearing it. He and GlenMac were once best friends, but Jackson couldn't see him as anything but a traitor, now. He warned us to stay away from him, and disappeared back into hiding.

But Trey couldn't stay away.

In the last week of Senior Year, Trey tried visiting GlenMac's office: he wasn't there. He called. No answer. He emailed, and only got an auto-response that, "due to unforeseen circumstances," he would not be present for the remainder of the semester.

Trey tried texting him one last time, and rolled a 27 on his Persuasion roll to get him to answer.

He finally caved. GlenMac apologized for everything, and asked Trey to bring the group to his office the morning of Graduation. The group was wary, thinking it may be a trap, but Trey wouldn't hear it: GlenMac was their friend, and based on everything they knew about GlenMac, they knew he was someone who would always go out of his way to protect people.

When they got to GlenMac's office, he was disheveled. He explained everything, hurriedly, and despairingly: the world was ending due to The Convergence, and he was working with the SHF to stop it. Guilt overcame our group as we realized we'd been sabotaging them every step of the way (we were only guilty we'd caused GlenMac so much stress. We weren't guilty about stopping the SHF's plans since their methods of stopping The Convergence involved a lot of murder and sacrificing people.)

Speaking of sacrificing people: GlenMac confessed that the only way to stop The Convergence was a mass sacrifice: meaning, everyone in attendance at Graduation. We were angry and frightened, that he would be part of this, but we could see that he was handed the Trolley Problem and didn't ever want to make this choice.

Thankfully, the Pinebox Protectors had been visiting Trey in dreams: they had let him know that this wasn't the only way.

When Trey outlined this to GlenMac, he showed him the locket: Helen LaCroix, aka The Ice Queen, and Jack Little, her long deceased sweetheart. With this, we had successfully convinced GlenMac to forgo this plan and take us to Helen.

Guided through the chaos that was the remaining SHF staff, we eventually reached Helen: cold, and corrupted by dark magic. Trey tried speaking to her about her old friends, and she lashed out with emotion, sure that there wasn't another way. Shelby was able to outline a ritual to her that we bargained Forrester Harris for. And Trey brought her the locket. Which brought her to reality.

Helen agreed to use her magic to hold the portal open for us, but we only had an hour to go through to the supernatural realm and stop The Convergence from the other side. With time of the essence, we ran through.

Awaiting us on the other side were the Pinebox Protectors, including Jack. Their spirits had gathered together to help us put a stop to this once and for all.

With their help, we did it: but creatures of hell tailed us on our way out. Helen waited until we were through, and then went to close the portal and sacrifice herself to the other side.

Trey refused: with the last of his strength, he pulled Helen through the very last bit of opening between our world and the supernatural realm. The magic energy was about to be too much, and she readied herself to be ripped apart by the very magic she controlled all these years. Trey used his bennies and Elan to save her from it. The chaotic magic then attacked her mind, threatening to make her lose herself forever. Once again, Trey used the last of his bennies to save her.

And just like that, not only was the world saved—but Helen LaCroix was free. Her soul was cleansed of corruption, her humanity fully restored. Shock precedes her words, as she is helped up. Trey looks up at her and says,

"You have so much more to live for. I wouldn't want to pass up the opportunity to be your friend—none of us would. You spent the past 80 years going through all this alone, and you don't have to be anymore. You should be allowed to live."

Helen stares at him when he says this, unstifled emotion filling her soul. She looks at the entire group, so reminiscent of her friends from long ago. She reaches a hand out and presses it against Trey's cheek, touching over his face.

"You remind me so much of him."

And this, is when I, the proud player of Trey Dolton, started weeping openly at the table, tears streaming down my face.

There were so many beautiful things and MANY other details about this ending, but since the question was 'why was the last time you cried?', I will keep it solely to the Helen stuff.

What a beautiful game. What a beautiful cast. What a beautiful story. For anyone interested who happens to be roaming the ETU tag, we do actually have audio of our game, and we also have everything transcribed. I also am always, always, ALWAYS down to talk about ETU in any sense, so feel free to shoot me a message!

Special thanks to the love of my life The Mailman for perfecting one of the greatest stories ever told.

[wingedblooms]

I love your rambling thoughts and now I have pure crack for you:

I’ve been thinking a lot about Cthona x Solas, who seem to be inspired by the Greek Gaia and Uranus. Together, Gaia (great mother, earth goddess) and Uranus (sky god) had several children, including Theia. Sarah seems to draw from this inspiration since Ember and Randall are vessels for Cthona and Solas, and they raise Bryce together, who has Theia’s Starborn light.

So, here’s the crack—what if Cthona and Solas originated in Prythian, and together created the lines that would inherit the 8 courts, including Dusk (Theia)?

Cthona (the Mother, representing the mountains, female influence) > seasonal territories/courts (earth)

Solas (the Father, representing the heavens, male influence) > solar territories/courts (sky)

There’s a tapestry in Spring (Cthona/earthy vibes) that shows how the world was made, and I’d bet the effervescent symbols are the same ones you’d find in the Book of Breathings. There’s a starlit pool there too, unexpectedly, so perhaps it’s a place to remind Cthona (Mother) of her lover, Solas? I don’t care how much of a reach this is, I love it. 😂

And maybe Chaos (female) and Void (male) formed Cthona (earth) and Solas (sky). They are the elements in the Spring Court tapestry, but their role has been lost in Prythian over time.

It began with a cauldron.

A mighty black cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, golden sparkling liquid pouring out over the lip. No—not sparkling, but … effervescent with small symbols, perhaps of some ancient faerie language. Whatever was written there, whatever it was, the contents of the cauldron were dumped into the void below, pooling on the earth to form our world…(acotar)

This might sound strange, but I have suspected for a while that Chaos and Void have been contained in the Book of Breathings (like Mala in the tog). The cold and cunning half of the book is Void, and the second chaotic half of the book is Chaos.

Madness. Where the first half had been cold cunning, this box … this was chaos, and disorder, and lawlessness, joy and despair. (acomaf)

[…]

Mor elbowed her way between them, staring at the two assembled pieces of the Book of Breathings. “What happens if we put both halves together?”

“Don’t put them together,” Amren simply said. With either piece laid out, their voices blended and sang and hissed—evil and good and madness; dark and light and chaos.

“You put the pieces together,” she clarified when Rhys gave her a questioning look, “and the blast of power will be felt in every corner and hole in the earth. You won’t just attract the King of Hybern. You’ll draw enemies far older and more wretched. Things that have long been asleep—and should remain so.” (acomaf)

When the two halves are brought together, they control the Cauldron (womb), which creates and destroys.

“When the Cauldron was made,” the Carver interrupted, “its dark maker used the last of the molten ore to forge a book. The Book of Breathings. In it, written between the carved words, are the spells to negate the Cauldron’s power—or control it wholly. But after the War, it was split into two pieces. One went to the Fae, one to the six human queens. It was part of the Treaty, purely symbolic, as the Cauldron had been lost for millennia and considered mere myth. The Book was believed harmless, because like calls to like—and only that which was Made can speak those spells and summon its power. No creature born of the earth may wield it, so the High Lords and humans dismissed it as little more than a historical heirloom, but if the Book were in the hands of something reforged … You would have to test such a theory, of course—but … it might be possible.” (acomaf)

[…]

Azriel and Cassian tensed as I laid a hand on the lip. Pain—pain and ecstasy and power and weakness flowed into me. Everything that was and wasn’t, fire and ice, light and dark, deluge and drought.

The map for creation. (acomaf)

[…]

But my mouth was foreign, my lips might as well have been as far away as Velaris while the Cauldron and the Book flowed through me, communing.

The other one, the Book hissed. Bring the other one … let us be joined, let us be free. (acomaf)

We find out the two halves will be free when they are joined. And when Feyre joined them, Amren was right about the blast, even if it was silent:

I laid the second half of the Book atop the other. A silent ripple of power hollowed out my ears, buckled my bones. (acomaf)

The Book now speaks to people and, after Feyre threw it in the Cauldron, it is currently in Midgard in the hands of a mysterious sorceress. With the mention of the Book in CC1, and then introduction to Chaos and Void in CC2, I have a feeling it will come back into play in the crossover. The question is, how? And what does it mean for everyone that Chaos and Void might be free?

Now that was quite the ramble, but I have to thank you for writing this reblog to spark connections and remind me of my thoughts on Chaos and Void. 💕

Hope shining through the Void

Part 2: The Light of Three Sisters

In Part 1, I explored various types of light using the premise from Rhys that, like the dark, it is neither wholly good nor evil. It comes in different forms and can be molded by the lightwielder to match their intent. In HOSAB, we learn even more about this concept of individualized or nuanced light:

“Bryce said, more to herself than to the demon prince, “I hadn’t realized they’d have individualized starlight. I always thought mine was only … brighter than yours.” She frowned at Ruhn. “I guess it makes sense that there could be nuances to the light amongst the Fae that got interbred. Theia’s elder daughter, Helena, had the gift—and married Prince Pelias. Your ancestor.”

Although they have a surname associated with the underworld (Archeron, much like River Acheron) and live in the Night Court, the Archeron sisters, like Theia and her offspring, have their own unique light. This light may have even been orchestrated by fate so they could act as foils to another trio of siblings (Koschei, the Weaver, and the Bone Carver) and counterparts for the three found brothers (Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel). Although I wish I had gotten around to finishing this soon after I posted Part 1 last summer, I feel this conversation is even more pertinent now that HOSAB has been released. There are HOSAB spoilers throughout, so please proceed at your own risk.

In ACOMAF, we are introduced to the seemingly prophetic words of the Book of Breathings (BoB), which now resides in the world of CC. The chaotic half of the book speaks in threes and starts with this line:

Life and death and rebirth

The words of the BoB may be interpreted a few different ways. Each line includes a set of three, and each part of that three might represent a sister, such as life = Feyre, death = Nesta, and rebirth = Elain. Each phrase may (also) describe a particular sister. For example, Rot and bloom and bone is often connected to Elain since she is consistently associated with flowers. And last, but not least, it might refer to a life cycle that applies to all three sisters in general, describing their life as humans, death of that life, and rebirth as powerful fae. A key part of that journey includes healing; they find Hope shining in the Void. All three are valid and useful. For this post, I plan to focus mostly on the first interpretation as those three separate words—life and death and rebirth—may describe the light unique to each sister. This aligns nicely with the concept of unique or nuanced light we learn about in CC, which is connected to those who came to Midgard from Prythian.

While reading HOSAB, @offtorivendell reminded me that Theia (the Starborn Queen from Prythian) is named for the Greek goddess of sight and light. She had three children associated with different kinds of light: Helios (Sun), Selene (Moon), and Eos (Dawn). We only know of two children that Theia bore, one of them being unnamed and the other being Helena (which is a name that is sometimes connected to Selene, the moon). Bryce somehow bears Theia’s unique light, according to Aidas. Is this light connected to Helena’s offspring, who seemed to have stayed in CC, or the other, unnamed daughter? Is it possible that both, over the course of thousands of years, manifested different kinds of light? And if the unnamed daughter returned to Prythian to protect the people on the other side of the Rift, could she be that clever warrior from the ancient fae line that evolved into a human line?

“Clever, that Fae warrior. Her bloodline is long gone now—though a trace still runs through some human line.”

He smiled, perhaps a bit sadly. “No one remembers her name. But I do. She would have been my salvation, had I not made my choice long before she walked this earth.”

As @silverlinedeyes has suggested, could that human line run through the veins of the Archeron sisters? If so, that might also explain the manifestation of their different kinds of light—light that aligns with the children of the mythological Theia (Sun, Moon, and Dawn).

Life (Sun) - Feyre

Although Feyre is the youngest, she is the sister we come to know first. The first sister. Although she possesses power from all seven remaining courts, the most common light she exhibits is from the Day Court:

Faintly, as if some inner light shone beneath my skin, leaking out into the world. Warm and white light, like the sun—like a star.

Shining—I was shining bright and pure as a star. “Day Court?” I asked.

But there, deep within Day’s light … I gleaned it. A purifying, clear power. Cursebreaker—spellbreaker. The light wiped through every physical trapping, showing me the snarls of spells and glamours, showing me the way through … I burned brighter, looking, looking— Buried inside the bone-walls of the castle, the wards were woven strong. I sent that blinding light flaring once more—a distraction and sleight of hand as I severed the wards at their ancient arteries.

At me, resplendent and pure in white, beginning to glow with the light of day as the sun’s path flowed directly over me instead.

I released the damper on the power that I had unleashed in Hybern, my body turning incandescent as light shone through. Pure as day, pure as starlight. “Cursebreaker,” some murmured. “Blessed,” others whispered. [...] I let my glow spread, until it, too, rippled from Lucien’s bowed form. A knight before his queen.

So I bared my teeth and sent a fist of white light punching into that fiery shield—the white light of Day. Spell-breaker. Ward-cleaver.

Death (Moon) - Nesta

Nesta is the oldest of the three and the second sister whose story has been told. She is the second sister. The light she is associated with most is the cold light of the moon, the silver light of death:

But inch by inch, the scabbard slid from the blade. And inch by inch, fresh steel glowed—truly glowed, like moonlight lay within the metal. […] Iridescent sparks danced along the blade. Pure, crackling magic. The light danced and spurted as if an invisible hammer still struck it.

She’d seen a Queen of the Night. As merciless and cold and beautiful as the god Lanthys had wanted to make her. Death’s Consort. Death herself.

In the moonlight, before the silvered lake, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Nesta finished the eighth maneuver, and returned the sword to center. The light in her eyes shone brighter than the moon overhead.

Silver thread embroidered the skintight velvet bodice, the straps so narrow they might as well have been nothing against her moon-white skin.

Upon Nesta, this once-human female who had conquered death, who now glowed as if she had devoured the moon, too.

Rebirth (Dawn) - Elain

And Elain, the middle child whose story I believe will be told next, is the third sister. She is most associated with spring and rebirth, as well as the beauty of dawn:

Beautiful—she’d always been the most beautiful of us. Soft and lovely, like a summer dawn. […] Elain’s golden-brown hair was half up, her pale skin creamy and flushed with color, and her eyes, like molten chocolate, were wide as they took me in.

Elain at last slid into the chair near Mor’s, her dawn-pink dress—finer than the ones she usually wore—crinkling beneath her.

She set down the tray and wiped her flour-coated hands on the apron she wore over her dusty-pink gown. Even in the middle of winter, she was a bloom of color and sunshine. […] I surveyed the food she was assembling and asked between bites, “How long have you been working on this?” A one-shouldered shrug. “Since dawn.” She added, “Nuala and Cerridwen were up hours earlier.”

Elain had walked in halfway through. She’d been toiling in the estate gardens since dawn, and had been solemn as Rhys filled her in. Feyre had been unable to say a word. But Elain’s gaze remained steady as she listened to Rhys.

Her sister’s delicate scent of jasmine and honey lingered in the red-stoned hall like a promise of spring, a sparkling river that she followed to the open doors of the chamber. […] Her sister turned toward her, glowing with health.

Soft steps padded from under the stair archway, and there she was. The Faelights gilded Elain’s unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn.

Their unique light might provide a necessary counterbalance to the dark. They are Hope (iridescent light) shining in the Void (darkness that gobbles up all other light and color) that a weaver of Fate, like Urd, created. As such, they act as a natural foil to the dark death-god siblings who, as @offtorivendell and I suspect, may be born of the Void like the Under-King and princes of Hel in CC. If the Under-King spoke true, beings return to the Void after death, and for the death-god siblings, that might actually be home. This connection to Void may be why the Bone Carver was also so pointed in his questions when Feyre described where she went after death:

“But was there anyone there—were you seeing anything beyond?”

“There was no other world,” the Bone Carver pushed. “If there was or is, I did not see it.”

“No light, no portal?” Where is it that you want to go? The question almost leaped off my tongue. “It was only peace and darkness.”

When the Cauldron took his life, it’s no wonder he was relieved: he was finally returning home. I also wondered in the shifting forms of fate post if the Cauldron was linked to Void (the darkness of beginnings and endings). It seems to be the dark womb from which everything is born, and those who have died can return through it, like a magical portal:

“Long ago, before the High Fae, before man, there was a Cauldron … They say all the magic was contained inside it, that the world was born in it. But it fell into the wrong hands. And great and horrible things were done with it. Things were forged with it. Such wicked things that the Cauldron was eventually stolen back at great cost. It could not be destroyed, for it had Made all things, and if it were broken, then life would cease to be. So it was hidden. And forgotten. Only with that Cauldron could something that is dead be reforged like that.”

But in dying for a worthy cause, did the Carver weaken his other powerful siblings? He and his siblings may be related to the Archesian amulet, a symbol of three overlapping circles in the CC series that provides protection. It’s the symbol the Carver draws for Feyre to explain him and his siblings:

The Carver traced three overlapping, interlocked circles in the dirt. “You have met my sister—my twin. The Weaver, as you now call her. I knew her as Stryga. She, and our older brother, Koschei. How they delighted in this world when we fell into it. How those ancient Fae feared and worshipped them. Had I been braver, I might have bided my time—waited for their power to fade, for that long-ago Fae warrior to trick Stryga into diminishing her power and becoming confined to the Middle. Koschei, too—confined and bound by his little lake on the continent. All before Prythian, before the land was carved up and any High Lord was crowned.”

Bryce wore this symbol in HOEAB and it protected her from detection:

Bryce zipped a tiny golden pendant—a knot of three entwined circles—along the delicate chain around her neck.

Danika went on patrol armed with claws, a sword, and guns, but Bryce’s daily armor consisted solely of this: an Archesian amulet barely the size of her thumbnail, gifted by Jesiba on the first day of work. A hazmat suit in a necklace, Danika had marveled when Bryce had shown off the amulet’s considerable protections against the influence of various magical objects. Archesian amulets didn’t come cheap, but Bryce didn’t bother to delude herself into thinking her boss’s gift was given out of anything but self-interest. It would have been an insurance nightmare if Bryce didn’t have one. Danika nodded to the necklace. “Don’t take that off. Especially if you’re looking into shit like the Horn.” Even though the Horn’s mighty powers had long been dead—if it had been stolen by someone powerful, she’d need every magical defense against them.

But it was to just unclasp the golden amulet from around her neck. “Here. To sweeten the deal. An Archesian amulet. It’s fifteen thousand years old, and fetches around three million gold marks on the market.”

“Says the female with the Archesian amulet around her neck. The amulet of the priestesses who once served and guarded Parthos. I think you know what’s here—that you spend your days in the midst of all that remains of the library after most of it burned at Vanir hands fifteen thousand years ago.”

“Danika knew the Archesian amulet would hide you from any detection, magical or demonic. With that amulet, you were invisible to the kristallos, bred to hunt the Horn.”

So, how are the death-god siblings connected to this amulet? Was it developed by the clever warrior who may have been related to Theia and the Archeron sisters, and was subsequently forgotten? (Hence, the similarity between the names Archesian and Archeron, as @offtorivendell has pointed out to me more than once.) Was it used as protection from or as a way to confine the siblings’ magic? How is that history connected to the priestesses, then and now? Have they intentionally hidden the secrets of this history, biding their time for a sign from Urd? Bryce’s landing in Prythian at the end of HOSAB could be that sign.

Is it also possible that the three interlocking circles are the death-gods themselves, trapped in Prythian as protection against an even greater foe, such as the Asteri? While I do think that Koschei has been set up enough to serve as the main villain in the ACOTAR series, the events of HOSAB have made me wonder how the crossover might impact the future plot. Both the Carver and Weaver—though neither are considered heroes—enter bargains with the Night Court and ultimately sacrifice their lives to help Prythian. When the Carver died, the Weaver felt his loss deeply, like a Brunnian link in Borromean Rings (three interlocking circles). These rings symbolize strength in unity, and when one circle is broken, the other two fall apart. Is it possible, then, that when the Carver and Weaver were killed, Koschei felt their loss just as deeply and was weakened? Is this the reason he appears as a shadow rather than in his true form? Will he serve solely as a villain or could he enter into a bargain like his siblings and help Prythian, and their long-lost relatives who are in Midgard, fight an even greater foe (the Asteri)? Or, equally concerning, was the protection that this symbol may have offered Prythian severed, lifting a protective veil over the world and granting access that was previously locked fifteen thousand years ago? Hence, the appearance of not only Aelin, but Bryce as well, after their deaths.

This ancient, interlocking symbol isn’t exclusive to circles either—there is another, referred to as the valknut, that has three interlocking triangles. The meaning of this Norse symbol isn’t as clear, but it may be associated with Odin, the afterlife, and his ability to bind and unbind. Derived from two words for slain warrior and knot, it may mean knot of the slain warrior. In Norse mythology, the Valkyries served Odin and were sent into battle by him to determine where warriors might go after death. He also had a spear, Gungnir, that would strike true regardless of the skill of the bearer. (Sounds a bit like Truth-Teller, doesn’t it?) This interconnected symbol, as with other knots, sometimes represents the unity between earth, heaven, and hell. Thus, its nine points may symbolize the nine worlds in Norse mythology. The three interlocking triangles most often form mountains, though they can also form a star. Is it possible that this interlocking symbol brings together both the three stars (that we see in the Night Court symbol) and the three mountains of Prythian, an ultimate symbol of the link between different worlds and beings? Is the eight-pointed star in the Prison, much like a compass rose, under the other two mountains as well? And is that where the portals to other worlds exist?

The symbolic union of earth, heaven, and hell may also be connected to the three sisters and three brothers, who create a balance of light and dark as @silverlinedeyes suggests here. And if she and @offtorivendell are correct about the Illyrians being related to the Princes of Hel, is it possible that their union is one of earth (mountain), heaven (star), and hell (demon)? Their powerful union, guided by Theia’s starlight through Bryce, may be what is needed to open the portals, release the armies of Hel, and create an epic inter-world battle to end the tyranny of the Asteri once and for all.

Together, they are a beautiful, monstrous blend of hope and void, life and death, and light and dark.

[davidkeane17]

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[exosmutfactory]

Winter’s Spring

When you needed a light, he showed you the way.

networks — @superm-net @/bbh-net @/exowritersnet

pairing — Baekhyun x You

word count — 819

genre — hurt and comfort, fluff

A/N: Hey~ this isn't my best, not gonna lie. I wrote this while feverish so I can only guess what my mind came up with 😳👌🏽❄️🕯️🌼

⏰❄️ Winter’s Spring Tag List: 🌼⏰

@to-all-the-stories-i-love @you-n-me-e-e @marovekian1 @__jxnnx3 @loey0491 @soonvivi @jairahxelle

❄️🕯️🌼❄️🕯️

You sniffle, sitting alone under a willow tree while the rest of your class gathers together in the courtyard. They’ve always done that: stick together. Enjoying each other’s company without a care in the world.

The grass freezes around you, crystallizing into a fossil-like state while you tug at it with abandon. You hold back a sob when the ice spreads, forming a circle around you. The ground turns brown, flowers droop lifelessly, and the willow’s leaves rain down on you like symbols of defeat. It’s the middle of March, and the state of the world around you only worsens the ache in your heart.

Everyone avoids you like the plague. Considering the fact you sneeze icicles and hiccup snowflakes, you aren’t surprised. No one wants to befriend the “ice girl.” You extinguish bonfire flames, freeze pool water, make flowers hide within their petals, and cannot under any circumstances come in contact with a lightning bolt. You wince remembering how you broke every window in the gymnasium the other day. You’re the buzzkill of every party unless it’s winter-themed, and that’s only once a year at best.

Cracks form in the ice surrounding you, pieces breaking off and floating down the icy down-hill stream created since you’ve been sitting here. The wind makes your frozen tears sting your cold cheeks. If only your brother was here. He’s the only one who can withstand the icy winterland you’re in.

You hug your knees to your chest, listening to the distant laughter of your classmates over the piercing cracks of ice giving way to your emotions—until a familiar voice softly calls your name.

Lifting your head, you blink away the blur in your eyes to see the man in front of you. His blonde hair tousles in the window, flowing like the fabric of the ruffled collar of his white dress shirt.

“Hey,” he smiles, the warmth of it slows the flow of your tears somehow. He switches his candle from one hand to the other, setting it down on the bench next to you. “What are you doing here? Why are you by yourself?”

You focus on the flickering flame, waiting for your ice crystals to extinguish it. “No one wants to be near me.”

He runs a hand through his hair, studying you carefully, not a hint of judgment in his bright brown eyes. He’s radiating light as if he is the sun himself, and you have no idea why he’s here talking to you. “Why?” he asks, looking genuinely confused.

You gesture to the wintry chaos happening around you. “I can’t control it. Everything I touch just-” you swallow thickly, roughly rubbing away another tear. Every plant you touch wilts away. Every object gets covered in a thick blue haze. Every time your hand or power comes into contact with something, your icy nature shows. It has ruined your life a thousand times already. “Sorry.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he kneels down beside you when your eyes water. “Don’t say that.” He leans to the side, trying to catch your gaze with a soft smile. “You’re special, you know?”

“Look around me.” You laugh bitterly, shaking your head before burying your face in your hands. “I can’t even hold a flower…”

He goes quiet, shifting next to you and your heart drops, even though you already expect him to leave. Who would want to hang around an ice queen like you?

A surge of power sparks in the air, pulling you from your dreary thoughts. Your wide eyes dart over to him, noticing a bright light streaming through the space between his intertwined palms.

The light fades as fast as it began, and he slowly opens his hands, revealing a purple and yellow flower. “Even pretty flowers bloom in winter.” He smiles, tucking the viola behind your ear. “There, now.” He cups your cheek, lightly tapping the tip of your nose, his expressive eyes looking over your stunned features. “Smile.”

He stands back up, dusting off his knees before picking up his candle, the flickering flame still going strong. The sun frames his silhouette when he turns away, heading for the sidewalk. “When you feel down, remember,” he looks back over his shoulder, spinning his finger around in the air with a soft smile. “Every snowflake is different, and no one can make them sparkle like you.”

Flowers bloom around him with every step he takes, stretching their petals to receive the light he emits all on his own. Birds chirp from the trees, squirrels run across the lawn, and he holds his hand up for a yellow butterfly that lands on his shining palm.

You watch him in wonder, carefully pulling the viola away from your ear. It blossoms fully at your touch, thriving between your cold fingertips. A small smile quirks at your lips, the icy edges of your frost retreating back to where they came from.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for holiday baking with Rodrick Heffley

Rodrick Heffley x reader

warnings:

a/n: whew i havent written for him in a while! is this gonna be a rabbit hole fic? it might be only time will tell

prompt: anonymous: “Hello can i request situational prompts 3 and 8 headcanons for rodrick hefley? Thank you!”// 3. baking cookies/pastries, 8. gingerbread houses

mrs. heffley asked the two of you to “do her a favor”

make holiday cookies for a bake sale

and remake the gingerbread house because someone *cough* greg *cough* managed to eat half of the old one

“think of it like a fun little date!” -mrs. heffley

rodrick wasn’t happy

but you sort of just went with the flow

“can you turn on a movie or something for background noise? or music, whatever you want”

“whatever i want?”

“no!!! no, i take that back!! no heavy metal while i make cookies! i’m begging you!”

he settled for his mom’s “holiday hits” cd

“feliz navidad is listed on here three times”

“is your mom okay??”

literally spilling flour everywhere

like it was somehow inside your shirt too

rodrick “helped” by shaking your shirt out but thay just puffed a cloud of powder into your face

“can ypu just help me mix this while i get the rest of the supplies ready?”

“yeah, i guess. but you have to dance with me first. feliz navidad or nothing”

“looks like someone’s turning into their mother”

but you did dance and you even gave him a kiss that wiped flour onto his nose

then he finally agreed to help

you found a bunch of holiday cookie cutters that’d do the trick

now for a rolling pin and...check!

“doing good over there?”

“this cookie dough is delicious!”

his hand were covered in dough and he was just licking it all off

“gross! wash your hands and get back to work before i wack you with the rolling pin!”

“and im the one turning into my mom?”

you guys FINALLY got everything under control after 20 minutes of cookie dough management

and the kitchen was a mess by the time you got the cookies in the oven

“gingerbread house?”

“UUUUGGGHHHHH”

“it’s really not that bad, rodrick”

it actually went really bad

“THE WALLS ARENT STICKING”

“YOU HAVE TO HOLD ONTO THEM WHILE THE FROSTING HARDENS”

“THIS IS TAKING TOO LONG. I WANT TO WATCH ELF”

“I DONT WANT TO DISAPPOINT YOUR MOTHER”

“STOP SEEKING VALIDATION FROM MY MOM”

it was actually pure chaos bc rodrick knocked a bunch of candy beads onto the floor and you guys were arguing and the oven was beeping and there was still flour everywhere and greg walked in at the very wrong moment

“what’s going on in here?” -greg

“nothing, go away” -rodrick

“ooh, can i have some gingerbread?” -greg

“no!” -you, smacking his hand

cookies were looking okay

they didn’t retain their shape so u have to improvise with some icing

rodrick was straight up eating all the gumdrops

“y/n, open your mouth”

“what?”

“catch!”

“wha—”

you got hit in the face with a gumdrop

how??? did it get??? this bad???

the gingerbread house was sloppy, especially after your boyfriend just slapped a bunch of candy all around

“where are the gingerbread people?”

“the what?”

while u were decorating them, rodrick was biting off the heads of the others

“rahhhhhh!”

“no!!!! save him!!!!”

okay so you were still having fun with him

“wait didn’t you put another batch of cookies in the oven?”

“OH NO—”

taglist: @cullens-stuff // @orgawnas // @randomawesomeperson102 // @queen-destenie // @thatwaspossesion // @frostedficrecs // @pappydaddy // @hargreevesz // @emilysprentisss // @ravenmoore14 // @thisetaernallove //

[jaehyunoos]

- Over it

Summary: You always preached about getting over your ex, real fast. But what if you haven't and you've been lying to yourself all along?

Genre: Breakup!au, angst, a tiny bit of fluff at the end

Tw?: Alcohol consumption, a mention of reader wanting to unalive herself, reader is lying to herself as a coping mechanism???

Pairing: Lee Jeno x fem!reader (brief mentions of Haechan)

Word Count: 1.7k (it's the longest I've ever written lmfao)

Author's Note; Angsty queen or what?? lmao,, HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE JENO !!!! also, my requests are open if you want to request anything I will deliver <3 if you read this I love you and thank you for reading !! Enjoy 💚

You were over him. You were sure of that. After breaking up you did absolutely everything to get him out of your mind and surprisingly enough, it worked. You got a new haircut, started a new job, took care of yourself better, and made new friends. Life was a piece of cake for you when he left, everything came to a lot easier, in which you were thankful for that. You had moved on once and for all... Or so you thought.

Finding yourself looking back at times you were with him, how happy he made you, how much of a gentleman he was, how he made you feel like you were high; above everyone, and how much pleasure he gave you, you were his muse.

Slapping yourself out of your trance, you promised yourself to not think about him anymore. This night was going to be all about you and you only. Not Jeno -hell- not even a hundred Jenos couldn't stop you from having fun tonight. You were over him and that was final.

Walking into the house; which the party was hosted. Nose filing with the writhing stench of pure alcohol, mixed with sweat, you internally gagged passing by a couple making out at the kitchen entrance, you rolled your eyes taking a beer from the fridge and making your way out to the sofa. No way you would get out of this party sober, you had to drink, you had to get wasted. In honor of this prick; Lee Jeno, your ex.

You always boasted about how you were over him and how you didn't love him anymore. How he hurt you so bad that your feelings for him just stopped. You were so full of yourself, wow you had gotten over a relationship that you thought would be tough to manage, what a surprise. But seeing him walk into this house -powerfully so- with a lady by his side smiling and hugging his friends, you started to rethink everything you've done so far.

Were you really over the one and only; Lee Jeno? Or was all of this just a front, a new way of coping without him in your life? How did you manage to lie to yourself and believe it?

You know what they say; fake it 'till you make it. But did you? Did you make it? No, the fuck you did not. You were not over him. And you wouldn't be able to get over him, ever. Today marks the day you realized you didn't move on, putting one and two together you realized that all this time you were lying to yourself, and everyone around you. The hypocrisy.

Chugging the liquid down your throat, along with the betrayal you felt, the cold liquid cooling off your insides, making you feel a lot better at that moment. You smiled to yourself, alcohol made you feel free, your coping mechanism of a real escape once in a while. You got up to your feet, straightening your clothes, you made your way to the kitchen once again. You made sure you walked past them in long, powerful strides, grabbing your beer and exiting the kitchen, the same way you entered.

You glanced at them, seeing as he didn't even spare a glance at you, you sulked on the sofa. You couldn't stop thinking about the way he held her, by her waist, as if she was something so delicate; so fragile that if he held her in his arms for too long, she would break and disappear from his arms. You wanted to cry at that moment, he looked so happy. Maybe he truly was, maybe he didn't lie to himself like you did, and he was truly over you.

Or maybe he wasn't, you liked to cope with that idea. That he was putting up a front for you and everyone, that he didn't move on from you, but only the pained ones can dream, am I right? You wanted to dip at that moment, hide forever; or die. You shouldn't have come to this party, ever. Maybe if you stayed home and kept lying to yourself that you were happy, that you were able to live your life better without him. But at the same time, you wanted to get up and give him a good old slap into his handsome face.

How could he move on that fast? Get a new girlfriend, just like that, as if you never meant anything to him, ever. A person sitting beside you, suddenly, took you out of your train of thoughts.

"Hyuck!!, hey!" you breathed out.

Lee Donghyuck aka; Haechan. One of Jeno's best friends aka; your emotional support boy, was there with you, in all your crazy times after your breakup with him. "Hey, babydoll" he came closer to your face so you could hear what he said. Babydoll. The nickname he created after he, unexpectedly, caught you crying over baby dollies once, while he was over for late nights talks.

"What are you doing here all by yourself, mi querida?" asked, him.

"I'm trying to have as much fun as I can, I have so much to do this week" you let out a fake sigh, you had no work, no classes this week. You were just creating excuses because you were gonna spend those 7 days crying yourself to sleep and eat ice cream 'til you throw up.

Haechan threw an arm around you "he's here you know" he motioned towards Jeno and his crew with his chin, you looked over there for a second, catching a glimpse of Jeno smiling. You looked down at your red solo cup, sighing, "I know, what can I do about it" you looked at his eyes this time. "it's his birthday today".

"I know, how could I forget" you smiled.

"Maybe, I don't know, go there and wish-"

"ooookay time to get up and dance" you patted his thigh as you got up.

"Gosh, why are you so stubborn, I asked you to wish him a happy birthday, not fuck him, for god's sake!!" Haechan shot up from the sofa.

You stood there for a second, frozen, what was this outburst?

"Are you out of your mind!? He's clearly over me Hyuck, and as much as I wanna go up there and give him the biggest hug I can't. I can't just barge into his life back again and be like "heeey" as if nothing ever happened between us, as if we didn't hurt each other!"

You didn't mean to burst out like that, he probably heard what you said in fact; everyone did. Tears gathering in your eyes, you ran outside, the embarrassment too much to handle. You felt overwhelmed. You felt as if everyone was pushing you all this time and you -just now- had finally reached your breaking point.

Sitting on a bench near the pool, you let your sadness, frustration, regret, lies; everything takes over you as you sobbed into your hands. You felt stupid for crying over something so small, you felt bad because Haechan was probably somewhere beating himself up for pushing your limits. You didn't mean to be that sensitive.

You suddenly felt movement beside you as if someone sat there. You took your face out of your hands and looked at the person. Gasping, you wiped your -now wide- eyes and sat straight. There was none there besides the one and only, yeah you guessed it; Lee Jeno. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he gave you a soft smile.

'It's okay, you can sit, I guess" you cleared your throat.

You looked at him as he stared straight into the sky, a soft smile displaying on his lips as he rocked himself gently, back and forth. Mimicking his position, you did the same as you looked to the front, enjoying the cold breeze. "What happened to us?" you heard him speak, you turned to him, shrugging, "I don't know".

"it's like one minute we were in love and the other we were not"

you frowned.

"true, it's just one of us stopped loving the other for good but the one who thought that she had everything under control, turns out she's still madly in love, with the other" you smiled at him.

What you said caught him off guard, his eyes went wide in shock, but he quickly recovered. "Look, don't get me wrong I loved you; a lot, heck I might still love you. No, scratch that I am still in love with you, but, I'm in a very happy and healthy relationship and I want to keep it that way" you felt yourself tense up at the word 'relationship' but you quickly covered it up with a smile "it's okay Jeno, I get it, I never really expected anything after our breakup anyways" you patted his shoulder as you continued looking at the stars in the sky.

"Hey, Jen" you called out to him.

"Hm?"

"Can I get a last hug?" you looked at him.

"Come here" he motioned as he opened his arms to engulf you in a hug.

That's what it felt like hugging your whole world.

Finally. She felt as if she found her peace again. Her safe haven. After all the pain, the drama and deceit, the chaos and despair, there was rest. She felt once again the warmth and safety of his arms and how his hands held her as if he had known her all her life. She was finally home.

"She felt as if she found her peace again. Her safe haven." But that only would last that long as Jeno had to go back home to the safety of the arms of his girlfriend, and she had to go back to an empty home, an empty world, cause that's what her world felt like without him; empty. She wanted him back in her arms, she needed to be in his arms, but it was too late for that as Jeno went back to his girlfriend and she had to go back home, full of regrets. She was not over him and she chooses to ignore it and the more she ignored it the more further away Jeno slipped from her arms to the arms of another.

[magalidragon]

**moodboard to come**

I started an angsty WandaVision inspired fic for Jonerys. 😭 I don’t know why. I don’t usually do angst obviously but was feeling it. It’s also kind of X-Men like. Here’s a little tease. I wonder what Jon can do. 👀

When they emerged from the elevator, the kids spotted her, leaning hard on Jon, and scattered like rats on a sinking ship. They're scared of me, she thought, closing her eyes again, her feet dragging underneath her towards the staircase up to her bedroom.

They don't know you.

She scoffed, forgetting momentarily that he could see into her mind. "Does that ever matter? People jump to conclusions. They see one thing and before anyone can explain, before it even is there in front of htem, they lash out, they hate, and they fulfill their own narrative." That's how it was with her, always had been. Probably always would be.

In her bedroom, he helped her to her bed, and she climbed up onto it, her feet liftin goff the ground. Her fingers shook, tugging on the laces of her heavy boots; they kept her on the ground, when all she wanted to do was fly up and away. He went into her bathroom; running the water in a bath. "It will never be hot enough," she called, her voice stronger, her energy returning to her.

"Oh I know, but I can try."

"The Ice Man can make the Dragon Queen hot enough?" She lifted her brows, teasing him when he emerged from the bathroom, water still running. He turned a pale pink, just above his scruffy beard, and she delighted in making him uncomfortable. Her hand reached for his, taking his cool one into her heated one, and squeezed, staring up into his stormy eyes. "Thank you."

For everything, she silently added, in case he wanted to know.

He lowered onto hte bed beside her, his hands folding around hers. It felt so odd, his secondary mutation causing the ice and snow that tended to surround him. The Night King, sometimes, they called him. The White Wolf. Coldness, darkness, and silence, that was his reputation. Contrary to hers. Heat, anger, and chaos. Madness, she thought again, closing her eyes, forcing back the pain that threatened to rise up again.

It came in spurts, in waves, and when it did, she lost her control, and she tried so hard, and it didn't matter. Her skin warmed, flames flickering from her palms, the red glow everyone feared. "Shh," he murmured, his other hand touching her shoulder, cooling. His voice echoed in her mind, a shadow draping over her. "Rest.”

"No," she murmured, shaking her head, trying to stop him. "Don't do that."

"You need it."

"Not like that."

He sighed, his hand smoothing down to her lower back, holding her upright. He leaned into her, touching his forehead to hers. "What can I do to help you?"

"Bring them back," she begged. She closed her eyes around the hot tears, tracking down her cheeks. "Jon I know you can talk to them, please."

He was already shaking his head. "I can't, Dany...I told you...please don't ask me that. They're at rest, I can't disturb the ones at rest. It’s wrong. It isn't fair."

“But it hurts,” she whimpered. She closed her eyes against fiery tears. “If I can know they are there...please.”

He shook his head again. “No. I’m sorry.” He hesitated and lifted his fingers. She thought a moment he would, the shadows of her family emerging, but he said nothing and with a flick of his hand, glimmering blue, her eyes shut and she fell into slumber.

[saelwen]

Manwë x Reader

Manwë x Reader

Request by a lovely anon:

Just an idea. How about Manwe and reader who is Melkor's child. Manwe decided to take care of reader and raise them after finding them alone. Reader grows to be good person and a bit of a troublemaker but never means bad. Wich Manwe is proud of them and supports them whenever they need his help. What do you think about this idea?

Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, super protective Manwë

Words:1,700

A small whimper grabbed the attention of the Valar’s King while he was walking peacefully in the massive gardens of Lórien. A deep frown on his soft features, Manwë follow the quiet sobs which led him to a giant tree. He looks behind it and saw a small child curled into a ball, crying quietly.

“Hello, child,” he said with a gentle voice.

You jump in surprise, looking up to him with big e/c eyes that were shining with tears. Your h/c hair tangled in a messy knot, with sticks stuck on it. Your black dress was all dirty and ripped, only covering the essential. You curled further and try to crawl away from him.

“P..Please...Don’t hurt me!” you whimper, lifting your hand to cover your face which Manwë notice that was broken.

He walks slowly closer to you, sitting down in one knee. “It’s alright, child...I'm not going to hurt you.” he grabs your hand gently, stroking his thumb softly against your bruised skin. “Where are your parents, child?” he said while looking around, confused by not seeing anyone around.

You let out a sob and shook your head, fat tears running down your cheeks. “I don’t know who is my nana but...but I know my ada...” you took a deep breath and look to your broken hand. “He’s really a bad person...” you whisper.

Manwë puts his other hand over your broken hand and closes his grey eyes. A bright light appears in his hand, it was warm against your skin. And like that, your hand was good as new. Your eyes widen when he took his hand off, seeing your s/c skin free of bruises. He smiles gently down to you and pushes a piece of hair out of your face, putting behind your pointy ear.

“There! All fixed up!” he stood up and extended his hand to you which you grabbed quickly since he was the first person who was kind to you and you felt safe in his presence. “What’s the name of your father?” he asked while leading you out of the garden.

You look around, watching in awe the beautiful butterflies flying around. “Melkor!” you said innocently.

As Manwë heard your words, stops walking and look down at you with a frown on his face. His ice-blue eyes studying you closely. “...Melkor?...” he whispers.

You nod and let out a small whimper, cleaning new tears from your eyes. “Y..Yes...Do you know him?” you asked.

He sighs and picks you up gently, walking towards a big mountain. “Yeah... I know him,” he whispers, almost to himself.

You cuddle your face into his neck, sighing happily as you let sleep take over you.

---

Years have passed and Manwë, along with his Queen, Varda, watches you grow into a beautiful and strong elleth.

He took you under his wing when he saw that there wasn’t any darkness in you. You didn’t inherit Melkor’s evil nature, you were only one of his poor victims. Abused during your first years of life, your life on his wicked hands for him to play.

The first time Varda saw you, you quickly had her wrapped around your little finger. You two passed the days walking in the gardens or watching the stars at night, Varda explaining to you every single star. She spoiled you with all she got, saying that she has to make you happy the rest of your immortal life since you had such terrible childhood in the hands of that psychopath.

The other Valar were a little suspicious of you, especially Aulë. It some time for them to warm up to you, to see that you didn’t possess darkness in you. But it only took a smile and giggle from you to melt those Gods’ hearts.

As you grew up, Manwë found out that you were a little troublemaker. Always pulling pranks on every Valar. It was chaos at first, Manwë had to spend one entire day listening to them complaining about your pranks.

Your pranks were soft but a little annoying and Manwë saw any malicious on them and try very hard to not laugh when Ulmo walk in covered in bubbles, saying that you put liters of liquid soup on the ocean, making an explosion of bubbles. But that quickly got under the control when you become a young adult yet you still are mischief and brave little thing in every Valar eyes.

---

“Ada!” your voice echoed through the throne room. You have been trying to find him all day, wanting to share the wonderful news with him. “Ada! Where are you?!” you shouted in annoyance, noticing the poor nervous ellon behind you looking around with wide eyes.

“My sweet child...Why all the shouting?” Manwë said calmly as he and Varda walked into the throne room. A huge smile spreads through your face as you saw them, running into his soft embrace. He kisses your forehead and let you embrace your mother, Varda.

“Ada! Nana! I want you to meet Lord Maedor!” you said, pointing to the shaking ellon in the middle of the room as he looks to the two powerful Valar. “He and I are courting! He asked me today!” you said with a cheerful voice, a massive smile on your lips.

Manwë looked to the golden-haired ellon with a silver eyebrow lifted, looking up and down to him. “Oh really?” he asked, his voice almost come out like a growl which made Varda put her delicate hand on her husband’s shoulder and taking a step forward, putting herself between Manwë and the poor ellon.

“That’s wonderful news, my daughter!” she said with a sweet smile. “Come! Let’s heard your story while we drink some tea!” Varda took her husband’s hand and led him to the large balcony, there were a table and comfortable chairs waiting for you four. She asked the servant to preparer some tea and sat down, pulling Manwë to his seat beside her.

You and Maedor took your seat and smile at each other, his eyes shining with passion. Manwë let out a cough, grabbing the attention of the two of you. “When you two met?” he asked firmly while looking to Maedor.

The poor ellon look to you and smile softly. “I met your lovely daughter during a trip to Valmar market,” he said gently, grabbing your hand and stroking your skin with his thumb. “We bumped into each other and at that moment, Y/n stole my heart.” you two giggle at the memory which made Manwë almost break the armchair under his firm grip.

“That’s very cute!” Varda squeals, clapping her hands together. “You two make a lovely couple!” at those words, a hard gush of wind run through you four, making you and Varda look to Manwë in confusion.

The four of you pass the rest of the day together, sharing stories and drinking tea. During the day, Manwë all ever wanted was to kick the ellon out of his palace. Telling him that his sweet child is off-limits. His daughter can’t be courting! She’s his little girl!

When the day came to an end, you along with Manwë and Varda, took Maedor to the massive doors of the Palace. “It was good to meet you, Lord Maedor! I hope to see you again soon.” Varda said with a soft smile.

“It was an honor to meet you two, Yours Graces!” Maedor said while bowing to Manwë and Varda.

The King of the Valar only nods, not saying anything which made Maedor shake in his boots. When Eonwë led Maedor out of the Palace, you turn to your mother and smile.

“Nana, could you please let me have a word with ada alone?” you asked while eyeing your father, who was now with a massive smile on his lips.

“Of course, sweetheart!” with that, Varda returns to her chambers, leaving you alone with your father.

There was a long silence in the room, the silver light of the moon bathing you two. You took a deep breath and look to Manwë, putting your hands on your waist.

“Can you please tell me why did you do that?!” you asked, your voice firm.

Manwë looks to you with innocent eyes, trying to look like he didn’t do anything wrong. “Did what?” he asked.

That made your head fume. “Did what?! You almost beheaded Maedor with your glares!” you snarl while walking back and forth. “You should be glad since I've fallen in love with a beautiful, good ellon! And on top of that, he’s a Vanyar! Aren’t they your favorites?!”

Manwë let out a sigh and look down, a silver curtain covers his face. “You’re right... I behaved like an orc.” his voice was full of shame which made your face soften. “I know you are a strong adult elleth but in my eyes...you are still my little girl... and I'm afraid that someone takes you from me.”

His gentle words made tears sting your eyes, trying to escape. “Oh, ada... No one will take me from you and even if they try, they would feel your wrath.” you giggle, cleaning a tear from your eye. “Maedor is a good ellon and he would never do anything to hurt me.” you walk to him and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him to a bear hug. “Will you promise me that you will give a chance to Maedor?” you whisper.

Manwë sighs and nods, resting his chin on your head. “I promise...but if he hurt you, me and your uncles Tulkas and Aulë will have a word with that punk.” you giggle and roll your eyes.

“I love you, Ada.”

“And I love you, my sweet little daughter.”

Hey Guys!! Here’s a new one shot with Manwë! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

[pokemonswshbutionlyplayedsword]

If the gym leaders could have any powers what would they be?

Milo wants to control plants. He wants to be able to make them grow, or be able to have big vines burst out of the ground to hold down super villains. He thinks it would be really cool and also it would make his farm work so much easier. Also being a plant wizard living in the forest? Goals.

Nessa would want to communicate with pokemon. She thinks it would be fascinating to know what her pokemon are saying. She knows it would probably get really annoying being around other people’s pokemon, but it would be worth it. They could help map out a battle strategy right there. Perfect.

Kabu thinks it would be really interesting to be a firebender. Like from ATLA. It’s a martial art to bend in ATLA and it’s more than just magic. He wouldn’t want to be in the ATLA universe, though, because he doesn’t want to be the villain. He just wants to firebend.

Bea wants super strength. She doesn’t care about all that magic and whatever. She just wants to be strong af. Your fancy magic won’t do much when she uses blunt force trauma immediately. Good luck, she’s unstoppable now.

Allister wants to be a shapeshifter. To be able to change into whatever pokemon/form he wants would be awesome. No one would think he’s a helpless little kid. Also, he would go somewhere a Mudsdale shouldn’t be able to go and turn into a Mudsdale. That would be pretty funny, he thinks.

Opal just wants to make potions and cast spells. She wants to be a witch, pretty much. That’s all. She wants to curse someone maybe. If she had to pick a power specifically, it would be like a manipulation of bad luck. Think of Jinx from Teen Titans (the good one, not Teen Titans Go, that doesn’t exist in my mind). Her powers are kind of complicated, but basically she can just make things go wrong. Also Jinx looks really cool.

Gordie wants to be an earthbender. Not like moving rocks with your mind, no. He wants to be Toph from ATLA. He wants to make a martial art out of manipulating and moving earth. So cool!

Melony wants ice magic. Like Elsa from Frozen. She wants to be an ice queen/witch. She wants to freeze her enemies! Also, making a pretty ice castle! Pretty ice dress! Pretty ice stair case! Making it snow whenever she wants! That sound awesome!

Piers wants the power of telekenesis. Like Raven from Teen Titans. To be able to move things with his mind would save him so much trouble. And to be able to levitate. That would be pretty cool. Also imagine the trouble he could cause with power like that! Chaos!!!

Raihan would want something super flashy. Like X-Men things. Wolverine’s big claws, probably. Also regeneration? Yes, please. Working with dragons gives him plenty of scrapes and bruises. But something really dramatic and showy for sure.

Leon would just like to fly. He doesn’t really care how, but having wings would be pretty cool. He’d also be able to hide them behind his cape if he had to keep it a secret. He thinks that if he has a bird’s eye view, he’d get lost less because he can just see where he’s going.

[ordinaryschmuck]

Top 20 BEST Animated Series of the 2010s-1st Place!

And now. 

For real this time.

What is hands down.

The Best.

Animated series.

In the 2010s.

Is…

(Pause for dramatic affect)

#1-Adventure Time (2010-2018)

I mean...what else?

The Plot: The magical land of Ooo has many things: A kingdom made of candy, a sociopathic Ice King, and even a self-proclaimed Vampire Queen. Amongst all this chaos are two adventures: A human boy named Finn, the Human, and his magical dog/best friend/adopted brother (yes, really) named Jake, the Dog. These two then go on adventure after adventure, facing against the many oddities that the Land of Ooo offers. What type of dangers? Well...you’re just going to have to watch the show to find out.

Before I start praising the crap out of this show, there’s one thing I want to get off my chest. You see, I hate Top X lists that always end with “the one that started it all.” It comes across as lazy because there is no way the first story tops every other one after it. Case in point: when looking at the best episodes of your favorite shows, how often do you see the first episode making the top ten, hell, even the top five? Not often, I bet. And sure, you can make the argument that “Without X, there wouldn’t have been Y,” but is that even a fair comparison? Sure, Disney wouldn’t have been as big as it is now without Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs being a success, but does that make it right to ignore great movies like Beauty and the Beast (1991), Aladdin (1992), and The Lion King (1994)? Sure, Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope is the reason why fans love to hate Star Wars in the first place, but how often do you hear people saying Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back is the best of the franchise. And sure, the Marvel Cinematic Universe wouldn’t have existed without Iron Man being a box office hit, but with movies like Avengers: Infinity War and Avengers: Endgame, can you really say Iron Man is the best in the franchise anymore? To me personally, if you’re going to pick “the one that started it all,” then it better be something that can outshine “it all.” This is why I chose Adventure Time as the best-animated series of the 2010s. Not because it’s a show that practically sparked the existence of almost every show on this list, but because it really is that good of a series. Unfortunately, with a series that really is that good, there will be people who try to pick it apart. This is why I’m going to do my best to defend against some criticism that Adventure Time seems to face. 

The first criticism I want to talk about is one that hasn’t even occurred to me until I watched JelloApocalypse's video called, “So This is Basically Adventure Time.” In that video, I realized that Adventure Time doesn’t really have a proper storytelling structure. Hell, most episodes don’t even have a conclusion. They just stop almost randomly. But there’s a remedy to this problem, and it's one that I discovered somewhat effortlessly during my rewatch of the show. And that solution is to stop looking at Adventure Time as a series of episodes and more of a series of experiences. What do I mean by that? Well, while watching, you can either have a good experience or a bad experience. A fun experience, or a depressing experience. A philosophically brilliant experience or a randomly stupid experience. All of which can happen separately or conjoined in every episode. Personally, I like this style of storytelling because I’m more likely to remember the experience of watching something rather than the basics of what is being viewed. However, as JelloApocalypse has proven, not everyone is going to be ok with this style. This is fine, as everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Just remember that if it doesn’t work for you, that doesn’t mean it won't work at all. Case in point: there’s a reason that this show got ten seasons.

However, with those ten seasons come the inevitable seasonal rot. Which, in this case, can easily be explained. Halfway through season five of Adventure Time, series creator Pendelton Ward left and made Adam Muto the head showrunner. And where Ward’s style relied on being random and hilarious, Muto took the series in a more philosophical direction. Several fans were turned away from this aspect, but I like to argue that this isn’t seasonal rot and more of a series’ development. Tons of shows on this list went through their own transitions, some subtle and some drastic. Whether or not you’ll be ok with those decisions is entirely dependent on who you are. And personally, I actually enjoyed the direction that Adventure Time took. While I was entertained by how hilarious the original seasons were in Ward’s run, Muto caused me to think more intensely than any other show I have seen in my life. This is why, once again, I would like to point out that just because it didn’t work for you doesn’t mean that it won’t work at all.

But one thing that didn’t work for me, and one criticism that I’m inclined to agree with, were how some characters got treated in later seasons. Now to be fair, most of the characters actually become more interesting as the series goes on (Ice King, Marceline, BMO, Susan Strong, etc.) There are just two characters that got a little iffier compared to others: Finn and Princess Bubblegum. The main reason why Finn’s character seemed to fail is that the writers focused more on Finn's love life (or lack thereof). I genuinely believe that Adventure Time has some fantastic romantic relationships, but that aspect of Finn’s character is easily the most uninteresting. It’s even worse when an episode focuses on his armorous hangups through past...mistakes. I even heard that this decision ruined Finn as a character for some people, which I can totally see why. Luckily the show course-corrected itself, and by season six, it started focussing on an aspect of Finn’s character that is actually interesting: His family. Not to give away any spoilers, but let’s just say that Finn gets significantly more fascinating through this decision. Unfortunately, one decision that never got better was how the show treated the one and only Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum. This character started off as a gentle/playful ruler who was as sweet as her kingdom. Only to evolve into a sociopathic control freak who is obsessed with science. What went wrong is that the show goes so far as to say that she’s always been that way, even since she was a kid. I guess she just was good at hiding it in early seasons. Once again, the writers try their best to course-correct Bubblegum, but all they did was make her bearable than despicable.

But while Bonnie doesn't work for me, do you want to know what does? Literally everything else about this show. One of the reasons why Adventure Time is the best series on this list is because it has elements of every other show that has already been mentioned before it. You see, Adventure Time can have: Hilarious comedy, intense action, superb animation, creative ideas, compelling drama, catchy music, thought-provoking stories, good romantic subplots, gay romantic subplots, great lore and backstory, intriguing mysteries, and, most important of all, bacon pancakes. All of which can be handled in ten to eleven minutes, where most shows struggle within twenty-two.

But one element that stands out among the rest is Adventure Time’s serialized storytelling. You see, there are two different types of storytelling: Plotting and pantsing. Plotting is how it sounds: You come up with ideas beforehand and work your way into making them come to life. Pantsing is where the goal is to basically make things up as you go along and try to make everything connected afterward. The ladder is the route Adventure Time takes. Every single amount of lore, character development, and even surprise twists were thought up almost on the spot. And one might think that this makes things more complicated, but when I rewatched the series in 2019, a solid 99.9% of what’s written lines up. Sure, there are small things that get confusing or downright forgotten. But that’s the keyword: small. It’s the big things that the writers try their best at explaining away, which can be much appreciated. And while I can love a show for creating a well-crafted story, I got to give Adventure Time respect for doing the same thing just by improvising. But do you want to know the real reason why I stuck with this show? And why do all the elements mentioned before manage to work so well? The same reason why any show can work so well: The characters.

And yes, I know I just complained about how certain characters were nearly ruined in this series, but that doesn’t change how good they are. Almost every character that the show focuses on has a level of intrigue to them, and characters that don’t still manage to be incredibly entertaining, to the point where a worm’s butt can carry an episode by itself (Yes. Really). But nothing beats the central duo, and I’m being honest when I say they make the series enjoyable. Finn and Jake not only have such an entertaining brotherly dynamic, but the two of them are just so much fun that I can’t help but smile whenever they’re on screen. They’re easily the best thing about the show, as well as the most entertaining characters in it. This is saying something because Adventure Time has a LOT of characters. One might say too many. In fact, one could argue that Adventure Time suffers from the too-many-characters syndrome, which I can absolutely see. However, every character is so unique and creative that to this day, I still remember the Tree Witch in the episode “To Cut a Woman’s Hair.” From her voice to her design to even Tree Witch's creative and hilarious way to convince Finn to get her some princess's hair.

This brings me to another great thing about the show: Its endless amount of creativity. Everything that Adventure Time does is something you will never see anywhere else. From all the unique ways the show has Jake use his stretchy powers, to also having a vampire drink the color red instead of blood, Adventure Time is always a show that leaves me scratching my head wondering, “Why hasn’t someone else done this before?” And the best part is, no other show can do the ideas that Adventure Time has had. Because there is no way of doing it without coming across as a carbon copy. Which I can appreciate. Believe it or not, I would rather see an idea done once and never again, rather than repeated to the point where it becomes stale. Letting Adventure Time keep its creativity helps the show stand out among the rest and prevents it from being forgotten through time.

Thus, we come to the real reason why Adventure Time is the best-animated series on this list: Memorability. When doing a rewatch of the series, I was surprised by how many episodes I somehow remember. In fact, out of over two hundred episodes, I only manage to forget one (which coincidentally managed to be an episode I hate). I honestly don’t know why so many episodes managed to stick with me. Maybe because the show is so creative that it’s hard to forget. It's probably because the characters are instant icons that their impact just won’t leave me. Hell, perhaps it’s because the show is so gosh dang weird that my brain refuses to forget a second of it. No matter what the reason is, it all still stuck. And I’m not going to lie, I feel as though there are going to be a lot of shows I'll forget over the years. But ten years from now, something tells me I’m never going to forget Adventure Time.

Now that I think about it, there really have been many great cartoons over the previous decade. And we owe it all to Adventure Time. The act of being unique and creative with one’s ideas came from Adventure Time. The idea of being more mature and deciding what should and shouldn’t be for kids came from Adventure Time. The fact that a show needs well-written characters to tell a great story came from Adventure Time. Even certain shows were made because creators worked on Adventure Time (looking at you, Steven Universe). Is the show perfect? No. Far from it, even. But when looking back at the many great series we’ve gotten in the 2010s and the many great shows we’ll get in years to come, I realize that the fun will never end WITH Adventure Time.

(Especially since we’re still getting it with four hour long specials on HBOmax)

[so-writing]

Snow 12 - Ivar / Hvitserk x Reader

You hadn’t given much thought to what would happen after Ivar was permanently out of the picture and you were left a widowed royal. You had never in your craziest fantasies saw yourself as the queen of Kattegat but now that you were, the idea of losing your crown wasn’t ideal. How great would it be to just be the queen without Ivar holding your position over your head? You would be free to choose your own king and you would choose a man that actually valued you. 

He never wanted it, but Hvitserk would make a great king. He would be just and honest and with you at his side, with Brenna and her chosen as allies, you could make real changes in Kattegat and the surrounding villages.

“Yes, I would like to keep my crown.”

“I hoped, I cannot imagine allying with anyone else. Now, we need to discuss how this is, most likely, going to happen.”

“Is Hvitserk going to do it?” 

“He assured me that he would, but I’m not sure I believe him. Regardless of the situation, Ivar is still his brother and I am not sure he’ll be able to kill him. I have tasked my greatest warrior to monitor the situation and if Hvitserk cannot do follow through, she will take care of it.”

The thought of Hvitserk not being able to kill Ivar despite all he had done to you brought bile to your throat. Of course it was understandable, but it still didn’t sit well with you. 

“Hey,” Brenna took your hands in hers, “he is not coming back and if by some miracle the Gods allow him to, he will not stay long and he will not have control over you ever again.”

“Do not be a stranger,” you dropped her hands and pulled her into a hug, “it is funny that you are my competition but you are also who I would consider my closest friend. Safe travels home.”

“We will see each other again at the end of this, and it will be a sweet reunion, my friend.”

*

“I am nervous,” Aslaug paced back and forth across and wrung her hands together too many times to count, “I don’t think this raid will go well.” 

“Do not worry, your sons are more than capable of leading a major army and they will come back successful and richer than ever.”

Your calm demeanor didn’t seem to ease her worry, as she continued to walk holes in the wooden floor.

“This doesn’t feel right. They were supposed to have returned three days ago, but we have heard nothing. What if Hedeby’s forces were too much for them? They were Lagertha’s armies.”

“Maybe they are enjoying the spoils of their raid and spending some extra time upending Hedeby. I’m sure they’ll be back within two days.”

It wasn’t two minutes after you said it that the horns sounded. Boats were entering Kattegat. Aslaug hurried out of the hall toward the docks while you waited for Brenna to come from her chambers. 

She emerged in matching clothing to yours.

“Are you ready for whatever is ahead of us?”

You held hands as you made your way to the docks in thick blue dresses and black furs. 

As soon as the boats hit the docks men were pouring off them. Chaos had taken control of the scene and townspeople were crying on the side of the docks while raiders pulled the wounded out and rushed them off.

“The kings need to be taken to the great hall! They have priority!”

Kings. The word hit like an ice cold wave washing over your body. Ivar was the only one meant to be injured in the raid. He should have been the one to suffer a fatal blow. 

Hvitserk didn’t lose. He was a master with a sword and was never hit. The blood on his body was never his own and to hear that he was hurt in any way was crushing. 

Shield maidens rushed Brenna and yourself back to the great hall, it wasn’t safe here now. Both kings were down for the moment and that meant threats would rise up.  

The two of you sat outside the medical chambers waiting for the men to arrive. You didn’t care much at all about Ivar’s condition but Hvitserk’s potential injures had you losing your mind. He had to pull through, you were so close to the end of this obstacle that battle wounds could not be the thing that took him away from you. 

Ivar came first. He was heavily covered with makeshift bandages and unconscious with a large amount of dried blood on the coverings. He looked in terrible shape and from the whispers of the servants working on him, it didn’t sound like he would pull through. 

Hvitserk came shortly after but he wasn’t being carried the way Ivar was. He was putting his weight on two men as they hobbled toward his assigned chamber. He was bleeding and limping but very much alive and conscious. 

“Gods, Hvit, what happened?!”

You couldn’t resist running up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. No one stopped you. 

“It is a scratch, I’ll be fine,” he chuckled and allowed to men to lead him away.

“Do you know what happened yet?” 

Brenna had remained seated and you noticed her hands shaking and the pale color of her skin.

“No, my partner has not been accounted for, she was the one that was watching out for Hvitserk and would do the deed if he could not. I do not know where she is.”

Biting the inside of your cheek so hard it nearly bled, you hurried to her side and embraced her. You couldn’t imagine how she was feeling. Hvitserk had always come home to you, even this time with minimal injuries. The thought of not knowing whether he was alive or not was horrible and it wasn’t something you would ever wish on anyone. 

“Boats are still arriving from the raid. She is coming back.”

“Do you think so?”

“I know so.”

*

Brenna had cried herself to sleep hours ago, but you patiently waited and watched the last of the boats come from Hedeby. The final one held only six people, but one of them was exactly the person you were waiting for. Gunnhild the unstoppable shield maiden, a woman that even Hvitserk might be intimidated by, had come back unharmed. Brenna would cry again, but this time they would be tears of happiness. 

“I am so glad you have returned to us, Brenna will be over the moon.”

“Where is she?”

“Sleeping after crying herself into that very slumber over your potential death.”

“I told her I’d return to her.”

“I did too.” 

She smiled at this as the two of you headed toward the great hall. 

“Have you seen Ivar?”

“Just his very unconscious body, still alive but barely.”

“Hvitserk meant to kill him but Ivar’s men got involved before he could do it.”

“He really did it?”

“Yes, he didn’t have a choice.”

“Brenna wasn’t sure he’d go through with it because they are brothers, and to tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure either.”

“Hvitserk was never meant to come back from this raid. Ivar was going to see to it that he was killed, take Brenna as a second wife and control of Manafell.”

“How do you know this?”

“His men couldn’t keep their mouths shut about killing a son of Ragnar and word travelled amongst the raiders. It got to me and I told Hvitserk. We worked only with our inner circle and devised a plan to get Ivar as isolated as we could to make a move.”

“He didn’t die though, how safe is Hvitserk here in Kattegat?”

“I do think we need to get him back to Manafell as soon as possible, but for the time being, he is relatively safe. Our men are here, I am going to be his personal guard until he leaves, he will not be harmed.”

“Thank you, Gunnhild, you have done so much for me that you don’t even realize.”

“Brenna thinks highly of you, so does Hvitserk, so do I. You do not deserve to be held captive by anyone.”

It was no surprise that Ivar wanted Hvitserk dead. If what Aslaug said was true, that Ivar just wanted you rather than what his brother had, it made sense. Ivar would never have you if he knew there was even the tiniest chance that you could reunite with Hvitserk. He had to get rid of him.

You would never truly have the love of your life again, as long as Ivar had anything to do with it. He had dangled Hvitserk cruelly in front you under the premise of sharing. He married him off to another woman and sent him away. He threatened Hvitserk’s life many times. It did not matter, you wouldn’t be swayed, Ivar had to get rid of him entirely.

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The Winds of Winter Outline

No one asked for this but I don’t have the time to write my full predictions for The Winds of Winter as a fanfic so here is a potential outline. Some plots that I care or know less about probably have more detail plots (ex: Asha and Theon at Winterfell). There are also some chapters I can imagine being separate that could easily be combined (ex: Sansa and the Tourney of the Winged Knights, Sam’s training). 

This is probably 10-15 chapters too long. It might be a little out of order, but this is generally how I imagine things might go.

POV deaths: Barristan, Jon Connington, Aeron, Areo, Victarion

Prologue: Ser Forley Preston, the attack by Lady Stoneheart on Jeyne Westerling and Edmure’s journey to the Westerlands

Barristan I: Meereen, preparing for battle (already released)

Theon I: Stannis’s Northern Camp, sees meetings and advises Stannis, is marked for death (already released)

Dany I: Great Grass Sea, on road with the Dothraki

Sansa I/Alayne I: preparing for Tourney of the Winged Knights (already released)

Jaime I: Riverlands, journey to the Red Wedding 2.0 with Brienne

Arya I/Mercy: learning to join the play scene and killing Raff the Sweetling (already released)

Aeron I: Waters off the Reach, prepping for Euron’s attack (already released)

Theon II: Stannis’s Northern Camp, brought to be executed beneath a weirwood, hears Bran talking about tunnels underneath Winterfell and uses the information to bargain for his freedom

Arianne I: Dorne/Stormlands, heading to meet Aegon (already published)

Asha I: Stannis’s Northern Camp, attack by Ramsey’s people and Stannis winning

Victarion I: Meereen, preparing for battle (already published)

Tyrion I: Meereen, pre-battle, sees the Iron Fleet on the horizon (already published)

Dany II: Vaes Dothrak, joining Dosh Khaleen and being hailed as the Stallion Who Mounts The World

Barristan II: Meereen, the battle (already released)

Tyrion II: Meereen, pre-battle/battle (already published)

Victarion II: Meereen, during the battle

Tyrion III: Meereen, potentially heat of the battle

Victarion III: Meereen, blowing dragon horn and sending at least one of them (probably Rhaegal) towards Westeros, dies

Barristan III: Meereen, more of the battle and winning it until Rhaegal flies away and he retreats into the city (mildly doubtful of this chapter, tbd)

Davos I: Skaagos, arriving, gaining their trust

Brienne I: Riverlands, journey to the Red Wedding 2.0 with Jaime and some of the Brotherhood without Banners

Cersei I: King’s Landing, Kevan is dead, pretrial stress/anxiety, Trial (she wins)

Dany III: Somewhere in Essos, Journeying to Meereen

Theon III: Winterfell, Battle of Ice and leading the people into the tunnels

Asha II: Winterfell, Battle of Ice aftermath, bonding with Mormont ladies, potential arrival of the sellswords from Braavos

Jon I: the Wall/Gift, in Ghost’s brain

Tyrion IV: Meereen, post-battle capture or getting involved with Barristan in the rule of the city

Barristan IV: Meereen, finds Shavepate taking over the city, killing Hizdahr and Dany’s cupbearers, dies

Areo I: Dorne, chasing Darkstar

Arya II: The Little Lost Girl - hears about “Arya Stark in Braavos,” (Jeyne Poole) and “dead Jon Snow” leaves the Faceless Men (this may be two chapters, three max).

Sansa II/Alayne II: the Vale, Gates of the Moon, the Tourney of the Winged Knights

Dany IV: Meereen, definitive ending to the Siege of Meereen, mourning Barristan, getting Ironborn support, leaving the city

Sansa III/Alayne III: the Vale, Gates of the Moon, post-or-during-Tourney, ends with Sweetrobin’s death

Arya III: journey from Braavos and arrival in the Saltpans

Melisandre I: the Wall, post-Jon death’s chaos and noticing him in Ghost, “Arya Stark” arrives at the wall then heads to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea to go to Braavos

Bran I: Beyond-the-Wall, some kind of training and visions of Jon and the Others

Tyrion V: Meereen or the dragonroads, Meeting Dany, potentially narrator for some of her events and battles

Sansa IV/Alayne IV: the Vale, chaos post-Robert’s death, she’s kidnapped

Arya IV: Riverlands, Inn at the Crossroads, unites with Gendry

Arianne II: Stormlands, heading to meet Aegon

Sansa V/Alayne V: rescued by maybe Harry, reveal of who she is

Jaime II: Riverlands, Red Wedding 2.0 and forced to fight Brienne

Brienne II: Riverlands, Red Wedding 2.0 aftermath after running away from the Brotherhood

Tyrion VI: Dragon Roads, general advising Dany and gaining her trust, potentially an attempt on his life for Cersei that spreads news he’s dead (so Sansa can get married without that sticky plot point)

Sansa VI: Wedding, potentially poison reveal and blame on Littlefinger

Cersei II: King’s Landing, Tyene Sand is up to some mischief as her Septa companion, dealing with Mace Tyrell naming himself Hand of the King, potentially Myrcella arriving back in King’s Landing, Mace goes to Storm’s End to deal with Aegon

Arianne III: Stormlands, meet Aegon + siege of Storm’s End

Jon Connington I: Stormlands/Crownlands, wary of Arianne and the Dornish

Arianne IV: Stormlands, plans / agreement to marry Aegon after siege is ended

Arya V: Riverlands, Somewhere, Gets Nymeria’s Wolfpack (maybe near Harrenhal? I feel like one of the Starklings end up back there at some point)

Cersei III: King’s Landing, scheming, trying to get back in charge, Nymeria chaos on the small council

Asha III: Witnessing Winterfell, politics of the North, Theon gets to live for identifying a living non-Arya Stark child

Davos II: Skaagos, finding Rickon, convincing Osha to take him to Winterfell and his people as the last remaining Stark

Sansa VII: gets some kind of news (maybe Stannis claiming the North and looking for Lord of Winterfell), head to Gulltown to launch North

Arianne V: Stormlands/Crownlands, wedding or maybe POV for the Second Sack of King’s Landing (little later if its that second option)

Areo II: Dorne, chasing Darkstar, something at the Tower of Joy(?)

Melisandre II: the Wall, raising Jon from the dead

Dany V: Volantis, conquest of the city and freeing of the city, being hailed and crowned as Azor Ahai

Arya VI: Riverlands, Around Riverrun, Meets (and Kills) Lady Stoneheart

Cersei IV: King’s Landing, siege by Aegon and co.

Jon Connington II: King’s Landing, sack of King’s Landing, probably orders a mass slaughter when the bells are rung in celebration of Aegon’s coming even though they claimed the city peacefully

Cersei V: King’s Landing, siege part ii, Tommen’s death and fleeing King’s Landing

Bran II: Beyond-the-Wall, “Hold the Door” attack by the others

Davos III: Skaagos/Sea off Skaagos, journeying to White Harbor, see things (wights) moving in the water

Sam I: Oldtown, learning things and preparing for the soon attack, sending Gilly and Little Sam to Horn Hill, realizing important info about Wall, Jon, or Dragons

Dany VI: Roads of Essos, gets notice about Aegon in Westeros, turns towards Pentos

Sansa VIII: Maybe lands in White Harbor

Arya VII: Riverlands, Around Riverrun, somehow the 10/12 yo takes control of the Brotherhood without Banners and convinces them to follow her to end the remaining Freys at the Twins and free the Northerners there; potentially uses the reclamation of Riverrun to rally the Riverlords and ladies to her side (using friendship with Lady of Acorn Hall)

Bran III: Beyond-the-Wall, retreat south, visions

Cersei VI: Riverlands, running from chaos in the city

Jon Connington III: King’s Landing, feeling guilty when there are reports of greyscale in the city

Dany VII: Pentos, destruction of

Arianne VI: King’s Landing, crowned, marries Aegon if not yet, catches him with Elia Sand, maybe breakout of greyscale in his people

Jon II: the Wall, arisen from death, punishing those who did him wrong, someone tells him that “Arya Stark was at the wall,” he goes to follow her to Braavos 

Sam II: Oldtown, learning things and preparing for the soon attack, seeing Ironborn on the horizon

Aeron II: Oldtown, siege and bearing witness to Euron’s attack

Sam III: Oldtown, the Ironborn attack, seeing Euron’s Monsters of the Deep (Eldritch Apocalypse), escaping

Dany VIII: Pentos, giving it to the Tattered Prince and burning Illyrio Mopatis alive for betraying her, ends with her symbolically turning west

Areo III: Dorne, encountering Darkstar and dying

Sam IV: Horn Hill, after fleeing Oldtown, also his father may be there, sent by Cersei, sends out the ravens to warn Westeros of the threat of the Eldritch Monsters, heading North to help at the wall

Arya VIII: Riverlands, Around the Twins, claims the Twins, gets news of Stannis claiming Winterfell and trying to name a Lord of Winterfell, heads North with support of the Riverlands to claim her birthright as Lady of Winterfell since she thinks she’s the last Stark

Cersei VII: Casterly Rock, establish a court in exile and crowning Queen Myrcella

Davos IV: White Harbor, giving Manderly his King

Jon Connington IV: King’s Landing, dragon attack and death in wildfire

Jon III: Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, abandons his watch, someone tells him “Arya” had really pretty brown eyes, he realizes its not his little sister and determines to head “somewhere warm” or else somewhere South (potentially Winterfell - I go back and forth on if he’ll end up at the Tower of Joy or Dragonstone himself)

Sansa VIX: go to Stannis/fly banner over Winterfell, potential arrival/tension with Rickon and Davos and death of Littlefinger if he’s not dead yet

Brienne III: Riverlands, gets news Sansa is heading North / married in the Vale and that Tommen is dead; parts with Jaime - him for Cersei and Myrcella and her for Sansa

Dany IX: Dragonstone, her homecoming and arrival and crowning

Aeron III: Oldtown, going to the top of the Hightower and watching Euron blow his horn, dying

Melisandre III: the Wall, invasion of the Night and Others

Bran IV: the Wall, it falls