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takeurexam · 6 months ago

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dynasty || VII

genre:

non idol au, time travel, romance, rivals to allies to friends to lovers, crown prince to emperor taehyun, reader gets appointed as an concubine

pairing(s):

taehyun x fem! reader

(warning, this does not reflect the REAL idols personality, and no smut will be written to respect the idol, and i am not comfortable as well, and the taehyun in this ff is not the actual taehyun)

story:

in which you, an excellent law student about to graduate collage suddenly gets dragged into the past, meeting the famous-fawned over emperor of the kang's dynansty. but you getting dragged into this mess was beyond a mystery, and it seems like you have something deep to discover. meddling with the past is a risky decision after all.

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7. Selected

"Your Imperial Highness, we must go."

The Prince nods as he looks at the sunrise for one last time for his stay at Daedo. Today was the day he needed to go back to the palace, and word says his father was heavily ill.

It could only mean one thing. He would become the emperor soon.

He feels terrified, honestly. Being emperor is not a simple task- it is like being a puppet. Having free will yet being controlled by the Queen Dowager and the Grand Councilor is not for the weak like him.

"Once your father dies," The Queen Dowager blows out the candle beside her as Taehyun watches in anticipation, "You will become Emperor of this country." She watches the burned out candle's smoke fly around.

"I hope you dont dissapoint me, child." Her words stuck to his mind ever since then. He started reading more about reading- he could even read more than his father at such a young age. He started training for swordsmanship, archery and anything to train his body.

It felt as if he was carrying the whole nation behind his back. A simple mistake can make him slip, which could make the whole nation could collapse once he falls down.

Thats why he needs to be wise and controlled. Being shadowed by his father's stupidity, he is thought to be like him. But he is not, and he never will be.

"Are you ready to take your leave, Your Imperial Highness?" General Beomgyu snaps him back into reality, as he "Lets go." He answers.

"Okay, Hobak." You almost slip as Hobak keeps his hands on your eyes, "What are you plotting?! Are you gonna kill me?!" You shout out as Hobak shushes you, "Shut up! I look like a crazy bitch!" He hesitates to put his hand over your mouth, but in the end he dosen't.

"Im telling you to Soobin!" You try to find your way as Hobak holds you from behind to prevent you from tripping. "He knows! So shut up and cooperate. Its a suprise."

You pause, "Dude. You could've told me it was a suprise. I thought you were going to kidnap me or something." You calm down a little as Hobak sighs behind you. "Paranoid."

"Anyways- pamparapam!" He removes his hands from your eyes to reveal a few stone stairs ahead and a gate, "Where are we?"

"You'll see once we go in!" He grabs your arm and basically drags you up to the gate, "Tadaa!"

It was a beautiful house- rich to plants and flowers surrounding the whole house, with several storage rooms around the area and a lot of rooms. It was an aristocrat's house or in simple terms, a noble rich man.

"Who's house is this?" You turn to Hobak as he smirked, "Soobin's family home!"

"SOOBIN??" You accidentally shout out in shock, "As in the Soobin?! The herb collector Soobin??" You shake Hobak's shoulders as he screams along with you.

"He's rich? Born from a silver spoon?!" You continue shouting to Hobak, "A what?" You let go of Hobak this time, "He's from a noble family??"

"Yes, I am." Soobin's voice startles you as he chuckled as he stood there. "The Choi Family." He drops a whole bombshell at you.

An idea suddenly clicks in your mind. "Yes! I work for a noble's son, I can get rich! I just need to be presentable and friendly to the family! Then, I can be with them and be the key to my success!" You almost drop to the floor in joy as you find a new goal for now.

"Why are we here tho?" You ask, quite confused.

"Me and Hobak always stay at my family home for the year. Hobak is treated like a Choi at my household, so were basically siblings to my mother." Soobin sighs as Hobak puts his hands to his hips, confidently smirking.

You nod, as Soobin continues, "Since you're a new friend of mine, you might be the future Hobak." Soobin laughs.

"Well, lead the way!" You chirp as you three walk along the beautiful path filled with flowers, with lanterns and a wood bridge for the little lake surrounding the area.

"Soobin, since I dont really remember anything, could you tell me about your families history?" You blink with as you look at him with puppy eyes.

"Since you're desprate, sure." He smiles, "The Choi family is a close family friend of the Kang family, the current people leading the country." You gasp. "The Choi family, used to also be in the palace- my great grandfather used to be the Grand Councilor, but my family left the palace to ensure a safer life, but we still have connections around the palace."

"Well, my father is currently a governor for this town. Choi Minhyuk." He has his fingers under his thumb as he thinks.

You gasp at every detail he spills about his family. He told you about their times in the palace and his father's achievements. It was suprising how you thought a simple man who was a herb collector turned out to be the son of one of the most successful families in the Kang Dynasty.

"I also have a brother who is a governor. He's-" Soobin gets cut off by a woman shouting, "Soobin!! My son!" Which was Soobin's mother, standing in the doorstep of their house, which she wasn't anymore- because she was running to her son.

"Mother." He smiles as he bows to her, "Hobak!" His mother also welcomes the dramatic boy beside you, "Mrs. Choi." He smiles back, and her eyes finally lay on you. "I've had my fair share of mothers. I can do this."

"Hello." You bow your head as you feel her gaze on you, she goes silent for a while before grinning widely, "Soobin, is this your wife?" She chirps.

Hobak bursts out laughing as Soobin panics and tries to tell his mom that you were just merely a friend he was going to introduce. You stood their laughing along with Hobak as Soobin struggled and stumbled with his words.

"Ah well, shes really pretty." Soobin's mother walks over closer to you as she squishes your cheeks, "We must feed her! Lets go inside, come on!" She grabs your hand and drags you inside the house, with Soobin sighing and with Hobak dying from laughter.

You then get dragged inside to reveal the beautiful house, well, it was shining! It was filled with golden vases and decorations- with the smell of rich people houses. The flowers displayed all around with paintings around the house.

"Well, you must meet Minhyuk! Im sure he would be happy to see another friend of Soobin's." She giggles as the four of you head on over to the dining room. The dining room was no different from the lobby- it was shining as well with a big circular long table with some fancy chairs having some smooth cloth over it.

"Poor girl. Victim of Mrs. Choi." Hobak snickers as him and Soobin watch you in unison accompanied with pity introducing yourself to Soobin's father with his mother giggling all around the place.

"I think she likes whenever I introduce women to her. Its terrifying." Soobin murmurs as him and Hobak take a seat.

You sat beside Mrs. Choi as she sat on your left, Soobin on your right, and Hobak on the other side facing Mrs. Choi with Mr. Choi sitting on the main seat.

"Oh? Someones missing." Miss Choi looks around, "Is he not coming home yet?" She mumbles.

"He might arrive later on." Soobin answers his mother as she nods. You had no idea who they were talking about but you assume it was another family member. You didn't really care as you ate the delicious food.

The food tasted spectacular. Rich people really do have good chefs that provide them a good feast. Even though they didn't really provide a feast, it felt like one as it was a normal thing for them because they were nobles.

You currently excused yourself to the washroom to wash up your hands, well it was true but you needed a breather from all the noble stuff you were experiancing.

Once you step out and set your way on the dinner room, you bump into something hard, something like armor as you grab your head feeling pain.

"Ow... what the heck?" You look up to see a familiar figure.

"General Beomgyu?"

"You?"

Shaking off the pain from the bump, you look up once again to see if you weren't really dreaming. You weren't. It truly was the General you were with a few days ago. He looked suprised as your mouth shaped into an 'o' as he cleared his throat.

"Oh! Beomgyu!" You heard Mrs. Choi shout, "Have you eaten yet?" You can hear her from across the dinner hall to the large lobby. How did she know he was here?

You eye him suspiciously as you ignore him and make your way back to the dinner table, with Beomgyu trailing after you.

"Son!" You swear you almost choke on your saliva once you hear Mr. Choi call out the boy beside you. "Dont fucking tell me."

"Father." Beomgyu walks past you with an evident smirk on his lips as he gives you a short glance. You glare at him whilist he bows to his father before taking a seat beside Hobak.

You return to your seat beside Soobin as he hums and remember what he forgot to tell you, "Ah, I forgot to tell you earlier." Soobin looks at you, "This is Choi Beomgyu. My brother, which you already know but I suppose you dont know he's my brother."

You swear, you almost shout out of terror from all the shocks you've gotten today.

"So, dear," Mrs. Choi looks at you, "Where are you from?" She asks, "Well, I lost my memory, and Soobin and Hobak are currently trying to find a way to get them back." You nod as the older Choi's looked at you with pity.

General Beomgyu had a fair share of suprises at his house today. Your confession made him suprised too, this was the first time he ever heard this.

"You never told me that." Everyone turns to Beomgyu mumbling, as Mrs. Choi looked fazed. "I never found the time to...? I think the five of you are the only people who know." You break the awkward stares between you two.

"Hm, alright." He continues eating his food as the four other people stared at the two of you back and fourth.

Everyone finishes eating dinner as they called in for the servants to clean up as everyone left the dining room to assemble at the lobby.

"Hobak mentioned we're staying here, do we sleep together?" You whisper to Soobin as he stood beside you. He chuckled, "We sleep seperately. Well, the rooms are beside each other but we dont sleep beside each other."

"Ahh, okay." You nod. "Dont worry, just ask a servant for your room and they'll prepare it for you right away." Soobin reassures you as you feel a little bit relaxed. Your eyes roam around the room as you spot someone staring.

You notice General Beomgyu glancing over at you suspiciously, "What the heck does he want?" You raise a brow as you walk over to him.

"You've been looking like you want to tell me something." You cross your arms as he looks around for anyone nearby as he whispers, "Can we make a deal?"

"A deal?" You raise a brow. "Yes, General you genius! You are one of my keys to success!" You almost drool while daydreaming as he looks at you thinking you're weird.

He speaks, "I'm the governor of Daedo. Im sure Soobin forgot to tell you this." You gasp, "Really?!" You resist laughing like crazy out of happiness. He continues, "Since the Emperor can die any time, governors will present a concubine for the new emperor."

"I have to select one, but in the Choi family, there are barely women from my other uncles or other family members. My father already selected my female cousin, and I have no options left." You get where he's going as you sigh.

You reply, "So, its me?"

"Indeed."

You dont even think twice, "Sure." You shrug. He was a little startled by your sudden decision but it seemed as if he was desprate to find someone, so he didn't think much of it. "You'll be moving into the palace in a few days time. Enjoy your life here before you move into the palace." He warns, "You lose your freedom once you step into the palace."

"That is a disadvantage, but I need to. I dont have anything better to do anyways. I do wanna spend time with my companions for while. This is for success! I can escape anyways." You grin widely, "Im in."

You do notice Soobin in the side shaking his head in disapproval as he overheard your conversation. You definetely needed to talk to him and Hobak about this.

"You do know its dangerous." Soobin warns you, "Im not stopping you, but with someone like you with no sort of memory left, you might struggle." He crosses his arms. You three went upstairs to Soobin's room to discuss the matter at hand.

"Im pretty aware, but maybe this can be my new life. I know its a dangerous thing to do- but you've seen this country. Its terrible! Its dog shit!" You express. Hobak nods his head as Soobin thinks a little more.

"Plus, you guys can just visit me! And if you need some herbs in the palace..." Soobin's head perks up at your words, "Okay, I approve." He immediately approves as you laugh with his eyes sparkling.

Hobak was a little unusually quiet, "Bro, you okay?" You look at him as he stares at you with a blank face, before erupting into sobs.

"Who am I going to spill 'tea' with?! Who's going to be dramatic with me!?" He sobs as he shakes your shoulder which makes you wobble.

"Hey, you can just visit me." You laugh, "Plus, i'll make sure to have some tea to spill from the palace for you. Specially brewed." You and him giggle like maniacs with Soobin sighing once again for the hundredth time.

"Just make sure to visit!" You scrowl as Hobak nods while wiping his tears, as Soobin nods.

What a sudden suprise.

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siravalondulac · 1 month ago

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vii. the warrior

meet me in the dark, kiss me in the moonlight

asoiaf ff | jon snow x fem!oc

summary: jon is staring at elle again, but this time he notices some things he hasn't before word count: 1883 warnings: none

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The sun had already set and Jon had truly better things to do than watch Elle practising in the courtyard.

And yet here he was, leaning against a wooden pillar, following every movement of her arms, every step in the snow, every knife burying itself in its target.

Elle was a true master at what she was doing. Admittedly, Jon did not have a lot of experience nor knowledge with throwing knives, but the way she did it looked right. More than right. She flowed through the movements, not taking a single break between letting the daggers fly.

There was another thing Jon stared at. Another reason he couldn’t bring himself to step away from her. And that was her hair.

Elle’s hair looked dark brown at first glance. But when Jon looked closer he could see the roots appearing blonde, maybe even a lighter colour. Single strands throughout her braid appeared the same.

Had Elle dyed her hair? But why? Jon wrecked his brain trying to think of reasons for her to do this. He had heard that in the Free Cities - the place Elle had been born in - people coloured their hair as people in Westeros would their clothes. However, they mostly used vibrant colours like blue and green. So why choose a dark brown?

Jon wanted to ask Elle about it. Perhaps there existed an easy answer to all of it. But he knew he shouldn’t. Sansa had lectured him repeatedly on what one could and couldn’t ask a lady. And he knew that asking about hair colour certainly belonged in the latter group.

He felt silly for wasting so much of his time on this topic. It didn’t affect him, and shouldn’t matter to him. Still, there was something that-

“Would you like to try?”

The question ripped him out of his thoughts. Elle had her arm extended towards him, in her hand a simple dagger.

Jon opened his mouth, preparing to decline. He should, he knew that. But there was a part of him - and it wasn't small in any way - that wanted to spend more time with Elle. A part that wanted to be close to her. A part that wanted to touch her.

Jon hated that part of him, and yet he wasn't able to resist it.

His hand closed around the hilt of the dagger. “Sure.”

The smile she sent his way before retaking her position before the target surely made his decision worth it.

Elle carefully walked him through each step, one after the other. She showed him the proper footwork, the way he was supposed to hold the dagger in his hand, explained how he was meant to throw it before actually allowing him to do it. But even after it all, he missed the target by a metre.

She chuckled at his frown. “Do not worry, you will get the hang of it eventually.” She handed him another dagger. “You should have seen my first few attempts. It took a whole moon's turn to repair the palace walls.”

“It's a bit hard picturing you being bad at this.”

Her laugh made Jon forget the sun had already set. “Well, I have had seven years of practice. It is difficult not to be good at something after such a long time.”

“How old are you?”

“Six and ten. Why?”

He counted the years in his head. “So, you started with this when you were only nine?”

She raised her brow at his bewilderment. “No, I started when I was seven, right after I had arrived in Sunspear. And do not act so shocked, boys start their weapon's training at the same age.”

Jon blushed. “I- I'm sorry, I-”

“You do not have to apologise. I understand that you Westerosi view things a bit… differently.”

He understood that as well. Dorne's culture was so very different to the rest of the continent, he was surprised this was the first time they had encountered some sort of topic to argue over.

Elle let out a breath. “Would you like to continue?”

He nodded in response and took up position again. But before he could take his shot, Elle gently laid her hand on his arm.

“Lift up your elbow a bit.” She pressed his arm into position and Jon wished he wasn't wearing so many layers so that he could feel her skin directly on his. “And do not hold the dagger in such a tight grip. The goal is to lose it anyways.”

Jon wanted to reciprocate her smile if he hadn't realised in this moment how close she was standing. With her hand on his arm, her blue eyes even more intense on such a short distance, and her lips so close to his.

He blinked, coughed, and looked towards the target again. Distractions were terrible, he knew, no matter what they distracted him from; his work, the target, the watch…

He missed the target by an even greater distance this time. Elle let out a short laugh, but pressed her lips together as soon as she saw his face.

“I am sorry, I am sorry. Perhaps I am not as good a teacher as my father.”

“It's not that,” Jon replied. But before he could explain himself (he would have failed), a voice sounded across the yard.

“What's the matter, Lord Snow? Need a little girl to show you how to use your sword?”

Jon glowered at the man standing by the stairs. William, if his memory didn't fault him, was one of the men lurking around Ser Alliser at meal times, and he was as much of a scumbag as the rest of his friends.

He prepared himself to retort something sarcastic, something he might have told Theon back in Winterfell, but Elle was quicker.

“Maybe you would like to show me then. I am sure you know a lot more about this than I do.”

She batted her eyelashes at him, suddenly looking way too innocent for someone currently holding two knives in her hand.

William snorted and was about to turn away, but Elle continued.

"Please? I mean it. If you could show me some things, I would be sure to pay you back."

Was she implying what he thought she was? He wanted to be disgusted with her, but all he felt was a strange sense of jealousy.

A smirk spread across William’s face. He strolled towards the weapon’s stand and grabbed one of the longswords before taking a comfortable stand in the middle of the courtyard.

“What are you waiting for, little girl? Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly become too scared seeing me!”

Admittedly, Jon had not known Elle for that long of a time. But he knew enough of her and how she acted that this sinking feeling that she had something planned did not go away.

He laid a gentle hand on her upper arm. “Elle.”

She directed her smile at him and a shiver ran down his spine. “Do not worry, Jon. You will love this.”

He seriously doubted it.

Elle went towards the weapon stand as well, but she did not grab one of the swords but a spear. She twirled it in her hand as she walked over to William.

“I hope it is alright if I use one of these,” she said in a sickly sweet voice. “The swords are just too heavy for me.”

“You can use whatever you want, little girl.” He did a few slashes with his sword in response. “I’ll go easy on you.”

Elle got into a slight crouch, spear behind her back. “That sounds nice. Because I won’t.”

William wasn’t even remotely able to respond in time as Elle jumped forward, thrusting out her spear towards him. She knocked his sword to the side, hitting his hand right afterwards, leading William to drop it with a surprised cry of pain. She raised her spear quickly, pressing its tip into the man’s throat. A smirk adorned her face.

“I do apologise.” Elle removed her spear from his skin, taking a few steps back. “I did not properly inform you of my talents. But perhaps, now that you do know, you would like to go for another round? I am sure you will defeat me this time. After all, you are a skilled swordsman, are you not?”

Her voice was laced with this sickly sweet tone again that Jon had never heard from her before this day. After all their interactions, he still knew so desperately little of her.

(Then why did he always feel like he never wanted to be with anyone else?)

William angrily picked up his sword from the ground and - much like Elle before - immediately went to attack without further warning.

But different to William before, Elle was prepared. She jumped to the side, jabbing her spear into his back while doing so.

Elle smirked, which appeared to infuriate William even more. He once again tried to run against her with his sword, but she jumped aside again. And so it went again and again and again.

She’s toying with him, Jon realised. Elle had had several opportunities to disarm William and even bring him to his knees, but she had taken none of them. Even though the man’s anger worsened his ability to fight, she just let him continue to exhaust himself.

Jon wondered what she would look like in a real fight. Because even now, when she was only moving around her target, he was almost in a trance looking at her. Her movements flowed so seamlessly into each other, each step taken as if she was dancing. The spear fit for her style more than any other weapon. Jon had half a mind to ask her to spar with him afterwards.

Elle had had enough of the fight, apparently, because in a series of moves too fast for Jon to follow, she had disarmed William and with a swipe of leg had brought him to fall. Jon winced at the loud thump as the body hit the ground.

Elle kneeled down on William’s chest, one foot grinding down on his right arm. She leaned close towards his face and started telling him something, but it was too quiet for Jon to hear.

Finally, she cocked her head to the side, smiled, stood up, and walked towards Jon again.

“Is this why they let you stay?” Jon asked when she stood besides him again. He could see the chain of a necklace peeking up beneath her collar.

“They certainly did not obey Mormont simply by him asking nicely.”

Jon looked towards William. The man had a sour look on his face as he tried to brush off the dirt from his clothes. He threw one last angry glance towards Elle before stalking off.

“What did you say to him?”

“Oh, nothing of importance.”

Jon just wanted to turn towards Elle again, when his gaze got caught by a man standing on the parapets above the courtyard.

The man was none other than Ser Alliser Thorne, the bane of Jon’s existence.

But he had to be imagining it - either the man himself or the look on his face. Because if Jon didn’t know any better, he’d almost think Ser Alliser looked proud.

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dustdeepsea · 1 year ago

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legendsoffaerun · 6 months ago

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CASTMATES REQUESTED

The following characters have been requested by members.

Final Fantasy XV characters

Cloud, Aerith, Angeal from Final Fantasy VII

Aigis (Persona 3)

Claimed connected characters

Noctis (FF) Zack (FF) Minako (Persona)

PREMISE | RULES | MASTERLIST | INVITE | NAVIGATION

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zeroth-writes · 2 years ago

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UPDATES

So after months i finally updated my full masterlist

also i’m opening requests for ff vii again.

I’m currently playing crisis core reunion and would love some requests revolving around the characters and storyline from ccr :)

#update #Final Fantasy #final fantasy vii

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randomfandomimagine · 5 years ago

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Final Fantasy VII Masterlist Part 2

Series

More Than A Feeling [Cloud x OC] [WIP]

Cloud Strife

Gif Imagines

Singing To Comfort Cloud 💙

Cuddling Cloud When He’s Tired 💙

Ficlets

Stars In Your Eyes 💚🌟

Too Scared 💙

Heal My Heart 💙🌟

Distraction 💛

Flirt 💛

Holiday💛🌟

Fast Learner

Reunion 💚🌟

Don’t Be Like Me 💙

Drabbles

A Nervous Mess 💛

Love At First Sight 💛 // Love At Second Sight 💛

Dance With Me 💛

Zoo Date 💛

Not A Goodbye 💚

Scar 💙

May I Have This Dance? 💛

Headcanons

Dating Cloud Strife

Cloud Accompanying You To Get A Tattoo 💙

Kissing Cloud

Cloud And Puppies

Older Brother Cloud 🐻

Vulnerable Cloud

Cloud And S/O’s Pick Up Lines

Playing With Cloud’s Hair

Jealous Cloud

Cloud Coffee Shop AU

Cloud’s Baker S/O

Lazy Days With Cloud

Cloud’s Nerdy S/O With Glasses

Cloud Being Protective Of His S/O

Helping Cloud Fix His Motorbike

Reader Wearing Cloud’s Clothes

Cloud’s Reaction When You Run Away

Cloud’s S/O Getting Hurt With His Sword 💚

Cloud’s Lesbian Best Friend 🏳‍🌈

Prompts

“This is great. Thank you”

“I don’t care if you’re chubby or even fat, I still love you”

Maybe that little spontaneous trip was his thank you [Gif Submission]

“I didn’t mind it that much”

“There’s only one bed” “Don’t give me the puppy eyes” “Get out of my dreams and into my arms”

“Thanks for breaking my fall”

“See? He’s a softie”

Oneshots

Motion Sickness

About Time 💕

Busy 💕

Fics

Puppy

Zack Fair

Gif Imagines

Going On A Date Wtih Zack 🎁

Reuniting With Zack

Rainy Day In 🌟

Mornings With Zack 💛

Headcanons

Dating Zack Fair

Being Married To Zack

Adopting Kids With Zack

Zack And Birthdays

Being Zack’s Best Friend

Kissing Zack

Prompts

“Why are you crying?” “You could’ve died” “I should’ve told you a long time ago” 🌟

Oneshots

Freezing 💛

Aesthetics

Zack Fair

Tifa Lockhart

Headcanons

Dating Tifa Lockhart

Cuddling Tifa

Drabbles

Victory Ride

Prompts

“Youre bleeding!”

“Are you jealous?”

Aesthetics

Tifa Lockhart

Aerith Gainsborough

Gif Imagines

Aerith Teaching You The Names Of Flowers

Ficlets

Even From Afar 💛

Headcanons

Dating Aerith Gainsborough

Cuddling Aerith

Reno Sinclair

Gif Imagines

Spending Valentine’s Day With Reno 💘

Ficlets

Sworn Enemies

Bruised Soul 🖤

Headcanons

Dating Reno Sinclair

Reno Being Jealous

Reno And S/O Cuddling

Domestic Reno

Kissing Reno

Prompts

“So what if I was checking you out?”

“We have to be quiet” “I shouldn’t be in love with you” “Make me”

“You could have died” “Who did this to you?” “I think I’ve fallen in love with you”

Yuffie Kisaragi

Headcanons

Dating Yuffie Kisaragi

Yuffie’s Photographer Boyfriend

Aesthetics

Yuffie Kisaragi

Vincent Valentine

Gif Imagines

Vincent Having Feelings For You And Nanaki Comforting Him You Do Too

Headcanons

Dating Vincent Valentine

Jessie Rasberry

Prompts

“Why don’t you just admit you have a crush on me and get it over with?”

Biggs

Drabbles

Your Prince 💛

Kryptonite 💛

Headcanons

Dating Biggs

Visiting Leaf House With Biggs 🎃

Prompts

“Are you tired?” “Here, let me help you” “I’m exhausted”

“You’re so tense”

Denzel

Headcanons

Denzel’s Older Sibling

Oneshots

Siblings

Genesis Rhapsodos

Headcanons

Genesis On Halloween 🎃

Genesis Meeting S/O

Jealous Genesis

Genesis Looking After Sick S/O

Leslie Kyle

Gif Imagines

Being Leslie’s Fiancé And Reuniting With Him

Misc

Gif Imagines

Taking Denzel & Marlene Trick Or Treating 🎃🌼

Preferences

First I Love You

Cuddles

Fainting Spell

Hugging / Part 2 / Part 3

S/O With A Dog

You Get Embarrassed / Part 2

Headcanons

Being Aerith & Tifa’s Friend

Badass S/O With Cloud And Zack

Human Shield

Zack & CLoud’s Sick S/O

Cloud, Zack & Tifa Looking After S/O’s Kid

Turk Reader

S/O With Asperger

Zack & Reno’s S/O With Glasses

Angeal, Sephiroth & Genesis Show Reader Their Wings

Spending Valentine’s Day With Cloud, Tifa, Aerith & Yuffie 💘

Kissing Tifa, Aerith & Yuffie

Scenarios

Older Sibling

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ego-driven-one-wing-angel · 5 years ago

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FF VII - Headcanons | #19

ANON: I checked masterlist but there was no any writings for Biggs. Can I request him along with Cloud and Reno for jealousy/fluff HC? S/o is a bit jealous of the girl’s around them and guys are like”I’ll show you you don’t need to worry about it” or something?

A/N: My poor boi BIGGS hasn’t gotten any loving yet! So happy to see the first one!! I hope you enjoy! I also wrote some jealousy headcanons involving Cloud already, so I’ll just tag that right below~

OTHER FICS:

Sephiroth, Cloud, Zack and Vincent jealous headcanons found here

RENO REASSURING YOU AND BEING FLUFFY INCLUDES:

Reno is the TM Pretty Boy of the Turks. (You can even ask Rude). So he’s used to people flocking around him to ask questions and specifically, to ask if he’s single.

So after you’ve been together for a while, you already know the semi-fanclub he has for his fans. Some asking him even more personal questions about his love life, his favorite items, what he can offer the world in terms of other things.

It gets on your nerves at some point. And you bring it up one day while eating dinner with Reno.

At first he thinks you’re joking, giving his signature cocky smile as he takes a drink, but the seriousness of your expression warns him you’re not playing around, and he swallows his water before he continues.

But a much nicer, more serene expression envelops his face.

One that shows all his pretty teeth, a quick wink and finally “you don’t think they’re serious? Right?”

Followed by Reno chuckling to himself.

“I love you,” he’d say, watching that smile reappear on your face.

Later that night, Reno will surprise you with a surprise, and that surprise can be left to the imagination.

BIGGS REASSURING YOU AND BEING FLUFFY INCLUDES:

Biggs has had his fair share of being asked on a few dates, being part of the watchmen and all. He tends to be found across the slums. A real charismatic guy who can strike a conversation with just about anyone.

But it’s all in good fun, and if you ask him about it, or just get a little squeamish about the girl’s who flock to Seventh Heaven to get a pick at Biggs cleaning his gun, he’ll take the criticism with a full heart.

If you’ve been together for a while, he would already understand your quirks and ticks, but sometimes he lets those slips his mind as he’s preparing his next big plan with Jessie and Wedge. So reminding him what your uncomfortable with, he’ll give you a proud thumbs up, and perhaps a sweet kiss on the cheek.

And as the weeks roll by, you’ll notice he’ll start out most of his conversations with, “I’m taken,” simply to roll the interested eyes away. It might come off as a joke to some, but when he explains he’s in a much happier relationship with you, they understand, or so, he hopes.

And the first time you ever hear of it, you’re shopping alone in the shops, asking for items for both you and him. The shopkeeper takes one gander at you, and says “you Biggs S/O, right?” And he chuckles to himself, “one time I asked him what he wanted and he said I’m taken like a broken record. Should have seen the red on his face when he tried to explain.”

CLOUD REASSURING YOU AND BEING FLUFFY INCLUDES:

Cloud isn’t the most comfortable guy to be around. He’s a little mean, a little selfish, and above all, his friends behind him are just as intimidating as him, if not more.

So the girl’s who tend to circle around him are usually just Tifa, Aerith, and occasionally Jesse. Who have all had a thing for him at one point or another, but they’re also good friends, and put Cloud’s needs before theirs. Meaning, they wouldn’t dare disturb a blossoming relationship between you and him.

Not to mention, any strangers who tell him how handsome he is, or asking him on a date, his first words are either “not interested,” or “I already have someone.”

You don’t have to worry about dear old Cloud. He has the cuddle factor of a spiked up teddy bear, and his brash answers will surely keep most, if not all the suitors away.

#Final Fantasy #final fantasy vii #Final Fantasy 7 #final fantasy cloud #final fantasy reno #final fantasy biggs #biggs

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imagine-organization-xiii · 5 years ago

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Organization XIII As Characters from Final Fantasy VII

Masterlist 1/Masterlist 2/Coming Soon List

Buy me a coffee here!

Suggested by syd on Discord! This brought on a cool discussion about it and we all decided to do the FF games as separate posts because damn there are so many characters. You can find the other post about FFXV here.

I also included Crisis Core characters because i could not do a post about ffvii and not mention my boyfriend, Angeal Hewley

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Xemnas - Sephiroth

Xigbar - Zack Fair

Xaldin - Barret Wallace

Vexen - Hojo

Lexaeus - Angeal Hewley

Zexion - Red XIII

Saix - Tseng

Axel - Reno

Demyx - Yuffie Kisaragi

Luxord - Vincent Valentine

Marluxia - Genesis Rhapsodos

Larxene - Tifa Lockhart

Roxas - Cloud Strife

Xion - Aerith Gainsborough

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cringeattack · 7 years ago

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cringeattack's masterlist.

+ read my books / other fan fiction here.

i. birthday surprise it’s dan’s birthday and you surprise him.

ii. arguments fighting with dan would include the ff.

iii. play date fic based off of the song by melanie martinez.

iv. play date pt. two continuation of the first story.

v. envious jealous dan.

vi. hangover being hungover with dan would include the ff.

vii. don’t leave fic based off of the song by snakehips & MØ.

viii. tipsy being drunk with dan would include the ff.

ix. collar full based off of the song by p!atd

x. smitten dan running his fingers through your hair

xi. movie night accidentally grabbing dan’s crotch.

xii. never been better dan injuring himself while trying to impress you.

xiii. spin the bottle dan crushing on you at a halloween party

xiv. board games date night with dan

xv. wash it away having a shower with dan after a stressful day

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mooglepalooza · 8 years ago

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Masterlist has been updated!

Be sure to check out some of the blogs we recently added! Go here to see the full masterlist and go here to be added~

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siravalondulac · 24 days ago

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vii. oh, to be saved by a beautiful knight in shining armour

a heart so golden, a sun so bright

asoiaf ff | fem!oc centric

summary: a damsel in distress meets her knight word count: 4507 warnings: none

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Helena had been sitting tied to the tree since the men who had taken her had set up camp, and she was starting to have troubles seeing her situation in a positive light.

Every mile they rode they distanced themselves further from her home, and from any possible help. She wasn’t even sure if they were still in the Riverlands.

The men were Lannister soldiers, of that there was no doubt, even if they didn’t wear their pompous gold and red armour. She was surprised they hadn’t touched her inappropriately yet. Perhaps women did not interest them in that way. That would certainly make them the perfect candidates for this kind of mission.

She shifted around awkwardly once again. Her first time travelling her own lands should not be this uncomfortable. She was supposed to be sitting in a nice carriage, in clean clothing, with her ladies by her side. Not in the mud with who-knew-what crawling around the forest floor.

She was so cold. All her cloaks lay safely back at her castle, and the heat of the fire the soldiers had started did not even remotely reach her. Now, with night having fallen, her situation was unlikely to improve.

The soldiers didn’t even pay attention to her. Sure, one sometimes looked over to her as if to make sure she was still there, but that was about it. At least they remembered to bring her water from time to time.

It was almost as if the orders they were given meant nothing to them. Just another day in the war, just another lady captured, just another-

“Stay calm.”

The voice sounded from behind her tree. It was low and hushed, but she could faintly make out that it likely belonged to a man. Perhaps a knight of her father’s, finally here to rescue her.

“I will cut you free now, but you must not move yet.”

The ropes around her body loosened.

If she was being honest, this wasn’t quite what she had envisioned her rescue to look like. She had wanted a grand spectacle, a whole group of brave knights galloping in and slaying her captors, before the most handsome of them helped her onto his horse and brought her home.

The man behind the tree, however, seemed to work alone. An assumption that proved itself correct when he next spoke up.

“I will create a distraction. As soon as their attention is diverted, you run.”

Helena had about a thousand questions. What distraction should she look out for? Did it count if the soldiers simply turned their heads away from her? Where to should she run? (Not in the soldiers’ direction, that she knew at least.)

Something told her the knight had not thought this rescue attempt quite through.

A quiet rustle sounded from the other side of the small clearing they were in. Then another. One of the soldiers stood up and put his hand on his sword hilt, while even the others faced away from her.

That would likely be her sign.

She threw the ropes on the ground, jumped up, and ran in the opposite direction.

The forest ground was uneven, littered with roots and stones and small bushes that pulled at her dress. She stumbled several times, hitting her shoulders on the trees she ran past and brushing her hands against things she did not want to know the origin of.

Shouts rang from behind her. The soldiers had noticed her disappearance, and were now coming for her.

A hand wrapped around her right wrist. She was about to scream when a voice whispered, “Hush! It is me.” The knight pulled at her arm. “This way.”

They continued running through the woods together, the voices growing louder every step they took.

She had hoped to get a glimpse at her saviour, yet he had the hood of his cloak drawn over his head, concealing his face. Hopefully it wasn’t because he was ugly.

The man pulled her towards a white horse, where he let go of her and instantly swung himself up. He held out his hand for her.

“Quick, before they catch up.”

Luckily, a stray log lay directly next to the horse (as if he had anticipated this), which helped her get on behind the knight.

“Hold on tight.”

And before she even had her arms wrapped around his middle properly, they had taken off.

She had never sat upon a horse, and she realised that riding at full speed through a thick forest was likely not the best idea for one’s first time. So all she was able to do was cling to the man’s woollen shirt and pray she would not fall off.

Branches pulled at her dress and the wind whipped her hair around. She buried his face in the man’s neck so that at least a part of her was protected.

They rode like this for longer than she might have liked. Yet she also felt that when they slowed down and eventually came to a stand still, they had not brought enough distance between the soldiers and themselves.

The knight jumped off with ease, and then helped her get down.

Rising before them was a small yet steep incline, with a willow standing on top of it, its branches falling down far enough that anyone hiding on the bottom would be easily overseen.

“We are too far away from any villages or castles, so this will have to do for tonight,” the man said, leading his horse towards the willow.

She followed hesitantly.

“You may go to sleep, my lady. I will keep watch.”

She certainly was tired, very much so, but did she trust this man enough to watch over her? And would she pass up this opportunity to finally ask him who he was?

“Rest,” he repeated. “We have a long way ahead of us tomorrow.”

If he wanted her dead, why would he have saved her? And something about his presence calmed her. She couldn’t say why, but she trusted the man, and her instincts had never betrayed her yet.

What was life without a bit of risk?

For a single moment after waking up, she wondered where she was.

Then she remembered.

The willow's branches swayed in the breeze above her, letting soft rays of sunlight break through to her. A green cloak laid over her body.

The ground hadn't been much of an improvement as a bed over being tied to a tree. And her yellow dress had now certainly been ruined beyond repair.

It had been beautiful, before all this. Billowing sleeves and floating skirts, made out of the finest silks her father's money could import, the seamstresses had copied the style from one of her mother’s gowns she had taken with her from Yi-Ti. Helena had been gifted quite a few of those as well, but this one had been only hers. And now it was destroyed.

She slowly got up from the ground, cloak in hand, and stepped through the leaves.

A small campfire had been lit. The horse was grazing in the distance, its saddle lying over a stone, with a bag resting next to it. A river ran a few metres ahead, gently pattering about. And in its middle stood a woman.

A woman with golden curls that seemed to glow in the sun. With the same woollen shirt that the man from last night would have worn. Who stood in the water with the grace and certainty that only a knight could muster.

Was that who had saved her the night before?

Her mind wandered to the songs she had heard back at home; tales of a woman, valiant, daring, beautiful, who stood up for those in need, who didn’t back down even when it got difficult. A woman with hair as golden as her heart.

She had thought her to be a myth, a way to bring back hope to the downtrodden people of the Riverlands - gods knew they needed it with the war. And yet… here she stood.

The woman suddenly shot her arms downwards, pulling out a fish from the water. It wiggled around as she carried it to land, and Helena hurriedly looked away before the woman brought the stone down on the fish’s head.

Silence, for a moment. Then steps sounded across the grass, drawing nearer, and making her gaze move forward again.

The woman was even more beautiful up close. The upper half of her hair was drawn back, accentuating the sharp lines of her face, while the rest of her golden curls cascaded down her shoulders. And her eyes…

Gods, her eyes seemed like they had captured the colour of the spring sky, bright and blue and hopeful.

“My lady,” the woman said with a smile. Her voice was the same as the one the previous night, and yet even now Helena couldn’t quite see how it belonged to a woman. Perhaps because she had imagined a different face to it every time she had heard it.

“I hope you slept well,” she continued.

All she could do in response was nod.

Helena couldn’t quite grasp how a person could be this pretty. Perhaps she had died last night and entered one of the Seven Heavens, and had now encountered the Maiden herself.

“Oh, how rude of me,” the woman laughed, holding out her hand. “I am Elle.”

“Helena.”

Elle took ahold of her hand and brought it up to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

Oh, gods!

“I have always wanted to do that,” Elle giggled before skipping away and sitting down by the campfire.

She shook her head, trying desperately not to think about how soft the lips had felt on her skin, and joined her on the ground.

Elle started preparing the fish, the dagger she used seeming entirely too valuable for this task.

She handled the dagger like she was born to. Like she could hit a target over thirty metres away.

“I apologise in advance if the food is not quite what you are used to, my lady,” she said with a laugh. “I am afraid I am not quite-”

“Are you the Golden Paladin?”

Elle blinked, then cocked her head. “The what?”

What a stupid question. Of course she was, everyone who looked at her would realise it.

“The Golden Paladin,” she said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “I've heard the songs about you, you're a hero!”

She had halted her movements. “What- What songs?”

“Have you never heard them? Strange, considering they are all about you. “Golden Paladin and the Sheriff of Vypren”, “Golden Paladin's Chase”, “How A Dagger Embarrassed A Frog” - that one is my favourite - or “Golden Paladin and the Flowers of High Heart”.” She looked at Elle's face, her eyes lowered to the ground, something akin to… hope in them. “Are you sure you never heard them?”

“I have never even heard the name Golden Paladin before.”

No, this was not right. She had to be. Everything about her fit - the hair, the dagger, the bravery, the cloak, the ease in which she laughed.

“So it's not you?”

“Yes- I mean no- I mean-” Elle paused, and took a breath. “The events those songs describe all sound like things I did, I simply have not been aware that people have assigned me a name over it. And then, I mean I am not even a knight, nor do I stand in service to a lord, why would anyone call me a paladin?”

“You could find someone to knight you!” Helena called excitedly. “Someone as legendary as you should have no problem with that.”

“No one would want to knight a woman.”

“You are a fairy tale come to life. You save people at no benefit to yourself, you are so focused on your task that you did not even realise people worshipped you. If anyone deserves a knighthood, it's you.”

Elle stayed quiet. She took her dagger back into her hand, and continued her rudimentary cooking.

She was… strange, and not at all what Helena had expected of the Golden Paladin. But then again, songs never told the full story.

Helena watched her turn the fish over the fire for several minutes, before she spoke up again.

“Did my father send you?”

“Not me, specifically.” Elle kept her gaze on the fire. “He sent out a plea to all the knights in the land to find you. And I took on that challenge.”

“So you have never met him?”

“No, but I will once I bring you home.” She looked up with a smile, and Helena skipped a breath seeing her mesmerising eyes again. “He seems to love you a lot, based on how desperate his beg was to find you.”

“He does.” Then she laughed. “But not as much as he does my mother.”

“Your mother is not from Westeros, is she?”

“No, she was born in Yi-Ti. By all accounts, my parents should have never met, least of all fallen in love, which makes the story all the more romantic.”

Elle didn't say anything, only smiling and sometimes flicking her eyes towards the fish, so she saw this as permission to continue.

“My grandmother was a merchant on a grand ship called “Brave Maid”. She saw everything there was to see in the world, and once she had my mother she took her with her on her journeys. And then, one day, they ended up on the shores of Westeros.

“My father was in King's Landing to swear allegiance to King Robert at the time, and when he wandered the city he encountered my mother on the docks. He always says it was a meeting of happenstance, but I know better. It had to have been destined by the gods, how else would a merchant's daughter from Yi-Ti and the Lord of Cherrycross have met?

“They only spent a week together, yet the Gods did not want them parted. Soon, my grandmother’s work led her to Seaguard, where my mother happened upon my father once more. And that was when both knew they could not spend their lives apart. My mother accompanied my father back to his castle, where they married on the shores of the Tumblestone. And then, a year later, they had me.” She sighed happily. “I love telling this story.”

“I can tell,” Elle answered with a chuckle.

Helena could have sworn Elle was about to say something else, but she must have convinced herself otherwise. Instead, she simply handed her her food.

Helena ate the cooked fish, as well as some berries and an apple, and washed it all down with cold river water. Eating without cutlery was a strange sensation, as well as having to endure the fish without any sauce or seasoning or vegetables, but she made do.

She didn't talk, as it was bad manners to do so while eating, and even though they were sitting in the dirt, she was still a noble woman. So she stared at Elle instead.

Her clothing wasn’t really anything a proper lady might wear. A dirty white linen shirt under a dirty brown woollen tunica, paired with a pair of dirty dark brown pants and dirty worn-out boots. None of it seemed to fit together, and she wondered when the last time was when any part of it had had a proper wash.

And yet she still felt unnaturally drawn to her. Perhaps it was because Elle was so unlike every other lady she had ever interacted with - and there was no doubt she was a lady, not with the way she held herself (and called her ‘my lady’ instead of ‘m’lady’).

Which made her being the Golden Paladin all the more exciting! A noble woman giving up a life of comfort to help the downtrodden, all under disguise and with no benefit to herself. Now that was a story worth telling.

“What did those men want from you?” Elle suddenly asked.

“I am my father's heir, unmarried, and not betrothed,” she answered. “Our keep lies upriver of Riverrun. If one were to use the Tumblestone to get to the castle, they would have to pass us, making undetected invasions from the Westerlands near impossible.”

“Who would they have married you to?”

“I’m about as wise as you are on that. The soldiers didn’t really want to talk to me.” She pulled at the hems of her sleeves. “Perhaps some Lannister cousin or uncle or whatever, they seem to have those in spades.”

Eventually, Elle stamped out the fire and went to saddle her horse. Helena took the time to wash her hands and face in the river while refusing to further inspect exactly how badly damaged her dress was.

Once she returned, Elle draped the green cloak over her shoulders and helped her up on the horse.

“Do you not want to ride as well?” she asked as they set off.

“I have been walking on my own for over three moons now, I think I can manage.” She smiled up at her. “But thank you for your concern, my lady.”

Helena blushed at that.

Their ride back to Cherrycross took five days, much shorter than what it had taken the soldiers.

She tried to get things out of Elle - where she was from, who her family was, what had led her to the Riverlands - yet she masterfully evaded all her questions.

And if she was being honest with herself, that was part of the allure.

The only thing she did draw out of her was the name of her horse - Starlight. After Nimueh Starlight, the heroine of legends.

The sun stood high in the sky when they finally reached her keep, and Helena couldn’t be happier. She was sore from all the riding, tired of sleeping on the forest ground, and hungry for real food.

The gate was opened as soon as they were spotted by the guards and Helena could have sworn Elle started walking just the smallest bit more upright as they crossed into the courtyard.

Shouts rang, and people came running towards them.

Elle helped her down the horse like she had done the past few days, and took a step back as soon as the first person threw themselves around her neck.

“I am so glad you’re alright!” Hue shouted in her ear.

She embraced her sister tightly. “As am I.”

“We were all sick with worry, I think father was close to falling unconscious at several points. But not me, I stood on the walls waiting for your return every day. There was not a chance you would have had to wait outside the gate. How did you escape, anyways?”

Hue had, even at four and ten, never quite grown out of her stormy demeanour, and there was little chance she ever would.

“I was saved by the Golden Paladin,” she grinned, nodding towards Elle.

Her sister whipped around, eyes wide, mouth open.

Elle stood by her horse, smiling politely and bowing her head.

“Oh, you have to tell us everything!” Her sister grabbed her hand and pulled her after her. “Let’s go find our parents.”

They ran across the yard and up the main stairs, past the servants going about their business, through the old wooden door and then right into the great hall.

The room was bustling with activity. Petitioners lined up before the seats at the back of the hall, guards standing against the walls and on the dais, each wearing coats emblazoned with the golden Terrick hawk, while a soft breeze drew in from the opened windows.

Her father sat beside her mother on the dais, their chairs marking them as true equals. A man stood before them, likely one of the farmers asking for assistance or reporting on the harvest. She started making her way through the crowd, eyes trained forward, waiting for the moment either of them noticed her.

It ended up being her mother. She grabbed her husband’s arm, standing up from her chair, staring at her in disbelief. Her father looked first towards his wife, then towards what she was staring at. He jumped up, and they both started running down the dais, ignoring every other person in the hall.

Helena met them half-way, and threw herself into her parents’ arms.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered in the space between them, pressing them even closer to herself.

It look them far too long to seperate themselves from each other, but she did not care about the court's opinion.

Her mother moved back, eventually, yet cupped Helena's cheek in what could only be described as disbelief over having her back.

“My daughter Helena has returned,” her father called out to the room. Cheers sounded at his proclamation.

Her mother pushed a strand of Helena’s hair behind her ear, inspecting one of the fading bruises on her cheek. “How did you escape?”

She smiled, and turned towards the door. There, next to a guard and seemingly trying not to attract unneeded attention, she stood.

“Mother, father,” she said with a raised voice, to ensure the entire room would hear her. “May I present to you the Golden Paladin.”

A murmur went through the crowd. Elle stepped forward and bowed deeply, her golden hair falling over her shoulders, catching the light falling through the windows.

“My lord, my lady.”

“Is it true?” her father asked. “Are you the figure the singers praise?”

“Yes, my lord. Though the truths of my accomplishments are likely much more mundane than what you have heard.”

He nodded absentmindedly. “Do you have a name?”

“Elle, my lord.”

“Elle who?”

She hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. “Nothing. Just Elle.”

“Well then, Elle.” Her father let go of her and took a step forward. “Despite my… personal feelings on your “accomplishments”, you did save my daughter and brought her back to us. For this one thing, I ask, how shall I repay you?”

“You really do not have to repay me for anything, my lord. I help because I want to, and because I can, not for any kind of compensation or reward.”

Elle sometimes seemed too good to be true, as if someone plucked her from one of the tales of chivalry and righteousness and dropped her in the real world. Helena knew she was correct for ignoring everyone who had ever told her true knights didn’t exist.

“There has to be something I can give you,” her father said.

Elle tried to say something, but Helena interrupted her.

“I have an idea.”

She smiled. Yes, she did have one. And it was a good one. One worthy of the history books.

“Father, how would you reward Elle if she were a man?”

He raised an eyebrow, contemplating. “I would knight her, if she hadn’t been already.”

“Then why aren’t you doing it?”

“Because she isn’t a man, Helena.”

“But-” She stepped forward with a raised voice, conscious of their onlookers- “Elle encompasses the virtues of a knight more than any man I know. She is brave and kind, she puts herself in danger to protect those who cannot protect themselves, she confronts those who harm and abuse others, no matter how powerful they are. If you ask me, Elle is the truest knight of all.”

Her father seemed taken aback. He cocked his head, his gaze switching between her and her mother. “It has never been done before.”

“Actually-” Elle suddenly said. “There have been quite a few female knights over the centuries, most of them Dornish. Several of House Martell’s daughters after Nymeria were knighted, or Ser Allyria Dayne, who became a Sword of the Morning and defended Starfall against northern invaders. House Gardener had a habit of knighting every heir to their kingdom, which resulted in a handful of lady knights as well. Only since Jaehaerys I have there been no female knights.” Her eyes flickered around the room, a light blush spreading on her face. “My apologies for speaking out.”

“Never apologise for speaking your truth,” her mother said. She then looked at her husband with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “They both make quite the case.”

He frowned at her mother. “Liên, you know I cannot knight the Golden Paladin. Of all people! She has already caused such an uproar, and who knows what ideas a knighthood will put into her head.”

Helena’s gaze darkened. She had known, of course, that her father had never lost a positive word about the Paladin, but she had to convince him of this. She could not let Elle leave without a knighthood.

“But father,” she tried once more. “You have nothing to fear from her. Do you support House Lannister? Do you mistreat our people? As you said, if Elle were a man you’d knight her. You are the one always talking about changing the order of things to make room for the ones not like us.” She smiled at her mother. “This is your chance to prove you stand behind your words.”

The look on his face shifted, from being offended to looking proud. Then he smiled and clapped his hands. “My daughter is right. It is about time something changes in these lands. Someone bring me a sword!”

Helena wanted to scream in joy. A lady was being knighted right before her eyes, and she was the cause for it! And there were so many people watching - it wouldn't take long for this story to spread.

She grinned at Elle, expecting her to share in her happiness. And she did, mostly.

Her face seemed a whirlwind of emotions - shock, hope, fear, euphoria, but also unease.

“My lord, I am not sure I deserve this honour. Most of my time is spent rebuilding towns, not fighting-”

“Nonsense!” he called out, accepting a sword from his guard Hektor. “Now, on your knee.”

Elle looked towards her. Why was she still dreading this? Didn't she want this?

Helena nodded with a wide smile. Elle looked around the room once more, before she took a deep breath and knelt before her father, eyes fixed on the ground.

"Elle.” He touched the sword to her right shoulder. "In the name of the Warrior I charge you to be brave." He lifted the sword and touched her left shoulder. "In the name of the Father I charge you to be just." Back to the right. "In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent." The left. "In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women, in the name of the Crone I charge you to be wise, and in the name of the Smith I charge you to be diligent in your duties. I charge you to fulfil these oaths until the Stranger comes for you.” He removed the sword and took a step back. “Rise, Ser Elle of the Riverlands.”

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