#medieval wives and their beautiful dresses

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The Vow Spoken Through Time - Part 3

Daemon x Rhaenyra x Wife!Reader

Series: Series Masterlist

Warnings: MDNI, violence, minor character death, general filth, mild smut, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), and Daemon Targaryen is his own warning 

Tags: marriage, poly relationship, Daemon being hopelessly in love with his wives, Queen!Rhaenyra

Words: 2.2K

Description: Y/N is having a rough morning. She's fired. She's hungover. She's in a stranger's bed. She's waking up in a new world? She's married?!

Rhaenyra and Daemon's day started normal. Waking up next to their darling wife before tending to their duties. The difference? Their wife is speaking in riddles and has no memories of them.

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You gaze out across the stadium, shocked at the hundreds of people clamoring to see the violence and pageantry of the tournament. Your hands smooth down your dress anxiously. Rhaenyra picked a beautiful gown. The deep red of the gown is offset with gold embroidery along your shoulders and waist. The patterns resemble dragon scales, glistening as the light hits it.

Rhaenyra looks over, seeing your anxious movements and grabbing your hand to still the gesture. She brings it up to her mouth, kissing the back of your hand before she turns to address the crowd.

“Be welcome!” She shouts. “I know that many of you have traveled great distances to witness these games. I trust you will not be disappointed.”

The crowd’s cheers are deafening, but Rhaenyra continues once they die down to a dull roar. “Looking across the fine knights here today, I see a group without equal. May the luck of the seven shine on our combatants!”

She raises your joined hands in a cheer. You brace yourself for whatever disapproval might come from the crowd. If two women in modern days still got weird looks in public, you weren’t sure you were ready for whatever reaction this medieval world would have. The crowd continues to cheer, and you swear you can hear someone shouting “all hail the queens.” 

Rhaenyra pulls you in for a chaste kiss before motioning for the tourney announcer to take over. Your cheeks are on fire from her very public display of affection. “I wasn’t expecting that reaction,” you admitted as you both took your seats. 

“Whatever do you mean, darling?”

“I-” you pause for a moment. “You know? I just didn’t think people would be so accepting of our relationship?”

Rhaenyra laughs, “the smallfolk have always adored you. How could they not?”

“It’s just that people where I’m from-”

“You’re from here.” Rhaenyra interrupts, frowning. “Your place is with me, with us. Our people–your people–would fight wars in your name.”

You sigh in frustration. Rhaenyra, Daemon, and the maester were still convinced that you fell and all the memories of your past life were just an odd dream. It wasn’t a frequent argument, but one that never failed to begin at the most inconvenient times.

When you don’t respond, Nyra cups your face in her hands and forces you to look her in the eyes. “Do you know what the smallfolk see when they look at you?”

“Nyra-”

“They see the same thing that I see,” she says. “A queen.” Your hand comes up to cover hers as you lean into her palm. 

Rhaenyra’s thumb gently strokes your cheek. “I love you. It doesn’t matter where you came from, you’re here now. You’re here, and you’re mine. Never forget that.” 

Your breath catches in your throat. “It’s not fair,” you whisper. “You always know exactly what to say.”

Before Rhaenyra can respond, a yell from the arena draws your attention. “My queen! My lady!” Daemon’s voice reverberates through the stadium. Both you and Rhaenyra walk to the edge of the balcony, and the site nearly takes your breath away. Your husband is terrifying in his armor, and so, so, so attractive. 

“Fuck,” you swear. The dark armor is covered in the Targaryen crest and adorned with dragon-reminiscent flairs throughout the pieces. Daemon removes his helmet, shaking our his hair and preening at the attention.

“My beautiful wives, I am certain that I will win this tournament.” Daemon boasts. “But with your favor, there will be no doubt.” 

Rhaenyra laughs, “I don’t know. Should we offer our dear husband our favor?” 

“Hmmm,” you pretend to think it over. “I fear there are many knights worthy of this honor. How am I to deci-”

“My love, must I get on my knees to beg your favor,” Daemon teases.

“It would certainly be a start,” you smirk. “I suppose I can give you our favor, on one condition.”

“Anything.”

“Win this tourney swiftly so we might celebrate your victory together.” You say, grabbing the favor.

Daemon winks at you, raising his fist as the crowd roars in approval. You watch your husband ride out to meet his first opponent. 

“You know we are never going to hear the end of it if he wins,” Rhaenyra sighs. Daemon takes his place across from the other knight, placing his helmet back on and adjusting his grip on the jousting lance. 

“Was there ever a doubt he would?” you ask as Daemon and his opponent charge at each other on horseback. The crash as the lance hit lands and breaks is unsettling. Daemon’s opponent flies from his saddle, landing hard on the ground.

“True,” Rhaenyra agrees. Daemon tosses the broken half of his lance, jumping to the ground and drawing his sword. “Next year I plan to find Daemon a real challenge.” Daemon stalks in a circle around his opponent, waiting for the knight to regain his footing and draw his weapon. The knight recovers, going on the offensive to swipe his sword at Daemon.

You snort in amusement. “Are the rest of the knights really that bad?” Daemon easily dances around blows, not even bothering to waste his energy by parrying them. He’s toying with the other knight. Letting him exhaust and embarrass himself in the arena before Daemon ends the fight. You see the ghost of a smirk play on Daemon’s lips as he tosses his helmet to the ground.

“No, they’re actually quite skilled,” Rhaenyra replies. The knight’s attacks become harder and more calculated. Daemon parries them with practiced ease. You see the knight lean in as he gets closer to say something to Daemon. They’re too soft for anyone else to hear, but Daemon clearly heard them. His smirk drops and his gaze darkens. 

He’s ending this now. Daemon pushes the knight back, swinging a hard blow with his sword.

“Daemon is just….” The knight scrambles to parry the swing, but the blow is hard enough to dislodge his grip. Your eyes widen in shock, Daemon is ending more than this fight. You instantly snap your eyes shut, but you can still hear Rhaenyra’s words in time with Daemon’s strikes.

“That.” 

“Much.” 

“Better.”

The knight’s screams stop with the final blow. You open your eyes to peak at the scene in front of you. The knight is unmoving on the ground. His armor dented in. His sword hand on one side of the arena. His head at the other.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you mutter.

“A Targaryen tourney without at least one death would be considered boring.”

Your eyes land on your husband. He’s looming over the headless body of the knight. Daemon spits on the corpse before walking away.

Even Rhaenyra is shocked, but regardless, the tournament continues on throughout the late afternoon. The other fights are nowhere near as violent as Daemon’s round. Daemon is eerily calm as he wins his rounds with brutal efficiency. He doesn’t kill another opponent, but he makes light work of each one. 

After the stadium clears out, you walk with the maids back to your chambers as Rhaenyra left to greet some of the noble houses who haven’t visited Kings Landing since the last tournament. When you get back, you ask the maids to draw a bath and you gather up Daemon’s favorite soaps and oils. You didn’t realize just how serious a tournament was. After seeing that brutality, you were just relieved that Daemon was coming back safe.

The doors to your chambers shuts loudly,and you turn to see Daemon still in his armor. “Daemon-” He cuts you off with a kiss, sweeping you off your feet. 

“I need you.” Daemon says, pulling at your gown as he struggles to unlace the back. Growling in frustration, he tears the fabric. 

“Daemon! What’s gotten into you?” You yelp. “At least take off that damn armor first!”

“Fuck,” he swears, backing away from you as he begins slipping off his armor piece by piece. You reach forward to help him.

Once he’s rid himself of the armor, Daemon picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctively, and he grinds against you. He kisses and bites at your neck like a starved man. Whimpers and moans fall from your lips as you tug roughly at his hair. “Daemon, wait,” you say breathlessly. 

“Hmm,” he rumbles as he pulls back. 

“If you keep going, it’s going to ruin my plans,” you whine. “I wanted to spoil you. Please get in the bath before it gets cold.”

Daemon follows your gaze to the tub and sees your handiwork–candles meticulously placed around a steaming bath. The table next to the tub piled high with luxurious oils, wine, and fruits. “You did this for me?” He asks. You nod vigorously and he captures your lips in a heated kiss. “Gods above, you never fail to surprise me.”

You giggle as Daemon carries you to the tub and you both sink into the water. Daemon moans as the water eases over his sore muscles. You shift so that Daemon is leaning back against your chest and begin meticulously scrubbing his body. “You’re so perfect,” he groans as you massage at the knots in his shoulders. 

You hum in response, focusing on the knots. You find yourself softly singing as you work, and you glance down to see Daemon nodding off. Moving to work on his hair, you gently detangle his braids and massage the soap into his scalp.

“Love,” you begin, “what happened in that first fight?” You feel Daemon’s body stiffen against yours. 

“Nothing.” 

“Are you sure? It didn’t seem like nothing.” You answer. 

“It. Was. Nothing.” He’s definitely hiding something.

“No it wasn’t,” you insist. “He said something and you lost it. What did he say?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Daemon’s tone is short, but it’s clear he’s still upset over whatever that knight said.

“Yes it does, just te-”

“He called you a whore!” Daemon shouts, whipping around in the tub. “That spineless bastard called you a whore, and asked if he could take a turn after you finished eating Rhaenyra’s cunt on the balcony.”

You blink. Shocked. You assumed it was bad, but didn’t realize it would be quite that vulgar. “And you killed him for it?”

“If I could go back, I wouldn’t kill him,” Daemon bares his teeth as he hisses out the words.

You raise a brow in response.

“I would cut him apart piece by piece until he begged for death,” Daemon growls. “And when he’s on the brink of death, I would call for the maester to heal him so I could do it all over again.”

“Fuck,” you swear. Hearing your husband’s bloodthirst shouldn’t be this hot. Your breath quickens, and you shift.

Daemon notices your sudden shift in demeanor. “I see,” he grins. “I kill a man for disrespecting you, and all you can think about is my cock.”

You whine, desperate for Daemon to touch you. After he and Rhaenyra left you wanting this morning, you’ve been on edge all day. Daemon stands up, water sloshing from the tub as he climbs out and pours a glass of wine. He sips a mouthful before leaning down to kiss you. You moan as the wine hits your tongue. Daemon pulls back, popping a grape in your mouth before picking you from the tub and tossing you on the bed.

“I’ll just have to give my sweet girl exactly what she wants,” Daemon says. He drips wine across your body, lapping up the drops as he follows the trail with his tongue. Daemon knocks back the rest of his wine, placing the chalice on the dresser. He settles between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he dives into your cunt.

Daemon’s tongue swipes broad strokes across your cunt, lapping greedily. He suckles at your clit, and you cry out in pleasure as his hums vibrate against you.

“What is this?”

You try to shoot up to greet Rhaenyra, but Daemon’s arms have you locked in place. “Rha-Rhae-fuck-Rhaenyra” You struggle to speak as you feel your orgasm building. Your eyes roll back as Daemon moves an arm to slide two fingers into your weeping cunt. Moans fall from your lips as you buck into his mouth and hands.

Just before you climax, Daemon pulls back. “My queen,” he greets as Rhaenyra leans in for a kiss. 

“I take it our girl couldn’t wait?”

Daemon grins. “She never does.”

NOTE: This was supposed to just be smut, but I got carried away. Anyway, hope you enjoyed bloodthirsty Daemon, I know I did. Next part coming Friday or Saturday night (and yes, it’s going to pick up RIGHT where we left off). I have two delicious requests in the works: 1) a Feyd Rautha request (featuring the iconic darlings), and 2) a Daemon request (featuring some angst and steamy make-up sex). ~ Lacie <3

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the execution of lady jane grey

I got drunk and Tiktok showed me history_alice's video about this painting by Paul Delaroche. And since God has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished, have some medieval executioner König x fem mc. Also, Lady Jane Grey was executed by Mary Tudor (Bloody Mary), not by Henry the VIIIth (the one with the six wives), but I blended the stories just because I can.

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König doesn't ask questions.

It's never been his job to ask questions. The king points, and he does the dirty work. Most of the time, he takes pleasure in it: thieves, rapists, murderers, they all answer to his justice. And sure, a true loyal citizen might argue that he's simply enacting the king's justice, but it's König who swings the axe, is it not? In the end, König decides their fate.

In theory, anyway. In practice, this is simply his job. He keeps his head down and does what he's told. He stays quiet about the king's secret executions, the ones that happen in the dungeons instead of out in the open courtyard where the smallfolk gather to watch. It's hypocritical, honestly. They all look at König like he's a monster, some spectre of death among men, but when there's a public execution to be held, are they not the ones clamoring and pushing to be at the front?

There are some times when the king's executions are more...dubious. An advisor who voiced dissent one too many times. A thief stealing barley from the royal stables to feed his family, made an example of. A young man, just a boy really, accused of murdering four grown men—convenient, considering all four men's wives had been found in the king's bed at some point or another.

Those are the executions König prefers not to think about. The ones that haunt him in his dreams anyway. Those are the ones that make him yearn for his days in the army: when the people he killed were as faceless as his hood was to them, when he didn't know them and didn't have to think about the loved ones they left behind. König's never claimed to be a good person, the opposite in fact. But sometimes when he brings the blade down, he imagines a different, more royal neck on the block instead.

He feels this way now, as he watches her make her way to the block.

She's ethereal in her petticoat, the soft silken material reflecting what little light there is in the cold stone room and bathing her in a warm glow. Gentle and obedient into her own grave.

The king's wife. Sent to the block for treason, of all things. But everyone knows the truth: he's only killing this poor woman because he plots to put his latest mistress on the throne. Just a few weeks ago, this sweet young thing was the king's main obsession. She stood no chance at all, the daughter of a local lord currying favor with royalty. And now, she's being put to death through no fault of her own. The injustice grinds König's teeth, and takes his mind to a dark, dangerous place.

If she was his, he would never so much as let another woman cross his mind again. He's seen her about the palace grounds, with her beautiful bright eyes and lively smile, skirts trailing behind her like the tail feathers of an exotic bird. Just watching her had made him feel young again, no longer the brutish old soldier everyone averted their eyes from.

He's only spoken to her once, but he'll never forget it. He had been in her way, but she was the one who apologized. Most people would have seen the hood and backed away in fear, but not her. He watched, frozen and unable to say a single word, as she curtseyed and looked at him with, of all things, a shy curiosity. For one still, breathtaking moment, he held her gaze in his, and he felt like they were the last two people remaining on earth.

Then her lady in waiting had touched her on the elbow, and the spell was broken as they continued on their way. But König had never forgotten.

That same lady in waiting is here now, eyes puffy as she holds the queen's elaborate dress and jewelry in her lap. She had chosen to take it off, so as not to stain the expensive fabrics with her blood. How can she be so considerate of others, when the whole world has failed her so?

She turns to him, trembling like a little bird, and meets his gaze. The words come out before he can help himself.

"I beg your forgiveness," he blurts out, and almost immediately mentally scolds himself. What right does he have, of all people, to ask for her grace?

"Of course, sir," she says, her voice clear and sweet. Surely, he can't feel any more wretched than he does right now...and then she speaks again.

"I only pray you dispatch me quickly..." She turns a fearful eye to the wooden block, sitting almost innocently on top of the straw laid down to soak up her lifeblood. "Will...will you take it before I lay me down?"

"No, madam," he whispers.

She nods, and with a sudden streak of iron will, ties the blindfold about her head. König knows this is a kindness: she'll never see him coming. And yet his heart aches to see her cover up those beautiful eyes.

A loud sob comes out of the lady in waiting, watching her young mistress fumble around blindly. König's heart shatters when she lets out a little cry of confusion as the lieutenant of the prison rushes to hold her steady. "What shall I do? Where is it?"

König feels a sudden streak of anger, at the gentle way the lieutenant lowers her to the ground. The man clearly knows this is wrong, and yet will not lift a finger to help her.

Guilt strikes him yet again as he remembers that neither is he.

Or is he?

He stares down at her, this vulnerable little lamb sent to the slaughter, her pretty neck exposed for his blade, and he knows what he has to do.

The lady in waiting cries out in anguish as the blade lowers to the queen's head, causing her to gasp as the cold metal brushes against her skin. But instead of cutting her head off, König slices through her blindfold with a deft precision.

"What is the meaning of this?" The lieutenant demands as the queen scrambles from her kneeling position. König offers his arm, and she takes it, her hands warm against his sleeve as she stands up. The confusion is writ plain on her face, but her eyes shine with an innocent hope that only steels König's resolve.

"You," König says, pointing his axe at the lieutenant, who shuffles backwards nervously. "You will tell the king that she has been executed. If he asks for a body, find one: I don't care which one. And if you tell anyone what happened here today, I swear to you that I will water the earth with your blood, and the blood of every family member in your line." His eyes narrow at the lieutenant. "Do I make myself clear?" The man nods, stuck still with terror.

The queen's lady in waiting rushes forward, pressing jewels into her hands. "My lady, you will need these," she says urgently. "For wherever life takes you next." She gives König a determined look. "Take care of her, sir."

The queen's eyes go wide and round as she looks up at König. "I don't understand."

He kneels to her height, taking her hands in his. "I am taking you away from this place," he tells her, his voice low and urgent. "But you need to trust me."

She closes her eyes, and takes one deep, trembling breath before opening them again. "I trust you."

"Good." She yelps as he picks her up in his arms, hands instantly darting about his shoulders. "I am sorry, my lady, but we don't have much time."

She giggles, giggles, in his arms. "I don't mind," she says, with a mischievous little look that invites trouble. God, he is utterly fucked, isn't he?

"I can give you time, but not much," the lieutenant says. "Go!"

König doesn't need to be told twice.

To be honest with you, I have no idea what this is. I wrote this in, like. An hour. I think a demon possessed me. I don't think I'm going to write more of this au, but who knows!

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Hello! Your six wives are very beautiful 💖 Do you do WCIFs? If so, WCIF the dresses of Ceryse and Jeyne?

Hi! Thank you so much! They are by @simverses and @zx-ta (I think? there are multiple people who conversed this dress from the sims medieval to ts4) <3

[aeadventuretime]

13th June 2024.

First Wives Club v. Red Bull Zero Sugar

Today started out like most others, break days in the kitchen with whoever before Roman explored the grounds and pool again.

Today we had decided to split into 2, the first wives club (Angelique, Jahna and myself) and the Red Bull Zero Sugar (Ash,Luke and Annabel. These names came from our iMessage group chats, ours came from Ashley always calling me his first wife. Anyhoo. We found a beautiful restaurant/hotel called Castello Di Reschio that was 30-40 mins drive away. The first wives club would go out for lunch while the others would head out for dinner. We got a lil dressed up, coincidentally all deciding to wear white 🥸. Driving in, the place was incredible! It was beautifully landscaped grounds and rolling hills, terracotta coloured buildings everywhere, immaturely groomed gardens and trees. There was a horse arena with very medieval looking stands I guess for people to sit and watch. We rolled past stables and that’s when we clocked the hotel had horses and was a unique selling point for it. And yes we did eventually see some horses! And a deer!

The restaurant was stunning! Huge ceilings and a very appealing decor and vibe, palm trees and lamps scattered around the interior and large wooden tables with fire pits over looking the valley. It was freezing and we barely brought jumpers on this trip so we decided to sit inside first and then move our should we want. Omg. The food and drinks were incredible. The starter bread included like macadamia bark bread which when dipped into the olive oil was just like perfection. We each ordered a cocktail and they were all a hit and for food we shared some eggplant appetisers and cacio e Pepe pasta before we got our own mains. I got a blueberry tagliatelle. Purple pasta, delicious. We moved outside for a coffee and dessert and I got a pistachio tart which was strangely the bigger course out of the two and was so yummy but rich, and yet I ate it all. We loved the place so much we booked the others in for dinner. So after a small exploration of the restaurant and surrounding area we headed home to tag team with the others.

Well the house was the same as we had left it but with more empty beer cans littered around the place. The others left and straight away Roman smashed his head onto the fireplace step. Of course. I swear something always happens when Ash goes out. 🙃

But the others had a great night and were as in love with the restaurant as we were. And even got second dinner before their dessert.

Unfortunately Jahna was struggling with Ari. He was completely wired and did not want to sleep and after an hour of trying and some big screams she brought him down to join Angelique and I who were enjoying a wine together. You could tell Jahna was exhausted and done but Ari was being very cute. Obviously not important when you are the parent trying to get the kid down!

Finally the others came home, we all went to bed while Ari stayed up for most of the night.

[highlynerdy]

Y’all. I cannot believe the reaction the purple shirt post has gotten in the last day. Just. I certainly didn’t expect my overlong color ramblings to appeal to anyone, much less this many of you! But I have to say, I have thoroughly enjoyed reading all your tags on the post. Some hilarious and some multiple-kitten levels of adorable. And some just enjoying reading about color (what’s up, my nerds). Some of you talked about Guinevere’s purple garments, and the assumption they were from Morgana and I wanted to talk about it right quick.

@fluffypotatey @lit-beyond-measure @camelotsheart (I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, but please let me know if you’d like me to remove it. I just didn’t want to not give credit for your words!)

We could do probably do a whole other post on the color and styles of Morgana and Gwen’s wardrobes throughout the seasons. But let’s just explore for now that, yes, the dresses were likely from Morgana, and they were gentle lavender instead of deep purple because-

1. Morgana has the wonderful gift of subtlety and nuance, unlike you, Arthur, my dear. This color still would have caused a stir, you best believe. But a gentle stir. And who in that castle has the bravery to say anything to Morgana?? No one, that’s who.

2. The fabric of the dresses would have also been a pretty big giveaway as to the wealth and social standing of the giver. The first purple dress appears to be a fine linen, often called handkerchief linen now for its delicate texture, high thread count, and beautiful drape. Lower classes wore a much thicker slubby linen. The second purple dress appears to be a raw silk noil. Silk only being worn by nobility at that time because it was maaany $$$. (We will gently skip right over the fact that these dresses are about as historically accurate as Bradley’s ridiculous mid 2000s sunglasses from that one picture of him and the knights.)

3. Morgana knows Gwen would look stunning in any color, but COME ON. Gwen in those lavender dresses would, and DID, do things™️ to many hearts. Knights falling all over themselves when she walks by, other servants with stars in their eyes......sigh.

4. Morgana is completely aware Gwen understands what the dresses mean. It’s not like the slim possibility of Merlin being ignorant of the color significance. I mean, she’s worked in the castle for how long?? Forever? Yeah. No question. And she wore them proudly. Like the goddess she is.

Therein lies my Morgwen dress analysis. Aaandd scene.

[wishfulwithwine]

Twin Flames : Chapter Five

Eris Vanserra x Archeron Sister Reader

“You are a peace and a flame, you steady me and stir me all at once” - butterflies rising

“I don’t want to just love you.  I want our souls to merge and burn brighter  than any star found in this universe”  - Lola Lawrence

The youngest Archeron sister, loved and protected by all her sisters and the Inner Circle, is mated to the hated heir of the Autumn Court. Will they find peace, or burn in the flames?

Warnings: series will have cursing, smut, violence, ptsd, alcohol, and other possible triggers. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR. 18+ ONLY

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It was all a blur.

When Eris took me with him back to Autumn Court, I was more than grateful to finally be out of that meeting. After Feyre’s attack on Beron, the discussion about Feyre’s powers, and Nesta’s speech, my emotions were rattled. My mask was slipping, and we didn’t get alone soon, I’d start sobbing. 

We arrived at what I assumed was the Autumn Court headquarters, the Forest House as Eris had described. This was where his parents lived, the Vanserra children grew up, and most official business took place. Whenever Beron stepped down, Eris would live there - and now I guess that would include me.

It looked very much like an old medieval castle from storybooks. It was gloomy and cold, no sense of warmth in the hallways. 

As soon as we had gone back, however, Eris and I were separated and I was thrown into a room to get “ready” for my wedding. Eris’ mother, who had come to help with the arrangements and tailor, had informed me that Beron demanded the wedding be the next day, so everyone was in a rush to get everything ready. 

The tailor had luckily had wedding dresses available and it would just need some alterations that he did magically to fit to my body. The end result was gorgeous, however, it was much grander than what I would have wanted for my wedding dress. Supposedly it was decided on by Beron. (Author’s note: the picture on top is how I pictured the dress, however you can picture it however you desire) 

What I did have control over, however was the matter of the custom lingerie for the mating ceremony - which would only consist of Eris and myself, having myself feed him and the activities afterward. Eris’ mother had helped me bake the classic apple pie that had been in the Autumn Court’s ruling family forever. It was the dessert at all weddings, births, and mating ceremonies for the direct family. Only the daughters and wives knew how to make it.

The lingerie chosen was a completely sheer long sleeve dress of a single piece of gauze, with some embroidered leaves on it. It was beautiful, but I felt very revealing in the gown in front of the ladies, despite the undergarments underneath. The tailor was luckily a woman, and only the woman could help you, but they all had knowing smiles on their lips. When I would wear it for Eris, I would be nude underneath, but for the alterations I was wearing undergarments. 

I spent the night before the wedding in separate rooms - Eris at his own house while I was kept in the castle, protected by guards to ensure my ‘purity’, anxiously awaiting the next day. There was a maester who had come to check my health during the day- ensuring my ‘innocence’ - and reported that I was as I said I was, completely virginal. 

As I had gotten into bed, I felt utterly alone. 

There was no comfort of my sisters or the Inner Circle of the Night Court around. I pulled on the mating bond to see if I could talk with Eris, as I did your best to get some sleep.

Hello beautiful, is everything ok? Eris responded almost instantly. He could feel my anxious emotions, and was worried.

Yes, just… feeling lonely and nervous about tomorrow. I replied honestly.

I’m sorry, little flame. I’m sorry I can’t be there with you right now and I’m sorry you’re away from your family. As soon as tomorrow is over though, we will have the rest of our lives together, Eris reminded, trying to flood the bond with happiness to warm my soul. I smiled, although he couldn’t see it.

I know, my love. I know. I just want it to be over so I can be in your arms. You make me feel safe I said, and I could feel his pride.

You make me the happiest man on the planet. I am so lucky to be your mate. Tomorrow, your husband. I can’t wait to call you my wife too, he responded. Do you like your dress?

It’s not bad. It’s nice, very pretty. Perfect for the High Lady of Autumn, I said.

You didn’t pick it out? It’s your wedding dress. 

Your father picked it out, but I designed the mating dress. I think - I hope you love it, I said.

I’ll love whatever you wear, even if you wore a trash bag. I can’t believe father picked out your dress He said annoyed. I could feel the beginnings of flames of anger from him. 

Eris, love, it’s fine. It’s perfect for the wedding ceremony for the role I’m supposed to be. I look like a Queen. It’s beautiful, it’s just a bit much for me. I told him, seemingly calming him. 

What does your mating dress look like, my little flame He asked, switching topics. I giggled out loud.

It’s completely sheer, I teased.

My naughty little flame… can you show me?  He asked.

It’ll be a surprise, my love, I said, giggling. 

I’m going to devour you, my little flame. You should see how hard you’ve made me. I need to touch you,  He groaned, sending me an image of his erect cock. I gasped audibly. 

Oh Eris… You replied as you felt heat stirring in your core. Tomorrow is going to be such a long day.

Yes, and you will need the rest. Go to bed. I will see you, feel all of you, tomorrow, Eris said, throwing in the all of you comment to tease me some more. I  rolled my eyes, trying to simmer down the flames.

I love you, Eris Vanserra, my mate I said, snuggling into my pillow.

 I love you, Y/N Archeron, soon to be Vanserra, my mate.  He replied.

The next morning, I was abruptly awaken by the maids, forcing me into the tub with oils to get ready for the big day. The oils smelled of vanilla, apples, and a woodsy flare, in comparison to the oils that were in Velaris. This smelled warm and cozy, and calmed me into a state of bliss, as the maids bathed me, washing my body and hair to make sure I was cleaned and well prepped for today. After I was dried, they situated me in a luxurious silk robe, brushing through my hair before styling it elegantly, and painting my face in glowing makeup. When I looked in the mirror, after I had put on the dress and veil, I felt like I hardly looked like myself. The maids had left me alone, to stare at the mirror in front of me, waiting for when someone would get me to go to the wedding. I felt my heart rate quicken, as everything about today hit me: I was here in Autumn Court essentially alone - no family or friends besides Eris, to mark the beginning of my life. 

Rhys! I called out in my mind, hoping by some miracle he’d be able to hear me. I needed my sisters - I needed them to see me on my wedding day. I needed to hear their voices.

Y/N! Are you okay? Rhys asked worried.

No - I just, I feel alone. I’m getting married and I, I took a sigh, embarrassed at what I was thinking.

You want to talk to your sisters. I can relay a message for them, if you’d like. Feyre can’t do such long distances, but if you tell me, I can be a messenger He says, and I smile.

Show them what I look like. Tell them I love them, and I wish they were here. I just wish I could hear them, talk to them. I love Eris, I really do, but I just wish my family was here, I told him, trying not to cry and ruin the makeup the maids spent so long on.

You look beautiful, Y/N. Absolutely stunning. I’ll show your sisters now and tell you their response. He said, before I felt him leave my mind. I sighed, twirling a bit in the mirror, as I waited on my sister’s reply. It was a few moments later when I felt the familiar scratching on my mind. He showed me images of Feyre and Elaine crying, while Nesta stood stone faced, but the glimmer in her eyes showed her upset. It was like I was watching it through Rhys’ eyes.

“Tell her: My beautiful sister - you look like a princess. The princess of Autumn” Feyre had said, tears cascading down her face. “She looks so beautiful. I wish we were there” Elaine said, weeping. “Y/N, you look beautiful. I - I miss you dearly”  Nesta said, looking away from Rhys after a moment. 

Thank you Rhys. I can never repay you for what you have done for me and my family,  I said, blinking my eyes, looking upwards to make the tears stop from falling. My heart felt fuller, now that they had seen me in my dress. 

You are my family as well. If you need anything, I will do my best to be there Rhys said, and I could feel the honesty in his words.  As I felt him leaving my mind, there was a knock on my door.

“Hello?” I asked, before the door opened to reveal Beron.

“Y/N, you look like a Queen” Beron said, shock evident on his face, as his eyes traveled my body and face. It felt creepy, having his stare linger, but I gave him a gracious smile, curtsying deeply.

“Thank you, my Lord” I replied, making sure to not look directly in his eyes again. 

“I knew that dress would be perfect for you. You will come with me now and I will walk you down the aisle. Are you excited?” He asked, opening his elbow for me to take. I approached him cautiously, holding onto his elbow gently before he placed his other hand firmly on top of mine, holding me tight to his arm. 

“Yes, my Lord. Very. It is an honor to be mated to your son” I said, quickening my steps to keep up with Beron. Similar to Eris, he was tall, and his strides were about two of mine. 

“I am happy it is someone as beautiful, kind and pure as you. My son is very lucky. You seem like you will be a perfect wife, a beautiful feminine face for Autumn Court” He said, in his thoughts. 

“Thank you, my Lord. That is very kind of you” I replied, doing my best to show my gratitude, and not have it sound fake. Beron looked down at me, and smirked, squeezing my hand.

“My son doesn’t deserve someone as perfect as you” He said, almost in a whisper, before we made it to the large doors leading outside, where the wedding ceremony was being held. 

When the doors opened, and Beron guided me out, I was almost in shock over how many people were there. It was beautiful outside, with the reds and oranges of the leaves on the trees -  a gorgeous forest altar. It was crowded, filled with no one that I knew - except for the handsome face of my mate staring solely at me. His face was emotionless, but I felt the pull and amazement over the bond. 

I felt the weight of his stare - as well as everyone else’s - but I pushed through and did my best to not be emotional. Beron smirked down at me, before he handed me off near the altar to start the ceremony. Eris removed the veil from my face, as the priestess started talking, and to be honest, I wasn’t focused on anything she was saying. All I could think about was Eris, and the love that was flooding the bond from both sides.

You look beyond beautiful, my little flame. Eris said, as we both pretended to be listening to what the priestess was saying and doing.

You look so handsome, my love I replied.

“Now, please exchange rings” the priestess said, as two rings were brought forth to us. 

“Do you, Eris Vanserra, Heir to the High Lord of Autumn, take Y/N Archeron to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The priestess asked, as Eris took the ring, a large emerald ring with diamonds and a gold band, covering at least a third of my finger’s length, and slid it onto my finger.

“I do” He said, looking directly into my eyes.

“Do you, Y/N Archeron, take Eris Vanserra, Heir to the High Lord of Autumn, to be your lawfully wedded wife?” She asked, as I took Eris’ ring, the gold thick band with another large emerald in the center. The emerald on my ring was larger, but his ring band was thicker.

“I do” I replied, and I couldn’t help the small smile that grew on my face as I looked up at Eris. 

“Then I present, Lord and Lady Eris Vanserra. You may now kiss your bride” The priestess said, and Eris took my jaw in his hand, tilting it up with a little bit of force, kissing my mouth quickly, with some passion, before cutting off to face the crowds. 

Smiling warmly at everyone, albeit a bit dazed from the kiss, I followed Eris down the aisle, my arm clutching his bicep as he led us down the path and back into the castle, where a reception ball would be held. 

The reception would have dinner and dance, and then Eris and I would leave to go to his house to have our mating ceremony. The ballroom had been transformed to have pretty fairy lights and candles, creating a warm glow around everything. I held onto Eris tightly, as close as my dress skirt would allow me to be to his side, as everyone followed us in and took their seats at the tables. 

Eris and I sat next to Beron, who was smiling at us. There was a line of people gathering to congratulate us on our wedding and mating. Many of them brought gifts, and my jaw was hurting from all the smiling. I simply sat there, nodding along, as Eris and Beron did most of the talking and communicating. It was all politics, as Eris would have a side commentary in our heads of who was who. I would probably need a refresher when we would all meet again, but for now, I was anxious to go to our home.

“Would you like to dance, my wife?” Eris said, when there was finally a lull. I smiled, taking his hand, and letting him lead me to the dance floor.

“Of course, husband” You replied, with a grin, as we went to the center of the dance floor.

Nesta had taught me everything I needed to know about dancing with men, how to seduce them on the dance floor. I didn’t necessarily need to seduce Eris, but this would be our first dance together in front of Autumn Court, and I felt like I needed to prove that I was worthy of being Eris’ mate.

A song changed, and Eris led me around the dance floor.

You’re an incredible dancer, my little flame Eris said, staring into my eyes, as we twirled around the dance floor.

This is simple, my love. If you want to dazzle… I hinted at, with a smirk raising on my lips as he mirrored my own smirk, moving a bit quicker and increased the level of difficulty with our dance.

The dance floor had emptied out besides us, leaving all the guests to watch the new couple in awe. They had heard about me briefly, the sister of the Cursebreaker, so innocent and demure. Now, they stared and realized how elegant and alluring I was, a true mate for Eris. 

Beron stared, gazing at my silhouette - although I was so wrapped up in Eris that I was not paying attention. Numerous thoughts consumed his mind, and with disappointment he looked to his own wife, before back out to us. 

When the song changed, he stood, making his way to us. 

“May I have this dance, new daughter-in-law?” He asked, a grin, as he came to stand next to Eris. Eris tried to not visibly tense, but nodded, leaving my hand for Beron to take, Beron took my hand swiftly, going into the new dance as it began.

“You look breathtaking, my dear. You are an incredible dancer” Beron complimented, as he stared at me while we danced around the floor. The guests were all staring, and now that I wasn’t dancing in the ‘bubble’ with Eris, I paid more attention. Most seemed surprised at the High Lord’s actions.

“Thank you, my Lord” I responded, with a shy smile, as I kept up with his movements easily.

“You are very welcome. I cannot wait to learn more about you, after your mating honeymoon of course. I hope my son meets your expectations” Beron said, with a smirk. I didn’t know what quite to reply, but soon the dance ended and we headed back to our seats.

By the time Eris finally winnowed us to his house, I was strung out on nerves and anticipation.

“My love” He said, kissing me passionately as soon as we let our feet hit the ground in his house.

“Eris” I let out a whimper, holding him tightly, his mouth burning my lips with a tingly sensation. 

A knock on the door broke us apart. Eris groaned, but went to the door. There were two maids, one carrying the pie I had made, and the other holding my dress.

“We’re here to help the Lady get ready, Sir” they said, looking at the ground, obediently. 

“Thank you, please come in” I said, graciously, as they came inside and all but rushed me up the stairs to the bedroom bathroom to help get my dress off. The corset back need help being unlaced, and then the maids left quickly after they helped the veil and my hair flow naturally, knowing the lingerie dress I would not want anyone but Eris seeing that.

“Thank you” I heard Eris say from downstairs, before the front door closed.

I put on my dress, my heart all but beating out of my chest when I looked in the mirror. It was like nothing I would ever want to wear for anyone but myself - and now Eris. I was beyond worried that he would not like it, as I twirled to get a better angle in the mirror.

“My little flame, are you alright? I feel your worry” He said, through the bathroom door.

“I’m… fine. I’ll be out in a minute” I said, taking a deep breath before I opened the door to see Eris.

His face was one of shock.

He had changed out of his dress clothes to a pair of lounge pants and no shirt, sitting on the couch waiting for me. 

“Oh Cauldron I am the luckiest man alive” Eris said, almost groaning as his eyes roamed every inch of my body with a heated gaze. My thighs clenched, shifting in my spot, a bit uneasy with his heated gaze. This was the most revealed I had ever been before a male since my father saw me when I was a baby.

It was like slow motion, as he got up off the couch and walked in front of me, his eyes never leaving my body.

“You are perfect” He said, when he got close enough to touch, dragging his finger tips up my arms softly.

“So are you, handsome” I said, reaching my hand out to touch his bare sculpted chest. 

Eris was a masterpiece in my eyes - strong and large, his muscles tense and chiseled.

“I need to eat. Now” He said, his jaw tense. I blushed, before reluctantly walking over to the kitchen to warm up the apple pie as instructed by his mother.

“Sit down, please. I want to do this properly” I said, feeling Eris press himself to my back, feeling his erection hard and throbbing. He let out a breath of hot air by my ear, causing me to shiver, rubbing myself on his erection involuntarily.

“That would be wise so I don’t mount you before” He said, his voice sounding like he was struggling in pain. It was taking every drop of his self restraint to sit at the dining room table, watching his mate basically naked cooking for him. Cooking the mating meal for him.

He clenched his fist tightly, gazing over how perfect my ass was to him, and how he pictured how soft it would feel to squeeze it. How beautiful it would look with his red handprint, jiggling as he pummeled into me from behind. 

The scent of arousal was thick in the air, by the time I set out the apple pie in front of him, with a fork. Reaching out with his arm, he pulled me onto his lap, my dress not allowing me to straddle him widely, but placing my core right on top of his member. 

“This dress holds back nothing, my darling. I can feel how wet you are. I can see perky those perfect tits of yours” He said, dragging his hand down the front side of me, over my breasts and down to my hip, which he squeezed, holding down tightly, pushing my hips back a bit to grind against his erection.

“Eris, love, please eat” I said, biting my lip to stifle the moans that were threatening. He breathed heavily, nodding, before he took the fork I had laid out, and began digging into the pie.

“It tastes perfect, my little flame. I’m so proud of you” He said, as he saw that I was staring at him, nervously on how I made the pie. I smiled widely, excited, as he ate the pie as if he hadn’t ate in days. However, as he ate, he stared heatedly at me, making me squirm in anticipation as he ate the pie in such a seductive way I was getting more aroused.

As soon as the last bit of pie was at, he picked me up, there me over his shoulder and walked us up to his bedroom.

“Now, I get to devour what will be my favorite meal, you” He said, as he lay me down on the bed, before carefully taking my dress off, surprising me. “As much as I want to tear it off you, I love this dress, my little flame” 

I giggled, before blushing when the dress was off and he gazed at me as if he was trying to redraw my image in his memory. I tried to cover myself, self conscious creeping into my mind, before he pinned my arms away.

“Do not dare try to cover up what I have been dreaming about ever since I met you. It is like blocking yourself from the world’s beauty. You are a work of art, my little flame” Eris said, before he started kissing and biting my body from my neck down my chest, before kneeling in front of my core.

Taking his sweet time, he planted soft, wet kisses from my ankle all the way to the apex of my thighs, as I squirmed with anticipation. I was about to beg him to do something, when he licked a slow stripe on my slit. 

“Oh my little flame is so responsive. This pretty little pussy is all for me, and I can’t wait to devour you, make you sing all week little flame. This pussy of yours will be my best friend” Eris said, with fire glowing in his eyes, before he attached his lips to my clit, sucking and nibbling lightly. I gripped the sheets around me, my thighs trying to close around his head, but his broad shoulders were pushing them apart. Broken moans made their way through my lips, as Eris sucked on the sensitive bud, flicking his tongue on my clit as well pushing as deep as it could. I couldn’t help but roll my hips on his face, but soon his arm pushed my hips down to stabilize them, increasing the pressure in my core. He used his other hand to scissor his fingers inside of me, and it didn’t take long before pleasure flooded over my whole body. 

I could vaguely hear the vulgar slurping of Eris drinking my juices, as I came down for the emotional high of seeing stars. 

“You taste like heaven, absolute heaven” He groaned, still sucking as I became oversensitive to his mouth on me. 

“Eris” I said, gaining his attention, as he looked at me. His pupils were blown, and his mouth had a sheen of the aftermath of my juices. He attached his lips to mine, before breaking apart and kissing down my jawline and neck. As he kissed and nipped at my neck, I moved my hands down, stroking his long cock and I smirked as I heard him let out a whimper, rutting into your hands to seek more pleasure

“Eris, my love” You moaned, when he aligned himself with your center, thrusting in slowly. 

He broke his lips apart from your neck, so he could gaze at you, as you adjusted to his size. 

“So good for me, my little flame. You’re so tight, only for me my mate. Mine” He said, before he finally reached his hilt, halting as he leaned up to see the juncture of him in between my thighs, seeing the mixture of my blood and juices, before looking at my face. I was breathing heavily, the pain slowly turning to pleasure. 

“How do you feel, my little flame?” He asked, cupping my face with his palm, as he stared deeply into my eyes, holding onto his mind to make sure I had pleasure. I nodded, leaning up to kiss him, before I rolled my hips gently, the coil in my belly tightening.

“Cauldron, you feel like heaven. You are mine, and I’m going to fill you up with my seed, my little flame. We’re going to have so many little flames of our own. My little flame carrying my children” He grunted, as he took my movement to start thrusting into my core, kissing my cervix and making me wantonly moan. My back was arching off the bed, my nipples brushing his chest. 

“So beautiful, I can’t wait till you are full with my children” Eris groaned, moaning in my ear as his thrusts became deeper and harder. 

“Eris, my love” I moaned, the coil snapping and my cum soaked his pelvis. 

“That’s it, so tight for me.., my little flame. Mine” He moaned, his hips snapping into mine before the stuttered, releasing his cum into me. 

As he slowed down his thrusts, his panting grew shallower, as he locked eyes with me. Finally he stopped, but his cock remained inside of me.

“My little flame” Eris said, as the bond between us glowed and shimmered, locking in place. It was magical, a moment I wished to have painted - if only Eris and I were fully clothed.

“You’re so beautiful, and all mine” He said kissing my lips, holding me tightly to him. 

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hi!! could i request a Ling Yao and princess! reader ? where they’re in an arranged marriage Romeo and Juliet styled ;;)

Last I checked Romeo and Juliet were not in an arranged marriage lol OH WAIT- UNLESS YOU MEAN READER IS IN AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE WITH SOMEONE ELSE THEN FALLS IN LOVE WITH LING???? GENIUS.

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Content: Ling Yao x f!Reader

Warnings: Abusive family, abusive fiance (?), heavy misogyny (not Ling tho we love him and he loves women), loveless arranged marriage

Notes: Pulled an entire kingdom out of my ass for this, and a character, since FMA:B doesn't have another kingdom lol but I absolutely love a Romeo/Juliet trope, so it was worth it. I also might make this a series if this post gets too long lol. LOOK I KNOW FMA:B HAS CARS BUT I WANT AN EXCUSE TO WRITE MEDIEVAL SHIT SO CARRIAGES WE GO

Info on the kingdom: Mashul (ma-SHOO-ul) is based on Great Britain. The men are cherished while the women are seen as "peace negotiations" and often married off to other countries to keep Mashul out of any kind of conflict. You're the first princess to be married off to Xing, though, a place that is far different than your home.

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Being a princess of Mashul meant nothing. At least, to you. All it was was a title, nothing more. Yes, you got to sleep in a warm bed and have full meals, but you'd rather swap for the streets if that meant you no longer had to face any verbal degradation from your mother or physical abuse from your father, should you decide to disobey.

A princess who is a soon-to-be-wife should follow her husband no matter what. You didn't even want to get married. You didn't know what kind of man you'd be spending the rest of your life with. You had long since stopped believing in the happy ending fairytales, especially ones where princesses got to have a happy marriage. By custom you were given a picture and a name of your new fiance, nothing more.

Cai Shi was his name. He was the thirteenth son of the Xingese emperor, not exactly first for the throne. He seemed like a firm man from the photo alone. Toned stature, pronounced jawline, slim eyes, short, jet black hair, with spiky bangs that barely cross over his forehead. He was undoubtedly handsome, but looks only go so far.

The thin frown on his lips reminded her of the one her mother wore after leaving her father's room, or the same frown her father would wear if she spoke without permission. If it wasn't for her teacher growing up, she would have thought that this was a normal family.

She could only hope that Cai Shi could prove her initial thoughts wrong.

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Cai Shi wasn't much of a talker, but he was a very strict man. Helping you out of the carriage was possibly the only nice thing he could do. As soon as you touched the ground and looked up at him, he turned and began to talk. Confused, you kept to your place.

Cai stopped walking, then turned to look at you. "What're you doing? Let's go."

"O-oh, okay." You nodded, rushing to his side, hoping to link arms with him.

Cai visibly flinched. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I-I just thought we could walk togeth-"

"I don't know how they do it over in Mashul, but in Xing, the wives walk behind the husbands. Now come, I'll show you to your room." Cai then turned and stomped off, expecting you to follow him.

You didn't know what you were expecting. But, with a surprisingly heavy heart, you obeyed and followed. Four women followed behind you two in different colored robes, you assumed they were maids. The palace in Xing was beautiful, even if it harbored Cai Shi. You just hoped that not all of the men in the palace were like this.

Going into a room in one of the palace buildings, Cai stopped abruptly. "This is your room. Maids, get her ready for the banquet tonight."

The maids slightly bent their knees in a courtsey, mumbling a yes before moving around the room. You looked around for a moment before looking back at Cai.

"What's going on?"

"The maids will dress you up in Xing clothing and do a quick schooling of Xing customs to prepare for the banquet tonight." Cai spoke in a monotone voice, then turned to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm going to visit my father. I will see you tonight. Maids, make her pretty." Cai took a sweeping look up and down your figure before leaving.

"Yes, Prince." The maids said before ushering you behind a curtain.

"But..." Your voice trailed off, frowning.

It's even more clear that those fairytales told to children, even to yourself at a point, weren't true. The maids were nicer than Cai Shi's words, which you had realized the sort of distanced, venomous tone your father had when he spoke to you.

You were doomed to be treated less than human your entire life.

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That night, at the banquet, you were surprised to find so many people in the grand hall. Music filled the vast room, dancing girls twirled about in the middle, and the people were either intently watching the girls or talking happily to one another. The servants escorted you to a seat next to Cai, who barely gave you a glance. You sat on your knees, hands clasped in your lap.

"Do I look pretty?" You asked with a small smile, hoping to please him, even if it was a little.

Cai finally raked his angered gaze over you. Seeing you dressed in Xing clothing, jewelry and makeup instead of Mashul's had, admittedly, made his cold heart stop a beat. His lips slightly parted in his slience, and your smile began to drop.

Clearing his throat, Cai nods. "Yes, you do."

"Who're all these people?" You asked.

Cai looked around before looking back at you. "The princes and princesses you see around me are all my siblings. On the other end is father's imperial court."

You looked around. Some people sitting amongst the Xingese princes and princesses seemed foreign, though the foreign people were mainly women. Turning to Cai again, you asked, "Just how many siblings do you have?"

"Fourty-one." Cai answered simply, before going to take a drink that the servant had set down gently.

You almost choked on your spit. Looking up, the Xingese emperor sat on his throne, the empress sitting on his left.

"F-fourty-one? Your poor mother..."

"Foolish woman." Cai immediately goes back to a harsh tone. "Did the maids not tell you the marital structure in the palace? We all have different mothers. Father has to marry one woman from every clan in Xing and produce an heir. His first wife is the empress. Everyone else are concubines."

Processing this new information, your eyes remained on the empress. She was pretty, possibly the epitome of beauty in Xing. Maybe she'd even be the epitome of beauty in Mashul. Her royal robes complimented her eyes and fair skin tone, the jewelry donning her neck and head highlighting some finer details of her neck and face.

The Empress was so beautiful, why did the Emperor feel the need to take other wives? "The Empress must feel sad that your father took other wives."

"Hardly. That's custom."

"We don't do that in Mashul..." You mumbled.

"This isn't Mashul." Cai smacked the now empty cup against his table, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. "Don't talk about political affairs. That isn't your place to debate."

"I can't say what we did back home?" You questioned.

"Mashul is no longer your home. Xing is. Talking about Mashul now is a political affair, and women are forbidden from talking about that."

Casting a glance towards the imperial court, you noticed a couple women in there. "Then how come there are women in the imperial court?"

"They are nothing but father's playthings. Don't listen to anything else otherwise." Cai sneered.

Tensing again, you finally kept your eyes to your table. Only then did you notice that you had a drink of your own. Gently taking it and eyeing other women around you, you took a sip. Humming in delight, you sported a small smile.

"Is it to the princesses' satisfaction?" A servant bent down to ask, ready to refill Cai's drink as well.

"Yes, thank you." You smiled, making the servant stop for a moment before hesitantly nodding and filling up Cai's up.

Then, the Emperor put his hand up, causing the dancing ladies and music and talking to stop. He swept his gaze across the crowd.

"Where is Ling?" The Emperor asked. "He's late, again."

A prince gave a small bow in respect to his father before speaking. "Brother is dealing with some bandits found outside of Xing territory. He'll be here soon."

The Emperor clicked his tongue. "Yu Jiayi, you're always covering for Ling Yao. If there really were bandits, the imperial court would have notified me."

Yu nodded. "It was a last minute development, father. I promise."

The Emperor turned to his Imperial court, before clicking his tongue again. "Regardless, the banquet shall start without him then. We'll begin by welcom-"

A young prince burst into the grand hall. He panted, placing his hands on his knees for a moment. His hair was longer than Cai's, so long that it had to be put in a ponytail. While his hair was frazzled, you could tell that the right side hung out over his forehead in the form of spiky bangs. A lot of the princes and princesses had spiky hair.

"Ling, where have you been my boy?" The Emperor asked.

"Sorry! I was," he panted. "chasing off bandits!"

He then looked up. His face was covered in dirt, chest and sleeves scratched up, with a full view of his torso undeneath his yellow jacket. He finally gained his breath before looking around. "Now, where is the newcomer?"

"Men, clean up prince Ling the best you can right now, and escort him to his seat." The Emperor waved his hand.

Three servants bowed and nodded before escorting the prince, cleaning off his face with a wet rag the whole way. The Emperor sighed before resuming.

"As I was saying, we'll start by welcoming the newest addition to our family. In a month's time, my son Cai Shi, from the Shi clan, is to wed the princess from Mashul, (Y/n) (L/n)."

Everyone followed where his hand pointed towards your seated form. Your face heated up at having all eyes on you, all smiles, and people began to clap. You took a glance at Cai Shi, who was glaring at the table. He didn't seem happy at all. As everyone continued to clap, you gave a small smile, trying to show your appreciation.

Ling was sat a little bit away from the new couple, but he could still clearly see you. Your features glowed from the light streaming into the grand hall. He could see his older brothers' disdain. Ling didn't understand - if he had such a beautiful woman like you, he'd be overjoyed! Why was Cai so sour faced?

Ling didn't pay attention as his father continued talking once the clapping had died down. Instead, he was more focused on this new woman's expressions and looks.

You, feeling someone staring, turned slowly to look over your shoulder. Your eyes met with Ling's. Something happened in your chests - both of your hearts sped up, warmth spread through them. Before you were caught staring by anyone else, you turned back to stare at your table until you cooled off enough to look back at the Emperor. Ling however, he didn't stop staring.

Now that you've made eye contact, and made Ling feel such strong emotions, he isn't going to easily let that go. His brother didn't seem to like you, so maybe he can fill in for him. Keeping his smile to himself, he slowly drank out of the cup a servant gave him, plotting in his mind.

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I'm turning this into a series. This is so much more than just one post. I'll link the second part here when it's done!

Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

[period-dramallama]

Becoming Elizabeth review: episode 1

TLDR: I have my criticisms but honestly?? i love

+ Henry’s coffin is opened and the subtitle ‘King Henry VIII is dead’ comes up. Really?? He’s dead?? I thought we were opening the coffin of a different obese dead guy???

+ Henry’s a mummy we don’t even see his face or his funeral. Power move from Anya Reiss right there, given what she’s said about the mid Tudor crisis being more interesting than Henry and the wives.

+ The subtitles are electric blue?? I guess they need to stand out against the different colours but electric blue??

+ The black work! On the sleeves! *cries with joy*

+ Mary and Edward are introduced with their names and religion but Elizabeth’s religion isn’t named....guys she’s not an atheist...

+ I was excited for the opening credits because I had no idea what designs they’d go for but I love them!

+ I can forgive Kat calling Elizabeth princess- because in her eyes perhaps her little Elizabeth IS a princess and always has been- but the show keeps calling her princess until the end of the ep when she’s Lady Elizabeth. PICK ONE.

+ Edward Seymour is so RUDE

+ Elizabeth is surprised no one is grieving her dad, i find that a stretch

+ Does Kat really think Katherine is grieving Henry?? Does she?? 

+ “the queen will be grieving” cut to Katherine banging Seymour. COMEDY.

+ I don’t want to KNOW how seymour stans reacted to the ass shot.

+ Tommy S asking Katherine questions about how she and Henry had sex... DESGOSTANG MAN.

+ Tommy S not even getting dressed before going up to servants and demanding “drink”. No clothes, no please, no thank you.

+ I would just like to take a moment to stress how rude that is of Tommy S: nudity was a big deal to the Tudors. 

+ “washerwomen run households at your age not princesses” NO THEY DIDN’T! lowborn girls of 13 would be in other people’s households as servants! They wouldn’t have the MONEY to run a household!

+ Why is it a surprise to Elizabeth that Katherine takes her in?? It would be the obvious and predictable thing?? Because Katherine is her mother?? Has been her mother for over 3 years??

+ “I can be your mother” YOU HAVE BEEN HER MOTHER. YOU’RE ALREADY CLOSE.

+ “your father and my husband” oof that line is clunky 

+ Tommy S sent out of the council chamber... comedy gold. SIT ON THE NAUGHTY STEP WITH HENRY GREY TOMMY

+ The tapestries! The wood panelling! I had to pause it was so beautiful! What did i do?? to deserve these visuals?? i am blessed

+ “what lesson am I?” in the business we call this FORESHADOWING

+ Edward might be my favourite character in this. “She’s FIVE and she’s SCOTTISH”

+ “i am the fucking king!” Missed opportunity here: Somerset should have said “who told you that word?!”

+ Elizabeth having few memories of Henry VIII... a nice touch.

+ I think it’s good to emphasise her fatherlessness because it shows how Seymour can abuse her easily: she doesn’t know what appropriate ‘fatherly behaviour’ looks like.

+ Tommy S talking about history and kings and memories... Worst Person You Know Made A Good Point.

+ the New Years gift is mentioned! but not Elizabeth’s language skills. C’mon Anya, don’t let Elizabeth’s nerdery just be window dressing.

+ “never stopped that family before...” PLEASE give us more sassy priest. Make him Cranmer. PLEASE ANYA.

+ Okay, so I have a bone to pick with the depiction of warfare: where are the guns? The arquebusiers? The hats? Why is it so medieval? Where are the formations?? Why is everyone fighting in single combat? Single combat is THE most dangerous way for a soldier to fight. THAT IS WHY THEY GOT INTO FORMATIONS!

+ Edward the new Josiah *chef’s kiss* the historical details i live for.

[sunnyville36]

Mamihlapinatapai {part 2}

Thank you all so sooo much for the kind feedback on part 1! Part 2 is coming at you now! 💜

Need to catch up? {overview} {part 1}

Pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader

Themes: royal au, medieval au, court intrigue, arranged marriage, original characters, mutual pining, slow burn

Warnings: injuries, mentions of death/war/murder, emotionally abusive parents

Rating: Mature

Word count: 4.5k

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Mamihlapinatapai - (noun, Yagán origin) a silent acknowledgement and understanding between two people, who are both wishing or thinking the same thing (and are both unwilling to initiate)

A Summer’s Ball  |  Kingdom of Gu, present day

The next few days were just as tumultuous as the first, Chan and Korenna slowly progressing from treating each other with complete silence, to short-lived bickering, to finally being able to hold a civil conversation for at least a few minutes.  You escorted them to more ceremony preparation meetings, then to councils with the foreign affairs ministers, the historians, the priests, each one stressing how this union would be a stepping stone in your two kingdoms’ relations and they should think of it as a huge honor.  You couldn’t help but feel sorry for the both of them, being reminded over and over how their lives were simply a means to an end, to be controlled at the whim of their fathers’ aspirations.

A turning point finally came when the three of you visited the city surrounding the palace grounds, the prince refusing to miss his weekly visit to the village market.  Chan loved to interact with his people, to support their businesses, to hear their grievances, to show he cared.  You followed behind the two of them as you walked through the plaza lined with stalls, Chan waving to each of the merchants, Korenna watching him with a mix of reservation and admiration.

“Your people seem to be thriving.  I wish I could say the same about our villages.”

You eyed Chan, knew he was forcing himself to hold back a biting remark, likely about how if Lajor’s people were currently suffering, it was the monarchy’s fault.  He finally came up with a question, trying his best to keep the conversation going.

“Have you brought up your concerns to your father?”

“I’ve tried, but he doesn’t want to listen to anything I have to say.  All he cares about is what he thinks is right, no matter who suffers for it.”

Chan nodded solemnly, “I can understand that.”

Korenna gave him a somber look and appeared to have something more she wanted to say, but was promptly dragged off by a small child wanting to show her his father’s bakery stall.

You nudged Chan’s arm.  “See, she’s not so bad, Your Highness.  If you give her a chance.”

He started in the direction of the princess, turning to walk backwards and smile at you with his arms out in a lighthearted shrug, “If you say so.”

***

That evening the king was hosting a ball, to celebrate the engagement of the prince.  You’d helped Chan dress, his midnight blue velvet ensemble and dark hair set off against the silver crown he wore making him look more like a deity of the moon than an earthly prince.  Then you had gone to assist Korenna.  You couldn’t deny how beautiful she looked as you watched her from across the room, her champagne colored gown and perfectly curled blonde hair standing out against the relatively muted colors worn by the other attendees.  She was standing away from Chan, talking amongst a group of noblemen’s wives and other high powered ladies, but her eyes never strayed far from his back as he talked with Minho and some other knights around a wooden table in the corner.

“You look quite stunning tonight, Y/n.  Purple is definitely your color,” came a deep voice on your left, and you turned to see Prince Felix approaching you, his small frame clothed in a breathtaking deep red suit.  The younger brother of Prince Minho, Felix had the sunniest personality of anyone you’d ever met, quite contrasting to his voice but in perfect harmony with the bright smile he flashed as he reached your side.  It had been several months since you’d last seen him, his studies as apprentice to your kingdom’s Chief Healer taking him to the academy in the highlands far away from the city.

“Prince Felix!” you exclaimed, arms reaching to pull him into a quick hug.  “I could say the same for you; that red suits you perfectly, Your Grace.”

Felix laughed, releasing you from his hold.  You and he had been close friends since childhood, ever since, at the age of 5, he’d stepped on the hem of your skirt and you’d pushed him into a mud puddle, causing guards to rush over and attempt to have you arrested.  His mother and the queen had stepped in, calming the guards as you remorsefully reached out your hand to help him up only to be pulled down into the mud next to him, the both of you dissolving into fits of laughter.

“I’ve missed the city.  And it seems the city has missed me for all the excitement it’s spun up in my absence.”  His eyes followed your gaze to where Korenna had made her way over to Chan, and watched as she led him out to the quiet balcony overlooking the gardens.  “How are you taking all of this?”

“I’m fine, Your Grace.  What reason would I have not to celebrate such a momentous occasion?”

Felix fixed you with a knowing look, but dropped the subject, content to stand with you at the edge of the dance floor.

“Y/n, I thought I told you not to let Christopher and the princess out of your sight,” came King Bang’s voice from behind you.  “The last thing we need is for them to get into one of their verbal sparring matches with the whole court present.”

You turned, lowering your head to the king.  “Of course, Your Majesty.”

You left Felix next to the king, his expression turned to one of distaste at his new company, and walked quietly out onto the balcony where the couple was talking.

They were standing closer together than you had ever seen them, leaning forward against the railing’s edge.  They seemed to be deep in conversation, Korenna actually reaching her hand up to place it on Chan’s back.  It didn’t feel right watching them without their knowledge, so you cleared your throat loudly, causing both their heads to snap up.  Chan looked slightly embarrassed, his head tilting forward, but Korenna’s expression was almost unreadable.  She stood staring at you for a few  seconds, then pursed her lips, nodded her head to Chan, and walked back into the main ballroom as you approached him.

“I apologize, Your Highness, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Trust me, Y/n, you didn’t,” came Chan’s tired reply.  You wanted to know if she had upset him, to know how you could comfort him.

“What were you discussing?”

A soft song started to make its way out from the half-open door.  Chan looked up at you, completely ignoring your question.

“Dance with me?”

Several seconds went by in silence.  He reached out his hand, eyes imploring you to say something, to say yes.

This was dangerous.  You couldn’t think of a worse position to be caught in, dancing with a betrothed man far above your stature.  But you also couldn’t think of a way to say no to him.

You took his hand and he pulled you flush against him immediately.  You tried to resist the urge to place your head on his chest, but the feeling of being in his arms was too much, made you feel so safe.  So you laid your cheek there and felt a low hum come up through his chest.  It was quiet for a while, the two of you simply swaying back and forth, not doing any particular dance.  You felt his head rise from where it had been resting on top of your head.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but you look gorgeous tonight Y/n.”

“You told me that earlier, Your Highness.”

“I know.  I wanted to tell you again.”

Then he placed his head back down and you continued to spin in slow circles until the song ended.  He brought your movements to a stop, taking your hand and kissing the top of it as he leaned forward in an exaggerated bow, “Thank you for the dance, my lady.”

You looked at him with a small smile.  “You’re welcome, Your Highness.”

He returned your smile, turned, and walked back towards the party.  You felt your chest tighten, feeling a little too much like your dance had been his way of saying goodbye.

Thinly Veiled Threats  |  Kingdom of Gu, 6 years ago

“Watch out!”

You turned towards the direction of the voice just in time to see Chan break through the wooden fence in front of you, thrown off his horse by the force of the lance he just took to the chest.

The prince had just turned seventeen, which made him eligible to compete in the annual Four Kingdom Competition, where knights, lords, and even royalty from the continent’s four greatest kingdoms met to determine who among them would be crowned victor in a series of strength tests.  His father had of course insisted he enter on his first eligible year, which had led to the activity you were currently engaged in, training a boy who was used to classrooms, libraries, and diplomacy lessons the intricacies of hand to hand combat.  The tasks ranged from archery to sword fighting, wrestling to jousting, and while Chan knew his way around a broadsword and shield, it was clear that the latter of those was not going to be Chan’s strong suit.

You walked calmly towards where he sat on the ground, knowing he would only be more embarrassed by any attempts to rush to his aide.  He was sitting up, so you could tell he wasn’t badly injured, but his right hand still stretched across his abdomen to clutch at his left side.  He’d been hit there at least three times now, and if you had to guess, what was once a bad bruise was more likely a patch of broken skin at this point.

Voices floated around you as you pushed your way through the small crowd that had gathered around him, many asking the prince if he was alright or giving unsolicited advice on how to avoid the outcome he seemed to be cursed with.  You picked up on the voice of a squire, one who served the boy who had knocked Chan down most recently, as he nudged the side of the older boy’s arm.

“You could have gone a little easier on him, you know.  His mother just died.”

Great.  Just what you needed; a physically and emotionally wounded Chan.

“Alright, give him some room everyone.  His Highness is fine; go back to your own practicing.”  You shooed away the stragglers and knelt so Chan could wrap his free arm around your neck, hoisting him up and slowly making your way to the infirmary tent.  Leaning him against the side of a cot, you reached for the clean cloth and distilled vodka; this was going to hurt like a bitch, but Chan could take it.

“You’re pulling back too much and too early, it leaves your side vulnerable,” you said, carefully easing off his ripped tunic so you could tend to his wound.

He stayed silent for a few moments, fingers gripping harshly against your shoulder as you cleaned the cut and wrapped a bandage around his midsection.

“I��,” he trailed off, seeming to struggle to find the words he was looking for.  “I’m a coward.  I’m a failure and a coward and everyone knew it except me, until just now.”

His words knocked the wind out of you.  You knew he was ashamed (entirely unnecessarily) when he couldn’t hold back the tears at his mother’s funeral while his father maintained his perfectly stoic expression (that heartless bastard), knew he was self-conscious about his fighting abilities, but you’d never heard him express that insecurity so directly before.

“Your Highness,” you spoke softly but forcefully, hands cupping his face to make him look you in the eye, “you are one of the bravest men I know.  You have one of the hardest burdens a person can bear on your shoulders, have had it since you were born, and you carry it with grace and dignity and compassion.  You inspire me and countless others every day with your strength and generosity.  You are not a coward.”

He looked back at you, and suddenly you felt yourself being engulfed in his embrace, his legs parting to pull you close to him.  He wrapped his arms tightly around your chest, his head pressing into the crook of your neck.  Slowly you brought your hands up and began to rub small circles on his bare back.  This was the most emotion he’d shown since that night you stood beside his mother’s bed, watching as he held her hand and whispered all the things he wanted to tell her one last time.  You were a little overwhelmed, but mostly happy, happy that maybe he was feeling again.  Eventually you heard his quiet voice next to your ear, “Thank you, Y/n.”

Then he released you from his hold, donned his shirt, and walked back to the jousting pitch.  You watched him go, until a deliberate cough came from behind you, shattering your reverie.

“I suppose he’s lucky to have you.”  The words spilled from the king’s mouth, his signature gravelly voice seeming to chase all other sound from the tent.

“My apologies, Your Majesty, I hadn’t noticed you were here,” you spoke, bending into a curtsey.

“It seems it is quite easy for the two of you not to notice others when you think you are alone.”

You blinked, unsure of where the king was going with his remarks.  He sidled up to you, close enough you could hear him at a whisper.

“I may have owed your family a debt, but that has been repaid ten-fold.  I know my son, know he would never be led astray of his responsibilities unless you gave credence to those thoughts in his head, fed his intimate physical desires.  So do not delude yourself into thinking you can take him from me, little servant girl.  And if he ever does come to me, asking me to set aside our laws, our traditions, so he can marry you, I’ll know what you have done, and you will never see the light of day again.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Satisfied with your response, he left you there, his words staining your mind like the bloody cloth you clutched in your hands.

The Hunt  |  Kingdom of Gu, present day

How he managed to get his father to agree to this you had no idea.  But Chan always was very convincing when he needed to be.

You were preparing for a day’s long hunt.  In all honesty it was an excellent idea; it would give Chan space to be himself after having been shut inside the palace for two weeks, preparing for his impending nuptials.  Normally this was one of your favorite activities to do with Chan and the knights; getting to ride, to spend time in the woods, maybe use your bow.  But the one condition of the king’s agreement had been that Korenna was going too.

She’d been different with you, with everyone really, since that night on the balcony, avoiding attempts to make small talk and speaking harshly when she made requests.  You didn’t want your relationship with her to turn sour, seeing as you’d soon be serving her for the rest of her life (and yours), so you held your tongue and pressed on with your duties.

Chan’s black courser and your chestnut palfrey were saddled, and you were in the midst of preparing a well-tempered white mare for the princess.

“Good morning, Y/n.”

You looked up, seeing the dark head of hair and upside down smirk belonging to Prince Minho smiling down at you as he leaned over your kneeling frame.  “Good morning, Your Grace.”

You were not as close to Minho as you were to Felix, but you had always gotten along well, your similar sense of humor and affinity for archery solidifying your friendship.

He offered his hand to pull you up, which you accepted.  “I’m glad you will be joining us on this outing, Y/n.  I’m not sure I could handle Chan and Korenna on my own, even with 5 other knights to accompany me.”

You hummed in agreement, finishing attaching the bridle around the mare’s head.  “I’m not sure you could either, Your Grace.”

Minho let out his signature high pitched laugh as the rest of your party approached, and the two of you maneuvered to the front of the pack as you set off towards the nearby woods.  You all rode in silence for a while, riding not typically being an activity that required much talking, until you heard Korenna speak from her position next to Chan in the middle of your group.

“So, who is the best at the strength tasks of the Four Kingdom Competition?”

A strange question to ask so out of the blue, but you supposed it was somewhat relevant to the situation at hand.

“His Highness is an excellent swordsman,” you replied, looking back slightly in their direction.

“Sir Jeongin has given us all a run for our money in the wrestling ring,” you heard a voice from the back say.  He must be one of the other knights in your party.

Chan replied next, “Minho is a skilled horseman, beats me in the joust nearly every time.”

Minho’s eyebrows rose up at that, smirking as he rounded out the answers, “And Y/n here is an expert marksman.  She’s the best I’ve ever seen with a bow.”

You thanked him mentally, hoping he could read it in the look on your face.  You weren’t about to boast about your own talents to the princess, but it was nice to know that she was now aware you weren’t just some lovesick girl who followed the prince around, that you actually took your responsibilities seriously.

“Really?  And who taught you about archery, Y/n?”  You thought you heard a touch of menace in her normally high pitched voice, but brushed it off.

“I’ve had many teachers, Your Grace, but the first was my father.”

“How very… non-traditional.  Where is your father now?  I’d love to meet him.”

You saw Chan and Minho tense in their saddles, well aware of what your answer would be.

“He died, Your Grace.”

“Oh,” said Korenna, her voice noticeably softer now, “I apologize for bringing up a sore subject.”

“It’s alright, Your Grace,” you replied.  “It was a long time ago.  You couldn’t have known.”

An uncomfortable silence fell on the group then, but luckily your first planned stop was not far ahead.  A small grove of trees surrounding a clearing was where you usually began the hunt, splitting off in different directions and meeting back there before sundown.  But because you had the princess with you today, it was a more laid back affair, and you’d planned to have a picnic of sorts before you continued in earnest.

Everyone set about unpacking the sacks that carried your meal for the day.  You uncorked your canteen, taking a sip before heaving an exasperated sigh.

You’d forgotten to bring extra water for the horses.

You called over to Chan, where he stood spreading out a blanket for Korenna to sit on.

“Your Highness, I’m going to the creek to get water for the horses.”

Chan looked up and you could see the smile on his face from where you stood across the grove.  “I’ll go with you!” he said happily, only to have his arm tugged back by the princess next to him.

“You are not a servant, Chan.  I’m sure Y/n can go by herself.”

Your loud conversation had caught the attention of the rest of the group, who were all looking over at you in interest.  You were surprised by her bluntness, but she did have a point.  “Her Grace is right, I don’t need you to accompany me, Your Highness.  I simply wanted to tell you where I was going.”

Chan gave a side glare at Korenna, but agreed.  “Fine, but you shouldn’t go alone.  Sir Jeongin - “

A tall boy, clad in the red, black, and gold uniform of your knights, walked over to the prince.   He was no more than eighteen, must have only just taken his oath.  You remembered his name from the earlier conversation about the strength tests, impressed he was making a name for himself so early.

“ - please accompany Y/n to the stream to fetch water for the horses.”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

So the two of you set off, leaving the rest to their meals.  You didn’t really need a knight for protection, but your heart warmed at the gesture of Chan not wanting you to go alone.  You arrived at the bank of the creek and began filling some extra pouches you had brought with water.

“It’s so much quieter here,” Jeongin commented absentmindedly.

Despite the sound of the water running, you agreed it did seem calmer here than in the grove you came from.  As you knelt by the edge of the stream, you noticed large patches of grass surrounding some nearby trees had been pressed down.  Curious, you walked over to the area, observing the singed ground and muddy boot prints on the rocks, telltale signs of human presence.  You hadn’t run into anyone else on your walk over, but maybe there were some others out riding today.  Raising your head, you called to your companion, “Sir Jeongin!  Were there any other hunting parties out today?”

“Not that I know of, Miss,” Jeongin replied, his expression revealing he was rather confused by your question.

You looked around again, and that was when you noticed the torn piece of blue fabric latched to a jagged branch on a nearby tree.  Your blood ran cold and you grabbed Jeongin’s arm, breaking into a run.

“We need to get back to them.  Now.”

You’d made it about half way back to the grove when you heard a scream, you and Jeongin sprinting to reach the clearing.  But when you arrived, the scene was entirely not what you expected.

Your mind had immediately gone to the Lajorans when you spotted that piece of cloth on the tree.  But here you stood, watching men clad in your own colors raise their swords to clash with the group of knights who’d accompanied you and the royals.  Your eyes frantically searched among the chaos, looking for Chan, but before you could spot him you noticed Korenna, hiding alone behind a large rock at the edge of the treeline.  You pulled Jeongin back behind a tree, gesturing in her direction.

“Do you see the princess over there?  You’re going to grab her, get on a horse, and ride back to the palace now.”

Jeongin was looking at you with wide, scared eyes; his mouth was open, not making a sound.

You shook his shoulder.  “Sir Jeongin, do you understand me?  Do not look back at us, just take the princess and get her to safety.  I need you to do this.”

Your words seemed to finally reach him, and he set his mouth in a straight line.  “Yes, I can do that.”

“Good.  Go.  And don’t look back.”

He left your spot behind the tree and you turned back to the action in the grove, still trying to find the prince.  Finally your eyes landed on two men standing back to back, swords flying as they blocked the attack of about 6 different men.

Chan and Minho.

You started towards them, reaching for your own sword, when you spotted someone perched in a tree right outside the circle of men.  The attackers started to pull back from around the two princes, and you could see exactly who the archer had in his line of sight.

You screamed his name, sprinting to cross the clearing and threw your body in front of him, arms outstretched.

You felt a sharp pain in your left shoulder as you fell against Chan’s chest, his arms coming up to catch you.

“Y/n!  Y/n!”

Trumpets were blaring from the direction of the castle as Minho dragged Chan back, still desperately clutching you in his arms.  The attackers were dispersing and you heard the sound of a voice saying “Chris”; it took a moment for you to realize it was your own.

“I’m here, Y/n, I’m here.  Just hold on please.  You’re going to be okay, just please hold on.”

The last thing you saw were his eyes as your vision went black.

Of Flower Buds and Roots  |  Kingdom of Gu, 16 years ago

“Mother, when will they be here?”

You were standing in the open-air courtyard at the front of the palace, your mother’s hands on your shoulders.  The two of you had moved to the palace a few years ago, when your mother had gotten a job as a servant there after the war ended.  Today, you were told, would be the day you were to start your position there, as personal attendant to the young crown prince.

“I’m sure soon darling.  Remember we never rush royalty.”

As you waited, your eye was caught by a small boy standing with a large scary looking man.  He looked to be about your age and was holding a tiny bouquet of wildflowers in his hand.  The man seemed to be trying to take them away, but the boy clutched them to his chest.  A woman who you thought you’d seen before approached them, glaring at the man, who backed away from the boy as she took his hand.  Then, they started walking towards you.

Your mother tightened her grip on your shoulders, bending into a curtsey and pushing you down with her.  “It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty.”

“The pleasure is ours,” came the queen’s pleasant voice.  She knelt down between you and the boy.

“You must be Y/n.  This is my son Christopher, the prince.  You will serve as his attendant.”

You stared at the boy, his eyes even with yours, hair mussed and shirt covered in dirt.

“He doesn’t look like a prince.  He looks like me”

“Y/n!” your mother gasped, the queen chuckling slightly and calming your mother with a hand on her arm.

“You’re right, he might not look like one yet.  But it’s going to be your job to help him become one.  Do you think you can do that?”

You pondered her question and finally said, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

She smiled and stepped aside, placing her hands on Chan’s back and pushing him forward.

“Hi Y/n!” the boy said excitedly.  “My name’s Chris.  Or Chan.  Either’s fine!  I brought you these flowers!  I thought they might look pretty in your hair.”

He extended his tiny fist holding the flowers and you took one from the bunch, pulling back your hair and putting the flower behind your ear.

Chan’s face immediately lit up in the brightest smile you’d ever seen, his eyes crinkling cutely.  “I was right!”

From that moment on, you decided there was nothing you wouldn’t do to see that smile on his face.

{part 3}

[eeterlik-naine]

Other really shitty things, Marilyn Manson has done that no one really talks about.

Rose McGowan who was known for her black hair, dyed her hair red. After, her breakup with Manson. She stated she didn't want to be his "type" anymore. Abusive men will make you want a fresh beginning once their out of your life. Even sometimes remaking your beauty "mark".

The mysterious and infamous "groupie" film. That it's entirety was supposed to be on the "gods guns and government" tour, VHS. That was so upsetting to people who saw it, they said if he put the whole incident on the VHS, he would have gotten arrested for assault. He made statements that the "groupie" was an actress. But, from what people who saw the video, stated she seemed like a young teenage girl. (The girl in the video hasn't come forward)

Young female fans, have always slept with their favorite musicians. But, MM and his band members as well, were all going above and beyond sleeping with groupies. They were verbally assaulting, physically and sexually assaulting young women who looked up to this band. They abused and bullied their own fans. Which is really horrific, when you think of how this band represented the outsiders that saw them as an outlet away from bullies and feeling different.

On that same VHS, there's a quick scene of a girl having sex with one of the band members, he than (doesn't just slap) But, hits her ass so hard, you see her stand up in shock and he than autographs her bruises that he caused. Even though probably consensual. There's clearly a power dynamic between a musician and a fan, and his excitement to hurt a woman who let her guard down for him. Because, she looked up to him in some way.

Manson denouncing Christianity, on the surface is freedom of expression, but his statements and actions are similar to that of a cult leader. Cult leaders will openly, say their religion is right and the one you were raised in, is less important. He's charismatic, unique, gives his followers a false feeling of safety and mainly separates parent and child bonds. Cult leaders will seek out young people, especially young women because it feeds their ego. There's alot of artists that represent people who feel different like Lady Gaga, that don't emphasize they should be the most important thing in their fans life.

Compared his fans cutting themselves and cutting his name into them, with medieval Christians whipping their own backs to punish themselves for God. This is CLEAR grandious narcissism.

In a dated interview for "midnight blue" (you can easily find it on youtube) where a young Manson talks about how a 14 year old fan, stayed with them "fucked the whole band" and than he mocked the girl's father for crying and pleading for her return. Manson had to be about 25 here.

In his autobiography he BRAGS about how he would triangulate women against each other. Having girlfriends physically assault the other, just for his ego.

(S)aint and Slutgarden are on the same album and are almost like revenge songs against ex-girlfriends, stating he's fully aware of his abuse and selfishness.

The videos for (S)aint and Heart Shaped Glasses, were to solely upset his ex-wife, Dita Von Teese. She said she was upset when she saw the videos because he made sure that he showed her he was having sex with other women in her bed.

After he love bombed Dita Von Teese, and played the part as the man of her dreams, their relationship lasted seven years and their marriage only lasted one year. Abusive men will show their true colors once they get you in a situation that might be more difficult to get out of, like a marriage.

He fetishes his girlfriends and wives. Where they HAVE to be 1940 pinup girls. His ex girlfriend stated she had to wear heels and lingerie at all times. They had to have pale skin, red lipstick and black or red hair. In his autobiography he states how obsessed he was with women looking like Bettie Page. While we all have our types, this goes beyond this. Partners should never have special dress codes for their other half. It becomes de-humanizing and made the women in his life, accessories for red carpets appearences.

(Edited) His "apology" or statement he made after these incidents came to light is "These recent claims about me are horrible distortions of reality." BITCH. That's gaslighting. This man is so natural at gaslighting, that he's gaslighting his ex's and the public in one statement.

(Feel free to add on more points)

[deafchild2000]

H2O Headcanon #23:

Gracie Made All Of Annette's Dresses

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So, I had been thinking about this for a while and I was like: Why not have Gracie learn sewing? Considering she's lived through the 60s, 70s, 80s, and early 90s, it wouldn't be ridiculous thing to pick up maybe a lesser known talent. So, I got to thinking of narratives:

Gracie is a mostly forward person, but even as she grew up, she had a divided taste in fashion, especially in the 80s. On one hand, she loved the vibrant neon colors and fabric that came with the new decade, but sometimes the mother in her turned her head from the more newer designs. Gracie guessed the girl from the 50s inside her preferred more classic and somewhat conservative looks to what else was being worn nowadays [80s]. Just don't get her started on two-piece bikinis! (It was one thing having the top part as a mermaid, where there was nothing to show from the waist below, but the bottom part was something she still needed getting used to.)

But that didn't mean she didn't enjoy new ideas! Working in a restaurant as a manager paid the bills but she enjoyed working on her artwork most of all (tied with spending time with her daughter, Annette.)

However, she wasn't blind. Her daughter was entering her teen years and for the curly, blonde hair she inherited from her father, Annette - to the dimples, high cheekbones, and rose cheeks - got all the beauty from Gracie, which made both of them head-turners, unfortunately.

However, unlike her mother's reservations, Annette was immersed in the 80s trends of big hair, scrunchies, leg warmers, fingerless gloves, leotards , oversized shirts, plastic bangles, large funky earrings in neon shades, mesh accents, fanny packs and pearl necklaces (probably the only thing in regards to accessory Gracie appreciated!)

Gracie HATED it all! The 80s was very materialistic and all about flaunting wealth and who payed the price for all these fancy and designer clothes!? Where did the pearls come from? How much labor went into sewing a shopping out clothes to stores? What about the work laborers and the excessive need to mass-produce at fast rates? What happened to quality over quantity!?

(Annette got these lectures every time she asked for something out of a catalog and just beared with it.)

In some ways, it was lucky enough that Gracie preferred handcrafted quality items, with the occasional vintage jewelry found in second-rate stores and market stalls. She enjoyed the classics, but there was something divine in wearing something handmade. Back when her husband was alive and she lived on the military base with him, she had told this to a friend and fellow army wife one day, who reckoned her an "Old Soul" and suggested she take up sewing if she disliked name-brand clothes so much. At the time, she never considered it, but it wasn't a foreign concept. She grew up in a well-to-do family and her mother always made her dresses for special occasions. From her evening gowns to her school formal, perhaps there was something to it that she could do for her future child. Alas, it wasn't easy, but she had her mother and local wives to help with her exciting projects! Even once she left, she never really stopped making dresses.

If anything, she found it challenging to make dresses to prove to Annette that homemade was better than store brand! And especially bring the 50s to the 80s!

The Debutante Dress (Age 16- 1981)

Ah, the debutante ball. A girl's coming out to society and the elegance of being accepted as a lady - and there was just something about that flowing white, silk dress that Gracie just loved! When she had the first opportunity to be a part of one, it was for charity and her mother convinced her. To be frank, the etiquette lessons were a bore and the only real excitement was the dance lessons. Looking back, those lessons did pay off whenever she had to attend functions with her husband. She and Julia had been selected and their escorts had been Max and Karl (perhaps that was the only reason Julia took fancy to the entire event.) It had been held at the Cloudland Ballroom and been an invigorating event! She danced all night in the gown her mother made for her and she felt like the wind gliding through the air.

So perhaps it was destined that the very ballroom (unaware of its drastic fate) would be danced upon by Gracie's daughter, the very floor where she once danced with her first love and later met and fell in love with her future husband! Annette however wasn't taking being a debutante so well and fought every minute of it. It took time to get her stubborn daughter to get used to the idea and perhaps her hand-sewn dress also helped:

(The pearls were once Gracie's...and she realized she had turned into her mother!)

Halloween Costume

This one caused a fight between mother and daughter. See, while Annette wasn't going all-out Disney, she requested a princess dress that would make her stand out. And Gracie did just that, only it mirrored something more traditional with a red cloak when what Annette wanted was something more glamorous. The fight wasn't bad (compared to the ones they'd have in the future) but it did leave Gracie a bit heartbroken and the girls in separate rooms. Eventually, Annette came around and apologized, saying she'll still wear it. (Which she wouldn't regret seeing as a lot of people enjoyed a more realistic take of medieval fantasies!)

First Date

Annette had her first date! Gracie knew that he was taking her out on a beach date (Sugtons Beach) and wanted to express just that. Turns out her date was the one who was commented Annette on her Halloween costume! Annette had nothing to wear and consulted with Gracie again, this time asking if she owned anything and could modernize it. Well...Gracie did have something, but though she herself thought it could have been done better, Annette loved it! [10 points to whoever recognizes such a design from H2O!]

Year 11 Formal (age 17 - 1982)

The formal was the first dance Annette had gone without a date and was just going with her girlfriends. She turned out to like her mother's sewing skills and told her she didn't want anything too fancy to go in. However, she begged her to make it something 80s-like! But alas, Gracie could only grant that request so much before she had her artbook in one hand and needle & thread in another! [With a reference to a dress Tiffany Lamb (Annette) to rein the 80s!)

Wedding Guest

Annette and Gracie had been invited to a wedding! Well, it was more of a vow renewal, as the couple were old friends of parents back when they lived on the base and had a bit of a nostalgic touch! Considering Gracie was a bit of the same way, she found an old dress she owned when she was 16 and spruced it up a bit for Annette.

Dance Party Dress

After so much time and begging, this would be the ONLY dress Annette got from her that even resembled the 80s glitz and glam they once fought over. To be fair, the glitz existed in the 60s but she wasn't a fan of them. However, Annette was over the moon once she saw this:

Yearbook Photos

Annette may have been getting only a headshot for her school yearbook photos, but Gracie wanted to make memories. With the help of a friend, she and Annette took pictures all over Brisbane to add to the photo album. And once again that pesky beauty the mother and daughter shared cropped up when someone thought it was a genuine photo shoot and tried to recruit Annette into modeling! Gracie herself was a model in her teens and while she can say she had a good experience, there was a reason she never joined the industry full time! Luckily for her, Annette was more into becoming an inspiring chef than photos.

Year 12 Formal (age 18 - 1983)

At this point, Gracie had decided to take her daughter's advice and try to at least incorporate modern 80s with the classic 50s, and at the right time. Unlike the last formal, this time, Annette had a date, Gracie decided to do something to reflect the occasion. It also hit her how much she changed herself at 17 (most, she would never bring herself to tell Annette) and found herself designing a dress that brought back an old memory.

Gracie's 50th Birthday (age 25 - 1990)

There must have been a hint of irony in the world as for as Gracie knew. For weeks, her daughter had been quite secretive and she couldn't guess why. And when she questioned her son-in-law, he had the nerve to be cheeky and not confide in her daughter's secrets (but then again, that's how she knew he was the one for Annette!). However, during that time, she had asked once more for a dress. At the time, it had been year's and the last thing she made was the veil and reception dress for her daughter's wedding (the wedding dress she wore ended up being the one from the Debutante ball.) However, that night of her 50th birthday, Annette presented her a gift: A seafoam blue dress with pearls that she recognized as being something out of the 80s (irony Is that she liked the dresses when the 90s hit!) Annette has made it - with help, as she didn't inherit the skill from her mother and grandmother. She, Annette, and her son-in-law went out to what she thought was some fancy dinner...when it was revealed to be a small dance hall with the theme: Cloudland. Everyone they knew from friends (old and new) to coworkers, and even strangers she befriended who kept in touch, attended the party. She did raise an eyebrow at Annette being fit for the 50s while she was in the 80s...at least until an old song started playing and Annette asked her to dance...dance to the very song she fell in love with her father to. And then, she told her the most surprising news: She was to be a grandmother.

[all-might-can-smash-me]

Shadow Man

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead x reader

Summary: I have no idea, this one shot just shot out from my fingers. This is kind of in a fantasy/medieval setting

Masterlist

There were whispers that a dark shadow prowled the nights of the village you humbly lived in. Frightened mothers huddle together under the safety of the sun as they clutched onto their children’s hands as they gossiped about their ‘eye with ness’ accounts. The shadow jumped from roof top to roof top, lurked in the alleyways, peered through windows and was desperate to prey upon the towns beautiful women and vulnerable children. You tried not to indulge in the gossip...but those stories sent a chill through your bone as you would pass along the cobblestone streets, trying to buy the few necessities from the vendors that line the street, pulling your bonnet low in order to not get sucked into their gossip circles.

“Young lady, that goes for you! You need to be careful!” One of the women scolded you as you handed off the money for the loafs of breadbyiu had just purchased, only offering them a small chuckle and a smile.

“If such shadow creature comes up to me, I’ll show them the door with these” you said as you raised your first, some of the women laughing at your little display, others only continuing to tell you that the dangers were real and that it was no matter to be laughed about. It was the villages vulnerable group of ‘women and children’ that were at stake.

Though as you now tried to hurry and do your laundry at the river as the sun crawled downwards, you felt your nervous shakes within your bones as the women’s stories echoed within the confines of your brain. You couldn’t my help but let your eyes glance around you as you hurriedly run out the wet clothes, tossing them into the basic to hurriedly be on your way to your home. Though the sun was already down by the time you got to your clothes like that sat besides your quaint little home, cursing yourself as you had begun to hang the damp clothes.

“Oh damn you....you should have done this way earlier and not be fooled by those women’s tales...” you muttered to yourself as you hummed along to a soft tune within your head, the clothes being pinned neatly to the thin clothes line....but then you paused. There, in the corner of your eye, you saw a shape of a man. You quickly whipped your head to look.

Nothing.....

“Look....now you’re tricking yourself, you stupid girl....” you said with a laugh, head now moving back to the clothes to only yelp and begin to take a few hurried steps back, feet snagging on the bottom of your dress, sending your down to the grass below.

“You shouldn’t be out late, for the shadow man could eat you up and make you one of his many victims.” The dark figure of the man before you spoke out, hands pushing aside the clothing and bed sheets that hung from the line to step before you. Though you only sighed in relief to see just a simple man before you. He may of had a untamed mess of messy raven hair, tired eyes, a scar, and stubble that needed tidying, but he was just a man.

“Damn that shadow man and those wives tales!” You gasped up to him, a bewildered look upon your face as you began to stand up, smacking away his hand angrily that he had offered to you to stand up. “Sneaking up on a lady like that is criminal! I could have died from fright!” You scolded him with a wag of your finger, hands beginning to roughly hang your laundry again. Though he only stood there, watching you as you did you simple, domestic task. “And what are you even doing at this hour at night sneaking up on a lady who is just trying to get her last chores done!” You soon said, looking over your shoulder and at him, which he was only squinting down to the shadows of your garden that sat, already perspiring their nightly dew.

“Oh...I am a watchman of sorts...” he began to explain with a shrug of his shoulders, now squatting down to let his fingers gently brush over the sprouting leaves of the cabbages, carrots, and other vegetables you had thriving within the humble garden. You also had a few chickens in a coup, but they were resting and snoozing away, waiting for the first rays of morning to awaken them. “I prowl the village at night, make sure no ones ‘perfect’ children decided to wreak havoc on the poor elders of the village to give them a fright or to through rocks at the poor baker’s window or to jump roof top to roof top...” he explained as he looked over to you which you only nodded your head as you gathered the empty basket, hand reaching up to brush a free fly away hairs from your face.

“Well, come inside, I’ll fix you a cup of tea and something to eat to send you on your way for the rest of your nightly work.” You said, head held high as you marched up the janky steps to your little home, he only following behind you into your humble home, watching you light a few oil lamps within your kitchen, taking it upon himself to sit down at the table. Thanks to the light, you could now see him better. That scar that rested under his eye, that stubble, the black tunic that hung loosely from his manly frame, his trousers, the worn leather of his gritty boots, and the small daggers that sat rested at his hip, coin pouch hanging along side it, which was not unusual to see the daggers, many men flaunted them in the village. He was handsome...and he thought you were beautiful as you began to put a tea kettle boiling, already preparing the steeper with tea leaves, tea set already down upon the wooden table.

“You did give me a fright though, those women speak of that shadow man all the time in their gossip circles.” You mumbled on, now pouring the hot water into the tea pot, steeper now placed within, instantly beginning to change the color of the water. “It was foolish of me to let their fears get into my head.” You said with a little laugh as he began to fix his tea to his liking, happily grabbing ahold of the piece of bread you placed before him, humming in satisfactory at the taste of it within his mouth.

“What if I was the shadow man...” he soon spoke out as he leaned back in the chair with a creak, tea cup brought up to his lips to take a gentle sip of the hot liquid. Though you only laughed as you leaned against the table, hands smoothing out your skirt of your dress.

“Sorry, but I was under the impression that this shadow man was merciless and terrifying, not a fair man who may give women a fright while trying to do his job...” you said with a cross of your arms as you looked to him, a soft smirk growing upon his lips as he downed the rest of his tea, already lifting himself up from the chair.

“Shouta Aizawa....it is fair to introduce myself after you have shown me this hospitality.” He said as he gave a small bow. “Thank you, until we meet again.” And with that...he was gone, leaving you to clean up everything with a small thud of your door, seeing his retreating form through the small window within your home. Seeing that mysterious man had become a nightly occurrence. He would appear out of nowhere and would be welcomed into your humble home for his nightly fix of tea and food. You would happily oblige each time to the attractive, mysterious man Shouta Aizawa. Though like every story and novel of romance you had ever been lucky to hear or read....you had fallen deeply in love with him.

“Aizawa...I love you....” you whispered out as you grabbed ahold of his hand before he could walk out and disappear for the night. Though that sad look that crawled onto his face made you regret your confession as he only tugged his hand out from the clutches of yours.

“Well it can’t be...” he spoke lowly before descending down the steps of your home, you only chasing after him, arms clutching onto his strong one, tears welling up in your eyes.

“And why not? I’m eligible! I can take take of you, I’ve been doing a good job at it so far!” You spoke out frantically, the thought of loosing him too fresh within your mind as he only shoved your desparate clutched off of him, you falling to the ground with a soft sniffle as you stared up to his menancing stare.

“I’m the shadow man...” he spoke out, leaving your tears to freeze, sniffles forgotten as your hands clutched onto the dewing grass beneath you. “I’m the one who the whole village fears....if you give your precious love to me then you better cast yourself out of this life you had spent your valuable time on building....” he spoke lowly, the crickets and frogs seeming to stop their songs to listen in. All you could do was just stare at him, that wide and shocked look within your eyes sending his stomach to the depths of his body, heart pounding with his chest. “Don’t ruin your whole life for the pleasures of love...” he whispered out, though you found the strength to scramble up and grab onto one of his hands once more, using the strength you had to tug him back to you.

“And? Aren’t we taught by those fairytales that love shall prevail? Aren’t we fed the idea that love and family is the most important teachings of all time?” You countered back as you pressed his hand to your chest, upon the rapid beats of your heart that he could feel though his rough fingertips. As much as that touch to your fluttering heart beckoned him to be swayed by those sweet words you rapidly pushed out from your lips, but he only slowly leaned forward, lips brushing against your cheek, forehead, chin, nose, and finally your lips before pulling away, a hand moving to gently push back the curled baby hairs that always frizzed up with the humidity of the day. You could only look up to him, the both of your eyes blinded by the love you held for each other, but he simply slipped his hand away from your chest, other hand falling back down to his side.

“I...can’t...” he soon sighed out, those tears resumed to slip from those huge eyes of yours and onto your cheeks as he finally turned away, taking his quick steps to disappear into the shadows of night, leaving you to cry away to your broken heart upon the cool ground, the moon now being your only company and the crickets and frogs singing again in hopes to console you.

[ao3feed-daisuga]

Roses have the sharpest thorns

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by Sakusasfacemask

If Anyone were to tell how much trouble Atsumu would get in just by being associated with Sakusa Kiyoomi, he would’ve declined the invitation to marry Itachiyama’s duchess. If he was told that one of the most beautiful omegas was a rose in disguise with the most prickly of thorns a rose could have, he would’ve accepted the invitation from Karasuno. But then again, maybe this rose is exactly what he needed.

Words: 3804, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Sakusa Kiyoomi, Akaashi Keiji, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Kita Shinsuke, Ojiro Aran, Akagi Michinari, Bokuto Koutarou, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Tendou Satori

Relationships: Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Kita Shinsuke/Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Akagi Michinari/Komori Motoya, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Kita Shinsuke/Ojiro Aran, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Slow Burn, Violence, Murder, Omega Sakusa Kiyoomi, Sakusa is a tease, Alpha Miya Atsumu, Omegas wear dresses, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Mentions of the Six Wives, King Atsumu, Duchess Sakusa, Bokuaka is there but wont show for a while, Sakusa Kiyoomi-centric, Bottom Sakusa Kiyoomi, Top Miya Atsumu, Mpreg, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Weddings, Sakusa is dangerous, Past Kita Shinsuke/Miya Atsumu, Minor Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Alpha Miya Osamu, Omega Akaashi Keiji, Alpha Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji-centric

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[queenofthefallenangels]

Mad King

Aleister Black x unnamed female oc 

Warnings: Smut 

For @moxleysbaby AU Challenge with the medieval prompt. 

I saw him sitting there on his throne. He was dressed in a black with fur draped around his neck. Horns sticking out of his coat.  He was looking at me burning holes inside me as he did. He was silent. He didn’t say a word as he looked at me. It was making me more nervous as he did. 

He looked up at my father and nodded his head, “I agree to your request. I will marry her in the return of my alliance to your kingdom.” He said. His voice was deep and held so much power as he spoke that I almost trembled when he spoke to me. 

My father smiled at him, “Perfect. I am so happy. Trust me, she will not disappoint you.” He said pushing me forward. I didn’t look up. I just stared at my feet. 

“I am not worried.” The King spoke. “You can leave her here tonight. We shall wed high noon next Sunday.” My father nodded in agreement before he left my side leaving me alone with this man. He ushered his own out of the room before he stood up slowly still never once looking away from me. He kept his eyes glued on me. My heart raced inside my chest as he began to approach me. His cape flowing as he moved. He walked until he was inches away from my face. I bit my lip as he reached out for my hand taking it slowly and gently. He didn’t say a word as he took it guiding me out of the room.

“You don’t have to be nervous.” He said as we moved about the castle. “You may call me Aleister." He opened the door. "This shall be your room until the wedding night."

I gulped at the mention of it. I didn’t want to think about it or all the other times it had to happen. I didn’t know this man. I had only known what was said around the kingdoms. He was called the "Mad King". He was ruthless in the way he fought wars. He was soon conjuring land all over. He left no man alive if he did. He would have them begging for mercy. That's why my father chose to make an alliance with him to save our kingdom from the same fate. Our kingdom wasn’t in the right state to go to war with someone as ruthless as him. I just so happened to be the only one of his single daughters left, so lucky me.  

Who knows what this man will do to me? I know his first queen died, but I never heard how. With how ruthless he is, it could have been him for all we know. Apparently, you don’t even mention her name around here or else. 

----

The wedding was a beautiful ceremony. It surprised me in a way I wasn’t expecting. It was like a dream. I had never dreamed of my wedding before, but this would have been how I would picture it. There were white roses everywhere with petals all over the ground. The king was even cleaned up. He was in the traditional robes for a wedding. My dress was white while the strings were a light blue in the corset. I wore white roses in my hair. I wore my hair flowing down in the back. 

The wedding was soon over and he was taking me to his room. I hadn't left my room often in the days, I have been here, but I still knew which was his.

I sat on his bed playing with the strings of my corset. He took his robes off leaving them on the bed. I looked down at my feet slipping my shoes off. Aleister didn't say anything as he laid on the bed. He got under the covers before blowing out his candle.

I was confused as he didn't move to touch me. "Aleister?" I asked. "What are you doing?" 

"Sleeping." Was all he said. 

I slipped out of my wedding dress before crawling into bed with him. "What about the thing a husband and wife do on a wedding night?" I asked. 

He shrugged as he turned over in the bed. "You don't want to so you should be pleased." 

I should be, but a new worry filled me. Was there something wrong with me? Was I not pretty enough? He seemed pleased with me when my father presented me to him. What changed? Someone like him would have spoken up and definitely killed me if I wasn't enough. So, what was stopping him? Now, that it wasn't happening. I almost longed for it to happen.

Soon, a snore came from his side of the bed and I knew there was no chance of it happening. 

--

Weeks went by and he still barely touched me or even acknowledged my presence. I didn't see him much, but when we would eat together and when we went to bed. Our interactions were limited even then. I decided I wanted answers as to why he was acting like this. He was in the garden like he was every Tuesday when I decided to go find him and get my answers. 

He was sitting near the middle of the garden next to the statue of a woman. I had passed it many times, but I never saw the significance until I saw Aleister on his knees in front of him. 

I slowly walked up to him. I touched his shoulder gently. 

He jumped when I touched him, "I am sorry, your majesty." 

"I already told you, you don't need to call me that." He groaned as he got up slowly. "What do you want?" 

I took a deep breath. "I want answers. I want to know why you don't touch me. I've heard stories. I watched my sister's get married and one was even pregnant by now. I need to know why. Why you won't touch me or even talk to me?" 

He doesn't look at me. He keeps his eyes glued on the statue. "I know you heard the stories. The ones about my first queen. How she died suddenly? I know they warped her death into something else." I nodded biting my lip. "I'll tell you the truth. I didn't kill her with my hands. I killed her with my seed. We were supposed to have a son. Heir to the throne. All to be gone after thirteen long hours of labor. Both her and the child...gone. There was nothing that could have stopped it. She was the love of my life and there was nothing I could do to help her that moment. All that blood. It wouldn’t stop.” He made a face as he was remembering that moment. “Something inside me that night switched. It was like darkness began to cloud around me. I no longer wanted to be the king I was before. I wanted to cause pain. The same pain that was given to me. I didn’t care who I was hurting. I had no emotions towards anything.” He paused. “ That was until you came along. I had gotten your father’s request was going to just kill you in front of him to show him, he couldn’t use some girl to change my mind about how I felt about his kingdom. That was until I saw you. Something about you put a light back in my life. I wanted to keep you around so I didn’t lose it. I have been in this darkness for so long that the thought of losing it kills me. That’s why I won’t touch you. I don’t want you to suffer the same fate as her.” He gestured towards the statue. “This garden doesn’t need to be full of wives my seed has killed.” 

“My mom died in childbirth. It happens quite often. It has nothing to do with you or the seed. It just happens, I guess. I can’t explain it.” I moved to touch his back gently. He jerked away. 

“That’s what they all say. They all say it just happens. It won’t happen again.” He said standing up before walking away. 

I sighed looking at the statue for a moment as I thought of what to do. His fear to touch me almost made me want him more. I wanted him to touch me. To show him that there was nothing to be scared of. To be that light he was craving so badly to have. I had to get him to trust me and break his promise. 

I got ready for bed that night a bit earlier than normal. I made sure to put on the best perfume and had even asked for my bath early this month. I waited for him patiently on the bed, pulling at my nightdress to show more cleavage. 

He didn’t notice me at first when he walked in, taking off his robe. He had to second look when he moved past the bed. “What are you doing?” He asked. I bit my lip. I didn’t really have a plan for passed this part. I guess I was hoping he would just jump on me or something. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to happen. Before I could open my mouth to speak, he was already crawling on the bed to me. I gulped as his eyes focused on mine as he moved in closer. 

“I thought I told you, I wasn’t going to do this.” He growled. “Yet, here you are sitting here practically begging for it to happen.” 

“I am supposed to. I need to birth you a new heir, don’t I? What if you die in war? What will happen to this kingdom? It will be burned to the ground.” 

“And if it kills you and the baby just like it did the first. I will still be in the same position as before.” I sighed taking a deep breath. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. “You never know.” I ran my hands down his chest. “I may survive.” He sighed kissing back putting his hands on my hips. His hands move underneath my gown. 

“You really want this, don’t you? You want me to touch your body?” 

I nodded. “Please.” 

His hands took off my nightgown in one swift movement. “You don’t know how hard it has been not to touch you. How hard it was night after night. I wanted to touch you, but I can’t lose another one. But, now, you are so intoxicating sitting here in front of me, I can’t help, but forget my fear.” He roughly squeezed my boobs. I moaned. He leaned in and began to suck one of my boobs. I wrapped my arms and my legs against him. I started feeling the wetness pool from my center. I had never felt this way before. I didn’t want it to stop. His hands moved down to the wetness running his fingers gently through it. He groaned light before taking himself out of his pants. He stroked himself for a bit before thrusting inside me. I almost screamed. It hurt a bit to feel something in there, but at the same time, it felt so good. He moved slowly trying to make sure that I got used to it before he went full force inside me. I felt my back arching. He pulled my hair pulling me up close to him. 

My walls began to clench around him as I felt something build inside my stomach. “Let it go.” He whispered in my ear as his finger went on my clit. “It will feel amazing.”  I nodded as I did what he said letting my first orgasm. My eyes rolled back in my head in pure bliss. He thrust in me hard as I rode mine out. I soon felt his dick pulsing inside me as his seed released in me. 

I put my head back on the pillow out of breath. He pulled out rolling on the side of me. He pulled me in close. “You might have just convinced me to change my mind about this.”

[fuckyeahjonesy]

Bittersweet love affair - The Roger Taylor story

"You and I always be unfinished business."

It was a sultry summer afternoon. The hot air was revolving slowly on the surfaced road, and the Sun was parching the leaves on the trees. It was July, if I remember well. And it was us, in the subway. Under the footsteps of every wandering soul. We were cuddling tight in the rushing train, while around us the noise of talking people was assimilated with the sound of wheels. My fingers were running on your soft skin like a hungry wolf, I wanted to turn on every little part of you. You smiled at me and hugged me tight. I can't put into words how safe and calm your hugs make me feel. My ocean blue eyes caught your soft glance and I pressed my lips against your neck, while my whole body was burning in destructive desire. Under your warm skin the blood cells were racing with each other in the thick tunnel of your artery, while your heartbeat became faster, as it controlled the unstoppable traffic of your body.

I closed my eyes, and wrapped my arms around you as tight as I could, just to make sure, that the fabric of my dress will keep your sweet fragrance for a lifetime. You slid slowly your arms around my waist, pulled me closer to you, and it felt like I was on a peaceful, small island, where the blue waves of the ocean are caressing me with the sunshine. Like I had a shield around me, that can't be broken by the evil and the darkness. I opened my eyes and looked at you again, with the greatest thankfulness a human can stare at something, because I knew I'm looking at my guardian angel. Your lips curled into a cute smile and you kissed my forehead gently. The subway stopped every two minutes, but I haven't even noticed it. Every part of me was deeply obsessed with you and I couldn't take my eyes off you. To me you were the most beautiful and most sacred soul that God has ever created. And I felt incredibly lucky to be a part of the miracle, to be a part of you. I never wanted to let you go. You constantly complimented me with the most adorable smile, and every word from you was like a waterdrop for a thirsty flower. You were feeding me with your sweet love, and my hungry heart was begging you to love me harder, want me harder, lift me up to the bluest sky...

That was our last meeting. We had phone calls sometimes, but as the time passed by, the amount of the letters were decreased, until they have completely gone. You live your own life happily and carelessly, filled with adventures. Just like I do. But I can't stop thinking about one thing: Do you still think of me, when you're alone? Would you still recognize me, if I bumped into you on the streets? Do you still remember the scent of my skin, which turned you on, when we spent that hot summer night together? Do you still remember the sparkle in my eyes, when you held me in your arms? Do you still remember, how I touched you, when the fire unleashed in our bodies, and we pissed off the neighbours by being really loud all night long?

You still run through my mind sometimes, and I always wonder what was missing from me that could have made your life complete. You can't even realize, how I felt when you were by my side. I felt for you so strong and honest desire, I didn't even know before, that I'm able to feel like that. You dragged the most intense emotions out of me, and I didn't even know, that such feelings exist deep inside of me. I believed in you, like a medieval citizen in old wives' tale, and I considered every action and word from you to be true. And you know Roger, when your memory flashes in my mind, I immediately realize, that those feelings will stay forever, that will never be requited...

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

Danny Phantom Sentence Starters - S01E01-S01E11

I know I missed the Dannyversary by that much, but this show’s dialogue was gold and deserves to be acknowledged. I only did up to E11 because I ran out of transcripts, but I might do more some other time. 

Feel free to change pronouns/wording/etc. as needed.

Episode 1 - Mystery Meat

Look at you! You're too excited to speak! So I'll just go on speaking.  

Parents don't listen. Even worse, they don't understand! WHY CAN'T THEY ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM?! 

No, no. The rumors about the new all-steak buffet in the teacher's lounge are completely untrue.

I ordered three mud pies. Do you know what they gave me? Three mud pies. With mud! From! The! Ground!

These are the best years of my life! After high school, it's all downhill for me!

I...command you to...go away!

Well, if this superhero thing doesn't work out, I can have an exciting career as a busboy.

I control lunch! Lunch is sacred! Lunch has rules! 

Then perish!

How is it that I have the ghost powers and you're the weird kid?

This is all going in the memoir.

Episode 2 - Parental Bonding

Please! Don't say you've suddenly fallen for me. That line is so last semester.

You just set an all-time speed record for drowning in the shallow end of the gene pool. 

Well, you are kind of cute. And you have great taste in underwear. 

It's a lie, I'm not a ghost! I-I mean...she's not my girlfriend.

You better let her know your family's insane now. If you marry her and she finds out later, that's entrapment.

If you upset her, we're going to have a violent talk.

Excuse me! Excuse me! Adult coming through. I shave every day.

This dance gets better and better with every passing minute.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to dance with my wife. That's what we adults do, dance with our wives.

If by memories you mean things you remember that I don't, then yes! Go ahead and remind me of stuff I'll totally agree to remembering.

The DJ's still playing. And I think there's time for one last dance?

Episode 3 - One Of A Kind

Touch the box and your pelt will adorn my fireplace.

Who said yes? The person you asked if you were a conceited snob? 

I don't have time for extra credit...or your agendas.

I can always stop and appreciate high-quality bullying. 

Time flies when you're majestically scratching your butt. 

[Name], come on. We're just a bunch of kids. In the zoo. At night. Alone. 

Home in time for some well-deserved rest. But keep it quick, because you've got thirteen minutes. 

Hmm, my sensors indicate you're an average human, destined for an average life after high school.

Hello, misplaced aggression.

Episode 4 - Attack Of The Killer Garage Sale

I'm doing a thesis on tutoring the un-tutorable, and you're disproving my thesis that nobody's un-tutorable!

Now that that twinkie's out of the way, you're coming to my party Saturday, right?

I say we hit the amusement park. I hear the new roller coaster has a free fall that'll take three years off your life expectancy.

Why don't we get invited to the really cool parties? We've got style, charm, good looks. At least I do, anyway.

This is not junk! Every single item in this box is of vital importance to me.

See you tonight. And just because I can't believe I'm saying it, I will say it again. See you tonight.

My great-granddad Izzy was an inventor. He invented that machine that twirls cellophane around deli toothpicks.

Well, is it the bomb? Is it fresh? Is it stoopid? With an o-o?

Oh, it's stupid. I'll give you that.

Who's your daddy? 

Episode 5 - Splitting Images

Whoo! Take it off! No, seriously. He should take it off. That's weird.

You look like you've seen a ghost. Or something really scary that we don't see every single day.

Don't worry. Maybe girls will talk to you in college.

These gloves are made for grabbing!

Spiff diddly dee, man. So this is what it's like to have friends.

You may have my powers, but you sure don't know how to use them. 'Course, I don't know how to use them, but at least I know how not to use them better than you do.

You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses. You couldn't hit a guy with glasses. In fact, you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn!

My fifteen minutes of popularity is up, and I wasn't even here for it.

Episode 6 - What You Want

Some people have a lot, and some people don’t. But everybody's got something. Me, I've got charm, good looks, and modesty.

Wh-where am I? And why do I feel that I'm special and adorable? 

A car smashing into the twenty-eighth floor of anything is bad!

If I weren't a C student, I would've thought of that five days ago.

They say, "Be careful what you wish for." To that, I'd like to add a big, fat "Duh!"

Episode 7 - Bitter Reunions

Hey, we've been circling this town for hours. We could have been halfway to Florida by now. Ask for directions.

You have a battle cry, hilarious.

Dude, you are one seriously crazed-up fruit loop.

So, [Name], when did you first realize your husband was a monster bent on destroying his smarter, more successful, and better-dressed peers?

[Name], for all the years I thought you were a crackpot, I sort of apologize.

Episode 8 - Prisoners Of Love

There's a casserole in the freezer right next to the ectoplasmic residue samples!

Wow, heh, pretty much everyone who hates me all at one table. Just like high school.

Can I get anything, dearie? Coffee? Pudding? An extra helping of DOOM?!

But the one thing you know more than anything —  even more than that ghosts exist and that your sister is a bitter old bat — is that I love you, baby.

Episode 9 - My Brother’s Keeper

I could hardly watch. Though I did get some good digital pics.

Here, take my seat, you've already taken my friends.

Another ringing endorsement for the town screw-up.

Another day, another 24 hours closer to a career of pumping gas.

Apparently, I'm gonna end up a hobo. I didn't even know they had hobos anymore!

I'm usually the sour one around here. But compared to everyone else, I'm the goth bird of happiness.

There's only an i in misery if you spell it that way!

Episode 10 - Shades Of Gray

Hey, who let the dogs in! ...You see, the song is "Who let the dogs out,” but I said “Who let the dogs in.”

Nice pooch! Easy. That lady isn't edible. And neither is anything she cooks.

NO! It was a fake-out make-out.

That's life! Well, your life, anyway.

379 girls at our school, and you've got to have a crush on the one with the weapons and the grudge.

Episode 11 - Fanning The Flames

Oh yeah, you’re one of a kind! Every single one of you. 

Attention, freakishly dressed teen idol! I order you to cease and desist!

Wow. I just never realized...you’re really pretty when you’re about to fall off a building.

But you’re over there and I’m over here. I wanna be over there!

[Name], we can’t lock the kids in some medieval containment device.

You snuck out to see me! Oh, this is just like Romeo and Juliet, except I’m the one on the balcony, and I can understand everything we’re saying.

You want me to open up? Okay. Um, one time, when I was five, I really wanted a puppy, but my parents—

You’re beautiful when you’re wracked with guilt.

Mindless teenage rebellion and a killer light show? Is this an awesome concert or what!

This would an example of irony: a literary device employing the incongruity between what might be expected, and what actually occurs.