#im a girl who loves Young Royals

[maisaimelesbanc]

It's been 3 years since these MF has changed my life...

[catsteeth]

She's My Collar

Sandor "The Hound" Clegane x Baratheon Princess

+:✿ Request ✿:+ 

Request: “This request is for sandor of course!! I am all for angsty, yearning sandor clegane!! My train of thought is all over the place but heres a list of something I hope you could include in the one shot: •hozier level yearning •unrequited love/want •perhaps stark!reader or baratheon!reader •fleeting interactions like something small but it sticks with sandor •“im not a religious man but ill follow her” kinda vibe if that makes any sense!!" CW: MDNI, ANGST, afab reader, alcohol consumption, unrequited love, yearning, misogyny, arranged marriage, violence, joffrey being joffrey, mention of death.  A/N: He’s pathetic and I love it

Word Count: 5K

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

The girl was born a Baratheon, born to Robert Baratheon during a previous marriage. Her mother, born to some wealthy house. But her memory would be lost in time after she died in childbirth. Robert did not speak of her. Cersei despised the mention of her name. So not much was known of her. Though she must’ve been pretty, as the girl born to Robert Baratheon was a girl of beauty. And soon after her mother’s death, Robert married Cersei Lannister. 

Either due to jealousy or embarrassment Cersei would treat the girl with malice, and hostility. But unlike the King's eldest son, the girl was kind and good. 

The boy was born to a man who wanted nothing more than for his sons to be knights of the Seven Kingdoms. His ambitions blinded him, allowing his eldest son Gregor to commit horrid acts. So long as the boy was a knight, none else mattered. The man's youngest son was kind. He was just a boy, no more than six years old. 

The little boy dreamed of being a knight just as his father did. Dreamed on the good deeds he would do in the name of his king and the Seven Kingdoms. Though those dreams would be dashed and discarded once the boy's older brother showed him the cruelty the world is capable of. The cruelty he was capable of. The cruelty the world rewarded him for. 

The boy grew into The Hound, Sandor Clegane the second most feared man in the Seven Kingdoms. The girl grew into a princess, one hated by her stepmother and eldest half brother. But loved by her father, her half siblings, the realm, and by a Hound.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ 

The Hound and the princess grew alongside one another most of his life. He could remember when he and she were much younger. The Lannisters and the Baratheons were traveling across the Stormlands. It was a hard journey, soon food became scarce. Naturally the scraps of whatever the royals did not eat were left to the guards and any other member of the traveling crew. But the princess would offer a young hound the meat from her plate every night.  He always hesitated, but was too hungry to deny her charity. She never held her charitable act over him, never even mentioned it. 

He was not one to appreciate beauty, nor was he one to indulge himself in fantasies of love. But the princess’s beauty was one that haunted Sandor. His whole life he looked at her as though she were the maiden herself. And the princess did not look upon the Hound with grotesque curiosity. Nor did she flaunt his presence to others in a manner of threatening them. No, the princess was kind towards him, kind when she did not have to be. He often found kindness a weakness in people, but in her kindness he found a comfort. 

The girl was different from her father, different from her brother. She was kind, she was honest, and he would follow her as if she was a God.  

He could also remember the first time she bestowed her favor onto him. 

Sandor never feared the tourneys he fought in. He did not fear the joust, he did not fear the competitors. What he did not like was the tradition of asking a noble lady for her favor. 

Sandor never liked this tradition. Never liked having to speak to noble ladies much less ask them to favor him. Not only was it ridiculous to him, the ladies often grimaced at his gesture. But at this tourney, and every tourney after it, he would pick the lady he wished to have picked each time before. 

As he rode his intimidatingly large black ill tempered stallion around the tournament pit. He looked up at all the noble ladies above him, looking down at him. They all sneered at his gaze, wishing not to be picked. The noble men all snickered amongst one another. But there was one person who looked upon him with indifferent eyes. The Baratheon girl’s eyes were not filled with pity, disgust, nor anticipation for the violence he was about to insight for the high lord's entertainment. She simply watched him with her same kind eyes. 

He did not think much of it, it came naturally to him as he stopped his horse in front of the royal family's seating. “I ask the favor of the Princess.” He said begrudgingly. 

The princess rose from her seat with a smile. She grabbed a ring of florals and silk. The flowers were yellow and the silk ribbon was black, the colors of both her house and his. As she approached him, she smiled upon him and placed the favor upon his joust. “I wish you good fortune, Sandor Clegane.” Sandor, he did not know she knew his name. Her voice itself was gentle and hushed, only for him to hear. Her smile was gentle and warm, one that he would have killed to see each night. One that he won the tourney for. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈

Once, Joffrey had decided that a servant boy had shot him a momentary disrespectful glance. If he had, it would not have been unwarranted, though who is to say if he even did. Joffrey, sometimes bored, would pretend small disrespectful gestures were made against him. Allowing him to justify any horrid act he found amusement in subjecting any poor soul to. 

“I am sorry, my prince! Please if you would give me another chance-” The servant boy pleaded on his hands and knees. His cheek red from the blow Ser Meryn had given him moments before. 

Sandor never liked being Joffrey's sworn shield. Never liked that blonde cunt at all. Whenever he wanted to feel powerful, wanted to hurt someone weaker than him for no good reason, it bored and irritated him. 

Though it hardly ever embarrassed him, until she stepped into that room.

“Brother stop this!” The Baratheon princess commanded with a look of disgust. Sandor, though he’d not laid a hand on the boy, swallowed hard and stood straighter at her sudden presence. He worried how she’d look at him now, would her kind eyes fade for him?

“Why should I?” Joffrey asked her back with a raised brow.

The girl, bravely scoffed and took a few steps closer to her younger ‘brother’, “Because I commanded you to.” She said with angry eyes, an expression Sandor rarely saw from her. She looked beautiful even when she was angry.

Joffrey narrowed his eyes at her, “Who are you to command anything of me?” he stifled a laugh which only enraged her more. And only enraged Sandor more.

She took another step closer to him. Her hand gently trailed along the extravagantly dressed wooden table. “Your elder sister, the Kings first born-” 

“First born daughter.” Joffrey finished her words for her. “Daughter. You are not heir to anything. I’ll be king one day and you, a princess for a lifetime.” He said laughing as if he were amused by some great jest. “And as your king, I could have anything done to you that I like.” He walked closer to her, with a threatening gaze. “In fact, as heir to the throne, I could do anything I like. I could have Ser Meryn hold you down and-”  And with that the girl's temper got the better of her. She grasped a glass goblet from the table she stood by, and threw it with great force at her brother’s feet. The goblet shattered into a hundred pieces. Bits of it flew and cut Joffrey’s right hand. And some other bits cut Sandor’s cheek, not deeply but enough to bleed. “You cannot do that!” His shrill voice cracked as he grasped hold of bleeding palm.

“Clearly I can.” The girl said with little emotion. It would have made Sandor laugh if he didn’t have to worry about the other royal guards. He worried that they would put their filthy hands on you, or would be foolish enough to draw their swords. 

Though none would. The guards were shocked by the scene. This princess had never done so much as raised her voice, and now she was assaulting their future kind. They had to think of defending one of the King’s children from the other. They stood, unsure of how to act.

Furiously Joffrey shouted, “I’ll tell my mother!” Knowing his father would do nothing but ridicule him.

The princess raised her hand, and slapped the boy across the cheek, “Tell her I did that as well.” She added. 

Her slap was enough to leave a red imprint across the boy's face.

In a fit of anger, the young prince grabbed hold of his sword. Prepared to draw its blade and point it at the princess. Just before Sandor could grab the prince, a different Kingsgaurd stepped between the two royals. “Stop this!” the man commanded. Joffrey let go of the sword's hilt and the girl began to walk away, ready to face whatever punishment her step mother desired. 

With her back turned, and the guards' attentions divided. Joffrey ceased his moment, and drew the thin blade of his sword and readied himself to strike the princess. 

“Boy!” The princess turned back as the Hound’s loud voice boomed out through the dining hall. She was stunned by the sight before her. The prince’s attack was stopped by the Hound ceasing the blade with his bare hand. Blood from his hand trickled down the blade of the sword.

꒰ ୨୧ ─

Soon the two royal children were brought before their father the King.

“How the fuck did any of this happen? You are meant to protect my blood!” King Robert questioned the KingsGuard furiously. 

“Never had to protect a princess from a prince.” Ser Meryn attempted to explain, “Or a prince from a princess.” He said in a lower tone that angered Joffrey.

“Shut up!” King Robert angrily shouted, sick of hearing whatever excuse they had. He sat back in his chair, and huffed loudly. He looked between his two children. “Well done, my girl.” He said in a gruff low tone.

Joffrey looked surprised his father would congratulate her on striking her brother. “But look what she-“ Joffrey began, holding up his cut palm.

Though Robert interrupted him, “How could you ever be a king if you cannot win a fight against a woman?” 

“Father!” Joffrey’s shrill voice shouted, 

“Leave!” Robert shouted back. With an infuriated huff, Joffrey left accompanied with two guards by his side. Though Sandor stayed in the room. “Girl, come ‘ere.” Robert commanded much softer to his daughter, waving his hand, beckoning her to come closer. 

She did as her king commanded. Stepped closer to him with her head lowered. Robert stood before her, and held her chin up with his fingers. “You’re more of a man than your brother.” He said proudly. He meant it as a complement, it was a rare thing to receive as a child of Roberts. With a sigh he patted the girl on the back, “Go on then.” He said softly dismissing her. 

She nodded and took her leave as her father requested. 

As the girl left, Sandor turned to follow her out. Though the King’s voice beckoned out, stopping him in his steps. “Dog.” Sandor stopped, and turned towards the King, “If that yellow haired shit lays a hand on my girl you beat him.” The King commanded. Sandor needed no other instruction. He was quite content to do so. “Understood?” The King pressed.

Sandor nodded, “Aye.” 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈

As the Hound walked down the Halls of the keep, he saw the princess walking in the opposite direction. He tried to keep his eyes ahead, not looking at her at all. 

Though his illusion of disinterest did not deter the girl, “I beg pardon, ser.” Her serene voice called out gently. It felt like a cool breeze on a hot day, a relief. 

Sandor looked up at her, hoping she was not speaking to him. If she was, he knew whatever words she spoke to him would haunt his thoughts. As he looked at her, he knew she was speaking to him. He swallowed and then croaked out, “I’m no ser.” 

The Baratheon princess shook her head, “No. You are more true than any knight.” He knew her words would haunt him, but now they would torture him. The girl stepped forward, making him almost flinch, “All the knights in that room were content to let my brother kill me. What you did today-“

The girl began but the Hound interrupted her, knowing if she thanked him, his stomach might turn. “It’s my duty to protect you.” He grumbled, attempting to not look the girl in the eyes. Her beautiful eyes.

“I’d call it brave.” She chimed, making him stop and turn to face her once again. He was about to tell her it was not brave but she continued, “But I know you’d not. You are a hard man with many scars. You needn’t courage, nor praise. But I thank you for what you've done.” 

Fuck.

He was never thanked for doing his duty. Never thanked for anything. He was commanded and he did as he was told. 

Her eyes wandered over the Hound’s face. It made him feel weak, for the first time in a very long time. “I am sorry-” She said, her voice sickeningly sweet. Sandor looked at her with confusion, “Are you hurt?” She asked as she reached her hand towards the cut on his cheek. Her sudden movement made him flinch. 

“No.” He rasped quickly. 

The girl however was scared of the Hound. She continued forward and placed a hand on the Hounds shoulder. Even though her hand was separated from his skin by his thick armor, he still felt a chill run over his body. “Oh but you are-” She began, concerned for him. A feeling that was new for him.

“It’s a scratch.” Sandor interrupted the girl.

She shook her head, “Still, I caused it.” The girl reached into the neckline of her gown, making Sandor almost blush. Such a strange thing, a man who had seen every part of a woman, and every sexual act no matter how deviant in almost every brothel in KingsLanding would blush at such a thing. She pulled out a handkerchief embroidered with her name, “Take this.” She said holding it out to him.

He could not take it. He could not, no matter how badly he wanted to. “Don’t need it-” 

“I command you to take it, as your princess.” The girl said without hesitation. Reluctantly Sandor grabbed the cloth, “I am sorry.” She said once more before continuing on and walking past Sandor. 

She did not know that he would worship that cloth. Keep it in his armor, and keep it in his rooms when he slept. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈

When Robert mixed drinking and hunting too often, a boar attacked him. Leaving him so injured he was on a deathbed.

The princess visited her father each day, morning, noon, and night. And when he died, she stayed confined to her chambers. Her only company she’d allow was her Septa. Though the girl was grown enough to be without a Septa, hers was closer to a mother. Since the girl never had one, her septa was there for all her girlhood. So she insisted on keeping around. 

Sandor often checked on the girl, though of course she was not wise to this. 

He would open her door, just a crack. He would listen in just to be sure she was alright. One day when he decided to open her door he heard her and her Septa speaking plainly. 

“Do you think the boar was the Gods doing?” The girl asked as she stared out her window with a stoic and dazed expression.

“Hm?” Her septa responded, looking up from the needlepoint she mindlessly toyed at.

The girl did not look at her septa. Simply continued to stare out her window into nothingness. She paused for a moment, not speaking, “I’d a dream the Stranger came to those woods. He changed into a boar and killed my father for his deviance.” She spoke of such morbid dreams with no emotion attached to it at all.

“How awful.” Her septa gasped, throwing her needle point down onto the table in front of her. “No dear girl I don’t think it was.” She said more gently, “You dream too much.” 

The girl shrugged, still not looking at the old woman. “I suppose I’m trying to find the Gods in everything I do.” 

“Prayer is best for that. Not such morbid dreams.” The old Septa said, picking her needle point back up. 

The girl did not respond for a moment, still simply staring out into nothing. “Do you think they’re real?” She asked softly and without shame. “Do you truly believe it? Never did you doubt it?” She asked, finally looking at the Old Septa.

“They are real.” She asserted sternly, “You believe they aren’t?” 

The girl sighed, not wanting for a lecture, “I know the Gods are a necessity for people. Like food, water. I know they must exist. But I also know they don’t.” She said calmly. Her words stuck with Sandor like a knife driven into his back.

“What a terrible thing to say.” Her septa said shocked.

“Is it?” The girl's eyes narrowed in confusion, “It’s just my thoughts.”

The septa shook her head looking back to her needle point. “You think too much, dear girl.” 

The girl sighed and went back to looking out her window, “Seems I do too much and not enough.”

Without many words at all, this lonely girl would consume Sandor’s every thought. She was smart and kind. Two things Sandor did not think of himself. 

He did not believe in the Gods, because if there were Gods, why did they punish this girl? Perhaps she was his punishment. Perhaps he was hers. Perhaps it was the world that was their punishment. 

This girl should be queen. She’d be a good one, a better one then her cunt brother. She’d be loved by the small folk and no doubt able to keep some kind of peace, even with the war. She’d not let her pride keep the seventh kingdom. If they wanted independence they’d have it. Clearly they could fight well enough on their own. But she was not queen. But she was his. 

How her hair laid against the delicate fabric of her pillow. She was all too precious for his affections. He couldn’t help it really, he felt drawn towards her. Felt a stronger pull towards her than he felt towards anything, even food or water. But he’d never subject her to his presence. 

He simply needed to see her, needed to know she was safe.

She slept sweetly, her breathing though loud was the calmest noise he’d heard. It was like the sounds of waves meeting the sands. 

Sometimes, not often, but sometimes he would fantasize about what it would feel like to sleep beside her. For her to invite him into her bed. To sleep in his arms. He’d feel her heartbeat against his own. He’d smell her scent, and feel her chest rise and fall with each breath. He never slept well, but he believed if she was in his arms, perhaps he could. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈

As time went by, the royal family debated what to do with the girl. She was not a Baratheon Lannister, she was the reminder of Robert's first marriage, a reminder that Joffrey was not the true king. 

Sandor stood guard by the small council’s chamber door as he heard the girl’s step mother Cersei say, “She’s as wild as the boar that killed her father. No man would want her, she is too difficult. So give her to the Tyrell’s, a poisoned gift.” 

Overcome with a myriad of emotions, anger, sadness, and grief, Sandor rushed to the girl's chambers. 

Sandor stood behind her door. His hand firmly grasped the door handle, and his forehead rested against the wood of the door.

He stood there for what felt like an eternity. 

He wanted to open the door, ask- no beg you to run away with him. He wanted to tell you all the things he felt for you. Wanted to protect you. 

But he was a second son, a kingsguard, he had no land, and no money. He had nothing to offer you, he didn’t even have a handsome face to bargain with. 

And so, he let the handle of the door go, and he walked down the hall. He considered it mercy. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─

Instead of subjecting that poor girl to his company he decided to subject tavern dwellers to him instead. That night, as her marriage was announced, Sandor sank into his cups.

Though even there he was not protected from talks of her betroval. 

Beside Sandor at another table were four men, 

“Say what you will, I think it’s a perfect match! Loras Tyrell loves a Baratheon!” Some oaf shouted as he slammed his cup onto the table laughing. 

“Aye but she’s missin’ a cock now isn’t she!” A shorter guard shouted out.

Sandor wanted to break the fool's jaws for speaking of her situation with such amusement. “Too bad for Loras, and too bad for all the other men in the realm!” A bald guard added,

The shorter guard raised his cup, “Hear hear. I’ll miss seeing that girl… Miss seeing her bend over to pick flowers.” 

The bald guard nodded in a facade of sadness, “Aye that ass will be missed-”

“No, her pair of tits will be missed!” The fatter guard spoke up.

“Nay her cunt! Ah and what a waste she’ll be giving it to a boy whore.” One of the men said, it was enough for Sandor to slam his cup onto the table in anger. He was trying with all his might to hold onto his restraint.

Though this did not go unnoticed by the men at the table. The oafish one spoke up again, “What of you Clegane?” He said getting closer to the Hound, “You guard that sweet stag so loyally. Surely you’ve thought of what her cunt tastes like-” 

Without another thought, Sandor took the man by the back of his head and slammed it into the table. His nose broke and his teeth cracked. Sandor took his dagger out and stabbed it through the man's hand. His blade took one of the man’s fingers. 

Sandor stood, taking his drink with him, “You speak to me like that again, I’ll take more than a finger.” He warned as he left the tavern in a huff.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈

Against his better judgment, that night Sandor checked in on that girl. 

She was with her Septa again. He hoped that she were alone, if she were perhaps in his drunken state he’d have actually begged her to run off with him.

“My father would never have allowed this.” The girl said with a scared and sorrowful waiver of her voice, “Though I suppose it will be a relief to be gone from this place.” She sniffled, “I just don’t want to be forgotten.” 

“You’ll not be forgotten, dear girl.” Her Septa said petting her hair. 

“I suppose if I were to marry anyone in this city it would be him.” She shrugged, “But, I am unsure of how I could please him. You know of his nature. Know of his relationship with my uncle. I care not for any moral righteousness and I hold no judgment of it. But how could I ever make him happy?” She asked desperately, frightened by the prospects of her future. 

Her Septa grasped the girl by her shoulders tightly, “You will make him happy by giving his children royal blood.” 

“And how can I even do that?” The girl put her face into her hands,

“You are familiar with the act, I have explained it-”

The girl interrupted, “I won’t want it.”

Her Septa sighed, “A dreadful duty for some wives. Just lay there. Look at the ceiling and memorize the pattern of the trim. Count the seconds. Anything to let your mind wander away from your body.” She tried her best to comfort the girl, but clearly was doing nothing to help the girl’s fear.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈

As Sandor took leave of his duties. He threw off his armor without caution, and nearly ripped his clothing off himself. He was angry, no, he was enraged. 

This girl did not deserve this. She deserved none of the shit those blonde shits put her through. And the words of ‘advice’ given to her by her septa only enraged him more. She should have told her to slip poison in his wine. 

Sandor sat down on his bed in his small clothes with a huff. His weight made the bed creek and bow. He drank from a wineskin as he thought of it all. Soon his anger subsided, replaced with a defeated sorrow. 

Naught could be done for her. This much he knew for certain.

So, after his wineskin ran dry he laid down. Finally allowing his body to rest even though his mind could not.

As he laid there, stripped of his armor and steel. As his sensitive skin laid against the rough material of his bedding he was reminded once more that he, and his body were punished. Punished by both too much, and not enough.

Too much combat, too much drinking, too many tourneys, too many cuts and bruises. So much he endured, and his body was punished for it. He ached and felt pains all over his body all the time. His scars were sensitive and hurt in warm bath water. 

But as he laid there he was again reminded how he had not enough. Not enough gentle touches, enough love and care. Though of course he’d never admit it to anyone. His body felt truly alone in his bed. He wished he could have felt her around him. He’d fucked before, that would not shock anyone. But he’d never made love to anyone. And Gods did he need to. 

He thought of it often, kissing her. He’d do it gently. He’d be gentle with her. She deserved gentleness. He’d kiss her while he held her face in his palms. Kiss her neck, press his lips against her skin and lick where she was most sensitive- wherever those spots were. Gods he wanted to know where they were. 

He felt shameful for thinking this way, he really did. He was no better than those men in that tavern. But, he’d be good to her.

He’d make her his wife, in the eyes of The Seven. He’d build her a home. It wouldn’t be like the one she’d been brought up in. Not a castle, but a house made of stone and wood. He’d give her safety, love. And as his hand began to wonder his punished body he thought of how he’d give her children.

He wished to know how her body would feel in hands. How it would feel to have his hands caress her breasts, the curves of her body, the soft plumpness of her belly. He wondered how it would feel to be inside of her. How his cock would feel to slide in and out of her slick, warm, inviting cunt. He did not know, but he did know it would have felt oh so much better than his calassed hand that was wrapped around his length now. 

Though his actions were vulgar and sexual, he did not think of it as that. He couldn’t think of her for long without feeling the need to have her. To be close to her. To please her. To hold her close and make her feel safe under his touch, to make her feel loved and desired with his body, his hands, and his mouth. 

He thought of what her septa told her. That she’d have to lay down and take it. If she was with him she’d want it, she’d never be forced. Bedding would be a pleasure not a duty.

His groans loudened, and his breathing quickened as he thought of how she’d ask him for it. How gentle her touch would feel on his ruined skin. 

Soon he was awoken from his day dream as the hot splash of his release jolted his mind back to reality. 

He did not have her, and she for all he knew, did not want him. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈

And so the Hound was left with nothing to do but sit and watch as the love of his life was preparing to leave his life forever. 

He felt his heart breaking as he escorted the royals to the docks with the rest of the Kingsguard. He felt his eyes water as she began to step onto the dock, and approach the boat that would take her away from him. 

Naught could be done for her. 

So without a word the Hound offered the girl his hand. She took it, gently. He helped her into the boat. Her gaze fell onto him, and Gods it felt warm. He wanted to cut through them all. Wanted to take her off that boat and ride her away on Stranger. He’d do all the things he thought of the night before. Build her a home, keep her safe, and he’d love her. But they didn’t live in that world. 

The princess would marry that Tyrell. She’d have his sons, whether she wanted it or not. And she would never know how much her dog loved her.

The Hound watched as the boat sailed away with the girl he had loved all his life.

It’s the world that’s awful.

Thank you so much for your request! It was so much fun to write!!

Requester: @rhinestonecowboysworld

[dyinggirldied]

royal consort au brainrot

the royal consort au by @dcxdpdabbles makes me lose my mind so i have to share this so i can go to bed:

danny has his own wikipedia page though there is ongoing debate on whether they should use present tense (since he is alive) or past tense (seeing as he is engaged to the ghost king/high king of infinity realm)

some part of the social media romanticizes danny's situation as a hades and persephone or cinderella or both. you just know that some girls and boys out there are maddeningly jealous that danny manages to bag a king who is seemingly deeply in love with him.

unfortunately, he becomes a standard of beauty (twink, short, black-hair and blue eyes) because somehow rumors leak that phantom finds him the epitome of beauty. bruce is a bit worried since tim sort of fits the bill. in another city, billy batson/shazam is being teased by his adoptive siblings also for that precise reason

surprisingly, danny can be a charming speaker which people thinks it's part of why phantom fell in love with him.

bruce (and a portion of the world, including constantine) is concern since danny is still young (not sure how old he is in original prompt so i left it vague) and this whole thing; being the most popular public figure in the world and being haunted constantly by paparazzi, his joining with the ruler of the dead, the political between his home world and his future one, might damage his psyche sooner or later and bruce is trying to find a contingency plan for that.

and what's even is batman's contingency plans for this kind of situation, i don't know. im not that smart but clark, diane and constantine and the flash family will need to be there. to make sure bruce doesn't accidentally go too far.

also, this one comes like a hammer to my head but what if one day, danny feels an itchy sort of feeling in his throat but waves it off as a cold? he regrets it when barely a minute later he coughs out a palmful of blood. danny might be in outdoor place or in the justice league headquarter but the point is: everyone panics. especially once he loses consciousness.

this one can be branched off into two:

someone, either the leftover resentful giw or amanda waller, decides to poison him.

maddie innocently makes lunch for her son, after finding a new bag of spice for the meat. that spice contains blood blossom, which is deadlier for ghost (or half-ghost) if you eat it. of course, clockwork will ensure no one finds out danny is a halfa by making the machine detecting it as allergy, if a bit unsual one and danny will still live, if a bit disgruntle and so done with his half life already

[flamingoofeathers]

𝗔 𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗘’𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧 || 𝗝. 𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗞

pairings: james hook x mermaid!reader

part 2 -> VK GONE SOFT || J.HOOK

summary: the times that hook came to see you and the time he didn’t. A forbidden love between a royal and a rebel, a pirate and a mermaid.

one shot; wc: 1.8k

genre: angst, fluff

main masterlist j.hook masterlist

a/n: you can imagine the reader as young Ariel or the daughter of Ariel, it doesnt really change much.

James tried to be as subtle as he can, cautiously looking around incase any one of the vk's were to see him, he wouldn't want to imagine what would happen. Dont get him wrong, he doesn't care about what anyone thinks, but this is his friends, the VK'S, dangerous people, that would hurt anyone who gets in their way.

Finally reaching the woods far behind Merlin Academy, he walked calmly through the forest, whistling as he neared the enchanted lake. No one comes to the lake during the week, since it's quite far from campus, but it would be filled with student wanting to take a swim during the weekends.

His chest filled with glee when he heard the splashing of water, grinning to himself, as he rushed to get to the lake faster.

When he arrived, the view he saw made all his problems go away, there she was, in all her glory, swimming around, humming a song.

The girl didn’t noticed him arrive, too busy in her own world to hear the sound of his chained boots.

He walked closer to the water, leaning into it "Hello there, my Princess" he said in a low voice, reaching his right hand towards the startled girl "James! You came!" The girl cheerfully said before swimming towards her beloved pirate.

Now face to face, Hook carefully touched her chin before leaning in, giving her a tender kiss.

Pulling away, hook asked "i hope you havent been waiting long for me" as he stood up, carefully taking off his clothes, leaving only his boxer before diving into the water.

"I haven’t, dont worry, at least you're here now" y/n replied as she hugged her lover.

"Good. Bridget pissed Uliana off again and it took a lot longer than expected to calm her down" Hook said hugging her back, thinking about Uliana was starting to stress him out again and his girlfriend noticed it.

"Well, dont think about her now, think about me instead" she said flirtingly, causing the boy to chuckle before kissing her again.

Y/n didnt like Uliana at all, while she wasn't a target of her bullying, she felt really bad for poor Bridget, who just wanted to be friends with her, but instead get made fun of. Other than that, she didnt like the fact that she always stresses her boyfriend out.

The sun was already setting when the couple got out of water and put their clothes back on.

They layed on the ground cuddled up, y/n leaning on James chest as they watched the sunset.

"You think we'll be able to date freely, one day James?"

"One day, we will."

The next time Hook was about to sneak away to meet his lovely mermaid, he got stopped by Maleficent.

"Mali- hi! Why arent you with Hades?" Hook chuckled nervously.

"Drop the act, Hook." Maleficent sneered.

"Wat are you talking about?" Hook was getting more nervous by the second.

"I know you're off to meet that little mermaid of yours, you're not slick" she scoffed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about"

"Im not dumb, i see you staring at her every time she's around." she scoffed.

"I-"

"-and i'm not the only one who noticed, Uliana is getting more suspicious every day, i suggest you stop seeing her, James, just for a little while." Maleficent said, her voice getting softer the more she observes her friend.

If Hook was nervous then, he was panicking now.

"What? No- i cant possibly-" Hook stumbled upon his words.

"James, i have no problem with you seeing her, if you're happy with her then I'm happy for you, but you know how Uliana is, she finds out and she'll make her life a living hell before she makes yours one too. It's just until Uliana stops suspecting" Maleficent pats his back before leaving him alone.

Hooks stands at the exit of the Academy as he stared in the air, conflicted.

Y/n was getting worried, its been hours since she and Hook was supposed to meet, she's been out of the water since well before, just sitting down, staring into the forest, wondering if maybe Hook was just a late, bc of Uliana again, but as the sky got darker, there was still no sign of him.

Disappointed, she started her way back to the Academy.

The next day, during her free period, she roamed the halls of the school, in search of James, knowing he skips almost all of his classes. They barely ever meet within school grounds, too scared to be seen by others.

She stops as she notice a hooked figure sat against one of the trees in the courtyard, happy, y/n walked closer as she yelled "james! Where were you-" she stopped herself when her dear boyfriend, saw her and instead of greeting her, he rushed away from her.

Weeks goes by and everyday, y/n slowly lost hope for them. Everytime she tried to talk to him and waited for him, her heart broke a little bit more.

As Bridget sang around the courtyard, giving out cupcakes along with the two new kids, Chloe and Red, she sat on a bench melancholically.

"What?" The girl watched with a broken heart as James disappear from her view.

As the VK's made their entrance, y/n stared at her boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, she assumes, with longing eyes.

On the other hand, Hook was trying not to look at her, afraid he might break and rush to her.

As Uliana chased Bridget and Ella out the courtyard with everyone else following, he hesitated, finally staring at his beloved mermaid, making eye contact with her after so long.

He watched as y/n stood up and started approaching him.

They stood face to face with each other, not saying anything.

"I- i'm so sor-" Hook raised his hands to cup her face when a familiar loud grunt was heard.

"you need to go, please." Hook managed to push her away before Uliana and the vk's saw her.

"SHE'LL PAY FOR THIS" was the last thing y/n heard before she left.

The night of Castlecoming arrived and y/n didnt even want to go, but the dress she bought for this night was too expensive for her to not come. It was a dark red color to match Hook's suit for the night, it was supposed to be a surprise for him, her wearing his favorite color, but right now she regretted it.

She walked past happy students chatting about how excited they were, she wanted to roll her eyes at them, but she knew she was just bitter so she just sighed.

She didnt know what to do, she just stood there in the middle of the crowd not engaging with anyone, until Bridget came with Ella and greeted her.

"Y/N! Did you go with somrone?" Bridget said very happily, and hugged her, as if they were close, but she knew that was just how Bridget is.

"Oh! Hi, Bridget! Hi, Ella! And uh, no, no one asked me to be their date so im free for the night" y/n said, trying to hide the disappointment, but failed as Bridget noticed her expression.

"Oh...it's alright y/n, no one asked me too, i came here with Ella, you should hang with us" Bridget offered as Ella nodded her head.

"Oh no no, i wouldn't want to impose"

"You won't be, you'd make this night more bearable for me, trust me" Ella said jokingly making the other two laugh.

"Ask her to dance later" Maleficent whispered to him.

The three chatted for the whole night, y/n had fun just chatting with them, not even noticing a certain hooked man entering and staring at her from across the dance floor.

"What?" Hook asked confused.

"Ask her to dance later, dont worry about it" Maleficent smiled.

"What about-" Hook started.

"We'll take care of Uliana" she winked.

"We?"

"Yeah, 𝘸𝘦" Maleficent nodded her head towards Hades and Morgie, who nodded back at him with knowing smirks.

Hooks smiled back at them "Thanks, Mali"

As the night comes to its end, a final dance is presented to the students.

Hook went back to staring at the mermaid girl, with a new found feeling.

The dancefloor got cleared, only Charming, the crowned prince, remained as a slow song starts playing.

𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

Everyone waited expectantly for him to approach someone.

Charming approached the three girls. Bridget and Y/n pushing Ella towards the prince.

𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦

𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘮𝘮

"Ella, may i have this dance"

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

Y/n looked at the newly formed couple in the middle of the dance floor with so much happines yet envy. As she stared at them, she noticed a pair of eyes staring at her from across the dance floor.

"Yes" Ella said as charming lead her in the middle of the dance floor.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦

It was as if the world stopped and it was just the two of them

All Hook could think was how beautiful she was, in that dress, in his favorite color.

Maleficent noticed his stare "go" she whispered.

Hook looked at her and she smiled at him, before turning back to the others.

"This is so boring, Uli, lets just go before i die of boredom" Maleficent groaned.

"Exactly, i wanna rip my ears out, this song is awful" Hades complained as he wraps his arms around Maleficent

"Yeah, Uli, i thought this was gonna be fun but it's just torture" Morgie whined.

"You're right." Uliana rolled her eyes before she turned away and went for the exit not caring who follows her.

"Go get her" Hades patted his back before leaving with the others.

No one else went to the dance floor, all endeared by the unexpected pair, thats why everyone gasped when the one and only James Hook, invaded the dance floor but his eyes was only set on one person, his beloved.

Y/n stared as Hook approached her.

The two stared at each other.

𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺

"May i have this dance, my love?" Hook asked in a soft voice.

Y/n just stared at him with an open mouth, before Bridget nudge her.

"Yes." She let out a breathe.

Hook beamed as he kissed her hand before leading her to the dance floor.

The two stared at each other with so much love and longing.

𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦

"I love you, y/n l/n" Hook whispered.

"I love you too, James Hook" y/n said back with no hesitation, before they share their first kiss in front of everyone.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧

They didn't care when everyone gasped at the even more unexpected pair, all they cared was they were finally in each others arms again.

There's still so much they need to talk about, but that can wait for tomorrow, tonight is for them.

"So...this is love"

James said as he stared at her.

[lovelytsunoda]

jolene // logan sargeant

summary: nothing breaks the internet more than international recording artist dolly parton appearing in the williams garage. well, nothing more than finding out that her granddaughter is dating a certain f1 rookie

pairing: logan sargeant x parton! reader

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y/nparton this one's personal. i came back to tennesse after spending a year doing my undergrad. by that point, i'd dropped out of university, found myself drinking to regulate my anxiety, and was ready to walk away from it all. without all the love from my parents, from my grandma and from my dear L, i don't think I would have made it out alive.

"i got so high that i saw jesus" is out now on all streaming platforms.

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theofficialdolly I’m so proud of you, sweetheart!

user I wish I was as strong as you are tbh

user you wtf is Logan Sargent doing here fr?

-> user hear me out, hear me out: look at the second picture. clearly she has a boyfriend. her boyfriends name starts with an L. she has the name ‘Logan’ engraved on her guitar, all this time I just thought it was the brand name, but what if it’s her lovers name?

user I have never felt so many emotions in one song before

yourbestfriend SLAY QUEEEN!!! IM SO PROUD IF YOU AND I MISS YOU

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logansargeant my evaluation of your cowboy reputation has me thinking you’re a cutie and I am hopelessly in love with you

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oscarpiastri thank god were allowed to talk about it now, you were getting insufferable

-> logansargeant oh be quiet

y/nparton love you most, florida boy

-> logansargeant love you to saturn, country girl

liamlawson30 Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Jo-leneeee

-> alex_albon IM BEGGING PLEASE DONT TAKE MY MAN

-> oscarpiastri PLEASE DONT TAKE HIM JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN

-> user not the Jolene jokes, they’re so unserious 😭

theofficialdolly you take good care of my granddaughter, young man. welcome to the family.

-> logansargeant of course, ma’am. I love her with my whole heart and soul.

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y/nparton memphis, always a pleasure 🩶

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user DID YOU SEE HOW SHE RAN INTO LOGANS ARMS AFTER SINGING YOU SEXY THING?

—> user AND THEN SHE GAVE HIM HER COWBOY HAT I AM NOT OKAY

oscarpiastri okay so maybe I do like country music

-> logansargeant says the guy who was singing the climb in the car on the way there

logansargeant proud of you sweetheart ❤️

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user this is the sexiest american power couple I have ever seen # pargeant4eva

user my american royals

user so does this mean we get dolly in the williams garage more often

-> williamsracing yes.

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I got so high that I saw Jesus - noah cyrus

save a horse ride a cowboy - big&rich

you sexy thing - zella day

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Make a Change

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

Inspired by the parade scene from Princess Diaries 2

Wanda, the doe-human hybrid was still getting used to all of the changes in her life. First off, she was rescued from the Facility and ended up a nice hybrid Sanctuary. And then she met you and found herself falling in love with you, a human of all people.

But something was bothering you. The one thing Wanda didn’t know was that the Sanctuary was drowning. There was little support coming in at the time. Donations were scarce and humans were still frightened by the mere appearance of hybrids.

Your pal and benefactor Tony Stark did all he could but support was drying up faster than his father’s liquor supply. His words actually.

You tried to keep Wanda and the other hybrids filled with joy and keep them safe. Bud Natasha knew the truth. If things didn’t change fast, the Sanctuary would have to close its doors.

Tony proposed a Hail Mary idea. There was a city wide parade coming up and…

“I want you and a couple of the hybrids to ride in a car together”

“Me?” You asked with a raised brow

“You’re the one running it!” He answered. “Also Natasha and maybe…”

“Can I help?” Wanda asked a little unsure what was going on.

“Sure!” Tony answered, “the more the merrier. You know, you could be a supermodel”

Wanda smiles and stays close to you. “I’ll do it if you will” she whispered in your ear.

“We’ll sit together then” you answered.

The day of the parade had come. You and Wanda were loaded onto the backseat of a convertible.

The citywide parade was in full swing. Wanda was instructed by Stark to just sit there and wave. The simple act should be enough.

As the convertible turned out of the garage and onto the parade route street, you could tell all eyes were on you, Wanda and Natasha. But not exactly in the good way, their stares and glares pierced you. And if it was affecting you, then it was definitely affecting Wanda. Natasha was a little more resilient but Wanda, well if she was hurting, she was actually doing a better job hiding it. Her attitude was confident and royal like.

And then her eyes wandered and she saw her. A little cheetah hybrid girl, maybe two or three, her eyes were filled with tears. This little cheetah girl was surrounded by fellow hybrid children who were teasing her. Wanda’s heart immediately broke.

“Stop the car,” Wanda ordered.

Tony looked dumbfounded, “w-what? Why?”

“I said stop the car!” Wanda practically shouted. Tony stopped the car.

Wanda immediately bolted out of the car and walked over to the little hybrid girl. The crowd was silent at this point. Even the band playing behind you halted and froze.

You could see her, getting on her knees in front of the young cheetah girl. “Hi there im Wanda,” she said, her voice full of motherly love, “what’s your name?”

“Riri” the young girl replied.

“That’s a lovely name, Riri” Wanda’s attention turned to the hybrid kids bullying young Riri. “And may I ask why you were hurting Riri?”

“They were playing with my tail,” the young girl cried. She kept one of her thumbs in her mouth, obviously she had been separated from her mother at too young an age. “They said no one would adopt me. That no one would like my cat eyes or tail or ears”

“I like them. They’re so cute.” The doe assured her. “They’re all you”

You got up and walked over to Wanda and Riri. “Wanda…” you looked at them, an idea forming in your mind, “would Riri like to join us for the parade?”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Wanda’s eyes wandered to the entire rest of the hybrid children, “in fact, why don’t we all walk in this parade together?”

The young hybrids all got excited. Wanda offered you a little wink. She bent down and opened her arms, inviting Riri into them the way a mother would. Natasha, watching the whole exchange, simply smiled.

Riri happily jumped into Wanda’s arms. The doe hybrid looked to you. Without even a moment’s hesitation, you joined Wanda at her side and the parade resumed.

Wanda and you led the hybrid children out into the street, waving to the crowd of humans. You could see hearts breaking, people smiling and clapping. You turned to Wanda, she was like royalty among the common folk. Her presence was strong, resilient. She held tight to Riri with one hand and with the other, she reached for your hand. You took it without a second thought.

Little Riri slowly but surely stopped sucking on her thumb and began to wave to the crowd. For one moment, she was a princess.

The parade ended as Wanda handed Riri back to the adult she saw with the crowd earlier.

“You can visit me anytime, Riri” Wanda assured the little girl.

“Bye Wanda,” Wanda walked over to you, tears forming in her eyes.

“She’s an orphan. They’re all orphans” Wanda cries softly as she collapsed into your arms.

“I know” you whispered before kissing her forehead. “You did so good today”

“I could’ve done more” she responded, looking up to you. You leaned your forehead against hers, gently rubbing her antlers. The mere action brought Wanda some solace.

“Wanna go home and watch a movie?” You asked as you led her away.

“Yes please”

Later that night you got a phone call from the hybrid orphanage. You took all the info in and hung up.

“What was that?” Wanda asked.

“You did more than you realized, my doe” you smiled. “The orphanage called and…Riri just got adopted.”

Wanda began to cry happy tears as she hugged you tightly.

“I didn’t think…” Wanda tried to comprehend what to say as you quietly soothed her soul.

“You wanna know the secret to changing the world?”

“What?”

“You do it thru acts of random kindness” you reassured her. “You changed that little girls world today”

Wanda smiled, “I-I just looked at her and I saw my boys. I know we’ll find them some day.”

“I have no doubts my doe” you placed a kiss to her forehead.

You woke up in the couch the next morning to see Wanda asleep, her face buried in the crook of your neck. She awoke a split second later, facing you with a little blush on her face.

“Sorry,” she whispered, “I guess I fell asleep during the movie”

“Don’t be,” you smiled back, “I like having you close”

Wanda giggled, her eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips and back. You felt yourself pulling to her like magnets. Suddenly you were interrupted by a knocking at your apartment door.

You opened the door to find Tony standing there frantically. “You gotta see this!”

He produced a newspaper with a photo someone took of you and your doe human hybrid gal, leaning foreheads against one another and the caption: BREAKING BARRIERS.

“Wanda is famous. We got donations and corporate sponsors pouring in!” Tony explained with a smile.

Natasha came up behind him with a piece of paper, “Stark’s right. Just look at these numbers.” She handed you the paper and your eyes went wide.

“What is it, (Y/N)?” Wanda asked.

“W-Wanda,” you exclaimed, “because of your simple act of kindness, you helped us raise in five minutes what we haven’t raised in five months!!”

Wanda was in complete shock. The sanctuary was saved. Support was pouring in. All because of her act of kindness.

“Wanda you are amazing, you know that?” Tony asked, an idea flashed in his brain. “That’s it! You and Wanda!”

“What?” You turned to your pal.

“You and Wanda are the faces of our organization! I’m a genius! We need you and Wanda to be our spokespeople!”

“I-I don’t know” Wanda said uncertain, “I’m not much of a camera person”

“Oh come on,” Tony found himself begging you and Wanda. “Just one photo together. Please! For the article!”

You took Wanda to her favorite spot on the Sanctuary grounds. Tony and a photographer followed.

“One photo,” Tony promised, “just act like you love each other.”

Well who said anything about acting?

You rolled your eyes and sat down on the hilltop overlooking the Sanctuary. Wanda sat down behind you and leaned her head on your shoulder, giggling at what she was doing. Her laugh was so infectious you couldn’t help but chuckle a little too.

The photographer snapped the photo. Tony quickly looked at it and smiled. “Perfect!”

That photo became the symbol for co-existence between humans and hybrids. You and Wanda saw it in newspapers, ads, and websites and with it, came an influx of support for the charity and for hybrid rights. That photo also rests comfortably on the mantle of your fireplace. You and Wanda still look at it on occasion.

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haiii >_< what type of fantasy characters/stererotypes would aot characters be?

- any characters you want but def reiner pls＾ ty baby

🧝‍♀️ aot characters & fantasy

characters included: eren, armin, mikasa, sasha, connie, jean, annie, reiner, bertolt, levi, erwin & hange!!

notes: this was so fun to do omg

✧ eren jaeger - hero gone villain

okay i know this is a bit basic to do… but c’mon!! he’s literally the epitome of ‘i’ve become what i sought out to destroy’ and i just can’t think of him as anything else. he fits the stereotype too well😭.

✧ armin arlert - mage

he is soooo side kick mage, no? tell me you can’t imagine armin (specifically with the mushroom hair) wearing a wizard gown, hat and holding a magical old stick. he doesn’t like to leave his tower often but is usually forced to when something goes amiss - i can imagine him sighing deeply while reluctantly grabbing his magical old stick.

✧ mikasa ackerman - sidekick

bad ass sidekick who lives in the woods & is probably on the run. i’m thinking… arcana muriel vibes for this but less stoic and quiet (and less cursed) but, she definitely learnt to fight in the woods when she was 3 OR taken in by an old, rugged guy whose family died tragically. either way, everyone’s terrified of her but she steals bread for orphans or some heroic shit like that.

✧ jean kirsten - prince

himbo prince😭 i mean this in the BEST way possibly mkay! he’s not really a himbo however… he just gives prince who accidentally got entangled in a weird adventure and he doesn’t know how to live without servants. he’s be like “erm, i am not crossing that muddy river.” BUT THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT WOULD BE INSANE by the end, he’d like finally understand how bad the government is or how poor the townspeople are and give them money.

✧ connie springer - the fool

sigh… the fool, the court jester, etc etc. he would be himbo prince jean’s court jester 100% and they’re like actually pretty good friends, they’ve known each other since they were kids. he also gets dragged along with jean on a weird adventure and he would be the comedic relief. (also a shoulder for jean to cry on when he gets mud on his fancy royal shoes).

✧ sasha braus - henchman

hunter/henchman hellooo…? literally expert at using a bow and arrow? grew up in the woods?? she would EAT so hard being a henchman and to make it even better, when someone hires her they don’t know she’s a girl and whenever someone finds out, they’ll be so shocked!! feminism!

✧ reiner braun - the beast

dare i say… some sort of big beast? like a big, fluffy beast but make it sexy, beauty and the beast vibes perhaps. imagine fighting this big and surprisingly attractive who lives under a bridge. IM SORRY THAT WOULD BE SO FUN… i’m thinking like diane from sds vibes too!!

✧ bertolt hoover - squire

young, little boy training to be a knight aka a squire. tell me you cant see this little cutie patootie dressed to the nines in armour, learning how to swing a sword?! maybe him and annie trained together or dare i say, he looks up to her.

✧ annie leonhart - knight

sworn shield to a princess that she falls in love with. imma need someone to write a fanfic about this RIGHT NOW!! we all know annie knows how to whop some ass so, of course she was chosen by the king and queen to protect their precious daughter but what happens when… she falls in love! GAH!! of course, she could never speak of her feelings - maybe one day.

✧ levi ackerman - assassin

leader of some sort of renegade, like a special group of assassins. no matter what universe this man is in, his crown will never fall! his title carries on throughout all possible realties m’kay. same backstory though 100%, raised in the poor ditches but learnt how to fight and now he’s a leader of a renegade! you have to pay big buck to get levi to assassinate someone, he’s the best of the best after all.

✧ erwin smith - commander

i’m sorry to be basic and boring but a commander of an army. HE HAS TO BEEE 😭it’s too perfect, i’m sorry. except imagine the army is all medieval and dripped out in chainmail!

✧ hange zoë - pirate

a pirate. LIKE CMONNN especially s4 hange with the eye patch?! i can totally imagine hange running a ship and sailing the seven seas. they’re literally a commander too? it was written in the stars, they’re perfect for the role! i can totally see them playing devious pranks and tricks on other pirates trying to secure the same treasure.

[possibly-in-wonderland]

some modern girl falls into middle earth concepts (the hobbit & lotr)

reader has a gold tooth or two, obvs the company is interested but what happens when thorin gets that gold sickness lmfao

reader has hella tattoos/piercings/body mods (tatted eyeballs, pointed ears, split tongue, fangs, etc) and explains the process to the company (maybe dwalin gets the hots). this is, of course, after the company finds out reader is in fact human and not some odd race they've never heard of

black or native american reader (bc u know how dwarves & elves are with hair)

reader who speaks norwegian and has studied norwegian history (bc why not) and likes to draw comparisons between scandinavian culture and dwarven culture (idk why lmao)

italian reader (bc food)

reader with dai yueqin-length hair (aka if its not up its a tripping hazard to everyone)

reader who's a part of the sca

deaf!reader (maybe bifur's sign language is similar to asl and they end up becoming friends)

blind!reader (reader likes touching faces, im just imagining reader touching one of the dwarves' faces and being like "oh wow ur very handsome", maybe reader likes bigger noses, bigger ears, longer hair, and beards bc they feel interesting as opposed to a clean-shaven face and smaller features)

reader with a beard fetish (*everyone looks at nori and his glorious beard*)

stoner reader who, after falling into middle earth, found themselves constantly stoned stupid due to eating a brownie before the fall (and by some weird magical thing, their body is now "glitched").

alternatively, stoner reader who had seeds on them before they fell.

metalhead reader (specifically eddie munson-style...so thrasher obsessed with dnd).

crackfic idea: introducing the dwarves to diggy hole (lmao)

reader, who's obsessed with stories, tells the company a different story from their home world each night (like a story about a young viking managing to train the most ferocious dragon (how to train your dragon)). later, reader ends up retelling snow white and the seven dwarves.

some sort of bl2 x hobbit crossover (reader's a siren but not from the borderlands universe, and in this case their magic is more like pony magic from mlp friendship is magic or bonnies magic from vampire diaries). they dont get any markings or anything until they "leech" the gold sickness from thorin (which, in turn, affects the reader by making their powers more awesome). obvs there's some limitations (they lose the ability to fully control their limbs and are pretty much wheelchair-bound for a few months). reader is pretty much a demigod (probably just as powerful if not maybe a little less powerful than gandalf).

reader fell into middle earth a couple thousand years ago but due to some weird aging thing and middle earth time working differently than modern earth time they age differently. they've become some minor witch or wizard.

reader "scent marks/chins" to show love (like a rabbit)

reader whos part of modern royalty from our world (and enjoys middle earth more than anything bc they don't have to be "propper" all the time, maybe their more of a princess diana royal)

speaking of princess diana: reader gushes over princess diana

post botfa: fem!reader flirts with dis (lol)

reader pretends to by psychic (like in psych) but in reality they've read every book part of the lotr/hobbit universe and know everything (maybe they understand some of their languages as well, not enough to be fluent but enough to pick out certain words)

reader grew up DEEP in the mountains of west virginia (and likes to sing country roads at random points, though they change some of the lyrics bc they don't have the crayons nor willpower to explain a radio)

reader knows "big bad john" and "the cajun queen" by jimmy dean by heart

reader quietly singing jolene after the events of mirkwood

reader lives life by the kenny rogers song "the gambler"

most of the songs the reader knows are either by dolly parton or kenny rogers (or any other artist similar like reba)

reader casually talks about the horrors of our world like its the most normal thing (ww2, systematic racism, the truth of thanksgiving, climate change, 2020, the patriarchy and how they treat women, etc)...everyone looks horrified

reader writes hozier-style songs

reader is the biggest fucking flirt (but by that, i mean they'll flirt with trees...not just ents, no, trees...and rocks)

reader, a seemingly innocent-looking woman, was a deathmetal vocalist in our world

reader has a thing for watching blacksmiths and metalsmiths (i used to like watching forged in fire until i realized they were a bunch of sexists)

reader has the deepest southern accent-

reader is a little insecure only to find out that everything society deems gross and unsightly in our world is hella attractive to dwarves (body hair, extra weight, etc)

reader has abandonment issues and is terrified the company or fellowship are gonna abandon them at any point

reader introduces the company/fellowship to truth or dare, reader get's dared to tell the group their biggest secret, they pull out their childhood stuffed animal from their bag and introduce the group to said stuffed animal. reader thinks the group will laugh at them. the fellowship finds it endearing. the company also finds it endearing (esp dori, bifur, and bofur).

reader goes on a tangent about frontal lobes for a solid 15 minutes straight with no stopping bc of that one hyperfixation they had a few years back.

reader with chronic pain. they never talk about it but something goes wrong, reader and (we'll say dwalin) switch bodies. the pain is so bad dwalin is keeling over and after they get switched back everyone has a little more respect for reader than before. ("what do you mean tHIS IS NORMAL EVERYDAY PAIN? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THIS FLARES UP AND GETS WORSE??? THIS ISNT EVEN THE WORST OF IT???" reader shrugs "eh u get used to it after living with it for ur entire life")

reader doesn't like wearing shoes, but has feet as strong as a hobbits so its fine

everyone's explaining what folktale they tell children in different cultures when asked where babies come from. the dwarves talk about being born of rocks, hobbits talk about being born in gardens, the human reader tells the story of the stork

idk i kinda wanna mix some of these together

[simoneslibrarys]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷－𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

cw: fem! reader, afab!reader, angst, hurt/ comfort, family gathering, bi-han's mother being the girl boss she is, bi-han’s mom does slap bi-Han’s father but it’s sooo deserved..,bi-han's father is kind of a dick :(, shy! reader, young! reader, young!bi-han, soft!bi-han, kuai liang and tomas being the best wing-men ever, poor reader is just gonna get judged, is not expressed to be POC but isn't stated that she is not, AVAHEJEJEJDJNDDNN I LOVE THEM

NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: hellloooo, sorry for not posting for a while :(( I’ve been busy with real life so I apologize for that! due to the poll i posted out people wanted to see the reader meet the rest of bi-han's family and properly meet his mother as well. I want to say thank you so much for interacting with it! this is really good responces to my first fanfic on this site. I love you guys so much, please reblog to help me out!

✧- when bi-han asked you to meet his family after a while of offically dating, you couldn't help but be confused. you've met his mother in fact see her everytime you came over. his brother do the same. come over and hang out with you at the bakery, even help you out with custom orders. so you thought you knew his family pretty well. until..

✧- you arrived at the home in your prettist blue dress, pearly white heels passed down from your mother. a pretty necklace that bi-han had gifted you and light blue sweater. hair pinned up with a blue glass buyao. you had brought some dishes and food of your own to share with his family. wrapped neatly with a soft blue cloth and hand woven basket you bought for this occassion.

✧- once you arrived at the home of the Lin Kuei family, bi-han came by your side. greeting you and kissing your forehead. you couldn't help but sweat and shake in your heels. "bi-han im scared to meet your family. I've met everyone before but your father.." youmumbled as he walked you to the home. the garden fountain trying it's hardest to calm your nerves

✧- bi-han's eyes wander quickly at the word 'father' . bi-han cleared his throat and gave you a wiry smile. "everything will be alright. no mayter what my father says, you'll forever be mines." he said, his gruff, maturing voice soothing throught it. he kissed your hand as you giggled. "please, your treating me like royality." bi-han chuckled as he helped you up the steps. "are you not?" he joked.

✧- once you entered, you saw tomas look up with glee and kuai liang flashing you a cheeky grin. "oh my god! hi (reader)!!" tomas cheered. he rushed out his seat to hug your side as bi-han groaned at his little brother's adoration. "tomas.." he grunted. you laughed as ruffled his hair as he giggled and hid inbetween your legs. "no, it's okay! I don't mind!" you giggled.

✧- sitting beside bi-han's mother was his father. his father. his face stone cold and seemingly angry. bi-han's mother smiled at you, waved her hand out to you to sit. "please darling sit, I know it was a long walk her formt he village!" she cooed. you nodded as bi-han took you to your seat next him on his father's side. he pulled out your chair and pushed you as he sat next to him.

✧- "i've brought some pasteries of my own if that's okay?" you whispered. the grandmaster looked at you with disgusted, you felt so ugly as soon as his gaze sat on you. bi-han's mother pinched his thigh, making him jump a little in his seat. "hello. (reader) is it?" he said, his voice just as gruff and harsh as his eldest son. "yes my grandmaster." you answered quickly but quietly.

✧- "please my sweet! don't be afraid! you have nothing to fear!" bi-han’s mother assured. her husband grumbled as he closed his eyes. bi-Han’s mother leaned into her husband. “please show some respect! she is a sweet girl who loves our son dearly. Do not scare her away..” she barked softly in his ear with scorn.

✧- as all of you ate, you were shy and bashful. bi-han’s father asked away about you. Where is your bakery? Who is your father? How do you and bi-han meet? Everything was confusing and stressful and bi-han could feel that.

✧- “interesting..” his father groaned. your face was lowered and sat in between you shoulders. hi-Han had just about enough of his judgmental and rather rude behavior towards you. “can you stop? she very uncomfortable!” bi-han shouted. bi-Han’s father growled and slammed his fist on the table, scaring Tomas and kuai liang.

✧- “sit down!” his mother shouted at her husband but her demands went unnoticed. “It was you huh? you! you come into my home and shame me? Use my son was a cover?!” he roared. you started to tear up and sob, “no, that’s not it my master! I-I…!” bi-Han took your arm and lift you up and stood you up on your feet.

✧- “she said nothing of you! you ask her questions and make her feel like she’s below us. she is not. excuse us mother..” his family watched as he take you outside as you sob and crying into his chest. his mother had a faint smile on her face as she watched her son take care of you from afar.

✧- “disrespectful I say..that girl is nasty little baker girl. I don’t want my son around her, dirtying his image and mines-“. his wife lands a nice and sting slap on the grandmaster’s face. kuai loans stood up and picked up Tomas and ran away from the table as Tomas was tearing up. “How could you?! your other raised you better than this! get your head out of your ass and wake up you douche bag! that girl is doing what she can to survive! I am ashamed of you..”

✧- the grandmaster’s wife left the table, leaving him all behind. meanwhile with you, you were worn out. you got out of your dress and into a me of his shirts. you laid on his bed as he kissed you cheek. he got out of all of his gear and slipped into night clothes. he laid next to you, holding your hips tightly as you softly snored.

✧- as bi-Han was ready to fall into slumber, you woke him up. “bi-Han am I really dirty? gross? beneath you?” another emotion. it was new but not in a good way. like in a way that twisted his heart into pieces. “no, never. you are mines nothing can change that. not even my father can change that…” he kissed your lips as you snuggled to him closer. He rested his chin on you shoulder as you laid on his exposed arm.

I love you bi-Han

I love you too

[alilbitlesbian]

Goddamn Monsterfuckers

Reader x Sonia x Rauru

Zelda and Link weren't the only ones under the castle, Zelda's personal guard, a knight who was trained and hired to relieve Link of some of his duties, had been with them.

They stood next to their friends when the floor collapsed, falling into an inky abyss, time froze as they fell, the dot of light that was the dungeons disappearing above them. They'd accepted their fate already when light, yellow sparkles buzzed over their skin like static electricity, and then they were gone, disappearing in a mist of power.

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Reader is nonbinary and also not even attracted to Rauru at first because they're convinced he's either a small lynel or an overgrown bokoblin.

Sonia and Rauru are IMMEDIATELY hooked though, also they think Zelda is dating R which is,,,, not true but it's funny so I let it happen, im so exhausted from writing this and the sidon x reader project, sfjkdlg.

send asks if you have any fun ideas for fics!! This one will have several chapters so please for the love of god just oneshots, just oneshots cause i cant sjfkdg

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Their breaths were wheezing, confusing them momentarily as they lay, looking at the clouds as the soft twinkling sparks of magic finally extinguished like the sparks of a fire

-

They awoke in a field, tired and cold, a hand shook their shoulder, and their eyes snapped open, she was alone, in a field, and someone- a stranger- shook them?

Their wordless shout had the stranger withdrawing, muttering to someone they could not yet see, the Knight crawled away from the stranger, looking around and seeing the princess not far away.

In a flash, they were up to their feet, they stumbled, uneasy, and their eyes flicked from the hylian woman in front of them to the strange beast that bent over Miss Zelda's form, sharp teeth exposed and clawed hands reaching for the princess.

It took not a second to drag their sword from its scabbard and draw their shield, both royal guards’ issues that proudly displayed the symbol of Hyrule, the woman looked at them in confusion, but she followed their eye line to the beast and her eyes widened, mouth opening to shout.

The woman called out, and the beast barely managed to see the approaching guard before he sprung back from them, they stood over Miss Zelda, making sure not to hurt her as they kept both assailants away. If the woman knew a monster, she surely wasn't as safe as she appeared.

The beast approached, hands out in a placating matter, the knight snarled, snarled like Link had taught them to scare monsters and people alike, and held their sword at the ready.

The two figures glanced to one another, and in a wide arc, they stepped to eachother. The monster drew the woman behind it, a protective move. The guard grimaced, lowering their stance, the beast was much larger than them, it could easily defeat them, especially with how unsteady they still felt after the strange rush of magic and the fall under the castle.

No matter, they would not allow any harm to befall the princess.

"Your companion-" the woman said, they frowned, before hearing a soft groan, they glanced, panicked, between the princess and the threats, but as the young girl stirred and attempted to sit up, the choice was made.

"Princess!" They cried, shield dropping with a clatter and sword returning to its sheath with a soft *shiiing*, they slid on their knees in their haste to be by the princess’ side, they missed the way that the Hylian woman repeated the word they’d spoken to her beast, confused.

"Please, don't strain yourself." Their hands settled on the princess’s back and shoulder, protectively glancing at the stranger and monster as they helped her sit up, the second they heard feet approach, they scrambled to their feet, pulling out their sword and pointing it at the approaching figures, who paused immediately.

Their blood rushed, making them light-headed, their heart pounded in their chest, gritting their teeth

"Y/n, please." The Princess placed her hand on her knight’s shoulder, they lowered their sword ever so slightly. But still scowled at the two.

"Who are you?" The princess asked, uneasy, the knight placed the sword back in their scabbard, but their hand hovered near the handle, an action that did not go unnoticed.

“Princess..” They murmured, urgent, inclining their head in an obvious suggestion to leave, or at least reconvene, the princess nodded, noting her knight’s apprehension, but kept her eyes on the strange creature and the woman, the princess tilted her head at the strange couple, giving them an opening to speak.

“I am Sonia, this is my husband, Rauru.” Sonia approached the princess, and the guard bristled. An insult almost slipped off the guard’s tongue, one they’d heard not often in the towns they’d pass, a few times thrown at Kilton or his brother, or even, at times, at Hylians who courted other species.

‘Monsterfucker.’ 

The thought stained their feelings toward the woman, and they glared at her beast, visibly startling when it- he? Spoke.

“I am sorry we startled you and your companion, we were only trying to help.” They hissed under their breath, Zelda and Sonia did not seem to hear it, but Rauru’s ears twitched and he glanced to them, curiously.

“I apologize for my knight’s behavior, it is just.. We have never seen anyone like you before, most that look similar to you, are not sentient or kind, but rather monsters who wish only to destroy.” Zelda spoke, her soft voice settled the knight a bit, and Rauru nodded in understanding, his eyes now kinder as he took them in.

“Sorry for my manners, I am Zelda, daughter of King Rhoam and the Princess of Hyrule, and this is one of my personal guards, y/n.” You bowed reluctantly, your metal pauldron clanging softly with the motion as you waited for the conversation to continue before you stood again.

“What a strange and unexpected thing to say, as we are the founders of Hyrule, as far as I know.” The humor in his voice was apparent, but stale, you huffed at the joke, and he smiled, mirth in his eye.

“Wait..” Zelda paused, and so did you, narrowing your eyes as you looked between the two.

“Queen Sonia and King Rauru…” She murmured, you remembered her telling you about them, it was a small part of history, as sadly, details of the oldest history were always the hardest to find, just their names now echoed through your lands, in a long, almost endless line of kings and queens, they barely stood out.

“Where are we?” Your voice was hoarse, and scratchy. The two strangers looked slightly surprised at the quality of it, Zelda did too, but looked mostly worried, she glanced out over the lands.

“I- I don’t know.” She managed, you gazed at the two, they didn’t seem dangerous, but you had to remain on guard.

“Hyrule.” They replied instantly, but your eyes traced upward to the island floating above, you startled, and an involuntary whine slipped from your lips, Zelda followed your eyeline and startled in much the same way.

“What is that?” She managed, confused.

“Oh, that is the great sky island,” Sonia answered sweetly, you glanced at Zelda, then signed a quick question.

‘I patrol perimeter?’

‘Yes, quick.’ she signed back, and you took your shield from the grass, sword out as you started to search the forest for anything, landmarks, a monster hideout, a village, or the castle from afar.

You came upon a cliff, it wasn’t awfully high, but enough so for you to see down into a valley you strangely recognized.

You spotted Hylians, wearing revealing clothes and holding rough, handmade weapons, seemingly made from sticks and stones rather than the fine metalwork you carried, even Lizalfos had nicer weapons than that. You watched the hylians for a bit longer, they seemed to scavenge in the forest for fruits and vegetables.

Zelda called your name, and it didn’t take much more for you to return to her side, taking a dead sprint, still holding your sword as you settled next to her.

“Did you see anything?” You ignored how Sonia and Rauru appraised your weapon, or how you wheezed softly with each breath, you nodded.

“Hylians, not like you and me, like her.” You nodded toward Sonia, and Zelda nodded. “They wear primitive clothes, weapons like a monster’s not like ours, not even like a lizalfos or Lynel.” Again, Zelda nodded, hand to her chin.

“Then it’s certain, we must have somehow traveled back in time, Sonia and Rauru explained to me it could be the stone we found.” She held out the yellow stone, and you hummed, nodding.

“Keep it close, hide it.” You murmured, glancing at the islands above you nervously.

“We should return to the castle, I am sure my sister would be glad to speak to you, Miss Zelda.” You frowned, you’d roughly calculated where you were, near the Temple of Time, by the location of the valley and a mountain that you supposed would become the dueling peaks, but was for now just one mountain.

“How.” You managed, the raspy quality of your hurt throat had Zelda be even more concerned.

“Normally.. We’d teleport, but I don’t think that’ll be possible, if we walk a day, we should reach a town not too far off the route, and there we could get some horses.”

You nodded thoughtfully, chewing the inside of your cheek as you glanced from Zelda to the king and queen, they smiled, but the King's sharp teeth only managed to unsettle you.

"I suppose.. We should start walking then!" Zelda clapped her hands, you nodded, stretching your arms above your head while Rauru began walking, Sonia chattering softly to you and Zelda.

You remained quiet, eyes pinned on the unfamiliar landscape, searching for enemies or threats.

If you really had gone back in time..

Shaking your head, you sighed, surely, it wouldn't be that difficult, if it went up, it went down, if it went back in time.. Surely it could go forward, that's the way time is supposed to go!

Yeah, it'd be fine.

[dimwitted-roseu]

hiiiii can y'all tell im obsessed with ouat? oncers rise again please 🥺🥺

this one's a rumplestiltskin x reader

so basically reader is in Cora's situation when they first met.

warnings :- none

pairing :- rumplestiltskin x fem!reader

"miller girl."

(first name) was the kingdom's Miller's daughter. She loved her father dearly, and he adored her. But her father was aging. So, like the loving daughter she was, she took more responsibility upon herself to deliver the flour to the castle. (first name) just so happened to be delivering her sacks of flour on the day when Princess Eva of the Northern Kingdom was visiting. She was just wheeling her cart to the stables, when the princess, who was entering the castle tripped her up. The young woman lost her footing, and stumbled, barely catching herself as the snobbish princess laughed, drawing the other royal's attention to her.

"Who are you, miller girl? What's your name?"

The king asked her, his eyes hardened; boring into hers.

"(first name)."

She answered quietly, wishing the royals would just leave already; the anger burning deep within her at being so awfully mistreated.

"Then bow, (first name). Stay down until we have passed. You are where you belong."

And (first name) had no option but to oblige.

-

There was a masquerade ball at the castle, and (first name) planned on attending it in a plan of revenge. She spent her savings on a beautiful dress, and a mask.

On arriving at the venue, she saw all the princes and princesses dancing with each other, so she went and stood at a corner. Seeing someone standing next to her, she decided to try and make small talk.

"Has the king really brought all these women here to purchase his son? Poor Prince Henry."

"You're very frank." The man next to her replied with amusement.

"Why-oh my. You're him. I'm terribly sorry. I'm a goose aren't I?"

She said, slightly embarassed.

"I don't know, let's find out. Can a goose waltz?"

Prince Henry smiled, leading (first name) onto the dance floor.

"But I wouldn't want to stand in the way of someone purchasing you.

She replied in a slight mocking tone as the music started.

"Then what are you doing here?" Prince Henry asked, the smile still on her face as they both bowed; signalling the start of the dance.

"I just came for the free food." (first name) replied in a teasing tone, lying through her teeth; but atleast it made Prince Henry laugh.

"Exquisite (favourite food) by the way."

She continued in that same tone, liking the tone of their conversation as Prince Henry thanked her, playing along.

"Excuse me, my boy. Can I cut in?" It was the King. He swapped places with Prince Henry asked the music continued to play.

"Your Majesty. I didn't think I'd have the honour."

(first name) said, her tone biting.

"It is no honour. Did you think a gown and a mask would keep me from recognising you? There's straw on your dress. You carry the mill with you, Miller's daughter."

"You've got some nerve disparaging me, you're selling off you're own son."

(first name) hissed.

"You're an insolent girl. The kingdom has been strained by the wars, and we need our gold but yes. We are still miles above your kind. So now go. There's nothing you can offer us other than strands of straw."

The King mocked, picking out the piece of straw from her dress.

"That is nothing but delusion."

(first name) retorted, determined to make herself heard.

"Then tell me, miller girl. What could you possibly have to offer us?"

The King asked in a taunting tone.

"I can turn...straw into gold and solve all your woes-"

"Really?"

"-but. As you have insulted me, you shall not reap the benefits. Good luck whoring your son."

(first name) replied as she went to leave, but the King didn't let her go. He grabbed her arm, and said in a raised voice;

"My loyal subjects, we have a very special personage tonight. This woman tells me that she can spin straw into gold. And she's going to demonstrate it for us."

The King said, as all the royals began laughing and mocking the woman.

"It takes time...to gather my thoughts."

She said, trying to put it off for as long as she could; having gotten herself into an unexpected situation.

"Oh? Tell you what, my dear. Spend a night here, locked in a tower full of straw. Spin it into gold tomorrow, and you will marry the Prince. Fail, and you die."

-fin

AN :- whoop whoop

DISCLAIMER :- CREDITS FOR THE SCRIPT GO TO ABC PRODUCTIONS AND BELONG TO ONCE UPON A TIME.

(dress and mask credit to pinterest. ps:- imagine the dress as a dark green colour or imagine it however you want, with gloves.)

°alo°

masterlist - next

[heartilywrites]

A Korra x fire princess please. 🙏

Maybe R is apart of the team but no one other than Tenzin knows about her being the princess of the fire nation for security reasons whilst she’s not in the fire nation. Though when trouble arises in the fire nation capitol, team avatar is needed… how will this play out?

،، 𝓦ho is it.ᐣ ; Korra

requesting guide | masterlist

summary: where you have to face reality now.

content warning: fluff ; angst if you squint enough ; Korra x fem!reader ; established relationship ; i think i didn't add r bending status ; zuko cameo ! ; no use of y/n ; banner does not represent reader in any way, just for the aesthetic

wc: 2.3k

a/n: OMG HI 👋🏼 im really sorry for taking this long to answer your request, it's been crazy days u know? but hopefully I'll get everyone's rq soon. im sorry if this is shit im coming out a writers block forcefully.. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING, LOVE, ENJOY:D

“ I'm never going back now, it'd be so sweet if things just stayed the same.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That’s not fair!” the avatar’s voice was heard all over the place, back planted on the floor while you were sitting over her waist to pin her down completely. Her hands removed the piece of cloth over her eyes and when blue eyes met yours, Korra smirked. “Okay, maybe it is fair, I like this view.”

Funnily, your eyes rolled and a second later your legs were moving to stand up. Korra made an offended noise before taking your legs to pin you as you did with her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey! We already finished training, missy!” over giggles, you said, tapping her thighs softly to try and make her move. “You were the one saying how great of a bender you were with your eyes closed.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, but I am certain you were cheating somehow.” Korra’s face got closer to yours, her unstable breaths mixed with yours. “You owe me for that.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Do I now?” the question came in such a low voice that you were sure that it could totally not be heard by the girl, but she did and was so enthusiastic to give you her answer when the sound of a male tone clearing his throat made you two look up.

A very serious Tenzin met your gaze, Korra was quick to stand up and help you in the way. “Tenzin, hi! How can we help you today?” she spoke for the two of you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We have a situation and the Fire Nation needs you,” gray eyes were fixated on you when naming the nation and then moved to the avatar. “Well, they need the whole team, actually.”

As the master airbender went on to explain the situation, your mind disconnected completely from the conversation. You didn’t feel ready… No, you were, in fact, not ready at all to face the royal family again.

Truth being told, there was totally something Korra didn’t know about you: you were the princess of the Fire Nation who for security reasons had fled the palace after being threatened alongside the young crowned prince, Iroh, to death by a noble family wanting to take control over the succession line on the throne. Iroh was safe on his own, he joined the United Forces just in time and there was no way they could get to him while being a general, but you? You had to change entirely, from appearance to personality. A younger you was scared, but somehow excited; it was like acting in a play, no? You had always wondered how it would be to be an actress and destiny gave you the opportunity in such an ironic scenario.

The royal family trusted Tenzin with your safety and they made the right decision, the airbender and his wife had adopted you as their own telling everyone how you were Pema’s niece who, due to unfortunate events, was an orphan and not a single soul thought of questioning it. Back at the Fire Nation, the royal family had said how they were keeping the princess safe from any threat, but that was all they extended to the population. Every now and then you heard rumors about how the princess was probably dead by now, how the royal family had locked her in her room or how they changed her for a commoner to ensure her life and just one theory had come close to what really happened. Since your appearance had changed to such a point that even Iroh took his time recognizing you the first time he visited, no one knew you were the lost princess, it was even more difficult now since you grew and your teen factions had started to fade away.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You go ahead, sweetie, I just need to talk with my uncle about some things.” you answered when the avatar asked you if you were going with her to tell the others the plan.

Her head nodded and she gave you a small peck before leaving the gym. “See you at dinner, then!”

Both sets of eyes followed the southerner, once you made sure she was gone you turned to Tenzin. “Have you told them?” you were quick to ask, concern painted over your face.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “No, Your Highness.” he shook his head, a small grimace started to show on your face.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Tenzin, I have known you since I was eleven,” crossed your arms over your chest. “I told you there’s no need to call me ‘Your Highness’, I see you as an uncle.” a small smile was exchanged between the two of you before a tired sigh left your mouth. “They’re going to kill me the second they all recognize me in the group!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We can tell them that you got sick and make you stay with Pema and the kids.” while he was trying to find a solution, your hands were pulling your face down in distress.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra will insist that it’s a quick task.” you knew your girlfriend so well that you had already thought of every possibility in your mind. “Do you think it’s too late to burn the side of my face? I mean, it could be a tradition, couldn’t it?”

Giving you a disapproving look to such question and some scolding words, Tenzin made the two of you go back home and as said, when you tried to tell Korra how you felt like you were starting to get sick, she responded with a ‘We’ll just go and come, honey, I’m sure new airs could help your flu’. You gave Tenzin a look of ‘I told you’, he shook his head.

Your desperation and nervousness grew with every kilometer the group traveled to your hometown. You tried to stay as calm as possible to not allow them to catch on to your humor, but it was nearly impossible when you started to recognize the streets Iroh and you used to play or just walk in.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Babe, are you okay?” she asked softly when her eyes met your face for the first time, your hand held tighter to hers. “Is something wrong?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra, listen,” with your heart threatening to leave your chest, you tried to talk to her. “There’s something I haven’t told you about me.”

When you tried to continue, the so familiar voice called. “Avatar Korra!” the named girl turned to the Fire Lord, you hid behind her without letting go of her hand. “We’re so happy to have you here, come in! I wouldn’t have bothered you if we weren’t so desperate for help.”

You tried your best to stay low the whole time, avoiding to look at any family member in the eyes or even talk in case they remembered how your voice sounded, so far you were doing so well. Korra didn’t push either since she was already busy with the Fire Lord trying to help the nation, two days after the mission was so close to finishing, you could feel how your life could go back to tranquility and not receive a single scolding or punishment from any of your family on how they had sent you away to stay alienate from any danger and you just ran to join the avatar on her team to help the world. You had already came to terms of living out of the palace, so if they made you go back just to lock you away you knew you couldn't handle it.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Princess?” the voice of the former Fire Lord made you freeze in your step.

It was too good to be true.

The whole team turned to face the man. “Oh, Zuko, hey!” Korra greeted, a bit confused. “Can we help you with anything?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra, it is always a pleasure to have you here.” he greeted back, his brows furrowed. “What are you doing traveling with the princess?” he asked, his amber eyes never abandoned your face.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What…?” sky colored eyes turned to you, your own fixated on the old man. “I think you’re confused, Zuko, this is my girlfriend–”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Grandfather, I can explain.” your gaze was blurry from the tears accumulating in your eyes, the view of the older man had made you emotional, he looked different to what you remember, but those gentle eyes always stayed the same.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Wow, wait, time out.” Bolin’s voice sounded. “You’re the lost princess?”

Your head nodded, slowly turning your gaze to Korra, whose eyes were already pinned on you. Dimmer than you’ve ever seen them and you knew what that look meant; Korra felt betrayed. Betrayed by the way she was kept from that information, betrayed by Tenzin for not saying a word and most importantly, betrayed by you. She felt as if you didn’t trust her enough to tell her your situation, like you thought she couldn’t protect you from those said were trying to harm you.

Her feet made her walk away from you and when you tried to follow her, the elderly man stopped you with his hand.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You and I need to have a serious talk, young lady.” he said, his tone didn’t sound like he was angry. He sounded concerned.

As said, a very long talk was exchanged between the two of you. Zuko wanted to know why you would put yourself at such risk when the family was trying to ensure that you lived your life calmly -that was expected, wasn’t it?- and your initial argument was how you wanted to help people, how Korra’s cause in making the humans and spirits live along was something you’d wanted since little when he told Iroh and you stories about the spirit world and he understood that completely, after all he did kind of the same when joining Aang, didn’t he?

He assured you how he wouldn’t tell another soul about it if you promised to be careful and maybe start writing to him again like you used to do the first years you were away from the nation. After the talk with the firebender, you were determined to find Korra and explain it all; it wasn’t that hard to find her, walking at the halls connecting one side of the palace to the other, you saw a familiar blue silhouette sitting near a pond where small turtle ducks were swimming around.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey, cutie.” you called, trying to test the waters. She didn’t look up. “I'm looking for the avatar, have you seen her?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Your Highness.” hoarsely greeted back, your shoulders raised a bit to such name she voiced.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Spirits, I hate that so much.” you said sitting next to her, your body completely turned to hers. “Can we talk? Please…”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don’t really think there’s much to say, after all, I don’t know you.” the way she was speaking to you hurt like hell, but the last words felt like a dagger to your heart.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra, it wasn’t my intention keeping this from you.” your hand tried to take hers, at first she thought of taking it away, but the warm touch your skin had on hers made her keep the gesture. “I was told not to talk to a single soul about it. Tenzin and Pema only know because they were instructed to keep an eye in case anyone tried to attack me… Again.”

Her eyes now looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. “Again? Wasn’t it just empty threats?”

Your head moved from side to side, one eye closed. “Kind of, but the week before I moved to Republic City they were able to infiltrate the palace somehow and I was the first one to be found.” you started, lifting a little bit of your shirt to show a scar on your abdomen. “I fought against them while waiting for the guards and got a pretty cool souvenir.”

Her eyes looked at the scar, she was familiar with it, you had told her it happened when you were a kid. You had “tripped and got hurt while playing in the forest.” and now that she thought about it, it did sound a bit off, but back then she didn’t ask much of it.

Ice colored eyes looked back at you, a sweet smile was what she received back.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Everything I do is to protect you and myself,” you continued. “I'm really sorry for hurting you in the process, Korra, but don’t let this come between us. Besides my scar and title, everything else I have told you is completely true and myself.”

The silence the avatar was in felt like an eternity, you couldn’t know what she was thinking about, if she wanted to break up with you or give you a chance. “No more secrets.” she finally spoke, making you smile big, she followed your action. “Does this mean I'm part of the Royal family too?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Well... I don’t have a betrothal necklace nor you have an engagement ring, so... Not yet.” a small giggle left your mouth, the avatar cut the distance between the two of you to leave a small kiss on your lips.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Did you get grounded for coming here?” she whispered, her eyes now looked soft, as they usually were when Korra was with you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I got a long talk about safety and anecdotes from avatar Aang's time, but not a single scold from the Fire Lord herself... My grandfather knows how to keep a secret.” you finished, frowning a bit the tip of your nose. “But we do need to leave as soon as this is over before she recognizes me, if the Fire Lord does we will be facing a distance relationship.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Heard, ma'am.” she straightened her back and made a salute, making you laugh. “We'll take a bag of fire flakes, they're so good.”

[aliceosemansolos]

I JS REALIZED ION HAVE A INTRO POST SO IMMA MAKE ONE.

MY NAME IS FRIDAYY!! IDC ABT PRONOUNS TBH. PERO LIKE THEY/THEM IF U CARE. IM A MINOR SO IF UR 18+ DONT BE WEIRD. IM WRITING A PODCAST CALLED GHOST TOWN, COMING OUT AT SOME POINT!! ON YOUTUBE!!

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FAV MOVIES: HEATHERS, BUT IM A CHEERLEADER, IT (BOTH OF THEM), FEAR STREET (THE 2ND MOVIE TO BE EXACT PERO I LOVE THEM ALL), BRING IT ON ( ALL OF THEM OBVI), SCOTT PILGRIM VS THE UNIVERSE, JUNO, UP THE ACADEMY, TEACHERS, SPEAK, KARATE KID, GOOD WILL HUNTING, THE OUTSIDERS, I SAW THE TV GLOW, DEAD POETS SOCIETY

FAV BOOKS: SOLITAIRE, THE OUTSIDERS, HOW IT FEELS TO FLOAT, GIRL IN PIECES, SUICIDE NOTES, THE HEARTSTOPPER BOOKS, RADIO SILENCE, IT, THE CATCHER IN THE RYE, IF HE HAD BEEN WITH ME, IF ONLY I HAD TOLD HER, HATE LIST, YOUD BE HOME NOW, SPEAK, ACT COOL, A BREATH TOO LATE

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hello!! happy 3k+1 🤍🤍🤍 i wanna request; what Hogwarts house do svt members fit in (if you have watched Harry Potter) and if you haven't then what can you imagine the members in a regency au setting—? like imagine prince soonyoung, war general seungcheol and northern secluded Duke jihoon???

— join the sleepover!! 🧸️

ah so i have both read and watched harry potter (i had a big phase in middle school) but i tend to not talk about it due to you know...jk rowling and....being trans...so i will do the other one 😀

seungcheol - the strict yet warm duke who is quick to handle issues in his duchy and cares for his people more than anything else

jeonghan - tbh i kinda like jeonghan as the war general?? like i can see him making strategies and plans and using his intelligence in that way

joshua - the most princely of princes

junhui - the handsome, yet elusive royal advisor who everyone has a crush on

soonyoung - he works in a travel circus or smth like i just feel it

wonwoo - he is like the kind library overseer in a royal castle and he's always super nice to the royal children

jihoon - he's an astronomer and people think he's crazy but actually he's the only one with correct theories

seokmin - the silly bard who plays his music and sings in the town square

mingyu - the clumsy guard of the royal family who is super lovable and falls in love with a servant girl who works in the castle

minghao - a stable boy for a wealthy family who the daugther of the family falls in love with

seungkwan - he'd be the cute, young apprentice of a researcher and he'd always have papers falling out of his arms as he did his best to keep up

vernon - a charming farm boy who catches the eyes of girls in town when he's selling crops with his father in the market

chan - the prince's flirty yet goofy best friend who always gets into mischief but never any actual trouble because he's such a smooth talker

idk how regency this is tbh im so sorry but i was 100% only thinking about sofia the first while writing this

[lovesickems]

about me

i go by she they !!:)

i absolutely love art and media. i consume it every chance i get. like if im not doing school work you WILL catch me watching a show !!

im a lesbian

my interests

shows.

b99 / abbott elementary / iasip / arcane / dead boy detectives / young royals / orange is the new black / derry girls

film.

palm springs / but im a cheerleader / mr peabody and sherman / booksmart / the muppets

(yes i know my movie taste is questionable)

music.

conan gray / taylor swift / phoebe bridgers / boygenius / lucy dacus / chappell roan

favorite celebrities

andy samberg // lisa ann walter // conan gray

…thats basically it lmfao

my dni

- homphobes / racists etc

- trump supporters

- dream supporters

- anyone whos just genuinely rude or openly supports a horrible person..!

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[alexthefly]

Spilling Tea

This was supposed to be an entry for this week's @flashfictionfridayofficial, but life got in the way and I went really over time (😅), so it's just a silly little something now, bringing a well-loved TOS character to the TAG universe. Enjoy!

Fandom: Thunderbirds/Thunderbirds are Go

Content: mention of Pen & Ink (canon events only)

Spoiler warning for TAG episode 1:10, Tunnels of Time

Or read it on AO3

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Lillian and her trusty scouring pad had just reached a particularly stubborn bit of baked-on sauce at the back of the oven when she heard the kitchen door go, followed by a great clattering of boot and chair.

“Cor Lil, do us a cuppa would ya? H’I’m gasping, I am!”

Of course, she thought. There's only one person in the world who could make that much noise just entering a room. 

Master thief my backside…

“You’ve got legs, haven’t ya? Get it yourself,” she called, not looking up. “Can't you see I’m busy?”

“Aww, but I’ve ‘ad an ‘ard day. H’I’m dead on my feet!”

“You’ll be dead under my feet if you keep carrying on,” she grumbled. “Though on second thought,” - she extricated her head from the oven and took off her marigolds - “I'd better do it for you. Who knows what you might set fire to if I left you to it.”

She clambered slowly to her half-asleep feet and finally looked over to see Nosy Parker seated at the kitchen table, covered in dust, trying and failing to stifle a chuckle.

“Looks to me like you’ve been burning a few things yourself, girl. Get a look at your face!”

Eh?

She limped over to the hob and checked her reflection in the shining silver kettle there, only to see a grime-smeared ragamuffin staring back at her.

“You could be an extra in H'Oliver!” Parker chortled, clearly delighted with his joke.

She just barely resisted the urge to fling the kettle at him - she had only just polished it, after all - and instead wiped her face with a nearby tea towel before flinging that at him instead. He spluttered some sort of outrage at the assault, but she noted that he never actually stopped smirking at her.

“Whatcha so ‘appy about anyway?” she asked, filling the kettle and setting the hob on. “I thought you was bone-tired.”

Parker yawned and stretched, kicking his boots off under the table, which earned him a royal scowl.

“I am. Been traipsing round a bleedin’ temple all day, ‘aven’t I? I’ve been shut in, shot at, gassed, nearly buried h’alive…”

“Well that's bad luck. Still, perhaps they’ll get you next time.”

He glowered at her, but carried on.

“Frankly I’m just glad we made it out in one piece. No thanks to Gordon Tracy of course - ‘e was no ‘elp at all. All that equipment ‘e brought, and what good did it do us? ‘Er Ladyship said the same thing. Well, not in so many words…”

“Is she alright?” Lillian asked, leaning casually on the countertop. Her Ladyship was a tough lady indeed, but for all his catastrophising it sounded like they'd had quite a time of it.

“Oh yes, right as rain,” replied Parker. “Save perhaps for a smooshed nose, courtesy of that great fishy lummox.’

“Gordon did that?”

Lillian quickly scrolled through her various kitchen utensils in her head, considering how they might best be inflicted on a young Tracy’s sensitive bits. A jaded old bird she may be, but she didn't mess about when it came to Lady Penelope’s wellbeing.

That was one thing she and Parker had in common.

Perhaps sensing impending bloodshed, Parker held up his hands in an attempt to placate his companion.

“He never meant any ‘arm, Lil. It was my fault really, setting off that booby trap like that - he was jus’ trying to save ‘er from a fatal stabbin’. And ‘Er Ladyship gave ‘im a right ol’ earful over it, so I reckon the poor lad’s suffered enough.”

The kettle whistle blew and Lillian straightened to go and make the tea, still quietly plotting.

“The truth is,” he continued, “I think ‘e might be a bit sweet on her."

She was so surprised she almost dropped the kettle on her foot.

"Really? Gordon?"

He nodded. "Like a puppy, ‘e is, following ‘er around, trying to h’impress ‘er, like; he’s like a little blond labrador.”

“A dogfish,” she suggested, grabbing a packet of biscuits from the overhead cupboard.

“Ha! H’exactly!” he chuckled. “Wet nose and wet behind the ears, that one!”

Carefully, she balanced the full cups on a tray and took it over to the table.

“But ‘e’s not that young though, is he? Twenty-four?”

“About that,” replied Parker, shovelling a hobnob in his mouth. “Seems younger though, somehow. Too young for ‘er, anyway.”

“You would say that though, wouldn’t ya? Nobody's ever gonna be good enough for her s’far as you’re concerned.”

He grinned sheepishly and reached for another biscuit.

Lillian stared into her teacup, thinking.

“You don’t think she might like ‘im too, then?”

Parker’s biscuit fell in his cup.

“You wot?”

“Well I was just thinkin’,” she said, handing him a teaspoon to fish his biscuit out, “all this talk about how annoying he is and ‘ow he’s always getting into scrapes ‘n’ all that…” She took a sip. “It just seems that if she didn't like ‘im, she might not care quite so much what ‘e does.”

“Don't talk soft, woman!” exclaimed Parker, forgetting all about his slowly-disintegrating hobnob. “She’s fond of all those Tracy boys, Gordon included. It's part of her nature to worry after ‘em. Nothing more than that, I'm sure.”

“Hmmm. If you say so…”

They sat in silence for a minute, pondering.

“Though…” Parker started. “...Nah.”

“What?”

“S’nothing.”

She picked up another teaspoon. “I’m going to stick this somewhere painful if you don't come out with it.”

"You wouldn't dare," he scoffed.

"...Sideways."

A gulp.

“A moment?” She leaned forwards.

“Alright, alright, keep your ‘air on! It's only that I was just thinkin’, back there, there was a… a moment.”

“Between the two of ‘em, when we were up on that stairway, starin’ death in the face…”

He paused, waiting for sympathy.

She brandished her spoon at him. “And?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Well, we all thought that might be it - ‘The H’End’, as it were…”

“Uh-huh?”

“An’ he was saying something about us not having much time, and it being now or never…”

“Yes?”

“And the way they was looking at each other, it was like…”

“Yes?!”

She was right on the edge of her seat, tea and spoon both entirely forgotten.

He shrugged. “Well anyway, then next thing I knew, we was grappling into the air and out the roof to safety.”

She blinked.

“...What? That's it?!”

She picked up the tea towel off the table and threw it at him again.

“You almost ‘ad me then, you bleedin’ tease! Gettin’ me all invested like that…”

“What? That's what ‘appened!”

She was fuming. “I thought you’d at least say he kissed her hand or something. ‘A look’, he says!”

He flushed. “It was more than that-”

“Load of nonsense. You’ve been watching too many of those serials on telly!”

She got to her feet and stormed over to the oven.

“I can't be sittin’ here listenin’ to this rubbish all day. Got things to do,” she grumbled, pulling her rubber gloves back on.

He folded his arms, glowering. “Well that's just fine then! Last time I tell you anything.”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

And so they retreated to their respective corners to sulk; her scrubbing the oven, him harrumphing in his chair, stormclouds hovering between.

A minute passed. Then two.

“...You can finish up your tea before ‘elping me with the dinner, if you like?”

“...Yeah, alright then.”