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nottsangel · 7 months ago

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the red means i love you — r.c.

pairing: dark!rafe cameron x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, murder, vaginal sex, extreme violence, stabbing, blood, knifeplay (carving), bloodplay, possessive and obsessive behaviour (reader and rafe), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, toxic relationship, reader and rafe are both fucked in the head

word count: 5k

summary: in a relationship fueled by hidden obsession and jealousy, you and your boyfriend are more alike than you initially thought.

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You hummed along to the song blasting from your speakers, stretched out on your stomach while absentmindedly scrolling through TikTok, your long nails tapping against the screen. With your boyfriend away on their annual family vacation, you were left restless and bored. Since you started dating him a year ago, you've spent practically every moment together, causing your hobbies and personal interests to gradually fade, along with your sense of individuality. He was the centre of your world, everything in your life revolved around him— you were willing to go to any lengths for him, and you knew he would do the same for you. What you both didn’t know, was how far you would be willing to go for each other.

Yawning while watching the nth slime scoopability video on your TikTok for you page, a notification popped up on your phone— rafe_cameron posted a new picture! You instantly tapped on it, having notifications turned on for a reason only to find a photo of your boyfriend on a yacht, clad in nothing but his blue swimsuit. Fuck. His defined abs, the tight shorts showing his bulge through the fabric, his hair messy and slightly wet— you instantly felt an ache between your legs, prompting you to rub your thighs together.

Though it had only been a few days since you had last seen him, his absence weighed heavy and the picture didn’t help. You found yourself analysing every single detail of the picture, but your focus kept going back to his bulge as you could practically feel his cock filling you up so perfectly like he does every night again, except for tonight. You were desperately craving his touch, and just as you were about to reach your hand into your shorts to relieve the achy feeling, your mood was ruined when you checked the comment section.

oliviaprentiss4: looking good Cameron! 😍

Bang. You threw your phone aggressively at the wall while letting out a piercing scream as your breaths grew shallow and fast, anger coursing through your veins. Fucking bitch. Of course it’s Olivia, who goes after your man every chance she gets. Despite Rafe's constant assurances that she's just a friend and nothing more, as a girl yourself, you can't help but notice the subtle flirtations — the way she twirls her blonde locks while gazing up at him with fuck-me eyes whenever they talk. You're not stupid.

You fixed your gaze intently on the wall, attempting to collect your thoughts and calm your breathing as a plan dawned upon you. Swiftly grabbing the lip gloss from the bedside table next to you, you hastily reapplied it before gathering your phone from the ground and switching to the camera app. You raised your phone in the air, pushing your tits up and pulling your top down just a tad bit, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination as you snapped a few pictures while switching poses.

Brandon is gonna fucking love these, you thought to yourself while scrolling through your camera roll, referring to a fratboy you met at a party before you started dating Rafe. You hooked up with him once, seeing him as nothing more than just a one-night stand, but he became obsessed with you after that— replying to your Instagram stories daily and asking you to hang out at least once a week. You knew he would comment if you posted a few sexy pics, and you were right.

brandontheman: cute top, but im more interested in whats under it ;)

You bit your lip as an amused but sinister smile spread across your face, knowing it would infuriate Rafe. Clicking back on his profile to check the new picture once more, you noticed new comments had been added. Your smile abruptly vanished as you glanced at Rafe's comments section again, feeling the anger that had started to subside returning with force.

rafe_cameron: @ oliviaprentiss4 Thanks liv.

Liv. He fucking calls her Liv. Fucking asshole. You muttered curses under your breath, fists clenching as your breathing quickened and your jaw tightened again. He could've simply ignored her. Or deleted her comment. Or blocked her when you started complaining about the bitch four months ago. But no— the fucking idiot calls her Liv, for everyone to see, including you.

With hands trembling from sheer rage, you redirected your attention to your phone before switching profiles. rafe_cameron. Now, you wouldn't exactly label yourself as toxic for having his profile logged in on your phone. You're just, you know, keeping an eye on him, with the best intentions after all. Even though he was unaware that you peeked into his phone to get his password when he was showering. Hmm. Okay, maybe you were a little toxic, you can admit that much. But being toxic means being smart so you went to settings and disabled notifications, ensuring Rafe wouldn’t suspect a thing before tapping on his chat with Olivia.

As you scrolled through the chat, nothing new caught your eye, which didn't come as a surprise given that you checked his profile on a daily basis. It was the usual— Olivia showering him with compliments whenever he posted a picture of himself, and him graciously thanking her. You shook your head in disbelief, your jaw tensing with anger at his consistent responses to her. She was a big problem— a serious threat to your relationship, and you desperately needed to get rid of her. You took a deep breath, hoping your plan would succeed, before typing out a message.

rafe_cameron: hey liv.

oliviaprentiss4: hey rafey!

Rafey. Oh, this bitch really wants to die.

rafe_cameron: my girlfriend is out of town tonight. wanna come over?

oliviaprentiss4: sounds good! I’ll be there at 9!! 🤍

Not a girl’s girl, huh? You scoffed at how easily she agreed to a man cheating on his girlfriend, yet a small smile tugged at your lips as it seemed that your plan was starting to take work. Now you just had to figure out how to get inside Tannyhill, but let’s be real— breaking in is the easiest part of it all.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the Cameron’s estate except for a few lights that you hastily switched on when you arrived five minutes before nine. It was quiet; the only sounds in the eerie mansion were the ticking of a clock and a few birds chirping outside.

You were impatiently sitting on the couch, waiting for Olivia, with your knee bouncing up and down— not from nerves though, but rather, excitement. A wicked grin spread across your face as you heard the doorknob turn, followed by cautious footsteps on the wooden floor. Olivia gasped audibly when she spotted you, her face flushing bright red as she stumbled over her words, too stunned to articulate a coherent sentence.

“I- Sorry, Rafe said- I mean. I thought you wouldn’t-“ “You thought what, exactly? That you could fuck my boyfriend without me knowing? God, you really are such a stupid, fucking bitch.”

Your words hit her hard, causing her to freeze in place as she fiddled with her fingers nervously. She realized she fucked up bad when she caught the insane, psychotic glare in your narrowed eyes, which was filled with unmistakable hatred directed at her. It sent shivers down her spine— she came to the stark realization that you were more than simply a jealous girlfriend; she was fearing for her life.

You rose from the couch and marched towards her, causing her to take steps back in panic, her eyes widening in terror. But you were quicker, consumed by rage. She cried out in agony as you seized a handful of her blonde hair, and violently hauled her towards the ground until she smashed into the floor with a loud thud.

“Tsk, so many men, and still, you had to choose mine. Dumbest decision you could make, Liv. And you’re gonna fucking regret it.” You hissed as you straddled her. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling disoriented from her head hitting the floor as she confusedly gazed up at you. It was over for her. You knew it, she knew it. The poor girl gulped when you took a knife out of your back pocket— the pocket knife that Rafe bought you to defend yourself from men. Oh, if only he knew. Thank you baby, best present ever.

“Here’s what I’m gonna do. I will use this cute little knife to stab you, okay? Not just once though, no, there’s no fun in that.” Now, this was the moment where she broke down in tears, pleading for you to let her go. You revelled in the sense of power, devoid of any trace of empathy, as you observed the girl's panicked state with streaks of mascara running down her face. What the fuck did she expect? It’s the consequences of her own actions.

You gripped her face tightly, sharp nails pressing into her skin as you forced her to meet your gaze, her eyes wide with fear and brimming with tears as they met yours. She was frozen in place, paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of dread. “Hey, hey, just shut up for a moment and let me do my thing, okay? This is my moment and I can’t have you fucking it up. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

You paused and slowly closed your eyes, savouring the momentary bliss until Olivia interrupted you, prompting an irritated exhale and forcing your eyes to reopen. “Let me go, please! I wasn’t even gonna do anything with him! I promise!” she attempted and pleaded for one last time, despite knowing deep down that it wouldn't change anything. Your hatred was too strong, as evidenced by your eyes— the psychotic look on your face caused goosebumps to form all over her body.

“You think…” you started, breath quickening in growing anger as your jaw tensed, shaking your head and snickering in disbelief, “…you can fucking LIE TO ME?” you screamed before raising the knife in the air, not wasting any more time as she only fuelled your rage further, followed by bringing it back down, right into her chest next to her silver necklace with the letter ‘O’ attached to it. She let out a piercing scream out of agony before you quickly pulled the knife out, blood spurting in every direction possible just like in slasher movies, making you forget for a moment that this was real life. You were so caught up in the moment— it felt therapeutic in a way to finally release all of your pent-up rage.

“Don’t” stab. “touch” stab. “my” stab. “man, Liv.” stab, stab, stab.

Your heart raced as you witnessed the life drain from her ocean-blue eyes, a rush of power and exhilaration consuming you as you smiled down at her with a manic glint in your eyes. You experienced a strange sense of peace along with a wave of relief washing over you. Problem solved.

Standing up again, you had to steady yourself as you felt slightly lightheaded with adrenaline rushing through your body. You wiped the remaining blood from your face with your shirt before hearing a faint scream coming from upstairs, making you gasp as your heart beat out of your chest. What the fuck? You were convinced that no one was home, the entire Cameron family on their yearly vacation far, far away.

The screams came to an abrupt halt followed by a loud thud before hearing a person grunt, as if they were struggling while carrying something heavy. Fuck fuck fuck. This was when you started to panic. Whoever it was coming down the stairs right now was about to witness you fully covered in blood with a fucking dead body lying next to you on the floor. It was over.

“Shit man… why’s it never the skinny, short guys she fuckin’ falls for?” you heard a familiar voice complain, making you blink your eyes a few times as you saw your boyfriend descend the stairs while dragging a lifeless body behind him. “…Rafe?” you uttered, making him snap his head to the side, startled by your sweet-laced voice calling out his name.

First, his gaze fell on you, locking his blue eyes with yours, both widening in shock while staring at each other. Oh, he really fucked up, he thought, until he noticed the corpse next to you with the knife in your right hand, fresh blood dripping from it onto the floor. He then turned to face the body he was dragging down the stairs, blinking several times as he attempted to process the bizarre situation.

“Oh shit. We’re like that one Spiderman meme, babe.” you chuckled, cocking your head to the side as you watched the body comically fall down each step with a thud, leaving a trail of fresh blood behind. Rafe looked at you in astonishment, before his face quickly turned into one of absolute fury with nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing. You knew that look on your boyfriend’s face— he was about to freak the fuck out. “ooohh my god, oh my god… what— what the FUCK are you doing?!”

Your face instantly dropped as you scoffed at the hypocrisy, “What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are YOU doing?” you hurriedly marched towards him, casually stepping over the girl’s lifeless body with the bloody knife still in your right hand. With your faces merely inches away, you stared into his enraged, narrowed blue eyes before turning your attention to the body resting against the stairs. Brandon. The poor boy has been beaten to death with what you assume Rafe’s baseball bat, which has been sitting in the corner of his room untouched for quite some time, always leaving you wondering why he still had that thing. Well, that question was answered now. Brandon’s face was nearly unrecognisable, it was not a nice sight. He was covered in blood from head to toe, and it was clear Rafe used Brandon’s body to get all his aggression out.

Your attention was then drawn to the once-white carpet he was standing on, which was now ruined and completely covered in blood. “Oh, and real smart, Rafe. Letting a body bleed all over your fucking carpet. What are you gonna tell your family, huh?” You snorted, taking in the mess that Rafe had made all over the house.

“That’s… that’s what you’re fuckin’ worried about here!? Just… I— I don’t know, say you were on your period or some shit, jesus.” he rolled his eyes and shook his head, obviously not thinking about the fucking carpet right now as his mind raced with a thousand thoughts while squinting his eyes, still trying to figure out who the body was on the other end of the room.

“Is that— is that Oliv-“ “ON MY PERIOD, RAFE?! I’D BE FUCKING DEAD ALREADY IF THAT’S HOW MUCH I BLEED EACH MONTH, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

Rafe briefly closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, attempting to block out your exasperating voice but failing miserably as it was the only thing he could hear at that moment. His breathing accelerated and his eyes narrowed as his frustration reached its boiling point, his vision blurred with a red haze of anger before punching a hole in the wall, the impact echoing throughout the room, sending shockwaves of sound outward. “FUCK! Why do you— why you always gotta fuck things up for us, huh? Can’t you just be a normal fucking girlfriend for once? Jesus fucking christ.”

A normal girlfriend? Your heart shattered into a thousand pieces at his words. Each syllable fell like a knife to the heart, leaving you more vulnerable and hurt. In that moment, you realized with a sense of sorrow that no matter how much you loved him, it would never be enough. Tears from sheer rage and heartache began to well up in your eyes as your grip on the knife tightened. You felt so misunderstood— why couldn’t he just see that no girl could ever love him the way you do? That everything you do is for him?

“I— I did this for you, Rafe, for us. Can’t you fucking see that? She was gonna— fuck— she was gonna ruin what we have!” you spoke in a trembling but urgent voice, swaying the knife in front of his face as blood splattered all over the walls, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “I’d do anything for you, you hear me? ANYTHING! Nothing is ever gonna get between us, Rafe. And no one— no one will ever love you more than I do.” His eyes were eerily still, devoid of any trace of humanity, as he stood frozen, listening to your ramblings. It only fuelled your rage more, as you so desperately tried to get it through his head that you did it for him, with the best intentions, but Rafe gave no reaction.

“I just— I just don’t get it… How the FUCK is this my-“ you continued with tears streaming down your face but gasped when you were abruptly interrupted by Rafe grabbing your face, leaving a red blood imprint on your cheek before pushing you against the cold wall followed by his lips meeting yours in a fervent urgency. His body was pressed against yours with his hand gripping the back of your head, pushing you deeper into him to intensify the kiss as your tongues danced together. At that moment, all your surroundings melted away as you were lost in the overwhelming need for each other.

Because oddly, it turned him on— your insanity turned him on. It stirred a sensation of warmth, a tingling feeling, and a deep sense of gratitude within him. Knowing someone loved him to the point of being willing to do anything for him, even if that meant killing— that was all Rafe needed in his lonely existence, longing for someone to love him with the same intensity he felt for them. Rafe Cameron just needed to be loved.

“You’re— you’re… fuckin’ perfect.” Rafe whispered, his voice laced with an unfamiliar sweetness as his blue eyes intensely gazed into yours. Perfect? You blinked a few times as you shook your head, unable to process the sudden change in demeanour. “W-what?” you stared at him before he cupped your face with both hands, a look of solace and devotion on his blood-stained face. “Listen to me, yeah? ‘m never gonna let you go, I fuckin’ promise that. I’d do anything for you— anything, you hear me? Gonna take good fuckin’ care of my girl, a’ight?”

A relieved smile graced your lips, a chuckle escaping as you found comfort before you leaned in to kiss him once more, the embrace deeper and more intense than before, filled with longing and desire. He pushed you towards the couch, making you stumble backwards while feeling more aroused with each step you took. It was a bizarre scene— both of you covered in fresh blood, hungrily touching every part of each other’s bodies, with two corpses on the floor next to you, still bleeding all over. But that wasn’t any of your concern at that moment. All you cared about was how his skilled hands moved over your skin, making you crave him even more.

Rafe, on the other hand, felt he still had something to prove— as if murdering a man wasn’t enough. He needed you to know how good he could make you feel. He needed you to understand that no man on this planet could treat you better than him. You could see it in his lustful eyes as he pushed you back on the couch, followed by him crawling on top of you and attacking your still blood-covered neck with hungry kisses. The ticklish feeling of Rafe’s mouth made you giggle as the metallic tang of blood flooded his senses, coating his tongue with an iron bitterness that lingered long. He didn’t know whose blood it even was, maybe both of theirs together mixed with yours, by the way he was so aggressively biting and sucking on your skin.

“Mine. All fuckin’ mine. Got it?” he snarled as he withdrew and grasped your face tightly, forcing you to look him into his intense eyes. You agreed with a nod, flashing a naughty smile as you gazed up at him coyly through your lashes. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Don’t wanna go around killin’ the entire neighbourhood.” He growled, before trailing his lips to your earlobe, gently sucking on it as his expensive cologne filled your nostrils. “But I will if I have to.” His voice raspy as he spoke, making you become wetter with each passing second.

“Hm, i don’t doubt that.” You remarked before a moan escaped your lips caused by Rafe’s hand groping your tits under your shirt, massaging them over the laced bra that he bought for you. “But know that I would kill the entire female population of the Outer Banks.” He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle, still wrapping his head around just how insane his girlfriend truly was. “You’re so fucked in the head, shit.“ he whispered, pulling your bra down and toying with your nipples, making you bite your lip, “Just how I like it.”

Rafe then grabbed the knife from where you had dropped it next to the couch, skilfully twirling it a few times. You observed him with a rush of anticipation, uncertain of his intentions. He slid the knife beneath your top, eliciting a gasp as he swiftly sliced through the fabric, ruining your clothes, before repeating the action with your shorts.

“Rafe, what the fuck!” You hissed in annoyance as he destroyed your clothes. “Those were my favourites! Oh, don’t you fucking dare do the same with my underwear” It was evident he wasn't taking you seriously, the smug smile on his face only grew bigger before he slipped the knife under your bra and cut it open as well in one swift motion.

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. You know I can buy you anything you want, yeah?” Your lace underwear was next, leaving you inwardly agitated as he cut the fabric and flung it across the room. Seeing your dejected expression, he released an exasperated sigh. “Stop with the whining. I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, a’ight?”

He seized you by the hips and quickly turned you around, pressing your face into the cushion before you could comprehend what was happening as in an instant, you found yourself face down with your ass up, angled towards him. “Fuckin’ soaked already, huh?” He suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair and raised your head, then stuck his blood-covered fingers into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his digits with a mixture of blood and drool running down your chin while feeling his clothed boner press against your bare ass. “Yeah— that’s right baby. Lick my fingers clean like a good fuckin’ girl.” You could feel yourself dripping down your inner thighs before Rafe scooped it up with his now clean fingers and slipped them into you from behind, making you let out a hitched breath at the sudden sensation as you moaned his name.

It didn’t take long for his digits to find your g-spot as he skilfully rubbed against it, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your pornographic moans combined with the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you made it difficult for him to control himself any longer, so he abruptly pulled out, causing you to whine at the sudden loss of contact. “You bitch! I was so fucking close!” Rafe’s hand reeled back before you felt a stinging pain on your ass, making you jolt forward on the couch. “Watch that fuckin’ mouth if you wanna cum.”

You heard the unbuckling of a belt behind you followed by feeling Rafe’s erection teasing your folds, dragging the tip up and down as his precum mixed with your wetness. Growing increasingly impatient, you tried to push yourself back onto his cock, to no avail as he held your hips firmly. “Aww, poor girl wants it bad, huh?” his voice laced with faux sympathy. “Then beg for it.”

“Rafe just fucking do-“ your words were quickly interrupted by him grasping your hair and leaning down to your eye level. “I said fuckin’ beg for it.”

“Fuck. Please, okay! I need to feel you! Just, please, fuck me” Rafe pushed himself into you in one quick thrust, swallowed by your warmth as he watched his cock disappear into your body. He gave you no time to adjust as he stretched you out completely, causing a brief sensation of pain that was quickly replaced by pleasure. He let out a sigh at the feeling, one hand on your lower back and the other on your hip as he quickly set a brutal pace— deep, erratic thrusts hitting your sweet spots so perfectly. Your nails scraped against the leather of the couch, nearly tearing it apart as you pushed yourself back onto Rafe’s cock, making him grunt at the sight. He massaged your inner walls so perfectly, making you moan his name loudly over and over again.

Rafe suddenly stopped in his tracks, cautioning, “Stay still or this will hurt, like bad, a’ight?”, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion before hearing him reach for the knife once again from next to him, sending a gulp down your throat. You tensed, anticipating the sensation, well aware of what was about to happen, just as you felt the sharp edge of the blade against your delicate skin while he was still balls deep inside of you. “So fuckin’ pretty all covered in blood, shit.” You could feel the letters he was etching into your skin— R.C., his initials. Once he was done, he tossed the knife on the floor before quickly pulling out, causing you to whine at the sudden empty feeling as he leaned down, licking up your blood that was dripping from the fresh wounds, mingling with Olivia's still-stained blood on your skin. “Forever mine.”

Rafe slapped your ass once again, causing you to cry out from the stinging pain of his hand making contact with the fresh carvings on your skin. “Now, where were we?” He slipped into you again as he mercilessly continued his thrusts, strangled noises leaving your mouth at the sudden feeling. He noticed your moans were muffled by the pillow so he grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it firmly, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

“Shit, look at ya now. Not so tough anymore, huh?” Rafe groaned as he pounded into you, his brutal thrusts making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your vision started to blur. “Shut— up.” You muttered in between his thrusts, your mind all fuzzy as his tip repeatedly hit your cervix. You clenched around him when he kept hitting that one spot inside you, the pleasure building as you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

You arched your back with your eyes fluttering shut as felt your orgasm approaching. “I’m— I’m so fucking close, oh my god” You moaned out with your mouth agape, nails digging deep into the skin of his arm that was wrapped around your body as the sensation became too much for you.

“Come f’me, doll. Gonna fill you up so fuckin’ good” Rafe’s hand snaked around your body to rub fast circles on your sensitive clit, making you moan loudly as your orgasm abruptly struck you, causing you to clench hard around his cock with buckling knees. All your muscles tensed as you saw stars, a wave of pleasure fully overtaking you with Rafe still pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm. He came not too long after you, slow and drawn-out curses spilling from his lips with his head thrown back as you could feel the familiar pool of warmth fill you up to the brim, completely emptying himself inside of you as his orgasm hit him.

He rode out his high before he carefully pulled out as your chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, each breath a struggle to fill your lungs with air while trying to regain your breath. “My pretty, pretty girl.” Rafe praised, staring at your cum-dripping cunt with a grin on his face.

As you opened your eyes, the harsh reality crashed over you like a wave, sending a shiver down your spine at the sight of the lifeless bodies lying across the floor. Panic laced your voice as you turned to face Rafe, desperation evident in your words. "Rafe? What the fuck are we going to do with the bodies?"

His response was surprisingly calm, his tone carrying an unsettling assurance. "Don't worry ‘bout that. I'll take care of it, a’ight?"

The eerie composure in his voice sent a chill down your spine, hinting at a familiarity with murdering that made your stomach churn. "What? How— how do you know how to clean up bodies?"

A sinister smirk crept onto his handsome features, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion and disbelief before his blue eyes stared deep into yours, holding you in their gaze with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “Princess, what do you think happened to poor Jake last month? And Dylan before that?”

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medievalandfantasymelee · 5 months ago

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Carlos I [Álvaro Cervantes], Carlos Rey Emperador (2015-2016)

Caspian X [Ben Barnes], The Chronicles of Narnia (2010)

King Caspian X [Samuel West], Prince Caspian and the Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1989)

Cesare Borgia [Mark Ryder], Borgia (2011-2014)

Cesare Borgia [Francois Arnaud], The Borgias (2011-2013)

Charles Brandon [Henry Cavill], The Tudors (2007-2010)

Prince Charmont [Hugh Dancy], Ella Enchanted (2004)

Prince Chauncley [Daniel Radcliffe], Miracle Workers: The Dark Ages (2020)

Chris Vexler [Karan Soni], Miracle Workers: The Dark Ages (2020)

Chu Hun [Peter Ho], Double World (2020)

“Cinderella’s Prince” [Chris Pine], Into the Woods (2014)

Connor MacLeod [Christopher Lambert], Highlander (1986)

Corlys Velaryon [Steve Toussaint], House of the Dragon (2022-)

Ser Criston Cole [Fabien Frankel], House of the Dragon (2022-)

Daario Naharis [Michiel Huisman], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Prince Daemon Targaryen [Matt Smith], House of the Dragon (2022)

Darkness [Tim Curry], Legend (1985)

Ser Davos Seaworth [Liam Cunningham], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Prince Dastan [Jake Gyllenhaal], Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time (2010)

Dong Yilong [Henry Lau], Double World (2020)

Khal Drogo [Jason Momoa], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Durotan [Toby Kebbell], Warcraft (2016)

Eamon Valda [Abdul Salis], The Wheel of Time (2022-)

King Ecbert Ealhmunding [Linus Roache], Vikings (2013-2020)

Lord Eddard Stark [Sean Bean], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Edgin Darvis [Chris Pine], Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves (2023)

King Edmund the Just [Skandar Keynes, Mark Wells], The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010)

King Edward I Plantagenet [Stephen Dillane], Outlaw King (2018)

King Edward III Plantagenet [Blake Ritson], A World Without End (2012)

King Edward IV Platagenet [Max Irons], The White Queen (2013)

Edward, the Black Prince [James Purefoy], A Knight’s Tale (2001)

Edward Seymour, Earl of Hertford [Claude Rains], The Prince and the Pauper (1937)

Elendil [Lloyd Owen], The Rings of Power (2022-)

Elrond Half-elven [Hugo Weaving], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Elrond Half-elven [Robert Aramayo], The Rings of Power (2022-)

Sir Elyan [Adetomiwa Edun], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012)

Éomer, Son of Éomund [Karl Urban], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Erik Thurgilson [Christian Hillborg], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)

Étienne de Navarre [Rutger Hauer], Ladyhawke (1985)

Faramir, Son of Denethor [David Wenham], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Fezzik [André the Giant], The Princess Bride (1987)

Fili [Dean O’Gorman], The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014)

Finan [Mark Rowley], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)

Fjölnir [Claes Bang], The Northman (2022)

Forge Fitzwilliam [Hugh Grant], Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

Francesco de Pazzi [Matteo Martari], Medici (2016-2019)

Francois Villon [Ronald Colman], If I Were King (1938)

Frodo Baggins [Elijah Wood], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Sir Galahad [Michael Palin], Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

Galavant [Joshua Sasse], Galavant (2015-2016)

Galessin, Duke of Orkney [Alexis Hénon], Kaamelott (2004-2009)

Gandalf [Ian McKellan], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Gawain [Dev Patel], The Green Knight (2021)

Gendry Waters [Joe Dempsie], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Geoffrey Chaucer [Pier Paolo Pasolini], The Canterbury Tales (1972)

Geoffrey Chaucer [Paul Bettany], A Knight’s Tale (2001)

George Plantagenet, Duke of Clarence [David Oakes], The White Queen (2013)

Geralt z Rivii [Michał Żebrowski], Wiedźmin {The Witcher} (2002)

Geralt of Rivia [Henry Cavill], The Witcher (2019-)

Gest [Jakob Þór Einarsson], Hrafninn flýgur {When the Raven Flies}(1984)

Gimli, Son of Gloin [John Rhys-Davies], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Giuliano de Medici [Bradley James], Medici (2016-2019)

Glenstorm [Cornell John], The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (2008)

Prince Graydon Hastur [Tony Revolori], Willow (2022)

Gríma Wormtongue [Brad Dourif], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Gu Tingye [Feng Shaofeng], The Story of Minglan (2018)

Guildenstern [Tim Roth], Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990)

Gündoğdu Bey [Kaan Taşaner], Diriliş: Ertuğrul {Resurrection: Ertuğrul} (2014-2019)

Sir Guy of Gisbourne [Basil Rathbone], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Sir Guy of Gisburne [Robert Addie], Robin of Sherwood (1984-1986)

Sir Guy of Gisborne [Michael Wincott], Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991)

Sir Guy of Gisborne [Richard Armitage], BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009)

Sir Gwaine [Eoin Macken], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012)

Haldir of Lothόrien [Craig Parker], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Prince Hamlet [Laurence Olivier], Hamlet (1948)

Prince Hamlet [Christopher Plummer], Hamlet at Elsinore (1964)

Hamlet [Iain Glen], Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990)

Lord Harekr [Bradley James], Vikings: Valhalla (2022-)

King Henry II Plantagenet [Peter O’Toole], Becket (1964)

King Henry II Plantagenet [Peter O’Toole], The Lion in Winter (1968)

King Henry V Plantagenet [Laurence Olivier], Henry V (1944)

King Henry V Plantagenet [Kenneth Branagh], Henry V (1989)

King Henry V Plantagenet [Tom Hiddleston], The Hollow Crown (2012-2016)

Henry VII Tudor [Luke Treadaway], The Hollow Crown (2012-2016)

King Henry VIII [Ray Winstone], Henry VIII (2003)

Prince Henry [Dougray Scott], Ever After (1998)

Hubert Hawkins [Danny Kaye], The Court Jester (1955)

Hugh Beringar [Sean Pertwee], Cadfael (1994-1998)

Prince Humperdink [Chris Sarandon], The Princess Bride (1987)

Inigo Montoya [Mandy Patinkin], The Princess Bride (1987)

Isildur, Son of Elendil [Maxim Baldry], The Rings of Power (2022-)

Ivanhoe [Anthony Andrews], Ivanhoe (1982)

Ivar the Boneless [Alex Høgh Andersen], Vikings (2013-2020)

Jacques le Gris [Adam Driver], The Last Duel (2021)

Jack [Tom Cruise], Legend (1985)

Jafar [Marwan Kenzari], Aladdin (2019)

Ser Jaime Lannister [Nikolaj Coster-Waldau], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

James Douglas [Aaron Taylor Johnson], Outlaw King (2018)

Jareth, the Goblin King [David Bowie], Labyrinth (1986)

Jaskier [Joey Batey], The Witcher (2019-)

Prince Jingim [Remy Hii], Marco Polo (2014)

Little John [Nicol Williamson], Robin and Marian (1976)

Little John [Eric Allan Kramer], Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993)

Prince John [Claude Rains], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Prince John [Richard Lewis], Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993)

Prince John [Oscar Isaac], Robin Hood (2010)

Jon Snow [Kit Harrington], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Ser Jorah Mormont [Iain Glen], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Kai [Michael Gothard], Arthur of the Britons (1972, 1973)

Kili [Aiden Turner], The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014)

The Kurgan [Clancy Brown], Highlander (1986)

al’Lan Mandragoran [Daniel Henney], The Wheel of Time (2022)

Sir Lancelot [Luc Simon], Lancelot du Lac (1974)

Sir Lancelot [Nicholas Clay], Excalibur (1981)

Sir Lancelot [Richard Gere], First Knight (1995)

Sir Lancelot [Santiago Cabrera], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012)

Legolas Greenleaf [Orlando Bloom], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Leofric [Adrian Bower], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)

Sir Leon [Rupert Young], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012)

Lin Shu [Hu Ge], Nirvana in Fire {Lángyá Bǎng} (2015)

Loial [Hammed Animashaun], The Wheel of Time (2022-)

Lurtz [Lawrence Makoare], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Madmartigan [Val Kilmer], Willow (1988)

Le Maître d'Armes (the fencing master) [Christian Bujeau], Kaamelott (2005-2009)

“Man With Snake” [Barry John Clarke], Edward II (1991)

King Mark of Cornwall [Rufus Sewell], Tristan & Isolde (2006)

Martin [Rutger Hauer], Flesh + Blood (1985)

Massetto [Dave Franco], The Little Hours (2017)

Matrim “Mat” Cauthon [Donal Finn], The Wheel of Time (2022)

“The Mayor of Hamelin” [Claude Rains], The Pied Piper of Hamelin (1957)

Mehmed II [Cem Yiğit Üzümoğlu], Rise of Empires: Ottoman (2020-2022)

Meriadoc “Merry” Brandybuck [Dominic Monaghan], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Merlin [Nicol Williamson], Excalibur (1981)

Merlin [Sam Niell], Merlin (1998)

Merlin [Colin Morgan], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012)

Mikoláš Kozlík [František Velecký], Marketa Lazarová (1967)

Miles Hendon [Errol Flynn], The Prince and the Pauper (1937)

Mordred [Jason Done], Merlin (1998)

Much [Sam Troughton], BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009)

Murtagh Morzansson [Garrett Hedlund], Eragon (2002)

The Mute [Jon Bernthal], Pilgrimage (2017)

Nasir [Mark Ryan], Robin of Sherwood (1984-1986)

Niankoro [Issiaka Kane], Yeelen (1987)

Niccoló Machiavelli [Julian Bleach], The Borgias (2011-2013)

Niccoló Machiavelli [Thibaut Evrard], Borgia (2011-2014)

Nicodemus Ravens [Jakob Oftebro], Skammerens Datter {The Shamer's Daughter} (2015)

Prince Oberyn Martell [Pedro Pascal], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Odda the Elder [Simon Kunz], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)

“One-Eye” [Mads Mikkelsen], Valhalla Rising (2009)

Osferth [Ewan Mitchell], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)

Sir Percival [Tom Hopper], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012)

Peregrin “Pippin” Took [Billy Boyd], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Pero Tovar [Pedro Pascal], The Great Wall (2016)

Perrin Aybara [Marcus Rutherford], The Wheel of Time (2022-)

Petyr “Littlefinger” Baelish [Aiden Gillen], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

High King Peter the Magnificent [William Moseley, Noah Huntley], The Chronicles of Narnia (2005-2010)

Philip II [Timothy Dalton], The Lion in Winter (1968)

Phillippe Gaston [Matthew Broderick], Ladyhawke (1985)

“The Player” [Richard Dreyfuss], Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (1990)

Podrick Payne [Daniel Portman], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Prince Prospero [Vincent Price], The Masque of the Red Death (1964)

Ragnar Lothbrok [Travis Fimmel], Vikings (2013-2020)

Ramsay Bolton [Iwan Rheon], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Rand al’Thor [Josha Stradowski], The Wheel of Time (2022-)

Ravenhurst [Basil Rathbone], The Court Jester (1955)

“The Red Death” [John Westbrook], The Masque of the Red Death (1964)

Renly Baratheon [Gethin Anthony], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Richard Cypher [Craig Horner], Legend of the Seeker (2008-2010)

King Richard [Timothy Omundson], Galavant (2015-2016)

Richard II Plantagenet [Ben Whishaw], The Hollow Crown (2012-2016)

Richard III Plantagenet [Aneurin Barnard], The White Queen (2013)

King Richard III Plantagenet [Benedict Cumberbatch], The Hollow Crown (2012-2016)

King Richard IV [Brian Blessed], The Black Adder (1982)

Rilk [Jesse Lee Keeter] JourneyQuest (2010)

Robert of Artois [Jean Piat], The Accursed Kings (1972)

Robert of Huntingdon [Jason Connery], Robin of Sherwood (1984)

Robert the Bruce [Chris Pine], Outlaw King (2018)

Robin Hood [Errol Flynn], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Robin Hood [Richard Todd], The Story of Robin Hood and His Merrie Men (1952)

Robin Hood [Sean Connery], Robin and Marian (1976)

Robin Hood [Michael Praed], Robin of Sherwood (1984)

Robin Hood [Kevin Costner], Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991)

Robin Hood [Cary Elwes], Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993)

Robin Hood [Jonas Armstrong], BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009)

Robin Hood [Tom Riley], Doctor Who: “The Robot of Sherwood” (2014)

Robin Longstride [Russell Crowe], Robin Hood (2010)

Rodrigo Borgia [Jeremy Irons], The Borgias (2011-2013)

Rollo [Clive Standen], Vikings (2013-2020)

Roose Bolton [Michael McElhatton], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Rosencrantz [Gary Oldman], Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990)

Count Rugen [Christopher Guest], The Princess Bride (1987)

Saburo Naotora Ichimonji [Ryu Daisuke], Ran (1985)

Saladin [Milind Soman], Arn: The Knight Templar (2007), Arn: The Kingdom at Road’s End (2008)

Samwise Gamgee [Sean Astin], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Sandor Clegane [Rory McCann], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Saruman [Christopher Lee], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Stannis Baratheon [Stephen Dillane], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Tajomaru [Toshiro Mifune], Rashomon (1950)

“The Sherriff of Nottingham” [Alan Wheatley], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1955-1959)

“The Sherriff of Nottingham” [Peter Cushing], The Sword of Sherwood Forest (1960)

“The Sherriff of Nottingham” [Alan Rickman], Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991)

“The Sherriff of Rottingham” [Roger Rees], Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993)

Sid [Luke Youngblood], Galavant (2015-2016)

Sihtric Kjartansson [Arnas Fedaravicius], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)

Simon Aumar [Justice Smith], Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

Steapa [Adrian Bouchet], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)

Syrio Forel [Miltos Yerolemou], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

“Taunting French Guard” [John Cleese], Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

Theoden, Son of Thengel [Bernard Hill], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Thierry de Janville [Jean-Claude Drouot], Thierry la Fronde (1963-1966)

Thomas Becket [Richard Burton], Becket (1964)

Thomas Cromwell [Mark Rylance], Wolf Hall (2015-2024)

Sir Thomas Gray [Nigel Terry], Covington Cross (1992)

Thorin Oakenshield [Richard Armitage], The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014)

Thranduil, The Elvenking [Lee Pace], The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014)

Thraxus Boorman [Amar Chadha-Patel], Willow (2022)

Tom Builder [Rufus Sewell], The Pillars of the Earth (2010)

Tormund Giantsbane [Kristofer Hivju], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Sir Tristan [Kingsley Ben-Adir], King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)

Trumpkin [Peter Dinklage], The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (2008)

Mr. Tumnus [James McAvoy], The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (2005)

Turgut Alp [Cengiz Coşkun], Diriliş: Ertuğrul (2014-2019)

Tyrion Lannister [Peter Dinklage], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Lord Tywin Lannister [Charles Dance], Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Ubbe [Jordan Patrick Smith], Vikings (2013-2020)

Uglúk [Nathaniel Lees], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Uhtred of Bebbanburgh [Alexander Dreymon], The Last Kingdom (2015-2022)

Ulrich von Jungingen [Stanislaw Jasiukiewicz], Knights of the Teutonic Order (1960)

“Unnamed Elf Escort” [Bret McKenzie], The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Uther Pendragon [Gabriel Byrne], Excalibur (1981)

Uther Pendragon [Anthony Stewart Head], BBC’s Merlin (2008-2012)

Vaisey, Sheriff of Nottingham [Keith Allen], BBC’s Robin Hood (2006-2009)

Vlad III Dracula [Luke Evans], Dracula Untold (2014)

King Vortigen [Jude Law], King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)

Wat [Alan Tudyk], A Knight’s Tale (2001)

Wen Kexing [Gong Jun], Word of Honor (2021)

Westley [Cary Elwes], The Princess Bride (1987)

Wil Ohmsford [Austin Butler], The Shannara Chronicles (2016)

William Wallace [Mel Gibson], Braveheart (1995)

Will Scarlet O’Hara [Matthew Porretta], Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993)

Will Scarlett [Patrick Knowles], The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Will Scarlett [Christian Slater], Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991)

Will Scarlett [Harry Lloyd], BBC’s Robin Hood, (2006-2009)

William Thatcher [Heath Ledger], A Knight’s Tale (2001)

Willow Ufgood [Warwick Davis], Willow (2022)

Xenk Yendar [Regé-Jean Page], Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

Zbyszko z Bogdanca [Mieczyslaw Kalenik], Knights of the Teutonic Order (1960)

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Summary: A new romantic prospect puts things into perspective in the best and worst ways possible.

Pairing: Lando Norris x OC (Cara)

Warnings: Angst, some smut and fluff

Masterlist

CHAPTER 7

The following morning, Lando made sure he was back on the couch before anyone woke up. As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, he slipped out from under the covers with painstaking care, ensuring he didn’t disturb Cara’s peaceful slumber. He paused for a moment, looking down at her serene face, a soft smile playing on his lips as he brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. The tender warmth in his chest was undeniable, a gentle reminder of the night they had shared.

But as much as he wanted to bask in the glow of these newfound feelings, reality beckoned with its harsh reminders. He quietly closed the door behind him, padding down the hallway with the stealth of a thief. Easing himself back onto the couch, he pulled a blanket over his shoulders, the remnants of the night still clinging to him like a fragile dream.

It wasn’t that he wanted to hide his feelings for Cara; in fact, the thought of being open about their connection filled him with a mix of excitement and anticipation. But the situation with Maya complicated everything. He didn’t want anyone to think poorly of Cara or himself, knowing how judgement could spread like wildfire in the Formula 1 world. His entanglement with Maya was a lingering shadow, one that cast doubts and uncertainties over the purity of his feelings for Cara.

Lando knew he needed to end things with Maya as soon as possible. But now, with the clarity brought on by his feelings for Cara, he realised that prolonging the inevitable was unfair to everyone involved. Maya deserved the truth, and Cara deserved his full, undivided heart—untainted by lingering ties to the past.

When Cara exited the bedroom later that morning, she tried her best to avoid his eyes, but it was a losing battle. Every time she glanced up, she found his gaze fixed on her, his eyes filled with a mixture of warmth and contemplation. It was as if he were studying her, committing every detail to memory, admiring her in a way that made her heart flutter and her stomach twist with guilt.

The memories of the night before surged through her, a cascade of emotions that left her breathless. She remembered the softness of his touch, the tenderness of his kiss, the way he had looked at her as if she were the only person in the world. But with those memories came the heavy weight of guilt, an insistent reminder of the reality they were now forced to confront.

Lando had a girlfriend. The thought gnawed at her, each repetition like a stone dropped into the still waters of her conscience, creating ripples that spread outward, disturbing her peace. Why had she let him kiss her? She should have stopped him, should have reminded him of his commitment to Maya. Instead, she had given in to the moment, to the feelings that had been building between them for so long.

Later that morning, the group made their way down to the harbour in two groups. Cara, seeking to put some distance between herself and Lando, chose to travel with Max and Pietra. As they made their way down the sunlit streets, the air filled with the scent of saltwater and the distant cries of seagulls, she tried to focus on the lively conversation around her, though her thoughts kept drifting back to the earlier conversation with Lando.

Upon reaching the harbour, the group reconvened and boarded a sleek yacht, its pristine deck gleaming in the morning sun. The excitement of the impending adventure seemed to buoy everyone’s spirits, filling the air with a contagious energy. Cara busied herself with the preparations, helping to unpack the food they had packed the day before ensuring everything was in order for the day ahead.

As she moved about the deck, she couldn't help but steal glances at Lando. He was with Max and Brandon, his laughter carrying over the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull. Despite the physical distance, the memory of their night together and the promise of what lay ahead lingered in her mind.

Just as she was starting to feel a bit more settled, a distant squeal echoed down the boardwalk. She turned towards the sound, her curiosity piqued. She placed the items in her hands down and went down the steps to see what was happening, with Lando hot on her heels to do the same.

“Is that Maya?” Cara asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

Lando's eyes widened in realisation. Clearly, he had forgotten he invited his girlfriend along for the day. He glanced at Cara, his expression a mix of guilt and panic.

“I... I didn't think she was actually coming,” he stammered. Cara turned to look at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and confusion.

Cara's heart ached with the complexity of the situation. She didn't want to cause a scene or make things more difficult for Lando, but she also couldn't ignore the uncomfortable reality they now faced. She turned to walk away, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on her shoulders.

“Cara,” Lando began, grabbing her hand to stop her.

“Go greet your girlfriend, Lan,” Cara whispered, her voice tight with emotion as she pulled her hand out of Lando’s grasp.

He watched her ascend to the upper deck, each step feeling like a widening chasm between them. His heart ached with the realisation of how complicated things had become, his gaze lingering on her until she disappeared from view. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the impending interaction.

“You didn’t forget me, did you?” Maya's teasing voice cut through his thoughts as she reached him. Lando forced a smile, though it felt strained.

“How could we forget the belle of the ball?” Max countered, his voice carrying a teasing tone as he made his way around Lando, carrying Pietra’s bag and towel from the car.

“Aw, I see Max missed me last night. I hope I can say the same about you?” Maya diverted the attention back to Lando, her playful smile masking the tension that simmered beneath the surface. “Did you at least have a good time?”

“It wasn’t bad,” Lando countered, his response carefully measured as he caught a glimpse of Cara making her way towards the front end of the boat with Flo in tow.

His eyes followed her, a pang of guilt tugging at his heart. He wanted to try and explain everything, but now wasn’t the time. As everyone settled in for the day ahead, Lando couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. He stole glances at Cara whenever he could, each one a silent plea for understanding. But she seemed distant, her attention focused elsewhere, and he couldn’t blame her.

Finding a restroom on such a large yacht should not have been difficult, but Cara was finding it frustrating that every door seemed to lead to something aside from a bathroom where she could peacefully relieve herself. She had been high on sun and sea, the sand still clinging dryly to her skin as she moved around the interior of the yacht.

Her frustration grew with each wrong turn, each dead end, until finally, she stumbled upon a small hallway that seemed promising. With a sigh of relief, she pushed open the door at the end of the hallway, expecting to find the sanctuary she so desperately needed.

“Looking for something?” Maya's voice cut through the air, catching Cara just as she was about to open a door without knocking.

“Just the restroom,” Cara explained, trying to keep her tone casual despite the tension simmering beneath the surface.

“It’s not in there,” Maya retorted with a smirk. “Unless you want to see a naked Lando.”

Cara froze, her heart pounding in her chest as Maya's words hit her like a punch to the gut. The comment, unfounded and clearly meant to rile her up, was enough to leave Cara feeling blindsided and off-balance.

For a brief moment, doubt clouded Cara's mind as she tried to process Maya's words. Had Lando been intentionally avoiding her? Was he truly spending intimate time alone with Maya? The thought sent a surge of anger coursing through her veins, but she pushed it aside, refusing to let Maya's taunts get to her.

“I suggest you keep yourself far away from Lando,” Maya warned her. “He may be nice enough to keep you around, but it won’t be forever.”

Cara felt a surge of frustration and indignation at Maya's warning, but she knew better than to engage in a confrontation. With a tight-lipped smile, she nodded in response, refusing to dignify Maya's words with a response.

Cara spun on her heel, her jaw clenched in frustration. The weight of Maya's warning lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of the complexities of the situation she found herself in.

But Cara refused to let Maya's intimidation tactics deter her. With determination burning in her veins, she continued her search for the bathroom, her steps purposeful and resolute. She wouldn't allow herself to be intimidated or manipulated, not by Maya or anyone else.

As she moved through the yacht, her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, frustration, and confusion mingled with a steely resolve. She knew she couldn't let Maya's threats dictate her actions. She would confront Lando, demand answers, and assert her place in his life on her own terms.

“I have to wonder sometimes if you pretend to be daft or if you actually are,” Max's voice echoed from behind Maya as he appeared from one of the rooms, having changed into dry clothes. Maya turned, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

“I'm sorry?” she asked, taken aback by Max's sudden assertiveness.

“Do you not realise that your future with Lando rests entirely in Cara's hands?” Max continued, his tone firm. “If there's one person's opinion he will always take into account, it's hers. If she doesn't like you and tells him as much, you can kiss all of this goodbye.”

Maya's eyes widened in realisation, the implications of Max's words sinking in. She had never considered the impact Cara could have on her relationship with Lando, but now it was all too clear. The thought sent a chill down her spine, a sudden wave of uncertainty washing over her.

“Now, let me say this to you again,” Max's voice was laced with steel, his gaze unwavering. “Be horrible to her one more time, and I will make your life hell.”

Maya swallowed hard, the threat hanging in the air like a dark cloud. She had underestimated Max, and had thought she could push Cara around without consequences. But now she saw the error of her ways, and the realisation left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

For a moment, Maya was speechless, the weight of Max's words bearing down on her. She glanced around, searching for a response, but found none. In that moment, she knew she had crossed a line, and the consequences of her actions were now staring her in the face.

With a silent nod, Maya swallowed her pride and took a step back, a newfound respect for Max and the power he wielded evident in her eyes. She may have underestimated him before, but she wouldn't make that mistake again.

When Cara finally emerged from her lengthy restroom search, she felt a mix of relief and frustration. The encounter with Maya still weighed heavily on her mind, leaving her feeling unsettled and off-balance. As she made her way back through the yacht, her thoughts consumed by the tension between herself, Lando, and Maya, she collided with someone, nearly stumbling backward.

“Sorry,” a familiar voice said, and Cara looked up to find Lando standing before her, slightly damp from an earlier swim.

Her heart sank at the sight of him, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. Despite her best efforts to push aside her insecurities, she couldn't shake the image of him with Maya, laughing and smiling as if she didn't exist. Cara forced a smile, her voice strained.

“No, it's okay,” she replied, her words lacking the warmth she usually reserved for Lando. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze, afraid of what she might see reflected in his eyes. Lando's brow furrowed in concern as he studied her, sensing her unease.

“You OK?” Lando asked, his hands reaching out to gently rest on Cara's shoulders.

Cara stiffened at his touch, the warmth of his hands a stark reminder of the complicated emotions swirling inside her. She took a step back, shrugging off his touch with a forced smile.

“I'm fine,” she replied, her voice tight with tension.

Lando's brow furrowed in concern as he watched her retreat, a knot of worry forming in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to reach out to her, to ask her what was wrong and how he could help, but something in her demeanour told him to give her space.

With a heavy sigh, Lando watched as Cara stalked off, her figure disappearing into the crowd. He felt a pang of guilt gnawing at his conscience, knowing that whatever was bothering her, he played a part in it. A few seconds later, Max walked past, his expression grumpy from his encounter with Maya.

“Max, wait,” Lando called out, jogging to catch up with his friend. “Is everything alright?”

Max glanced at him, his expression guarded.

“Just peachy,” he replied tersely, though the tightness in his voice betrayed his true feelings.

“Why is everyone so grumpy all of a sudden?” Lando asked Max, concern etched into his features.

“If you’re referring to Cara, she has every right to be,” Max countered, his tone tinged with frustration. Lando's brow furrowed in confusion.

“What happened?” Lando quickly asked, his heart sinking at the thought that Maya might be the cause of Cara's distress. Max hesitated for a moment, his expression conflicted. But then the words spilled out before he could stop them.

“Your girlfriend is making her miserable,” he admitted, his voice heavy with regret.

“Maya is not my girlfriend,” Lando grumbled, his frustration evident in his tone as he tried to clarify the situation.

“Excuse me?” Maya exclaimed, her voice sharp with disbelief as she turned the corner, only catching the part of the conversation that she wanted to hear. “So, I’m not your girlfriend, then?”

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to navigate the sudden confrontation.

“I told you I didn’t want to be in a relationship,” he reminded her, his words firm but tinged with regret.

And then, as if on cue, everyone seemed to be standing on the same deck, listening to the exchange with varying degrees of surprise and curiosity. Max and Pietra exchanged a knowing glance, the tension in the air palpable as they watched the scene unfold before them. They had suspected there was more to Lando and Maya's relationship than met the eye, but now it seemed the truth was coming to light. Maya's face flushed with embarrassment and anger, her eyes flashing with indignation.

“You led me on,” she accused, her voice trembling with emotion. Lando's jaw tightened, his own frustration rising to the surface.

“I never meant to,” he insisted, his tone defensive.

As the tension in the air thickened, Cara felt a surge of empathy for Maya, despite everything that had transpired between them. She could see the hurt in Maya's eyes, the betrayal etched into her features, and it struck a chord within her.

But before anyone could say another word, the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Flo appeared, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern as she took in the scene before her.

“You’re disgusting, Lan,” Maya whined, her voice tinged with hurt as she shoved his shoulder, the frustration of rejection bubbling to the surface.

For a second, Cara took a step closer, almost instinctively wanting to protect Lando from Maya's anger. But she hesitated, uncertain of her place in the unfolding drama.

“You agreed it would only be a friends with benefits thing,” Lando continued, his tone defensive as he tried to defend his actions. Maya's face twisted in disbelief, her eyes flashing with anger.

“That doesn't give you the right to treat me like this,” she shot back, her voice trembling with emotion. As the tension between them escalated, Max stepped forward, his expression stern as he intervened.

“I don’t think this conversation is meant for everyone,” he interjected, his tone firm as he turned Lando slightly so he could see Cara standing not far behind him.

Lando's heart sank as he followed Max's gaze, catching sight of Cara standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, her expression unreadable. He felt a pang of guilt gnawing at his conscience, knowing that he had hurt her by getting involved with Maya in the first place.

Cara's eyes met Lando's for a fleeting moment, a silent exchange passing between them that spoke volumes. She could see the remorse in his eyes, the regret etched into his features, and it stirred something within her.

As everyone separated to allow Lando and Maya to continue their heated conversation, Cara felt a heavy weight settle in her chest. The atmosphere had been spoiled, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Awkwardness hung in the air as they waited for Lando and Maya to return to the upper deck.

After what felt like an eternity, Cara made the call to end the day early for everyone. It was clear that the outing had taken a turn for the worse, and she didn't want to prolong the discomfort any further. With a heavy heart, she approached the captain and asked him to take the yacht back to the harbour.

Ten minutes later, the yacht was docked, and the group began to disembark. Max and Pietra were the first off, their expressions solemn as they exchanged glances. Flo and Brandon followed, their steps hesitant as they made their way onto solid ground.

Cara hesitated for a moment, lingering on the deck as she recalled Lando and Maya's tense exchange. She wanted to stay and make sure everything was resolved, but she knew it was best to give them space to work things out on their own.

Finally, she turned and made her way down to the cars, her heart heavy with disappointment. This was not how she had envisioned their day ending, and she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air.

As they reached the cars, Lando jogged up to them, his expression troubled with Maya nowhere in sight. Cara's heart clenched at the sight of him, knowing that he was suffering the most out of everyone involved.

“Flo, Brandon, can you drive back with Max?” Lando asked, his breaths coming out in short gasps, the urgency evident in his tone.

“What about Cara?” Flo asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“She’s driving back with me,” he informed them, his voice tinged with determination. Lando’s gaze flickered to Cara, who was slowly making her way towards his Jolly.

As Flo and Brandon exchanged a puzzled glance, they nodded in understanding and made their way over to Max's car. Lando watched them go, his mind racing with thoughts of what he needed to say to Cara.

Once they were alone in the car, Lando drove in silence for a few minutes, the tension between them palpable. Finally, he pulled over to the side of the road, causing Cara to look at him with confusion.

“What did she say?” Lando asked abruptly, his voice tense as he turned to face her. Cara blinked in surprise, taken aback by the sudden question.

“What?” she asked, her confusion evident in her tone. She couldn't understand why Lando was bringing up Maya now, especially after everything that had happened on the yacht.

“Maya. What did she say to you before I bumped into you earlier?” Lando clarified, his tone urgent as he searched Cara's eyes for answers. Cara hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to recall the exchange.

“I was looking for a bathroom,” she began slowly, her brow furrowing in concentration. “And she stopped me, saying I shouldn’t open that specific door unless I wanted to see you… naked.”

Lando's jaw tightened at Maya's words, a mixture of frustration and anger simmering beneath the surface. He couldn't believe Maya would stoop so low as to make such a crude remark to Cara

“So, that’s why you were so mad when you bumped into me?” Lando wondered, his voice tinged with understanding as he processed Cara's confession. Cara hesitated again, her gaze dropping to her lap as she struggled to put her feelings into words.

“I realised I couldn’t have you, not the way she could,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper as it faded into the breeze, making it difficult for Lando to hear her. “A kiss and a few cuddles mean nothing in comparison to what she has with you.”

Lando's heart clenched at Cara's words, the weight of her confession settling heavily on his shoulders. He wanted to reach out to her, to reassure her that she meant more to him than she realised, but he knew that words alone wouldn't be enough to ease her pain.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Lando argued, his tone firm as he started the car again. He refused to let Cara believe that she wasn’t important to him.

The rest of the day passed in silence between Lando and Cara. They moved about the apartment, each lost in their own thoughts, the weight of their unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air.

Lando busied himself in the simulator room with Max and Brandon, throwing himself into the familiar routine of testing and tweaking, the hum of the machines providing a welcome distraction from the turmoil churning inside him.

Meanwhile, Cara retreated to the terrace, seeking solace in the pages of a book as she tried to drown out the tumultuous thoughts racing through her mind. The warm breeze brushed against her skin, carrying with it the faint scent of the sea, but even the tranquil setting couldn't soothe the ache in her heart.

As evening approached, they found themselves in the kitchen, a space that had once been filled with laughter and camaraderie now steeped in silence. They moved around each other with a practised efficiency, their movements synchronised yet devoid of their usual warmth.

Even as they prepared dinner together, the air between them remained heavy with unspoken words. They exchanged only a few terse sentences, their voices strained as they focused on the task at hand, the clatter of pots and pans echoing through the room in stark contrast to the silence that enveloped them.

As the lights flickered and went out throughout the apartment, plunging the space into darkness, Cara found herself once again on the couch, the events of the day weighing heavily on her mind. She knew sleep would elude her tonight, her thoughts swirling and tumbling like the restless waves outside.

With a heavy sigh, she pulled the blanket up under her chin, seeking solace in the comforting warmth it provided. But even as she stared out at the twinkling lights of Monte Carlo, her mind continued to race, the events of the day replaying over and over in her mind like a broken record.

She couldn't take it anymore. The silence was suffocating, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her chest like a leaden weight. With a determined resolve, she got up from the couch, the blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders, and made her way to his bedroom door.

She didn't bother knocking. Instead, she pushed the door open softly, her heart pounding in her chest as she peered into the dimly lit room. She found him sitting on the bed, bathed in the soft glow of his phone screen, his face illuminated by the flickering light.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice barely audible above the hum of the night.

“Hey,” she whispered back, her voice barely a whisper as she stepped into the room, the blanket trailing behind her like a protective shield against the darkness.

As Cara shut the door behind her and approached the bed, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped her, offering a small measure of comfort in the darkness.

With a sigh, she let the blanket fall to the floor, the weight of the day finally catching up to her as she crawled beneath the covers. She didn't speak, didn't offer any explanation for her sudden appearance. Instead, she simply pulled the covers closer to her chest and stared up at the ceiling, lost in her own thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” Lando's voice broke the silence, his concern evident in the gentle tone of his voice. But Cara remained silent, her mind a jumble of conflicting emotions.

Unsure of what to make of her silence, Lando set his phone aside and turned to face her, his brow furrowed in concern. He reached out to gently brush his thumb across her jawline, his touch light and tentative.

"Cara," he implored softly, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and confusion. He searched her face for any sign of what was troubling her, the night light casting a soft glow across her features.

Cara turned to look at him, her eyes reflecting the faint light as she met his gaze. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of their unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air.

“Your couch isn't very comfortable to sleep on,” Cara stated, her voice soft as she avoided meeting his gaze. Lando knew she was lying; they both knew that wasn't the reason she had sought refuge in his bed again. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind me crashing here again?”

“Of course,” Lando nodded, his heart aching at the sadness he saw in her eyes. He sat up, his upper body exposed without a shirt, as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, giving her space to make herself comfortable.

Cara shifted beneath the covers, her gaze fixed on a spot on the wall as she hugged her arms to her chest.

“You can stay,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Lando hesitated, his heart torn between the desire to comfort her and the fear of crossing a line.

“Wouldn't that be a bad idea?” he countered, his tone mirroring the sentiment she had expressed just a few days prior. He stood up and began to search for a shirt to wear, hoping to break the tension that hung heavy in the air between them.

“Lan,” she called out to him, her voice tinged with urgency as she sat up, her heart pounding in her chest. Lando paused, his hand hovering over the shirt he had been about to put on.

“'ll take the couch tonight,” he informed her, his tone final as he avoided meeting her gaze.

“Lan,” she called out again, frustration creeping into her voice as he refused to acknowledge her.

Growing increasingly infuriated by his lack of response, Cara threw back the covers and got out of the bed, determination burning bright in her eyes as she approached him.

“Cara,” he mumbled when she grabbed his hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. But she didn't release her grip, her eyes searching his face for any sign of understanding.

“Don't sleep on the couch,” she insisted, her voice laced with a deeper motive. “Please, stay with me.”

As Cara's words sank in, Lando felt the last remnants of his resolve slip away. With a sudden surge of emotion, he let go of the shirt in his hand, letting it fall forgotten to the floor, as he closed the distance between them in a single stride. Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, a collision of longing and desire that ignited a fire between them. In that moment, everything else faded away, the weight of the world lifted from their shoulders as they surrendered to the undeniable pull between them.

With an urgency born of years of pent-up emotion, Lando scooped Cara into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around him as he carried her back to the bed. They tumbled onto the soft mattress, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs as they lost themselves in each other.

In that moment, there were no words, no barriers between them. There was only the heat of their bodies pressed together, the rhythm of their breaths mingling in the air as they surrendered to the passion that consumed them.

As their kiss deepened, Lando couldn't suppress the primal groan that escaped his lips, the sensation of Cara's tongue intertwining with his igniting a fierce hunger within him. He felt himself growing hard in his boxers, the desire coursing through him like a wildfire.

His hands roamed eagerly under her shirt, tracing the curves of her waist with a feverish intensity. The feel of her soft skin beneath his fingertips sent shivers of pleasure racing down his spine, igniting a primal need that threatened to consume him.

Meanwhile, Cara's hands remained tangled in his hair, her touch both tender and possessive as she urged him closer, her nails digging into his scalp with a delicious urgency. But then, driven by an overwhelming desire to feel him closer, her hands moved down to grip onto him, pulling him impossibly closer until there was no space left between them.

Lando paused for a moment, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath after the unexpected surge of passion. He studied Cara's flushed face and swollen lips, the desire reflected in her eyes mirroring his own.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked her, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Cara's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to find the words to express the depth of her desire.

“No,” she managed to stutter, her voice barely above a whisper as she met his gaze with unwavering intensity. “Do you?”

Lando's heart skipped a beat at her response, a surge of relief flooding through him at her affirmation.

“No,” he agreed, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and determination as he closed the distance between them once again, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

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zaceouiswriting · 2 months ago

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Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.35

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: A pushing building

From now on, I will only include GIFs of the boys who appear in the chapter. However, if none of them appear in a chapter, I randomly choose one of the boys and insert his GIF. But don't worry, I will add a warning that the character does not appear in this chapter.

(Brandon)

(Sky)

(Riven)

Tears fill my eyes as disbelief overshadows most of my thoughts. How can this be? Is fate truly this cruel?

"I didn't mean to upset you!" the guy I now know as Brandon interjects. He's holding his hands up defensively, and his eyes are still cloudy, so I'm guessing he's still not in his right mind after all this.

The reminder that it's not him but only Brandon brings me back to my senses. "Stone armor!" I mutter through gritted teeth. In an instant, my entire right arm is covered in thick stone, almost looking like plate armor. Without hesitation, I pull my arm back and hit Brandon before he can realize what I'm doing.

With a loud bang followed by a thud, he lands on the floor, unconscious, or so I hope. I really don't need a murder investigation right now. So I conjure the armor away and crouch down to his side to feel for a pulse. To my relief, there is one; it's faint, but it is there. To make sure that nothing too serious had happened to him, I also examined his head for injuries, and to my delight, I found none.

“Man, your head is harder than rock,” I mutter, chuckling, “What a waste!”

As I stand back up, the situation really dawns on me. How, in the name of the old ones, do I get him out of this small room without attracting too much attention? Dragging him across the floor like a sack doesn't feel right, but the thought alone still brings a brief grin to my lips. But the further image of someone running into me from behind and undoubtedly making a problem out of the situation immediately makes my smile disappear.

What would I say if that happened? 'Yeah, man, I was just taking him for a walk,' like an animal, or 'He just drank too much,' which wouldn't be a complete lie, but I can't even say what he drank. But I already know that I'm going to make sure he never gets his greedy, big, strong, imposing... Where was I? Oh yes, I have to prevent him from getting his greedy little grabbles on the alcohol that he had undoubtedly consumed in abundance.

I sigh and curse myself for getting into all sorts of strange situations. Why is it always me? Do the Leviathans despise me this much? And yet, with another heavy sigh, I surrender to the situation and accept it.

"You're lucky I'm not as bad a person as your entire group of friends seems to be," I mutter in exasperation, fully aware that he cannot hear me in the deep worlds of his surely despicable dreams, and I can only hope that I would not be in them.

I quickly crouch down and try to pull on his arms and legs, but immediately have trouble moving him.

"Shit, you're heavy!" Grumbling, I couldn't believe this. "What are you eating, man? If your body didn't look like a fucking statue, I'd put you on a damn diet! Where the fuck are you hiding all that weight?" I curse under my breath like a battle-hardened soldier.

I try to lift him from different directions, but it takes a bit until I finally get a better grip. After this, it becomes much easier. Even though it's heavy, I somehow manage to pick him up and throw him over my shoulders. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel his well-developed abdominal muscles, which, under other circumstances, I would gladly make my personal pillow on my back. Getting up after that is no problem. After all, I am used to carrying boulders on my back, so this is almost too easy.

But with Brandon over my shoulder, I'm faced with another problem. How the fuck am I going to get him out of this tiny room? The first problem is simply opening the door because I have to hold Brandon with both hands. However, with a little quick thinking, I push the handle down with my elbow, which resolves the first problem. What I didn't realize, however, is that the door is quite narrow. It must have been a miracle that Brandon even got through it unless the house had something to do with it.

I could only stare fiercely at the wall. However, I now know that I will have to exchange a few harsh words with the building the next morning. It feels like a trick on its part to set me up with someone it wants to see me with. It might have worked if Brandon had a real brain instead of hot air in his head, which is harder than metal.

I try to force us through, but the only thing I hear is me hitting him against the wooden frame. Even though his head is as hard as metal, I still don't want to hurt him any further. So I try to bend him, but even that doesn't work; seeing him in strange positions will amusingly haunt my daydreams for a while, though. When that doesn't work either, I feel something boiling up inside me, and before I know it, the frame has already broken into several pieces. A contented grin forms on my lips as I leave the room with a skip in my steps, only to nearly trip over my own little feet. When I look back, though, I see that the floor has moved up slightly, but before I tear the whole house apart, I close my eyes and count to ten. When I open my eyes again, the elevated ground has disappeared. I can only guess in the hope I didn't see it, but the building will know in the morning!

Anger wells up inside me again, but this time, I swallow it because I know nothing good will come of starting a fight with the building right now. It would only force me into another uncomfortable situation.

Still, I'll have to make it clear to the building that if it continues annoying me, I'll explode in anger. The more I think about it, the angrier I get, with righteous anger. After all that, I let out some of my magic. Shortly afterward, the ground shakes as I use my released magic to pull out the magic I gave to the building. Before I know it, one of the maids comes running up, apologizes on behalf of the building, bows, and asks me to stop what I'm doing. To say I'm stunned would be an underestimation.

It's the first time I've seen any of them since we got there, and once again, I'm overcome by a strange feeling of familiarity. Even with Brandon on my shoulder, I walk around her, looking her up and down, trying to figure out why I feel so strange around her. She doesn't seem uncomfortable or even freaked out (like I would feel), almost as if she doesn't feel anything. Her entire demeanor is strange and monotone, like there are no emotions in her body.

As I come back around her, I stare into her eyes, studying her again, only to suddenly see something. Quickly, I grab Brandon's shirt to hopefully keep him on my shoulder so I can use my other hand to take her forearm and twist it. The woman tries desperately to pull her arm from my grasp, but I only grip it tighter. Suddenly, her forearm crumbles like an old stone; although everything around that part is flesh and blood, the crumbling part is clearly stone. She tries to cover it up and lets out a small cry.

Although my heart bleeds for her, I push her hand away and pull the partially crumbling stones from her wound, only for normal, red blood to ooze out. As I move her arm closer to my face, I see nothing but the blood of others, hear their screams, and beg me to end it for them. Shaking my head, I force myself out of those memories. Back in the moment, I reach into her open flesh that has not yet turned to stone, large, silent tears forming in the woman's eyes. But even the flesh feels normal.

I already have an idea of what this woman really is, but I can't believe it. How could I? Until now, it was just a legend, but now that I see it with my own eyes, how could I keep believing it to be a simple myth?

Now that I know the legend is true, I must do something before she dies. I hold her wound in my hand and imagine the deepest darkness of my homeworld, a place so deep inside that instead of scorching heat, one would suffer an icy cold that would chill one to the bone. I've never done this before, but I've heard of it once—just another legend, really, but knowing that many legends may be true.

Luckily, I feel a strangely strong connection to the frozen depths. Out of nowhere, a thunderous voice warns me not to disturb the sleeping. Annoyed, I let the invisible being from whom the booming voice originates know who I am. My words are met with an uncomfortable silence, so I channel most of my regained magic into the connection. The voice suddenly becomes quieter, the hostility disappearing almost instantly.

I have no way of knowing any secrets of my fairy magic, as I cannot ask anyone. But at this moment, I feel like I have found someone. I ask the voice for help and let it know what happened. But it remains silent; it only sends something through the connection, and out of nowhere, I feel something ice-cold at my fingers. Even though it feels uncomfortable, I do not take my hand off the woman's forearm.

At the same time, a happy sigh escapes from the woman's throat; relief is clearly visible on her former tense face. Only when the connection breaks do I raise my hand again; my hand is colored a dark blue color. However, the black-blue, soft, almost liquid stone in the woman's deep wound is more fascinating. Out of pure curiosity, I touch it, even scooping a little onto one of my fingers, and watch it expand. I quickly realize what it is for.

Before I know it, I'm ordering the woman to go to the others, scrape out everyone's wounds, apply a thin layer of this substance, and warm them in any way they like. She nods understandingly and is clearly grateful for my help. She bows to me again, calling me 'Prince,' before running away, holding her arm so nothing falls out.

Left behind, I can only shake my head; none of this is as expected. I just want to learn about my magic and become the best guardian fairy I can. But here I am, carrying a specialist on my shoulder, fighting everyone, and having hardly made any friends except the musclemen, but honestly, they are the best; at least they don't play any mind games.

When I reach our dorm room a few minutes later, I try to walk in, but something blocks me. Irate, I try again and am stopped again. I almost lose my shit, ready to murder someone. I turn my head slightly, and all the color drains from my face: Brandon's head is thrown clean against the wall. I curse myself inwardly, step sideways, and finally make it inside. With a flurry of magic, I close the door behind us.

The room is dark; the other two have apparently already gone to bed. I open the door to Brandon and Sky's bedroom and turn on the light, which causes the blonde to let out some annoyed noises, pissing me off even more. He tries to block me out and the light by putting his pillow over his head, but it doesn't work, which I can only guess because he groans even more annoyed.

"Why did you have to turn on the light?" He whines like a child. I abruptly turn my head and glare at him angrily, my sheer fury quickly silencing the blonde.

"Not only are you irresponsible, but you're also an immense bad influence," I shout at him, not caring who might hear. "Aren't you supposed to be his squire? Then how did he get out of the room, completely drunk, and force himself on me?" While I wait for an answer, he stares at me. Groaning, I let Brandon fall from my back onto his bed, taking off his shoes and socks while I tell Sky what happened, occasionally glaring disappointingly at him. After pulling his shirt over his juicy muscular torso, I pull his blanket over Brandon's body and finally turn back to Sky.

"If you ever allow him to drink what he had yesterday, I promise you"—I clench my fists and point at him with furious eyes—"I swear that Eraklyon will not have a crown prince anymore. Do you understand me?" Sky only stares at me with big, shiny, incomprehensible eyes. I don't even know if he's all there, so I walk over to him, grab his wide chin, and force him to look at me. "I will ensure that Eraklyon will suffer, fall apart, and be forgotten!"

Without waiting for an answer, I turn away from him, leave their room, and stroll into my own, where I fall into bed, annoyed.

***

Early the next morning, I find myself sitting in the cafeteria long before my roommates or anyone else is there; only a few other specialists training at such untimely hours accompany me there. Although Neil's group tries to get me to sit with them, I want to be alone for a little while.

As I dig into my third meal, the other seats at my table are suddenly occupied. I can only roll my eyes when I look up from my plate, but to my further confusion, only Riven acknowledges me with a glance, smiling briefly but quickly getting up to grab his own food. But Brandon and Sky, whatever they want to call themselves since they evidently have something to hide, are acting completely normal, cracking jokes, laughing, and doing what they normally would.

Their behavior makes me almost go crazy; why are they behaving like that? Can't they remember? I mean, they must have been pissed drunk, but still. Even staring at Sky doesn't do anything. The next moment, I stop digging through my food, realizing I'm either forgetful or stupid. Why do I still call him Sky when I know his real name?

"We're going to train!" I tell them without hesitation as I slam my cutlery onto the table. I finally get the attention I want. All three of them look at me with innocent, tilted eyes. "Put your stuff away; we're going to train now!"

I get up from the table, pick up my things, and put them away, only to return to the others, where all three are still staring at me uncomprehendingly. Anger boils inside me again, but I smile at them anyway and use just a little of my magic to fling their plates and cutlery into the air. With a speed that could have seriously injured someone, I hurl everything where it belongs.

“Let’s go now!”

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murderandcoffee · 1 year ago

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hi i'm josie and i post about podcasts

podcast(s) I am catching up on: hello from the hallowoods (paused), ✨ the amelia project ✨

podcasts I am up to date on: ✨ malevolent ✨, the magnus protocol (hi I'm the person who named gwen x alice "dyhard" lol), ✨ the white vault: goshawk ✨, here lies withered lilies, ✨ red valley ✨, derelict, tower 4, ✨ spire ✨, the strange case of starship iris, world gone wrong, liars & leeches, witherburn after school news, remnants

podcasts I've listened to fully: ✨ the adventure zone: balance ✨, ✨ the magnus archives ✨, ✨ the white vault ✨, ✨ wolf 359 ✨, the bright sessions, the black tapes, archive 81, the deep vault, the six disappearances of ella mccray, deviser, the very worst thing that could possibly happen, limetown, time:bombs, ✨ the silt verses ✨, ✨ the penumbra podcast ✨, l’affaire louis gaufridy

✨ = my personal favorites

podcast(s) I dnf’d (but might come back to): mabel

other things I'm totally normal about: the untamed/mdzs, brandon sanderson's stormlight archive, maggie stiefvater's raven cycle, d&d, taz balance, the dishonored games, until dawn, the mechanisms, kpop, homestuck (sorry), perfume/fragrance, languages/linguistics, art, writing

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my original post/interaction tag is 'bs.txt', my art tag is 'bs.art', and my writing tag is 'my writing' (yeah I don't have a creative tag for that one lmao)

I'm a writer! my current projects are:

-The King's Daughter (fantasy/adventure novel trilogy)

-Auspicious (science-fiction novel duology)

-Radioactive (dystopian science-fiction novel)

-Pages Unturned (fantasy/horror podcast)

please ask me about them. I could talk about them for hours (and have before) <3

I'm 27 and my pronouns are they/he/ae (have fun w/ it idc)

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anyway that's it that's my introduction love you bye

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martellspear · 2 months ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY

— Thank you @msmorningstaarr 💗

no pressure tags: @prettymuchteddy @emberspears @tell-them-the-north-remembers @blissfulphilospher

This is from a Brandon Star x Elia Martell thing I started for Elia Week and haven't had the time to finish. Unrevised.

“I cannot believe you are here! When did you arrive?” Elia asked, sitting next to him with her own goblet of wine in her hand. Brandon blinked, taking a moment to remember that he ought to answer her.

“Moments before the feast started, princess. It was not the most pleasant of trips,” he replied, his lips tugging upwards as he took in the sight of her. “But I made a promise to be here, and I value my words.”

“Which I am thankful for,” Elia said gently. “But so much can happen between one letter and other, my lord.”

“Indeed,” Brandon conceded with a small nod as he regarded Elia. As much as he had enjoyed their correspondence, and – even though he had no intentions of admitting it – cherished her letters as a precious object, it was pale in comparison to talking to her. “So much that I feared you were avoiding me, princess.”

Elia’s eyes widened subtly, why would he think such thing?

“I can assure you that was not the case, my lord,” she said in earnest, her affable demeanor ever present. “I did not see you earlier.”

And Brandon believed her. The northerner sipped his wine, he was starting to appreciate the dornish red. Were it not for the weather, Dorne would be one of his favorite places in Westeros.

“I saw you,” he said, sounding amused. Elia cocked her head, her eyes acquired an inquisitive gleam. “You seemed to be bored.”

“Did I?” Elia asked with faint confusion. She had never experienced tediousness during feasts, the princess loved it; from the songs to the sea of guests. “When?”

“When you were dancing,” Brandon leaned closer, the music and chatter had gotten too loud for conversations to take place. Elia felt his breath tickling her cheek, he was scandalously close, and she needed to swallow hard to recompose herself. “You seemed bored.”

Dacing… Elia thought to herself, but enlightenment dawned at her and she snorted. Oh.

“No,” she brought the goblet to her lips, taking a small sip to quell her nerves. “The dance was lovely.”

Brandon’s entire demeanor shifted, the atmosphere surrounding them accompanied him as it turned humorous.

“Was it? Because all that I saw was you wishing for it to be over,” he said, a faux thoughtfulness seeping into his words. “Is the prince as dull as he looks?”

#elia martell x brandon stark #elia x brandon #elia martell

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burningexeter · 7 months ago

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Now here's something that I think will stick, I have a gut feeling about this.

Here's a huge ass list yet again of everything (as in all of the numerous different kinds of media) that I can see sharing the same universe as Rockstar Games' Red Dead Redemption Duology, that you can both read and see below for yourself with the theme connecting them is the focus on unconventional type of protagonists and ensembles fighting the odds and high stakes:

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• Sergio Leone's The Dollars Trilogy

• The Quentin Tarantino Universe (Django Unchained, The Hateful Eight, Inglourious Basterds, Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, Reservoir Dogs, True Romance, Pulp Fiction, Natural Born Killers, Kill Bill 1 & 2, From Dusk Till Dawn and Curdled)

• Park Chan-Wook's Oldboy

• Kim Jee-Won's I Saw The Devil

• Gore Verbinski's Pirates Of The Caribbean Trilogy

• Julius Avery's Overlord (2018)

• Remedy Entertainment's Connected Universe

• Stephen Sommers' The Mummy (1999)

• HBO's Spawn Trilogy

• Takahiro Omori's Baccano!, Durarara!! and Durarara!! x2

• Sunao Katabuchi's Black Lagoon

• Masayuki Kojima's Monster

• Tetsuro Araki's Death Note and Attack On Titan (the first two seasons)

• Hajime Isayama's Attack On Titan (the Royal Government arc — manga)

• Chris Carter's The X Files Series (First nine seasons, Fight The Future, Millennium and The Lone Gunmen)

• Joss "Yikes!" Whedon's Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel

• Tom Fontana's Oz

• David Simon's The Wire

• Damon Lindelof & Carlton Cuse's LOST

• Vince Gilligan's Breaking Bad Trilogy

• Kurt Sutter's Sons Of Anarchy Duology

• Jeff Pinkner & J.H. Wyman's Fringe

• Jenny Clements' Mias and Elle

• Brandon Santiago's Erma

• Travis Knight's Wildwood

#red dead redemption #may I stand unshaken #arthur morgan #john marston #jack marston #rockstar games #dan houser #Youtube #SoundCloud

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untilmynextstory · 5 months ago

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ELIA WEEK 2024, Day 6: Crackship x Stargazing SUMMARY: The first time, she felt she owed herself something after being dutiful and loyal to her husband. The second time, she blamed the horrendous ale he had brought to Moat Cailin when she was visiting Ned and Ashara. The third time, she stopped giving excuses. PAIRING: Elia Martell x Brandon Stark A/N: This will be four parts. I have to clean up the timeline regarding events and ages. So I hope you guys will enjoy this!

“You shouldn't be in here.”

Elia whispered as she eyed the man who had somehow snuck into the royal nursery and was holding the newest and youngest member of the royal family.

To say everyone was surprised by the pregnancy would be an understatement. Yet, no longer having Maester Pycelle as the Grand Maester had done wonders for her health and this pregnancy. Elia had her suspicions that the high-risk pregnancies had more to do with the care she and her good mother were receiving than their health.

However, Elia knew that having this pregnancy had been the most reckless thing she had done. The pregnancy could and still might mean her death in more ways than one.

She walked over to the small alcove where her child was in the arms of the man she shouldn't love. They were bathed in the moonlight.

Brandon Stark gave her a coy smile. “I was just showing her the stars, love.”

As much as it endeared her to see the apparent care from and by him, he was foolish to be here with Varys still lurking. It was unwise to do this in general in King’s Landing, where there were eyes everywhere.

“Brandon….”

Brandon moved carefully from his perch and placed her daughter back in the crib with little to no fuss. Her new babe wasn’t a fussy one yet. It had been surprising how easy the pregnancy had been. “She's quiet, like how Ned was as a babe.”

“Brandon, you can't say such things.” Brandon noticed that she couldn't mask her fear with her words, and he frowned.

He stood in front of her. It had been over a year since they had last seen each other. She noticed a few more crinkles in his eyes. His brown hair was swept into a bun. Unlike Ned, who kept his up in a half updo, Brandon kept his entirely up with a few pieces framing his face. He also never kept his face clean-shaven. Although, she could tell he did trim it before coming down to King’s Landing.

His gray eyes, though, were the same, and they seemed to see right through her. His hands went to her hips, and he kissed her forehead.

She felt some of the tension leave her body. Brandon moved his hands and wrapped her in his arms. It was easy to get lost in him. He easily towers over her from his physical nature, and his frame is more stocky than those in the South. And being in his arms, he provided a steady warmth that no fire can achieve. She inhaled his scent of pine greedily. It's been so long that she couldn't risk any letters knowing what they would say or ask.

“How are you feeling?” He whispered against her crown.

“I'm okay,” she assured him. But his body became tense, and she looked up at him as the thought dawned on her. “This is why you came then?”

Brandon had always refused any summoning to King's Landing. Ned would always act in his stead, or in rare times, the youngest Stark, Benjen, would venture down.

Since the Rebellion, the North had effectively cut off communication with their King. However, she was surprised that Brandon had returned a raven to King's Landing so that he would attend the Tourney to celebrate the birth of the royal family's newest member. She should have known after her silence that he would take the opportunity to see her for herself. She should have known that he would come down to see her somehow. No assurances from Ashara or even Ned would compare to him seeing her in the flesh.

“Can you blame me?” He asked her softly.

Elia sighed but didn't respond.

Brandon placed a hand under her chin while he leaned down and kissed her lips. She knew it was foolish and reckless even to entertain him and this in King's Landing. Every interaction they had was their dangling fate.

But as his tongue demanded entrance, it was easy to forget duty and the Realm. Brandon made her feel desired and even loved. Something she never got truthfully or organically from her husband.

She felt Brandon's hands drift down to her sides and begin to untie her robe when she broke free. They couldn't be that reckless.

Brandon sighed, seemingly understanding her apprehension. He created some distance between them, and his smile softened as he looked at her daughter peacefully sleeping.

“You know, I was wondering if she would be saddled with one of those ridiculous Targaryen names.”

Elia frowned. “Brandon…”

“She looks like you,” he interrupted.

She knew he was avoiding wanting to breach this. “Brandon, she could be…his.”

Brandon tensed, and his gray eyes went back to her frame. “But you're not certain?”

Elia looked away in shame and wondered what that said about her.

Yet, she and Brandon were painfully aware of the situation they placed themselves in. She was married to the King. She had a duty to the King. The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on her. A rebellion that sparked in part of Rhaegar taking Lyanna Stark and then erupted with the death of Rickard Stark, the Warden of the North. Rhaegar had wanted a third child after being told she couldn’t bear it. He found someone to be the surrogate, which only resulted in a pale, deformed baby who perished upon arrival.

The Realm had almost been in chaos because of broken vows and betrayals, Brandon because of his sister and her because of her husband.

And now, in a way, she and Brandon were guilty of the thing they almost died over because of the actions of others.

She told herself it was just for comfort. The pain they received seemed something only they could understand together. And she didn’t know when it changed or how. The first time, she felt she owed herself something after being dutiful and loyal to her husband.

The second time, she blamed the horrendous ale he had brought to Moat Cailin when she was visiting Ned and Ashara.

The third time, she stopped giving excuses. But she had been so careful with the moon tea, and he always made sure to spill his seed on her back and stomach.

Then, after a visit, maybe they had indulged in too much wine and of each other’s company. She knew her only saving grace was allowing her husband back in her bed. But it didn’t change that the timing of her pregnancy felt even worse to her.

A part of her knew deep down the truth of her daughter's paternity. Their only saving grace was her strong resemblance to her mother. Rhaegar wouldn't question it after everything. In fact, that dreaded melancholy had returned over his ill-fated attempt to fulfill prophecies.

But there was that doubt because she could still be her husband's seed.

“Do you want her to be yours?” She asked him gently.

Brandon moved back to the nook and looked into the night. “It doesn't matter what I want. To want is a privilege we lords don't have.”

“Don't say that,” she argued weakly as she drew near him. It wasn’t like her wolf to be this dour.

He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers. Before he tugged her into his body, making space for her between his thighs. Her back to his front forced her to look into the night sky. She relaxed back into his hold. She felt his chin on the crown of her head.

“It seems the only thing I can share with her is the stars.”

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sugar-coated-saphic · 1 year ago

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made this ages ago but was hesitant to post it, figured i might as well post it now

#welcome to the dollhouse #dawn wiener #brandon mccarthy #heather matarazzo #brendon sexton III #todd solondz #dawn x brandon #brandon x dawn #dawn/brandon #brandon/dawn #cult classic #cult film #90s movies #90s nostalgia #ship and let ship #fiction #my post #my edit

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 year ago

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From the Ashes Pt.18

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Rhaegar POV, canon character death

Words: 2195

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Green flames erupted in the distance making the soldiers murmur loudly as explosions went off one after another. The entirety of the King’s Woods were being consumed in a rapid amount of time.

“Is that. . .”

An outcry of disbelief as it dawned on the army what those green flames were. “Aerys has truly lost his mind!”

Gods. . . It was wildfire.

Ned was near ready to rush in that direction before Robert wraps his arms around him, trapping him against his barrel chest. “No Ned!”

“They’re in there! Brandon and my father! I have to help them!” Snarling like the direwolf on his chest, Ned struggles against Robert’s grip. “Let me go!” The remaining northmen that didn’t go with Rickard and Brandon were equally as nervous about the welfare of their lord and warden.

“That’s not going to happen.” Robert had always been stronger than Ned and he used that to his complete advantage at the moment. “You’ll be dead the moment that shit touches you.”

“They could still be alive.” He doubted his own words, but kArthur held the hope that at least some of the northern men sent out were alive.

Within seconds the wildfire spread over two acres of land and was threatening to cut off Rhaegar’s path to King’s Landing.

Oberyn spits on the ground and glares. “We’re going to have to retreat until this damned fire loses energy.”

“Damn him.” Hisses Griff atop his chestnut horse. He releases the reins in order to throw off his helmet. “If it’s still going by tomorrow Tumbleton could be in danger.”

“What should we do, Your Grace?”

There was absolutely no way in them advancing any further. Not until the wildfire was extinguished.

“For now we switch objectives. Protect the surrounding area and halt the wildfire as much as we can. It can’t go on forever.” Rhaegar shouts out to his troops. “We’ll need sand and lots of it!!”

Brandon couldn’t see out of his right eye as men in black and red dragged him in front of the menacing Iron Throne where Aerys sat. There was so much blood pooling in his mouth that it threatened to drown him if he didn’t spit it out on the ground. Next to him his father Rickard was aggressively shoved to his knees as the Warden of the North glared at Aerys.

Dirty tricks and an ambush had nearly decimated the northern scouts that were sent ahead of everyone else. When the wildfire had first ignited in front of them, Brandon and Rickard were immediately overwhelmed by Aerys’ men who came out of nowhere. To be killed by the Mad King’s soldiers or by wildfire was a tough choice to make. Instead they were taken captive and separated from the rest of their burning comrades. Needless to say that wasn’t an easy task for anyone to accomplish. Rickard Stark was a bear of a man like many from his part of Westeros. Even more difficult when they tried to go after Brandon. Each Stark man put up a good fight that would be worthy of ballads. It was the wildfire that cornered them, spreading faster than any deadly disease. Within minutes, the whole entire area was a sea of green.

“The traitor Lord Stark.” Sneers Aerys as he leaned forward. From where Brandon was, he couldn’t see the lines of blood on the tyrant king’s hands as he accidentally brushed up against his own, sharp, throne. Even Aerys’ own throne no longer wanted him seated there.

Thick, dignified brows grimace in reply as Rickard Stark finally caught his breath. “If it means getting you off of the throne, so be it. I can no longer serve someone like you.”

“So you put in your resignation as Warden of the North.”

“No. There will be no need of Warden of the North. I hereby remove the north from the Seven Kingdoms.”

Rickard’s sincere statement had Aerys silent for a few seconds before he breaks out in laughter. “Awfully presumptuous of you to think you have that kind of power. Torrhen Stark gave up the north to Aegon. He swore fealty and gave up his title as king.” Everyone knew the history of Aegon the Conqueror. It was drilled into all Westerosi children.

Aegon was the one who brought all of Westeros together. United them so that they wouldn’t squabble over land.

Such cold and domineering gray eyes did not flinch at the reminder. They remained full of hate and resentment. “Usurper. This land will always belong to the descendants of the First Men.”

That snapped Aerys out of his snickering. Brandon knew there would be no good outcome. There was only the end. As the Kingsguard dragged Rickard forward, affixing a long chain to his back, Brandon heard himself scream but he was thinking about his siblings. He would never see Ned or Benjen grow into true men. Never get to see Lyanna’s children with Robert Baratheon. Never get to see what his life would be like with Catelyn. Suspended now from the rafters, Rickard still fought even when pyromancers lit a fire beneath his dangling body. Being slowly cooked to death in his own armor, Rickard didn’t cry out in pain. The smell of burning flesh was enough to make Brandon barf had he not been so concerned with getting himself free.

The curse that Rickard bellowed was enough to strike fear into anyone present. “Let your bloody Stranger take you!!”

Brandon howled for vengeance, his grief making him claw at his binds in a frenzy. His sword was mere inches away but a length of rope was hastily wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t see who was holding the other end of his noose as he now strained his fingers for his sword pommel. If only he could dislocate them and make them longer. That little boy inside of him prayed to the Old Gods to help him. But her forgot that the Old Gods held no domain in King’s Landing. There was only one weirwood tree and it was far from him. All of his prayers escaped him through bitter tears and spit that started to accumulate on his beat up lip.

His vision was growing dark as more pressure is applied to his neck. These heathens. They would not honor him with a warrior’s death.

He couldn’t breathe.

The last person he saw before his last attempt at life was Varys hiding away behind a column. Pale white with horror at the scene that was playing out. If there was any sort of justice left in this world, Brandon hoped that Varys would truly aid to the downfall of Aerys.

If it turned out that the Spider was deceiving them, well, Brandon would make sure to haunt him for all of eternity.

“Your Grace! We found survivors!”

Never was Ned quick enough to be hopeful, but immediately he sprung from where he was helping the others make a barricade composed of bags of sand. Even some local villagers came to help them. Everyone seemed to freeze in their actions, awaiting with bated breath at some good news.

Wounded and severely charred men were brought back. Some were so horrendously burned that it was hard to look their way. The more squeamish men had to hold back their sick.

Right away, Ned noticed a very familiar raven feathered cloak. Lord Blackwood. Tytos Blackwood, still conscious, caught Ned’s eyes. He beckons Ned closer to where he was laid.

Dropping to one knee, Ned had to suppress the panic in his voice. “Lord Blackwood. . . my father. . .”

The grimness in his eyes told Ned everything he needed to know. Men behind him whispered of how there was no sign of the Lord of Winterfell and his heir. If they weren’t killed by the wildfire, then. . .

“They had to have been captured.” Came Rhaegar, a towering shadow in his black armor.

It would have been better if Rickard and Brandon were killed by the wildfire. If they were captives of Aerys, they would be dead soon enough. It was an unspoken truth that even Ned knew. His father and brother were dead.

An appropriate silence held them there.

Tytos was the one to interrupt it with a cough. “Lord Stark.”

Robert glanced at his childhood friend, the man that he considered his brother. He was now the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. Robert understood better than anyone what it was like to have such a title thrust upon you in a quick second. As soon as the news of his parents reached him, he was regarded as the Lord of Storm’s end immediately. A daunting situation that Ned had to face right now.

Helplessly he looks at Rhaegar. “I’m sorry. I must return to the north. . . They need me now. I need to-”

A hand on his shoulder, Rhaegar nods. “I understand. Do what you must.”

The shock that Ned felt at Rhaegar allowing him to leave so easily was soon replaced by immense gratitude as he knelt before him.

“Rise, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.” Rhaegar instructed him. He obeyed, lifting himself to come face to face with a man he vowed to repay one day.

Letting Ned depart to prepare for his journey back home, Griff turns on Rhaegar. “How could you let him go? He’ll be taking the northern army with him!”

“Either way we can’t advance any further.” His Silver Prince sighs and removes the gloves from his hands. “My father has officially cut us off and has bought himself some time. An extreme measure but it worked.”

His red hair may have had something to do with his outburst, Griff presses. “We have the Dornishmen, the men of the Stormlands AND Tywin’s men if he keeps to his word.”

“Look around you Griff. How on earth could we possibly continue? Patience is a virtue. Right now we help those that my father has put at risk thanks to his tactic.”

“He can sneak up on us just like he did with Lord Rickard.”Countered Griff, and it was equally true. Aerys wasn’t playing by any rules. He would attack as he saw fit. As long as it destroyed Rhaegar. Rhaegar refused to let this war kill his humanity though.

“Ned Stark will be back.” He replied assuredly. “When the time is right, he will come back. And our army will have been better for it. (y/n) once told me how she and her handmaid found a baby bird. They nursed it back to health but it was still not ready to fly. It took 2 weeks before it was ready to open its wings and fly. Things take time Griff. Either way I can’t prevent my father for doing whatever he does in the future. But I can make myself ready in the meantime and prepare for him. He’s also ruined himself for the time being. Thanks to him cutting off the main road with wildfire, it’ll take days for the roads to clear and for supplies and news to enter King’s Landing. Any raven we see, we capture it and make sure it’s not for Aerys.”

“You place a great deal of faith in this plan based on a little bird?” It was ridiculous to listen to him any further. But Griff melted a little when a wistful expression makes Rhaegar smile sadly back. The scar that ran diagonally across his face did little to ruin his beautiful features.

Rhaegar turned back to examining the green wildfire. “I was there. Her maesters told her to just leave it. (y/n) couldn’t bring herself to. She spent so long tending to it. Everyone discouraged her and told her that it would die soon. She never gave up on it though. The bird did come back the following year. It never forgot about (y/n) and the kindness she showed. Do you know what it brought back for her from it’s travels?”

Griff shook his head. He never bothered to learn anything about Rhaegar’s wife.

Pressing the heel of his palms together, it made the shape of a clam when his fingers also touched. “It was an oyster. And inside-” He pulled his fingers open “-there were pearls. Patience and determination will eventually pay off. (y/n) taught me that.” Reaching through the neck of his armor, he retrieves a leather pouch and pours out the contents into his hand. Five pearls gleamed up at Griff.

Dumbly, Jon Connington states “She gave them to you.”

“I’m not losing faith. Quite the opposite Griff. What my father doesn’t know is that I want the throne more than he will ever. I want the throne to avenge my (y/n). Being a better king than Aerys will right all the wrongs he has done to people.”

Pursing his lips he thought back to the girl that had his prince still ever enamored. It had been more than a year since (y/n)’s murder and Rhaegar’s love never wavered. Griff doubted that he could love anyone else. A shame for Princess Elia Martell.

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norabrice1701 · 1 year ago

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The Duke & The Witch - Ch. 1

Charles Brandon x Fem!OC, A The Tudors Slight-AU fic

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Ch. 1 Warnings: Alcohol use; talk of witchcraft and religion; memories of death during childbirth

His head pounds. The sunlight shafting through the shutter slats blinds his eyes. His mouth feels heavy with cotton and the last thing he wants to do is stir from bed. Admittedly, perhaps he shouldn't have finished the flagon of wine last night. It doesn't agree with him the way it used to, loathe as he is to admit it.

The price of aging, he supposes. The mark of a weary soul.

But last night only brought the coming of today’s dawn. The day that should mark two years of wedded bliss. And now that he’s awake, he only has ghosts. His beloved Catherine, pale and still in the birthing bed. Next to her, his first child - the innocent face of his stillborn son. To this day, he doesn’t even know the boy’s eye color.

Tears sting his eyes but he refuses to let them fall. He is the Duke of Suffolk. He has duties and responsibilities to attend to, no matter the ache in his heart or the hungover state of his body.

He swings his feet over the edge of the bed, taking the space of a breath to gather his bearings before calling out for Joseph. His voice carries a gravelly and rough tone. An obvious indicator of his ragged state.

In short order, he refreshes and dresses in the adornments of his station, rich garments of black and gold. Breakfast passes with its typical silence, and Charles manages a small, grateful smile as Joseph sets a steaming pot of robust tea on the table. At court, Charles doesn’t dare partake in something so obvious as a pot of tea the morning after too much wine. But in the privacy of his own estate, he doesn’t think twice.

He refills his cup, watching the tendrils of steam curl and dissipate. At least, the Ipswich swordsmith has promised that his latest commission would be finished today. No messages have arrived to the contrary, but given that the roundtrip journey to Ipswich will take the better part of the day, Charles hopes the smithy stays true to his word.

At first, the more noble among noblemen had sneered when he brought the first blade not of London origin to court. Well, truthfully, the more noble among noblemen have sneered at everything his coronet represents. But in time, even Henry has expressed admiration over the handling of Charles’ Ipswich blade, in particular the noted ability to thrust effectively while maintaining the power to cut. It has been yet another point of pride for Charles, who will never let it be said that he is a slouch swordsman.

The fog in his head starts to clear as he polishes off the tea. The ache in his head subsides to a dull roar that he can mostly ignore, even as he squints through the cheery morning sunlight. Blessedly, the ride to Ipswich is an easy one, over well-traveled roads that aren’t too rutted. The sun climbs higher in the sky, heralding the stifling heat that will be present by late afternoon.

But even upon midday arrival in Ipswich, the heat already makes its presence known. The main street through the town hangs heavy with the stench of privy runoff as he passes, nodding at the commoners who stop to acknowledge him. He can’t imagine living his life surrounded by the constant smell of shit. But perhaps the more time someone spends around such a smell, the less that person is inclined to notice it. Nothing about the thought eases the waves of disgust roiling in his gut as he hears the smithy’s shop.

Sweat soaks the shirt beneath his heavy tunic as he dismounts, reaching for the water pouch. He really shouldn’t have overdone himself last night. With a signal for his man to wait outside, Charles steps around what must surely be a pile of excrement before ducking into the crude dwelling.

“Ah! Good morning, Your Grace.” The swordsmith – Milton, if Charles remembers rightly – greets him with an eager smile. The man has never been adept at hiding his desire for Charles to open his coin purse.

“Good morning.” Charles does his best to summon a pleasant smile, but he has no reason to linger. “Is the sword ready?”

“Yes, Your Grace – just as I promised.” Milton turns, gesturing excitedly at a soot-smudged, thin rail of a boy who hunkers against the back wall. “Boy! Go fetch the Duke’s sword. Come on, now – don’t keep him waiting!”

The boy shuffles to his feet, not daring to raise his eyes in the direction of either adult as he moves for a curtained portion of the shop. By Charles’ assessment, the poor boy looks just barely capable of standing, let alone hefting a heavy sword. He hasn’t heard of recent food shortages in his duchy, but it always takes him aback to witness poverty first hand. Sure, he can provide the lad with decent meals for a week, but therein lies the problem – if he provides for one, he needs to provide for all, and his coffers don’t overflow with such bountiful riches. It’s a problem that he isn’t good enough or selfless enough to solve.

When Charles refocuses his attention, something in his face must betray his thoughts. The swordsmith offers him a placating smile as he speaks. “He’s a good lad, Your Grace. Please do not be concerned. He’ll make a fine apprentice as he ages. My current apprentice is out at the market, otherwise, I would have sent him.”

Charles nods with vague understanding and disinterest. Milton continues to prattle on, offering more appreciation and platitudes as Charles takes in the rough tools scattered about various work surfaces. Orange coals roast low in the fireplace, ready to be fanned to life by the nearby bellows, and a primitive anvil stands sentinel. A high-pitched grunt of exertion draws his gaze as he turns with curiosity to see the boy staggering back, arms laden with a long, heavy burden wrapped in burlap.

Charles’ brow pinches in concern. “Well, he won’t make a good apprentice if he cannot develop the strength to lift his own wares.”

“Of course, Your Grace. He is still young, but he will learn.” Milton takes the burlap bundle and shoos the boy back to his resting place against the wall. The boy looks all too relieved to take up his previous post.

Milton rests the bundle on the nearest work surface, untying the crude wrapping to reveal a gleaming, polished sword. The hilt bears a tight wrapping of woven, black leather bands with a clean line of smooth metal studs. At first glance, the sword looks the part - made for slashing and gutting, not putting on airs.

“Please.” Milton supplicates, opening his hands with wide palms to gesture down at the sword. “Please see how she breathes and moves.”

Charles reaches for the sword with his gloved hand, flexing his fingers around the handle, testing the grip. He lifts the solid weight, bringing it up close to inspect the edges for any cracking or tells of brittleness. Taking a step away from the table, he lowers his arm, swinging the sword down and around in a small arc. He turns, thrusting forward and parrying back against an invisible opponent.

Milton beams proudly. “Does she not feel alive, Your Grace?”

Charles thrusts forward, continuing his assessment of the new blade. It feels…sluggish. Heavier than anticipated. He draws back and thrusts again, brow furrowing at the heavy movement. Pulling his arm back, he shifts his grip on the hilt, angling to look at the blade profile. Is there even a taper present? If there is, it certainly isn’t visible.

He looks over at Milton with a stern look, watching the smithy’s smile drain from his face in a wave of apprehension. “Do you expect me to accept and pay –”

“Master! Have you heard?”! A bright, eager young voice cuts off Charles’ words as he bursts into the dwelling, his face alight. “The witch in the woods is up to her tricks!”

“William!” Milton bellows. “Boy, you will hold your tongue and show your respect.” He storms over to the young man whose face has gone slack with fright to recognize Charles’ imposing presence. “You beg His Grace for mercy this instant!”

“Please,” William says, voice trembling above wide eyes. “Your Grace. I –”

Charles holds up a hand, not willing to hear the boy’s excuses over the distant throbbing still present in his skull. “You dared to storm in here and talk over me. I would know why.”

“I… I” the youth stammers, swallowing hard. “I was excited. And I… I didn’t see you there. If I had known… but the story is just so exciting!”

“You’ll do better to remember yourself and keep your head, lest you lose it to someone less forgiving.” Charles says, turning back to Milton and nodding at the offending sword in his hand. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice the taper? Or has age blinded you since last we spoke?”

“Your Grace, please – I-I know the taper is… perhaps more subtle than anticipated. But with your arrival today and my lack of knowing the sword’s purpose -”

“Your lies are disgraceful,” Charles interrupts. “You knew well of my expectations for how this sword should handle. And this does not meet with my expectations.” He raises his arm, tossing the sword with a dull, dismissive clunk to the worktable. “I’m saddened to see the compliments I give to your work are so poorly appreciated.”

Milton’s face falls, eager to make amends. “We will work all night and through the dawn to have it ready for your expectations by midday tomorrow. My humblest apologies to Your Grace for this waste of your time. I-I am not worthy of your compliments, but I assure you this sword will be the finest in the land when you next return, and I will not accept any payment for it.”

Charles isn’t going to allow that to happen, but he won’t correct the man now. Let it be a lesson to him. “You’ve caught me in a generous mood.” He says, not feeling particularly generous, but that isn’t this man’s fault. “Tomorrow it is.”

Milton offers a half-bow, blabbering on about his thanks and appreciation for Charles’ mercy, unworthy wretch that he is. Charles nods a curt farewell, ignoring the man and stepping back out into the bright sunlight.

At least the street smells a little less foul now . Either that, or he has lingered for too long and his nose has already become accustomed to the stench. He turns with every intent of mounting up for the long ride back to Westhorpe but stops at the raised voices from inside the smithy’s shop.

“Insolent, foolish child!” A high-pitched whine follows the sound of a slap. “Do you understand what a man of Charles Brandon’s influence can do? With one word, he can bring me to ruin and you will have no coins to feed what’s left of your family!”

“I’m sorry – I didn’t mean, please!” The youth whimpers through trembling words. “I’ll be much more mindful in the future. Honest, sir.”

“You’ll do more than that. You’ll stay and work the fires tonight while we make a new blade for His Grace’s approval before he returns.”

“But all night, sir? He didn’t say that he would return tomorrow.”

“I told him the sword would be ready by tomorrow, whether or not he deems it worthy to return tomorrow. It’s no less than you deserve for not doing it right the first time. The taper is the hardest part - but you will work at it until it is right. I will not tolerate another showing like that in front of His Grace.”

“Yes, sir.” A shuffling sound follows. “Do you think he’ll use this new sword to hunt down the witch and catch her?”

“I hear they burn witches alive.”

“Then, I hope he never catches her.”

Milton sighs. “I don’t think His Grace is in the business of witch hunting.”

“But today – oh, the story! She made a man of mud walk. And talk, too! They say she could make an army of mud men!”

“Stop your foolish blabbering.” Milton’s voice comes tense with exasperation. “A man of mud, indeed! What rubbish. Fetch the sword before dirt works into the leather. We might be able to salvage that, at least. Careful of the studs, now.”

The conversation turns more towards the business of sword making, all the excitement around the witch seemingly forgotten. But still… a man of mud?

The whispers of a witch in the woods aren’t entirely unfamiliar to Charles. He’s overheard servants and commoners speak in low tones, stopping short when they realize he approaches. But the presence of a witch is more of a concern for the duchy priests than himself. He’s always dismissed the whispers as tales that commoners use to frighten their children into obedience – but this man of mud business intrigues him. More than likely, it has been something simple that grows more fantastic with each retelling. Has someone merely fallen into a shallow riverbed and everyone assumes it was the work of a witch?

He’s no closer to answers, and his mind continues to spin on the possibilities as he rides over the hills back to his estate and retires for a quiet dinner.

Emptying the last drop in his wine glass, he taps the table to signal Joseph for a refill. As red wine splashes against the polished silver, he glances up at the older man. “What do you know of the witch in the woods, Joseph?”

The manservant shakes his head slowly and offers a kind smile. “I wouldn’t want to burden Your Grace with such nonsense.”

“Indulge me nonetheless.” Charles' lips lift with a tired smile as he reaches for his glass, taking a large drink.

“All that I have heard are rumors. They say she conjures fire and throws it when she is displeased. Another rumor talks of a wolfsbane stew that turned a dog into a man. Yet another involves a raven and lightning, I believe.”

“Dogs and ravens?” It’s hardly the stuff of a mud man, but just as perplexing. How do the commoners come to believe such fantastical stories? Charles wets his top lip in contemplation. “Do they say what she looks like?”

“No, Your Grace. While she has been glimpsed – it’s always in the same manner. Heavily cloaked with a deep cowl. She never speaks when she does appear. Some say she lost her tongue or can only speak the Devil’s language.”

“Never speaks?” Charles laughs against the rim of his cup. “Not even to cast her spells?”

“I wouldn’t know, Your Grace. Villagers in St. Edmunds have claimed that they try to follow her when she appears from the woods and disappears just as suddenly. But those brave souls return from the woods with wild tales – smoke from her fingertips that wordlessly render a man motionless.”

“That is indeed quite a lot for one rumored woman.” He raises a wry brow at Joseph. “Surely you don’t believe half of all that?”

Joseph’s face draws in with a dark, solemn air. “Just as God almighty has servants in this world, it wouldn’t surprise me to learn of the Devil’s unholy servants working among us, too.”

Charles sips his wine, more intrigued than he has any right to be. Mud men? Smoke from her fingers? Who is this woman? If she even does indeed exist.

“Your Grace… please,” Joseph’s hesitant words draw Charles from his thoughts to gaze up at the older man. “Please, I implore you…”

“Yes?”

“Stay in God’s eternal light, Your Grace.” Joseph’s face matches the plea in his voice. “To pursue these rumors - to pursue the witch herself - is surely to court a great darkness. And you can dismiss me for my words, but Your Grace has seen enough dark days these past years. I would not see you burden yourself or this house with any more.”

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