#foreign affairs fanfic

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CFWC Fics & Art of the Week Sep 10-16, 2023

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+

BLADES OF LIGHT & SHADOW

CRIMES OF PASSION

Sebastyan Thorne 🎨 - @chersonesse

DESIRE DECORUM

For Love & Duty (Series) ✒️ | Ernest Sinclaire x F!OC - @noesapphic Chapter 4: The King's Consent

FOREIGN AFFAIRS

Forbidden Romance (Series) ✒️ | f! Blaine Hayes x M!OC - @the-things-we-hide Chapter 29

GUINEVERE

Somewhere Only We Know ✒️ | Guinevere x Artura - @inlocusmads

OPEN HEART

[the-things-we-hide]

Chapter 29 out now. Thanks for waiting 🫶🏻

[shadowshaman]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Foreign Affairs (Visual Novel) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: female mc/blaine hayes, Blaine Hayes/Main Character (Foreign Affairs) Characters: Blaine Hayes, Tatum Mendoza, Dionne Serrano Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Mutual Pining Summary:

A rewrite of the attack in the woods, and a look into Blaine finding out what happened.

[askinkiskarma]

Illicit Affairs | Chapter I: Willow

Pairing: Neteyam x f!Human!Reader

Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of death and disease

WC: 3,4k words

A/N: Sooo.. I kinda did something. This is the first fanfic I have written that will actually see the light of day, and also the first piece of writing (outside of master's dissertations, papers, scientific essays etc) that I have done since probably high school, which is longer ago than I'd like to admit. Anyway, I have been hyperfixated on Avatar recently, ATWOW fully bringing back my love and obsession for Pandora that I have had since 2009. I adore the new movie and the Sully kids, but I have a special place in my heart for Neteyam, so here we go. Let me know what you guys think. I work full time as a PhD student, so I'll try my best to write in my spare time and hopefully I can get this done the way I truly want to. This story is also loosely inspired by the incredible @forever--darling and her "One of Us" Neteyam fanfic, which I adore and have probably memorised by now with the amount of times I have read it.

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife And if it was an open-shut case I never would've known from that look on your face Lost in your current like a priceless wine

“Wake up, Ace. It’s late already and there’s so much to do today, remember?” Norm’s voice pulled you out of a beautiful dream, one where you were flying on your chosen Ikran, high above the clouds, the worries…this lab. Albeit hard to swallow, you were almost relieved to be woken up, as feeding out-of-reach fantasies and dreams could lead to no good, anyhow. 

“I’m up… Jesus, Norm.” You felt yourself rise from your warm and comfortable bed and the feeling of your bare feet touching the cold, hard floor of the living quarters of the lab made you swallow a curse. 

“We left you some breakfast, get ready and meet us in the lab in 30, okay? We have the samples ready for you and you can run them after we’ve talked it through.” 

“Aye, aye, captain.” 

This was your life. You, among a few other people, were one of the only humans left on Pandora after the war took them back to Earth more than 17 years ago. Unlike the others, though, you were born here, on this foreign planet, the only home you’ve ever known. There was one more, a beautiful, feisty young man with a dark heritage, who liked to think that he is as much Pandoran as the actual natives. His name was Spider, and although you grew up together, there was not much you could say you had in common. He was wild and adventurous, has been his whole life; fully willing to immerse himself in the Na’vi ways and almost demanding a place amongst the people.

Although you have your doubts, he says the people were accepting of him, as he managed to befriend the most important family of the nearby Omatikaya tribe: the Sullys. Jake Sully, a former dream walker, rose to prominence as Toruk Makto, rider of Last Shadow. He brought multiple clans together to defeat the Sky People in their brutal quest for wealth and colonisation. He succeeded, after which he became Olo’yektan, leader of the Omatikaya. He is now fully Na’vi, after completing a consciousness transfer that allowed him to leave behind his human form and forever live as one of the people. It had never been done before. Jake was a great man, who became a mediator between the Na’vi and the humans left on Earth. His children, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk, were brought up to know English and be accepting of everyone, regardless where they came from, as long as they had pure intentions and a strong heart. Spider was considered one of them. And, surprisingly, you were, too. 

Your mum was a medic and researcher, brought here many moons ago to assist the Dr. Grace Augustin and her team in their quest to understand Pandora and its miraculous biology. Your dad, a former Master Sergeant in the US Air Force, joined the RDA for their military purposes. You never met your dad. He died when the Sky People attacked, although no one knows for sure which side he ended up taking. Your mum didn’t even know she was pregnant with you at the time, that’s how new everything was. Your mum loved your dad and she maintained her belief that he ended up doing the right thing in the end. You believed that as a child, but now are not so sure. Nevertheless, you still kept his dog tag, in a drawer at the bottom of your desk, a reminder of where you come from and what mistakes not to repeat. 

Your mum died where you were 10. It was the worst day of your life. The cancer, which slowly spread in the beginning, overtook her being one faithful day, which you will never be able to erase from your memory. There is no chemotherapy, no radiation therapy, no drugs that could have prevented this, not here, not on Pandora. Your mum made a decision to remain on this planet she loved more than her own and it eventually killed her. She had no regrets, she said. She was happy to have lived and loved and died here, among Eywa. The Na’vi loved her. She was good friends and a mentor to Neytiri and Jake, both of whom agreed to give her a Na’vi send off. You were there that day, one of the few times you had visited the Home Tree. You remember the pouring rain, falling so hard it washed away the tears spilling from your eye almost as soon as they emerged. You remember Lo’ak and Kiri, your beautiful friends that have always been there for you, mourning with you. Your mum was their favourite aunt. She introduced them to music and films, and showed all of you her favourite books and painters and made sure you all understood that humans, despite their many flaws, have beauty and love and good in them, that no matter what, will prevail. “It will prevail because of you. Because you will carry it along and share it. You will revel in the beauty and fight to bring it back because what better way is there to live?”

You finished breakfast quickly, some dry toast with some fruit Kiri brought you the last time she visited and made your way back to the lab. You found Norm and Max, alongside two other human scientists, Tim and Claire, sitting on chairs next to the lab benches, discussing plans for the week. 

“There she is, the brightest of us all.” You smirked at the compliment, raising your eyebrows in amusement and sitting down next to Claire. 

“You’ve done great work last week, Ace The ELISAs show promise that Relensa might have some effect against this type of Pandora virus. I need you to now repeat it with the samples we’ve provided and also include a different type of positive control to the experiment, if possible.”

“Will do. How about a combination therapy? I know Relensa is not the only type of anti-viral therapy we have available. Amantidin, maybe? We have to go at this from all angles, you know?” 

“Our Amantidin reserve is running severely short, but give it a try. Try a dose-response? Maybe 100 nano molars to 1 micro molar? Try 1milimolar as a positive control?”

This was your life. Unlike Spider, you avoided the clan. You did not want to be the walking reminder of everything they’ve lost. You were happy to sit back and dedicate your life to helping from the shadows. Your mum was a medic and a researcher, one of the brightest in the world. She wrote the book on Na’vi anatomy and physiology, she wanted to understand the people and hopefully help them mitigate losses brought by disease. You continued that work. Although young, you learned everything there was to learn. Not like you had anything else to do. You worked as a scientist and a nurse and a doctor if needs be. You patched humans up, stitched their wounds, ran experiments on Pandora pathogens and tried to find a cure against viral and bacterial diseases that plagued the Na’vi. You spent your life in the lab, and in the adjacent hub, learning, working out and playing the guitar and piano your mum taught you when you were really young. You couldn’t say you loved it, loved being here all the time, but you were content knowing you were, in your own way, making up for your species’ past mistakes. 

Around lunchtime, you heard commotion from the entryway. A very familiar voice reverberated through the hallways. Your lips raised in a soft smile. Lo’ak. 

Removing your lab coat, goggles and gloves, you made your way towards the origin of the sound. The tall, much-taller-than-you young man picked up a breathing mask from the designated shelf and waved at you with unwavering enthusiasm. You loved this boy. Your brother, for all intents and purposes, your partner-in-crime for all time. He loved you, too, you knew that, and you thought in a different life, in a different universe, you were soulmates, braving life’s tough storms together. 

“Brought you lunch, angel.” Your nickname for you made you roll your eyes. You hated it, but the more you hated it, the more he used it so you remained silent. “I thought you could use a break from the stale excuse you guys call food around here.” 

Lo’ak spoke English with you most of the time. He took to your parents’ (and his dad’s) culture the most out of all the kids. You spent a lot of your childhood together, hunched around a computer with old reruns of shows your mum loved in her youth, shows and movies that were way before even her time. She said she loved seeing what Earth looked like before humans killed their mother. Shows like Gilmore Girls, Friends and Modern Family were some of her favourites. You devoured them as a child, and Lo’ak did so too, with you. You drove her crazy as children, and drove Norm and Max crazy as teenagers, both trying to understand references and sayings, buildings and activities, games and idiosyncrasies. The Earth you grew up watching and reading up was beautiful, a star in the night sky you will never be able to touch. 

Lo’ak made his way to the dining room of the hub, and lay several carefully-packed items on the table. Fresh teylu, cooked over fire and Pandora vegetables, all full of colour and flavour, all much better than anything that could come out of this place. You realise that you are starving as soon as you lay your eyes on them. Before you even sat down, you dug your fingers in and quickly ate some teylu, groaning at the delicious sweet meaty flavour. It was your favourite, and Lo’ak knew. He laughed at your apparent desperation and motioned for you to sit down. You obliged, and you both sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company and the food he provided. 

“How’s training going? I haven’t seen you in a few days.” 

“I die a little bit inside every time you make me remember I spend my days training like a little robot. It’s going fine. Tiring, you know? My dad is fully back in his Marine ways. He knows it’s been enough time that the humans are bound to return sooner or later. He says they’d never leave this world, and all its untapped riches alone without a fight. So it’s a lot of military training… if we walk like them, talk like them and fight like them, it might bring us some sort of advantage, you know?” 

“Yeah, I know. I know it’s a pain, but he’s only doing this to protect you guys. He’s right. The humans are bound to return one day and when they do, we have to be prepared.” He doesn’t know this, but you have also been training, learning about guns, going through your dad’s old manuals and whatever else the RDA has left behind that could possibly be of use. You use the guns that are in the hub to learn how to aim, shoot, strip field, reload and clean the weapons, so you too can be prepared when the time comes. You might be stuck in a weak human body, but you will not be weak. 

“Neteyam’s driving me nuts. He used to be fun, remember that? He’s such a killjoy, it’s hard to stomach being around him anymore. He’s always giving out orders, always making sure everything is in order and perfect, like him. He’s been training like crazy, and sticking to my dad like he’s some sort of fungus you can’t get rid of. Drives me crazy.”

“Hey, don’t talk about your brother like that. There’s a line, Lo’ak. Neteyam only wants the best for you guys, and he’s the oldest. He has to carry the burden of being the responsible one while you guy cause mischief all the time.” 

Neteyam, Jake and Neytiri’s oldest, is more Na’vi than all the other children combined, in both looks and personality. Whilst the two middle children, Lo’ak and Kiri have five fingers, eyebrows and a more human appearance, Neteyam is all Neytiri. He’s tall and lean and seems like he was born with a bow in hand. A true warrior, you always found him a tad intimidating. Just like his mum, he has his apprehensions about humans and avatars, and although he used to come to the hub quite often when he was younger, mostly to keep an eye on his siblings, the visits have become a rarity as of recent times. 

You wonder how the young man changed in the time you haven’t seen him. You used to be close as children, or at least that’s what you thought. Whereas Spider took to Lo’ak and Kiri, their mischievous personalities a good match for each other, you took to the oldest Sully boy. He was quiet and thoughtful, and he used to look at you like a puzzle he was trying to solve, but couldn’t. He used to sit in the back as you used to play piano, and his gaze on you used to make your skin blush and your heart race. You tried not to think about the pang of hurt that rose in your chest as you remembered that he essentially abandoned you, without so much as a farewell. 

“Earth to Y/N, are you still there?” Lo’ak interrupted your train of thought and you were half grateful that you didn’t have to think about Neteyam anymore. 

“Sorry. You were saying?”

“I was saying you’re right, I know I should be more understanding, I am happy I don’t have to be the one to carry all of responsibility, but it’s hard not to hold a grudge when it seems my brother was abducted by aliens and replaced with a weird, no-fun replica of himself.” 

You groaned at the young Sully’s ongoing verbal attacks, but said no more. Whatever was going on between the two Sully boys was, at the end of the day, none of your business. 

“Anyway…” Lo’ak started, a mischievous grin appearing on his beautiful face, “I know something you don’t.” 

“Mmm, what is that?”

“I’m not telling you, but let’s just say I think it will make you very happy.” 

“Well that’s just cruel. You know I hate surprises.”

After lunch, Lo’ak joined you in the recreation hub, where you kept a guitar and the piano that the humans left behind. You didn’t feel like going back to work just yet. You sat down on the cold floor and picked up your copy of Pride and Prejudice, your mum’s favourite book. The book was coming apart at the seams, worn down from all the times you have held it in your hands, as if gripping it tighter would bring her back to you, even if for only a split second. You sighed as you passed the book to Lo’ak and motioned for him to put it on the table next to him.

“Sing for me, will you? I missed hearing your voice.” 

You smiled up at him. Nobody knew you like Lo’ak did. Nobody accepted you the way Lo’ak did. Both of you felt out of place in this world, like you didn’t quite belong anywhere. He has spent many an hour confessing how alone he’s felt all his life. You’d like to think you helped. You picked up your guitar and played a familiar song, one you knew he loved.

“Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind , as if you were a mythical thing

Like you were a trophy or a champion ring, and there was one prize I'd cheat to win

The more that you say, the less I know

Wherever you stray, I follow

I'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans

That's my man”

You sat like this for hours, laughing and playing and singing. You tried to teach him a couple of chords on the guitar, which looked puny in his massive hands. With a loud thud, the open to the recreation centre swung open, making both of your heads turn in shock. 

“Lo’ak, what the fuck?” 

The harsh tone came from a man, a man you barely recognised anymore. Tall and muscular, he was not the same Neteyam you last saw. He was adorning a carefully crafted neck piece that matched his hunter’s chest piece and the knife holder he kept by his hips. You took a second to adjust to the man in front of you, that you haven’t seen in so long, that will always have a special place in your heart. Your gaze eventually fell on his face, which, like the rest of him, matured so much in all that time apart. He was beautiful. His hair was freshly braided and you couldn’t help but stare at the beaded strands that framed his face. As much as his body and face changed, they didn’t hold a candle to his eyes. The big yellow orbs that always looked at you curiously and intently were now focused on Lo’ak with rage flashed across them. 

“You were supposed to meet me at the Home Tree a fucking hour ago, Lo’ak. Dad asked you to join the hunting party and pull your weight for once, remember that? Are you physically unable to do anything that is ever asked of you?” 

He is yet to even spare a glance in your direction. You felt your blood pressure rising at the oldest Sully, but you pushed it down to look at Lo’ak, who was staring daggers at his older brother. As he was opening his mouth to undoubtedly say something that would get him in even more trouble than he was already in, you cut him off. 

“It’s my fault.” You say in Na’vi. You doubted Neteyam was in the mood for English, so as to not escalate the tensions further, you opted for your semi-decent Na’vi. “I needed his help with some samples Norm got for me that I couldn’t identify. I’m done now, though. Sorry for taking him from his duties.”

His eyes finally snapped from Lo’ak and laded on your frame. You saw his lips parting in confusion and then settle in a firm line. His eyes scanned your body from head to toe. You changed. A lot. Your hair was now close to reaching your narrow waist, which he hated himself for noticing. You were wearing what the humans called a “top”, that was cut above your abdomen and had the word “Stanford��� written across it. He’s sure he’s seen it before, although he couldn’t place where. You were wearing bottoms, short and blue, with cuts in them, which Neteyam didn’t get. Why are your clothes ripped? It’s not like you fought some animal in the wild, you never got out. He couldn’t help noticing how lean you had become, so lean, in fact, he could trace your muscles with precision, something he is rarely able to do with humans. Your species was puny and weak, which is why they needed avatars and exo-suits to survive on Pandora. Realizing he was staring, his eyes moved from you back to Lo’ak, and motioned for him to get up. Although he huffed and puffed, Lo’ak obliged without saying a word. He turned around before exiting the room, giving you one last exasperated look. You winked at him and clicked your tongue in the direction of the forest, a small smile on your face. This skxawng. 

“Hey, you.” You called after Neteyam in English, as soon as Lo’ak disappeared from your line of view. You don’t know what you expected, but you had to try. He turned around and his eyes met yours. It was like looking at a stranger. 

“I really have to go, Y/N.” He said, with a deep voice and slight accent, and his eyes fell on the floor as soon as he noticed the look of hurt that crossed your face. 

“Fine, go.” You said, quickly composing yourself. You refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he can hurt your feelings. You turned around, and busied yourself cleaning up, not sparing a second look in his direction. His gaze shifted back to your frame, and with a sigh, he made his way out of the lab and your life, once more. 

[peachesofteal]

Would it be selfish to ask for more information on the widow or what everybody felt when Johnny was alive and everything was happening still

This is fanfic babe, it’s all self indulgent and selfish, and that’s okay 🖤

Johnny didn’t want to fall in love with Simon. He never felt like he was missing anything, no. He had everything he wanted, you, a home, a life, a baby. He loved you so completely, he never even entertained the idea of loving another. So, Simon didn’t fill some empty part of his heart. There wasn’t anything lacking in his life. He was already standing in the sun.

Simon just… changed things. He/it started like an illness, plaguing him day in and day out, making him dizzy every time he caught a peek of LT’s skin between his gloves and sleeve, or a flash of flesh at his neck. Made him lightheaded whenever Simon called him Johnny, a name only reserved for you, but for some reason… he couldn’t find it in himself to argue. Being around Simon was intoxicating, addicting, and Johnny couldn’t stop. No matter what. No matter that he couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep from the guilt, the awful, debilitating guilt that ate away at him, every minute of the day. How could he do this to you? How could he even entertain this?

Simon was content to treat his affection for Johnny like it didn’t exist. He knew about you, knew about Johnny’s life, about everything he had back home. He didn’t want to ruin Johnny’s life, didn’t want him to hurt. But the attraction was like a magnet. No matter what he did, he thought of Johnny. No matter where he went, whatever corner he rounded, Johnny was there. When he closed his eyes, he saw Johnny’s. It became more than affection, it became a gravitational pull. Pushing him closer and closer until one night, in the dark on a base in the middle of god knows where, Simon took off his gloves… and cradled Johnny’s face in his palms, like he was the most precious thing on this earth.

The mission was over two days later. Simon went home to an empty flat, and Johnny went home to his bonnie wife and new baby, heart overflowing with despair.

Your husband never lied to you. He never hid anything from you, didn’t have a dishonest bone in his body. So when you picked him up from the hangar that day, head slung low like a dog, fear prickled up your spine. Something was wrong. You knew it right away.

You just had no idea… it would be this.

“Was it- all a lie?” Was this something that had always been? Had he been having an affair with Simon… this whole time?

“No, Bonnie. No, ah love ye, ah’ve always-“

“How… how long has it been going on?” How had you not known? How did you miss the signs? You cursed yourself, but in reality, there hadn’t been any signs. Not until today. Your husband had always been yours, your Johnny. Loving. Caring. Sweet. A good man. A good father.

“Ah dinnae. Ah jus’ felt something. I couldn’t stop it.”

“How could you do this? We have a child!” You couldn’t understand. Couldn’t wrap your head around it, even though Johnny tried and tried again, to explain. What was wrong with you? Were you not enough? Did he ever truly love you?

“Ah know, ah- didnae mean to do it ah, ah love ye both so much. I swear it.”

It took time. So much time. So many nights of tears and torture and disbelief. Johnny begged you to stay. He pleaded, to try to save his family.

He even offered to leave the 141.

But you couldn’t ask it of him. You couldn’t cut him off from a piece of his happiness.

So you took a giant leap into something completely unknown. Terrifying. Foreign. You closed your eyes, and trusted in Johnny completely. You agreed to support him, supported a relationship with Simon. Even though, it hurt. A lot. All the time. Even though it led to fights and low points of your life- you both tried.

Your willingness to try, is what led Simon to stay for dinner that night after he brought Johnny’s tags home to you. It’s what convinced him to take you to breakfast the next morning. It’s what has him answering the phone in the middle of the night a week later when you’re having a panic attack, brought on by too many nights of no sleep. It’s what has him driving over in a panic when he has ten missed calls from you, only to find you asleep on the couch with the baby, phone wedged between your back and the couch, effectively dialing him every few minutes. It’s what eventually has him lingering by the door, watching you in a new light, seeing the way Johnny saw you; bright, beautiful, endlessly lovely and patient and kind, understanding and sweet, the kind of person that Johnny treasured. Protected. Cherished.

Also if wrote this fic it’d be 1000% current timeline: Simon/reader and flashback timeline: Johnny/reader and Johnny/Simon

And… this reader is definitely Darling.

[skyfallscotland]

Hope you had a good time catching up on the fanfics! Which ones are you in need of catching up? And which ones did you read? 😊

I did! I didn't get much sleep haha. It goes without saying that all of these are fantastic and you should definitely read them!

I finally read/caught up on:

the latest two chapters of @justallihere's storm in the quiet

@widebrimmedhatsblog's Foreign Affairs, the latest smut fic in her International Incident series for kinktober.

The newest chapter of Danger Zone by @caeli0306, as well as finally getting a chance to read her Did Someone Say Shots? series!

Immortal She by EmpressKadia

I'm still waiting for the opportune moment to start a few others, but these have been lovely 🖤

[horizon-verizon]

In the sixteenth century, wives-even those of royal standing-were still expected to be subversive to their husbands, an idea that on a political level Elizabeth abhorred. The example her half-sister Mary, who, although queen regnant, had shared much of the burden of government with her husband (for instance, involving her realm in her husband Philip’s foreign wars, resulting in the loss of Calais in 1557, England’s last remaining possession in France, which came as a devastating blow to the English) loomed before her. Elizabeth was of stronger character than Mary, and was determined not to share her power in the same way. She was resolved to be the sole mistress of her realm. Staying single meant that Elizabeth could keep sole control of English affairs, namely government and religion. Elizabeth had a range of suitors from different countries. Her refusal to choose between them allowed her to keep her options open in foreign affairs, whilst at the same time this enabled her to play countries off against each other making her a strong negotiator. She remained the focus of all power since there was no apparent successor. By choosing not to marry, Elizabeth retained control over her personal and political life, ensuring that she would not be overshadowed or undermined by a husband, as was common for women, even queens, during that era.

I would argue that Elizabeth had already decided upon her succession that she would ‘live and die a virgin’ due to the various experiences of marriage she had already encountered within her immediate family. Her flirtations with Robert Dudley, the love of her life, early on within her reign were marred by the suspicious death of his own wife. This served as a reminder to Elizabeth how dangerous love could be, especially following her youthful “encounter” with Thomas Seymour (it was grooming and sexual abuse). Mary, Queen of Scots’ disastrous choice in husbands and the consequential loss of her throne and freedom also indicated to Elizabeth that a ruler, especially a female ruler, needed to be more careful in her choice of a consort. Elizabeth cleverly cultivated her image as the “Virgin Queen”. This persona served a dual purpose, on one hand, it reinforced her commitment to her country, portraying her as a selfless monarch who sacrificed personal happiness for the greater good, on the other hand, it elevated her to a near-mythical status, placing her above the typical human vulnerabilities associated with romantic relationships. This image bolstered her authority and made her a unifying figure for her subjects.

Elizabeth had to decide her priorities. There was no contraception in those days, and to risk an illicit pregnancy would have jeopardised her already insecure throne. A woman’s reputation was paramount, especially that of a queen who bore the title Supreme Governor of the Church of England. Marriage or celibacy were her only choices. Elizabeth was far too intelligent to compromise herself. The choice she made was courageous and revolutionary, and, in the long run, the right one for England.

Perhaps this ask is in response to this ask.

This was much of what I've been taught in my AP EU history class, glad to see it's been still relevant and accurate information!

This is also why I don't call Daemon "King Consort" in any iteration, whether reading fanfic or not. Even though I understand why people want to make Rhaenyra's "Queen" (regnant) position and title go "all the way" in meaning as "equal" in powers and meaning as regular kings. Was it unfair, yes of course, but not only is Daemon canonically a "Prince Consort", but this is a hierarchal patriarchal feudal society and they are not going to immediately adopt or conform most traditions and practices around the first acknowledged female ruler in her first few years or months of rule. Perhaps later when she rules for x amount of years and she accrues more power to change her husband's title, as men have done for their wives-consorts or were forced to. But that was comparatively uncommon/rare and thus more likely to happen for later queen regnants. thus it has a likelier chance of happening when the society itself has changed similarly to how Dorne did after years with Nymeria.

That's not how humans work, but more so, I think that (unless the fanfic writer makes it believable and measured and non-instantaneous, how we get to have a "King Consort") it buries the actions and efforts a woman and/or her supporters would have to take to make her later rule and authority to be able to change such a thing meritless and as if there never really was a need for a woman-ruler to need oaths and show how/why female rulers are reviled or dismissed as incapable of "properly" performing "proper" political action (thus depriving her of an "arc" that showcases political action). Ironically.

But bc it is fanfic, its intellectual conditions are totally the writer's, and I just ignore it if the fic is written well enough or very entertaining.

[rmelster]

Make a fanfic of Prince Arthur 🥹

Bc he better

Ask and ye shall receive. There it goes, @catherinemybeloved !

FIRST WORDS:

Summary: Catherine teaches Arthur some Spanish. Arthur teaches Catherine some English. They get distracted at the end.

Genre: Romance, fluff, young love.

Historical fact: Arthur Tudor and Catherine of Aragon wrote to each other in Latin, since they discovered, during their first meeting, that they could not quite understand each other’s accent in that language.

The noble princess of Wales didn’t knew her husband’s mother tongue; that was grave. Neither did the prince spoke hers; that was disastrous.

Catherine of Aragon was a cultured princess; she knew as much as the art of the needlepoint and the domestic affairs, as she did of the classics, the olden languages, the politics and many other topics that weren’t foreign to the wise. But no word of English. Not a single word. Yet nobody seemed to step up; it was expected of her to learn by herself, as many other foreign princess had done before them.

So it came as a surprise that Catherine approached him, to teach him her language.

It was a chilly day of March, and the world barely started to awake from the cold slumber of winter. The white and red roses, that his father had had planted in Ludlow castle many years ago, as a memento of the union of the noble houses of York and Tudor, were yet to blossom, but starry primroses and bellflowers of humble beauty had already awakened, and the gardens had become a pleasant place to spend time alone. Arthur walked without haste, his arm timidly interlaced with Catherine’s, and his eyes often turned to her; in the solitude of the yard, the young princes were not obliged to act like ones, and Catherine dressed rather humbly, without her headdress and with no more adornment that the ring he had placed in her finger months ago, that fateful day of November in St. Paul’s.

The princes of Wales quietly sat on a stone bench. Catherine unrolled a scroll and they started their lesson.

First came the most basic greetings, titles and courtesies; once they both had memorised them, they began working on simple phrases; and while Catherine was quick to learn them, Arthur could barely repeat them twice without clumsily stumbling with his own words, oh, so foolishly! But there was a culprit behind his clumsiness, and that was Catherine.

He was entranced, bewitched, fooled. Despoiled of the regal and rigid protocol, she was as free as a river, and as tender as the fragrance of the flowers. Under the pale light of the day, her golden red hair shone like dark fire; her wide eyes, an abyss of a deep azure that he could not hold in his visage without getting flustered; her hand holding his had reduced him to a witless fool that repeated her words like a parrot.

So when she outlined the last of the phrases they would have to learn that day, he repeated it, not having payed attention to the meaning she had given him.

“Te… Amo…” he said slowly, “Te amo.”

“I love you too, my prince…” she responded.

His breath was taken away. For a moment, he blushed profusely and could do nothing but to look away, seized by a sudden sense of modesty. But he didn’t coward too long. A sudden boldness struck him and he spoke:

“Te amo… Catherine… I love you…”

Bold as he had never been before, the prince mustered enough courage to lean towards her and let his lips kiss hers, in a loving kiss that told all the rods he had failed to learn. Their hands remained tightly joined, as the scroll slid to the floor, its words forgotten, for there was a tender language they had always shared.

Love.

Symbolism: In the language of the flowers (which comes from the Victorian tradition), primroses are meant to represent the first love; bellflowers, in the other hand, everlasting love and faithfulness.

(Ladies and gents: The only royal ship worth shipping in The Spanish Princess)

I hope you liked it! Feel free to request more short fics of worthy historical ships (I won’t accept nothing that has to do with Henry VIII. I have written about evil medieval men, but I trace the limit there hahaha).

PS: Philippa Gregory (the woman who write The Constant Princess and The King’s Curse, books that inspired The Spanish Princess), you cannot sell me Henry VIII. You just can’t.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

EVENT INFO PRIZE WINNERS

BLADES OF LIGHT & SHADOW

A Meadow Affair| Mal Volari x F!MC x Nia Ellarious - @storyofmychoices 🏳️‍🌈

FOREIGN AFFAIRS

You Love It When I'm Bad | Blaine Hayes x M!MC - @judeschoices🔥18+ 🏳️‍🌈

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold (Series) | M!Cas Harlow x M!Gabe Adalhard x NB!MC - @aria-ashryver Chapters 31 and 32 18+ 🏳️‍🌈

Whatever You Say, President Adalhard (Pt. 1) | F!Cas Harlow x F!Gabe - @aria-ashryver Ⓜ️🏳️‍🌈

OPEN HEART

Aubrey | Ethan Ramsey & F!MC - @inlocusmads 🏳️‍🌈

A Family Affair | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter 🏳️‍🌈

Get it Off Your Chest | Bryce Lahela x M!MC, Keiki Lahela - @peonyblossom 🏳️‍🌈

High Score | OH F!MC x F!OC - @jerzwriter 🏳️‍🌈

New Wave, New Time | Bryce Lahela x M!MC - @mydemonsdrivealimo 🏳️‍🌈

Pride Through the Years | OH F!MC - @coffeeheartaddict2 🏳️‍🌈

Realisation | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC, F!OC - @coffeeheartaddict2 🏳️‍🌈

With Pride | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter 🏳️‍🌈

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Coronation Tribulation | Capt. Kings Guard x Crown Prince - @angelasscribbles 🏳️‍🌈

In Your Room (Series) | Leo Rys x Drake Walker - @angelasscribbles Chapter 12: Happily Ever After 🏳️‍🌈

CROSSOVER FICS

Répondez,S'il Vous Plaît! | Immortal Desires / It Lives | Multiple Pairings - @aallotarenunelma 🏳️‍🌈

Répondez,S'il Vous Plaît Part 2 (AU Series) | Multiple Pairings - @aallotarenunelma 🏳️‍🌈

We've Always Been There | Guinevere / The Elementalists | Guinevere, Zephyr Hernandez x Elementalists F!MC - @inlocusmads 🏳️‍🌈 Thank you to all who participated in our 2023 Pride Bingo Event!

[the-things-we-hide]

Chapter 27 uploaded!

Have a great weekend!

[bearfoottruck]

FANFIC UPDATE 5-3-2024:

I don't have much other than an update for Gonna Kiss You On the Boulevard (Fanfiction, AO3). However, speaking of My Hero Academia fics, I thought I'd mention all the ones I've written thus far.

MULTI-CHAPTER FICS:

My Hero Cannonball (Fanfiction, AO3): When the Japanese government threatens to pull funding for UA, Deku gets an idea during a foreign film festival at Todoroki's house: enter the Cannonball Run - America's craziest, most dangerous coast-to-coast road race - not only as a form of protest, but to win enough prize money to keep UA afloat. Rated T for automotive and superhero violence, some language and suggestive content. Takes place between Seasons 2 and 3.

My Special Affair (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki is an NYPD detective working for the Supernatural Crimes Unit as its only member. His job is to hunt vampires, werewolves, zombies and other supernatural nasties that threaten the Big Apple. One day, he gets a report of an especially aggressive vampire known only as the "Binge Drinker", but has no clue who it is. Then, one night, he is attacked by a vampire, only for a young woman to save his life. However, could there be more to her? Rated M for strong language, graphic violence and explicit sexual content. Also contains male-on-female violence. Fem!Izuku Fem!Deku

Todoroki and His Women (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki retires from Endeavor's agency to start his own. However, he gets an unexpected surprise when all of his applicants turn out to be women. Together, they'll laugh and cry as they do their best to clean up the streets of Los Angeles. Rated T for violence, language, situations of intense peril, general sexism and alcohol references. Fem!Izuku Fem!Deku.

Todoroki's Laughing Problem (Fanfiction, AO3): During the UA Christmas Party, Eri's lack of common holiday knowledge causes Todoroki to burst out laughing, and now he can't contain himself, much to the chagrin of his fellow students. Rated T for Kacchan swearing, some violence and some suggestive content. Takes place during Season 5, with references to World Heroes' Mission.

Nitro and Acid (Fanfiction, AO3): For years, Kacchan has blasted his way through the streets of Chicago, not particularly caring about anyone or anything except kicking villains' asses and earning a sweet paycheck while doing it. Then, one day, he meets Ashido while grocery shopping, and she becomes infatuated with him. Ostensibly, he wants nothing to do with her, but deep down inside, he's gone crazy for her. Can he put aside his foul attitude and learn to love? Rated M for strong language, violence, sexual content and a brief mention of "rape".

Russian Winter, Broken Hearts (Fanfiction, but will be on AO3 eventually): Sidequel to Gonna Kiss You On the Boulevard Chapter 22, "Super Bomb". After Deku, Todoroki and Tsu's mission to recover the Poseidon under Selkie's command, Russia delivers Japan an ultimatum: either return the bomb or risk war. In the meantime, UA gets a visit from students hailing from a Serbian hero school. Little does anyone know, they'll be in for a fight of international proportions. Rated T for war violence, language and suggestive content. Contains resources to help Ukraine. Fem!Todoroki

Hero Enforcement Regiment (Fanfiction, AO3): Izuko Midoriya serves as "Deko", the Symbol of Peace, but one day, she finds rumors of heroes abusing their powers for personal gain. She doesn't want to believe it, but then one night, another hero attempts to rape her. She fights him off, but is absolutely shattered by the experience, so much so that she founds her own hero agency to combat corrupt heroes. Rated T for violence, language, attempted rape and some suggestive content. Loosely inspired by The Boys. Fem!Izuku Fem!Deku

The Four Horsemen (Fanfiction, AO3): Crossover with Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. Adrien, Marinette, and a few other students visit UA High. However, two issues arise: 1. One of the students is secretly a traitor, and 2. Two of the students are cheating on each other with students from UA. Rated T for violence, brief strong language and suggestive content. Fem!Izuku Fem!Deku

ONE-SHOTS:

An Unexpected Check-In (Fanfiction, AO3): After Tsu's breakdown in front of Class 1-A, Deku checks on her the day after to make sure she's okay. Takes place during Season 3.

Thank You For Your Cheerfulness (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki tells Ashido the thing he admires about her the most.

Giving Deku a Hand (Fanfiction, AO3): Fem!Todoroki explores Deku's anatomy. Rated M for sexual content.

Todoroki Gets It On (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki and Fem!Deku make sweet love. Rated M for sexual content.

Deku Saves Father's Day (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki is having a horrible time on Father's Day, but Deku helps him out. Rated T for brief strong language.

Todoroki Is On Fanfiction Friday Fire (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki has been uploading a lot of fanfiction lately, and Ashido takes positive notice.

You Don't Have to Be Angry Anymore (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki is having a horrible time, and Fem!Deku does her best to cheer him up. Rated T for brief strong language.

Half-Cold, Half-Hot, All-Loving (Fanfiction exclusive): A short poem about TodoDeku.

Caring In Pink (Fanfiction, AO3): Ashido checks up on Kacchan. Rated T for Kacchan being Kacchan.

If You Need Passion, It's Close At Hand (Fanfiction, AO3): Fem!Todoroki is having a lonely time, but Deku soothes her. Rated M for sexual content.

TodoDeku Hug (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki and Fem!Deku give each other a hug.

BakuMina Hug (Fanfiction, AO3): Kacchan and Ashido give each other a hug.

KamiJiro Hug: (Fanfiction, AO3): Kaminari and Jiro give each other a hug.

It's-a Me, Midoriya (Fanfiction, AO3): Deku and Class 1-a celebrate Mario Day. Rated T for Kacchan's mouth. Fem!Kacchan Fem!Todoroki

Trying New Fandoms (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki writes a fanfic for a fandom he never wrote for before, much to Ashido's joy.

Todoroki's Fanfic Mistake (Fanfiction, AO3): Ashido gets upset because of a fic that Todoroki wrote.

A Special Morning After (Fanfiction exclusive): The morning after Todoroki and Fem!Deku make sweet love, they have pancakes. Rated T for suggestive content.

A Heroes' Lunch (Fanfiction, AO3): Crossover between Sonic the Hedgehog and MHA. The Sonic and MHA casts celebrate National Chicken Wing Day together.

A Letter From a New Friend (Fanfiction, AO3): Sequel to The Four Horsemen. Todoroki gets a letter from Adrien.

Welcome and Comfort (AO3 exclusive): Fem!Deku helps a new student who's feeling lonely.

[marcusrobertobaq]

I want a fanfic exploring Connor RK900s and 'em work in foreign affairs, their transition from obedience to rebellion in discovering their real purpose: being eye and ears in schemes for a megacorporation in a corrupt government in international level.

While with the RK800 we got this conflict based on deviant androids, RK900 would be straight politics and questioning more this "sacrificing humans to save humans and control humans" question. Whole it's common mfs that are really just like tools and do the job without thinking about anything the fact this dude was literally made for this function and never being enough is the main theme.

As it's coming from an ending where CyberLife wins (consequently RK800 being successful) discovering about his purpose and CyberLife's shady deals can also be a + in his deviancy. To make it better: a possibility an android uprising can happen again. RK900 could get in contact with deviant androids too, not as part of his mission ofc but realizing a bunch of deviant androids are blending in with humans - including in places dude could've never expected.

[misspeppermint2003]

42nd Painting of Dear, United Kingdom

After the 41st painting, I made the painting of a Polish woman with glasses named Olga Sienkiewicz from the 2023 Polish remake of Servant of the People.

Olga Sienkiewicz from Servant of the People - 13th October 2023

She's a secretary of Michał Zieliński, Poland's Foreign Affairs Minister and an actor and also the Polish counterpart of Oksana Skovoroda from the 2015 Ukrainian version.

She wears a pair of golden thin glasses and matching earrings.

In an upcoming soap opera comedy fanfic Dear, United Kingdom, she wore a blue headband on her brown hair. Also she's wearing a pink long sleeved blouse, turquoise skirt and a pair of lavender summer flats.

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[joemerl]

Writer's Month 2023, Day 14: "Vacation Fling"

Fandom: Harry Potter Status/Word count: Another little snippet from the same Quidditch World Cup fanfic as this 2021 entry. I really need to write the whole story one day. 458 words. Summary: In a subplot, Dominique is determined to outdo Victoire's tabloid scandal.

"I'm the blonde one."

Victoire spun around. Dominique was standing behind her, glaring daggers. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet clenched in one fist.

Already frazzled by what was in that paper, Victoire could only say "What?"

"I'M the 'beautiful, blonde' Weasley girl! That's my THING!" She threw the Daily Prophet at Victoire's feet.

Victoire let out a slow, seething breath. "Merlin's bloody—take it up with Rita Skeeter!" She kicked the paper away. "Hardly surprising, that she couldn't even get our hair colors right!"

"I'm the pretty one! Not you!" Dominque sounded hysterical, stomping her foot like a stubborn toddler. "I'm the one who should be having scandalous affairs with exotic foreign wizards!"

"YOU ARE TWELVE!"

"And that's another thing! You come halfway across the world just to snog Uncle Harry's godson? You could snog him at home!"

"WE DIDN'T SNOG!"

"Well, you watch! I'll show you how it's done! I'll have the most tawdry, torrid romance ever, and blow your little dalliance right out of the water!"

She spun on her heel and stormed off. Victoire threw up her arms and marched in the opposite direction, barely suppressing a scream.

Obviously, Dominique couldn't pick anyone for her vacation-fling-that-would-be-so-much-better-than-Victoire's. Her boyfriend had to be better than Teddy Lupin. Which wouldn't be hard. What made Teddy Lupin special? His parents were war heroes and he was connected to Uncle Harry. That applied to most people Dominique knew.

Her top choice was Phoebus Thrussell, lead singer of the Bent-Winged Snitches. He had great hair and dreamy eyes and he couldn't even talk to a girl without Witch Weekly dedicating an article to it. Plus her parents would be absolutely furious. It was perfect.

Which was why she was now hanging around the band's enclosure, with several dozen other girls, waiting for him or his bandmates to appear. She had been here for an hour, and was getting impatient. Her nervousness about the security trolls had faded after a while, and at this point she would have settled for a sight of the band's drummer, who had a paunch.

"Here he comes!" one girl shrieked.

"PHOEBUS! PHOEBUS!"

The crowd screamed and cheered, and Dominque made copious use of her elbows until she was at the front of the group. She caught a glance of Phoebus Thrussell, one hand raised in a halfhearted wave to his admirers. Dominique leaned out of the wall of bodies, tossing back her blonde hair and batting her eyelashes in his direction.

He walked past without glancing at her, or anybody in particular.

A minute later, Dominique stalked away, scowling. She would have to find a backup plan.

[terrm9]

Do you still write?

Anon, hey😊

I do! (in my head)

(Also, I write a lot literally but not fanfics at the moment.)

However, I made a promise to myself to write two fics, however short, this month. Just to see if it's even still working between me and OH (or Foreign Affairs).

Thank you for asking ❤️

[a-libra-writes]

Hi Libra 💕 I’m back again for your opinions & to pick your brain juuust a little again. I LOVED your answer (about the free cities in Essos, doing my due diligence in researching the Wiki for the fic 🫡). Again, this is a “do you think this makes sense? Could this happen?” Very loaded, I’m so sorry.

So, I decided that the foreign woman in question is a bastard of Tywins. Her mother was a wealthy merchant from Braavos, trading in Westeros. I’m thinking their short-lived affair was about 5-10 years after he became a widower; she resembled Johanna just enough & Tywin was deep in his cups so he was like ok time to ✨make a dumb decision✨. He sent the pregnant Braavosi woman away with a lot of gold, very hush hush. Her daughter was raised well; with the gold Tywin gave, the mother decided to focus that on bringing up his bastard daughter well-educated & refined. I’ve got some more plot points (if you’d care to hear them I’ll be happy to share it!!), but essentially: the bastard daughter arrives in Westeros. She knows of their customs, and very clever + capable within the politics of Westeros.

My questions are 1) do you think Tywin, with a seat now being within the Crown, would legitimize her - especially after she proves herself - and marry her off to a lord for political gain? My reasoning is that his only daughter was already married off to King Robert, he has three Royal grandchildren & his brain is working hard on how he can turn this situation into something he could benefit politically from, potentially

2) Roose is kinda my hyper fixation character rn & I was thinking, to further his own goals, like betraying Robb in the War of the Five Kings (and his pockets - she’d had to have a high dowry being a foreign bastard to sweeten the deal, I think) would he accept or otherwise offer a marriage to her?

(I kinda have this scene of Roose & her getting into a fight. she gets upset, forgets her Common Tongue, and swears at him in Valyrian & it’s givin me a giggle. He’s just like 🧍pls don’t tell ur lord father & she’s like 🤬 *string of Valyrian he assumes is either a threat or continuous insults*)

Thank you, again, if you’re able to find the time & energy for this!! 💕 i decided, I wanna give the foreigner a LOT of power & leverage (I.e, bastard of Tywin) bc Westeros is scary & while she’s capable of protecting herself, lineage is a big factor into how well situations can go.

Thoughts below -

I honestly don't think Tywin would want to keep a bastard around, or he'd at least hide the fact she was his (they do keep Joy Hill around because that was the only child Gerion fathered, and Tywin def had a lot of guilt/emotion about his death even if he denies it). She might be passed off as another Lannister's kid. But this is a central part of your fanfic so let's handwave and move on.

Her being more Westeros-educated and not ""foreign"" would certainly help, with any traces of a Braavosi accent or dress probably coming across as 'interesting' or 'exotic' because it's just enough and not too much.

I don't think she would be legitimized because that would mean Tywin Lannister is admitting to 1) having a bastard in the first place, therefore frequenting whores and 2) he's willing to totally, stubbornly disregard Tyrion as lawful heir (no Jaime is NOT coming back dude he's Kingsguard you can't overturn that STOP THINKING YOU CAN), so I can understand him totally disregarding an out-of-wedlock daughter that is clearly his. That said, like Joy Hill, she can still be used as a bargaining chip because she is still half-Lannister and could come with a dowry. If there's something Tywin can do, it's find a way to use a piece, no matter how it's overlooked by others or not considered. So even if he feels negatively or indifferent of her, she's fair game to be used, like anyone in his family.

as far as roose accepting/gunning for a marriage, you can easily twist this. He accepted Walda because that was the terms of Frey turning on Robb to assist Roose - it's not clear what Tywin gave Roose, but i bet it was less a bribe and more a threat: 'we'll pull back and stop the war, because you know you aren't going to win this, also if you refuse I'll make sure Frey betrays you and Robb dies anyway, so really this is the best option for you getting out alive and on top'. Totally feasible for him to get your character as a bride instead, while Walda is given to some other Northern house to helps or to some Lannister. Brides and girls are just bargaining chips as far as most nobility is concerned, after all. And don't forget how Tywin arranged for Robb to upset the Freys in the first place with Jeyne Westerling!

Anyhoo, those are my thoughts. It's your fic so you can twist and play as you desire; and you could always alter certain events just so in order for things to puzzle out easier in your head. War is chaotic, and alliances (esp those forged through betrayal) can be shaky.