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Meet the Heroes of Disney Heroes (Part 1)

Hey there folks!

If any of you have checked out my Archive of Our Own account lately, you've probably seen "The Great Fanfic Showcase".

It was what the name suggested. A showcase for some of my upcoming fanfics.

And among those upcoming fics, one of them was a name that you've definitely hear me mention before plenty of times.

That name is.....

Yep!

I'm making an actual fanfiction series based on the short-lived Disney franchise!

This has been an idea for mine's for the last five years.

But it ended up always getting pushed to the back for the sake of a more interesting concept.

But now, I'm finally ready to tackle it!

Especially since I'm unfortunately cancelling Disney Mirrorverse: The Series, due to my winding interest in the game, and more notably of all, the recent announcement of its impending shut down this December.

As for what the series would be about.....

The story goes like this: Hades, being fed up with his constant losses, decided to form an alliance of various fellow Disney villains, in the hopes of helping him achieve his goals of overthrowing Zeus and The Olympians, finally claiming Mount Olympus for himself and rule the cosmos.

And in return, he's helping them achieve their goals as well.

Merlin, thanks to his foresight, foresaw this plan and in response to this, with the help of Mickey Mouse, forms an alliance of the greatest heroes in the Disney-Verse.

The alliance itself consists of the heroes from: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Cinderella, Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, Sleeping Beauty, The Sword in the Stone, The Jungle Book, Robin Hood, The Rescuers, The Black Cauldron, The Great Mouse Detective, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, The Lion King, Pocahontas, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Hercules, Mulan, Tarzan, The Emperor's New Groove, Atlantis: The Lost Empire, Lilo & Stitch, Treasure Planet, Home on the Range, Meet the Robinsons, The Princess and the Frog, Tangled, Wreck-It Ralph, Frozen, Big Hero 6, Zootopia, Moana, Raya and the Stupid-Ass, Unfunny, Annoying-Ass Dragon, and Wish.

And so to promote the series, I've decided to a start a multi-part series, introducing each of the heroes (in chronological order by their respective films).

Also, if you're wondering when the series will premiere, it'll be during the holiday season.

And one last thing.

My ideal art-style for this series would be done by ArtFrenzyBoris.

His art-style just screams action! And it given that this series gonna be pretty action heavy, this is just a match made in heaven.

In addition to that, his style is just incredibly expressive. And I always love seeing art-styles allowing their characters to be as lively as possible.

I'd honestly kill to see any of the Disney characters in this style.

Plus, let's be real, Sisu would look FAR better in this series than she does in her usual style.

But enough jabs. Let's talk about our heroes, starting with....

Snow White:

Title: The Friend of the Forest

Age: 14

Height: 5'0

Physical Appearance: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: Snow White possesses the ability to naturally communicate with animals of all spaces and sizes. But after drinking a magical potion given to her by Merlin, Snow also can now summon powerful animal spirits to fight for her.

Outfit:

The Seven Dwarfs:

Titles: The Mining Defenders

Ages: Unknown

Heights: 3'0

Physical Appearances: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: In addition to being skilled miners, thanks to the training they've received after being knighted, The Seven Dwarfs have also become skilled warriors. They're quite proficient in both armed and unarmed combatant. And thanks to their small sizes, they're able move quicker than the average human. In terms of weaponry: Bashful and Sneezy wield sledgehammers, Doc and Droopy wield swords, and Grumpy, Happy and Sneezy wield pickaxes.

Outfits:

Prince Florian:

Title: The Stalwart Noble

Age: 15

Height: 5'3

Physical Appearance: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: Florian is a skilled combatant, wielding a pair of daggers in battle. He's also quite fast and stealthy, matching well with his proficiency with daggers. Florian also possess a surprising amount of knowledge on magical forces and artifacts.

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Cinderella:

Title: The Midnight Belle

Age: 21

Height: 5'9

Physical Appearance: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: Thanks to some training from Prince Charming and The King, Cinderella has become a skilled swordsman. She fights with The Midnight Blade and Shield, an enchanted sword and shield crafted by The Fairy Godmother.

Outfit:

Prince Charming:

Title: The Prince of Perrault

Age: 21

Height: 6'0

Physical Appearance: Same as usual

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: Charming is skilled swordsman, wielding a estoc sword in battle. He's also incredibly agile and acrobatic.

Outfit:

The Fairy Godmother:

Title: The Madame of Magic

Age: Unknown

Height: 5'5

Physical Appearance: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: The Fairy Godmother is a powerful sorceress, being capable of casting all kinds of spells, specifically with her magic wand.

Outfit:

Alice:

Title: The Explorer of Wonderland

Age: 12

Height: 4'7

Physical Appearance: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: Thanks to Merlin, Alice carries around a belt of special magic potions with a wide variety of effects. From summoning a magical giant teapot, to making someone cry literal rivers of tears, to even allowing someone to shrink or grow in size.

Outfit:

Peter Pan:

Title: The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up

Age: 13 (Ageless)

Height: 4'11

Physical Appearance: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: In addition to his natural ability of flight, Peter is skilled with a variety of weapons. He usually carries a dagger, a bow and arrows, and a tomahawk. Peter also has a living shadow, which he often utilizes in battle.

Outfit:

Tinker Bell:

Title: The Inventor of Pixie Hollow

Age: Unknown

Height: 0'5

Physical Appearance: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: In addition to her natural power of flight and producing pixie dust, Tinker Bell’s true power lies in her mind. She’s a tinkerer, creating a variety of weapons and gadgets to help her in battle. Her most prominent weapon is a crossbow that she shoots stuff like nails and thorns. And despite how small she is, Tinker Bell is surprisingly strong, being capable of picking up a full grown human and throwing them.

Outfit:

The Lost Boys:

Title: The Protectors of Neverland

Ages: 9 (Slightly), 6 (Nibbs), 7 (The Twins), 8 (Cubby), 5 (Tootles) (All ageless)

Heights: 4'2 (Slightly), 3'6 (Nibbs), 3'8 (The Twins), 3'11 (Cubby), 3'1 (Tootles)

Physical Appearances: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: The Lost Boys are all skilled fighters in their own right, and they each wield a specific set of weapons. Slightly wields the signature Skullbuster and a bow and arrows, Nibbs wields a wooden sword and a hatchet, The Twins wield blowguns and slings, Cubby wields a club and a spear, and Tootles wields a slingshot and throwing knives.

Outfits:

Princess Aurora:

Title: The Sleeping Rose

Age: 16

Height: 5'6

Physical Appearance: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: Thanks to some training from Phillip, Aurora was become a skilled swordsman in her own right. In battle, she wields The Rose Blade, an enchanted sword crafted by Flora, Fauna and Merryweather that can craft a magical barrier around its wielder when needed.

Outfit:

Prince Phillip:

Title: The Dragon Slayer

Age: 17

Height: 5'10

Physical Appearance: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: Phillip is a skilled swordsman. In battle, utilizes the enchanted Shield of Virtue (which can block and deflect just about any kind of magical attack) and Sword of Truth (which can slice through just about anything).

Outfit:

Flora, Fauna and Merryweather:

Title: The Three Fairies

Ages: Unknown

Heights: 5'2

Physical Appearances: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: Flora, Fauna and Merryweather are all powerful sorceress, being capable of casting all kinds of magical spells.

Outfits:

Merlin:

Title: The Grand Wizard of Camelot

Age: Unknown

Height: 5'9

Physical Appearance: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: Merlin is a powerful sorcerer, being able to perform all kinds of magical spells.

Outfit:

Arthur:

Title: The King of Camelot

Age: 12

Height: 4'9

Physical Appearance: Same as usual.

Powers, Abilities and Equipment: Thanks to some training for Ector, Kay and his fellow heroes, Arthur is now a skilled swordsman in own right, utilizing his trusty sword Excalibur in battle, alongside an enchanted shield as well.

Outfit:

Well that's all I have for now!

Definitely planning on making multiple parts to this.

Let me know what you guys think about these character introductions so far!

[yuri-is-online]

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I COULD BE OBSESSED WITH BLONDE GUYS I HAVE GROWN!!!! (into an arguably worse person) BUT I HAVE GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN

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CRIS ICS

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𓍼ֶ⊹ ࣪˖𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽⋆˚꩜

Intro: Princess Y/N, the daughter of the king’s mistress, lives a lonely and isolated life in the castle. Her mother and sister treat her poorly, while her half-brother, Heeseung, keeps a distant yet somewhat protective relationship with her. One day, Y/N meets Prince Jongseong, who shows her kindness when he buys her art supplies after she runs out. Y/N is moved by his actions. However, her happiness is short-lived as she overhears Jongseong talking with Eunjin, Meanwhile, Heeseung grows frustrated with Y/N's closeness to Jongseong,Y/N is torn between the kindness she receives from Jongseong and the harsh reality of her position, unsure of who truly cares for her.

Warning- It's just a fanfiction girly pop aka not real

Chapter one

A gust of wind blew past, rustling her pages. Y/N reached out to hold them down when a soft voice interrupted her thoughts.

"You should add some shading here. It would make the horse look more alive."

Startled, Y/N looked up to find Prince Park Jongseong standing beside her. His dark brown eyes studied her sketch, his expression unreadable. He had been one of Heeseung’s friends, always part of the group she could never approach.

She hesitated before murmuring, "You... you think so?"

Jongseong gave a small nod. "Yeah. You’re really talented."

Y/N’s cheeks warmed at the unexpected compliment. No one had ever praised her art before.

Princess Lee Y/N was the daughter of the king’s mistress, a fact that dictated her entire existence within the palace walls. She had two half-siblings—Prince Lee Heeseung and Princess Lee Eunjin. Unlike Heeseung and Eunjin, who were respected as the king’s legitimate children, Y/N was often overlooked, treated as an outsider even within her own home.

Her mother and sister made no effort to hide their disdain for her, while Heeseung, though cold and distant, was not as cruel. At times, he would help her in small ways, but he never let their bond grow beyond that.

Y/N was an innocent soul who preferred the quiet solace of her art. While her siblings surrounded themselves with friends, she spent most of her time alone, lost in sketches and paintings that became her only true companions.

Today, the castle was lively with guests. Princess Eunjin and her friends were gathered in the royal garden for an elegant tea party, their laughter ringing through the air. Meanwhile, Prince Heeseung and his friends—Prince Sim Jayun, Prince Park Sunghoon, and Prince Park Jongseong—were at the racecourse, riding their horses with ease and excitement.

Y/N sat beneath a tree in the garden, her sketchbook resting on her lap. She watched them from a distance, her fingers moving carefully as she captured the scene before her, that's when with a gush of wind the papers flew away. She longed to be included, to laugh and play alongside them.But, as always, they never even looked her way.

Or so she thought.

Prince Jongseong!" Princess Eunjin’s voice rang out from the tea table, sharp and demanding. "What are you doing over there?"

Jongseong didn’t move immediately. Instead, he turned his head slightly and replied with a calm, almost amused tone, "Just looking at something interesting."

And for the first time in her life, Princess Lee Y/N felt seen.

She wasn’t used to this. Attention. Kindness.

Jongseong was still crouched beside her, his eyes fixed on her sketchbook. "Do you draw often?" he asked, his voice smooth yet genuinely curious.

Y/N hesitated before nodding slightly. "I do… it’s something I enjoy."

Jongseong hummed, his fingers tracing the air above her drawing as if seeing more than just lines and shapes. "It shows. Your strokes are confident, and your details are impressive."

She swallowed hard. No one had ever spoken to her like this before—not as if she were some forgotten shadow in the castle, but as if she mattered.

"Jongseong," Heeseung’s voice interrupted, his tone neutral but firm. Y/N glanced up to see her older brother approaching, his expression unreadable. "The others are waiting. Are you coming?"

Jongseong’s gaze flickered between Heeseung and Y/N. For a moment, it seemed like he might leave without another word, just like everyone always did. But then, to Y/N’s surprise, he turned back to her.

"May I see more of your sketches sometime?" he asked.

Y/N’s lips parted slightly in shock. Someone wanted to see her drawings? Her hands tightened around the edges of her sketchbook, nerves bubbling in her chest. But she found herself nodding. "O-Okay…"

A small smile tugged at the corner of Jongseong’s lips, brief but genuine. Then, with one last glance at her drawing, he stood up and walked toward Heeseung, rejoining the others.

Y/N watched him go, her fingers brushing over the page he had complimented. She wasn’t sure why, but for the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel completely alone.

Chapter two

Prince Jongseong was known throughout the kingdom for his cold demeanor. Strict, reserved, and often seen as rude, he wasn’t someone who easily showed kindness. Beneath his frosty exterior, however, there was a complexity few had the patience to unravel. If one were to spend enough time with him, they might notice the faint glimmers of sweetness hidden deep within—though these moments were rare, and most people were content to keep their distance.

For Y/N, Jongseong was a figure she feared. His presence made her uneasy, even from childhood. His cold stares, harsh words, and aloof nature had never made her feel welcome. There were times when his gaze seemed to pierce through her, as if he could see every flaw, every mistake she had made. But despite this fear, something about him intrigued her. She could never understand why he was so distant or why he kept everyone at arm's length.

It had been years since they had even spoken—until today.

This was the first time Y/N had a proper conversation with him, and it left her conflicted. As they sat together, there was an awkward silence between them, one that was filled with years of unspoken words. But when Jongseong spoke, his tone wasn’t as cold as she had expected. It was distant, yet something else flickered in his voice—something almost human.

The truth was, Jongseong and the other princes always knew Y/N’s background. They knew she was the daughter of the king’s mistress, a title that often made her the subject of scorn and ridicule in the royal palace. His older brother, Heeseung, had made sure of that.

For most of her life, Y/N had been invisible to them, and they never tried to interact with her. They kept their distance, not because they hated her, but because they feared what Heeseung might do if they got too close. Heeseung had a certain authority over the other princes, especially when it came to Y/N. He wasn’t kind to her, but he didn’t want anyone else to be either.

There were a few rare moments in Y/N’s childhood when she had tried to reach out to the princes. Prince Jaehyun, for example, had once shown her a sliver of kindness. They had been in the garden one afternoon, with Y/N quietly drawing as usual, when Jaehyun had approached her. He had asked her about her art, and for a moment, Y/N had felt like she belonged.

"Your drawings are very beautiful," Jaehyun had said, his voice warm. "You should show them to the king one day."

Y/N had smiled, a little shy, but thankful for his words.

But that had been the beginning of the end of their brief friendship.

Not long after that conversation, Princess Eunjin had caught wind of their exchange. Her cold glare had been enough to make Jaehyun freeze. That evening, Y/N overheard Eunjin warning Jaehyun not to speak to her again.

"Do you really want to be seen talking to a child of the mistress?" Eunjin had asked, her voice dripping with disdain. "Father doesn’t like it. You’re only inviting trouble."

Jaehyun had been hesitant, but he didn’t argue. From that day onward, he kept his distance, just like everyone else.

The isolation Y/N had felt in those days had been unbearable. The few moments of kindness from Jaehyun had been crushed, and with it, her hope of ever having a genuine connection in the royal family.

As Y/N sat now, trying to make sense of her feelings for Jongseong, she couldn’t help but wonder: Could there be kindness hidden behind the icy wall he built around himself? And if so, would she ever be able to reach it?

Chapter three

The next few days passed in a blur. Y/N couldn’t shake the memory of her brief conversation with Prince Jongseong. It lingered in her mind, reminding her of how different it was from the usual cold silence she received from him and everyone else.

She spent most of her time in the garden, drawing, trying to lose herself in her art. It had become her escape—her sanctuary from the world that always seemed to ignore or look down on her. Even the wind felt gentler as it brushed past her, as though it understood her need for solitude.

But despite her attempts to focus, Y/N kept finding herself looking toward the courtyard, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jongseong or the others.

She hadn’t expected him to approach her again. After all, he was just being polite the last time, wasn’t he? A moment of kindness in a sea of indifference.

But what if it wasn’t?

It was late afternoon when Y/N sat on a stone bench beneath the large oak tree in the garden, her sketchbook open on her lap. The sun was starting to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. She was adding delicate details to her drawing of the garden when she heard footsteps approaching.

Startled, she looked up and her breath caught in her throat.

Prince Jongseong.

He wasn’t with the others. He was alone.

Y/N’s heart fluttered nervously, and she instinctively lowered her gaze to her sketchbook, as though pretending to focus on her drawing might make her less noticeable.

But Jongseong stopped in front of her.

“I see you’re still drawing.” His voice was as cold as ever, but there was something different in his tone—something softer.

Y/N didn’t answer at first. She wasn’t sure what to say. After a long moment, she looked up, her voice barely above a whisper. “I enjoy it… It helps me think.”

Jongseong nodded, his gaze drifting down to her sketchbook. “It’s... impressive.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by his compliment. She wasn’t sure if it was his way of being polite or if he truly meant it, but the fact that he had noticed at all made her feel warm inside.

“Thank you,” she murmured, trying to hide the sudden rush of emotions she felt.

There was a brief silence between them, the kind that Y/N had become accustomed to in the presence of anyone else in the castle.

Then, unexpectedly, Jongseong spoke again. “I’ve noticed you… I mean, I’ve seen you around the castle before, but we’ve never really spoken.”

Y/N looked up, her eyes wide. “W-What do you mean?”

Jongseong tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “You keep to yourself. Always drawing. Always alone.” He paused, his voice softening just a little. “It’s... different from the others.”

Y/N’s heart sank slightly. She didn’t want to feel pitied. “I don’t mind being alone,” she said quickly. “It’s just easier this way.”

For a moment, Jongseong didn’t speak. He seemed to be considering her words carefully. Then he crouched down beside her, close enough that she could feel his presence but far enough to give her space.

“You don’t have to be alone, you know,” he said quietly.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, unsure if she had heard him correctly.

Jongseong met her eyes for the first time since their conversation had begun. His gaze was intense, but there was something in it—something genuine—that made Y/N feel both vulnerable and safe.

“You’re allowed to have friends. People who care about you,” he continued. “Even if they’re not like the others.”

Y/N felt the lump in her throat growing, the weight of his words sinking in. She had spent her entire life believing she didn’t deserve any of that, that no one could care about her in the way he was suggesting.

“But…” she started, her voice shaking. “What about my... my family?”

Jongseong’s eyes darkened for a moment, but his expression remained steady. “They don’t define who you are, Y/N. You’re not your mother’s daughter or Eunjin’s sister. You’re yourself. And maybe that’s worth more than you think.”

Y/N couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Prince Jongseong, the cold and distant figure she had always feared, was actually speaking to her like she mattered.

Her heart pounded in her chest, and for the first time in her life, she dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, things could change.

Before she could say anything else, Jongseong stood up. “I’ll leave you to your drawing,” he said, his voice returning to its usual calm tone. “But I’ll be around… if you need anything.”

Y/N watched him walk away, her mind racing. The words he had spoken were still echoing in her head, and her heart beat faster with each passing second.

Could it be possible? Was there really a chance for someone like her to find a place where she truly belonged?

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Y/N stared at the fading light, a new sense of hope blossoming in her chest.

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Enddddd....for now dw

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POMEGRANATES & WINES

ACT ONE: DRIFTMARK

jacaerys velaryon x aunt!targtower oc

word count: 4k

masterlist: intro

act two: driftwood throne

warnings/includes: bastardphobia, blood, fighting, death(mentioned), lost of innocence(?)

Summary: Princess Averillia Targaryen was the 5th born child of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower in 117 A.C. Close in age to her nephew Jacaerys Velaryon a close friendship formed in between the two vicious families.

Note: Hello everyone! Just a warning! I haven’t written a fan fiction in a VERY long time. Like it’s been YEARS! So, I may be very rusty in the writing department. Another note: This will be a three-part story. It would be too long to make into a one shot. Also, this part deals with a lot of character building/ setting up the story.

The second princess to King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Consort Alicent Hightower was born just a bit more than a year after her brother Daeron Targaryen. The babe was shown to the courts in long and frivolous christening gowns and wrapped in the beautiful, embroidered blankets, a true look of a royal princess. The only thing not matching on the babe was her constant screams and crying when she was dressed in such gowns and wrapped in the blankets. Ear piercing screams were heard in the court rooms. A restless child truly, the restless of the five babes Alicent Hightower birthed.

As the princess grew, she began to grow a thick head of restless curly honey like blonde hair. A good resemblance to the late Queen Alysanne Targaryen and the early ancestors of the Hightower bloodline. The princess would have been mistaken for a Hightower if she didn’t bear the old Valyrian facial features and the lilac irises of the Targaryens. A stark difference to all 5 of her other siblings and her own father. Her restless hair only grew as restless as her for the continuation of tantrums she had. The toddler would argue in childish gibberish when she had on the fancier court dresses and when she was forced to attend the nursery with all her siblings and nephews. The child was content with being alone and in simple nightgowns day and night.

As a child she behaved in proper fashion, but the courts heard about the princesses' distastes in certain dresses, hairstyles, and colors. The dresses were all of simple styles and simple embroidered designs. The dresses were in shades of blues, purples, and creams. The biggest tantrums she had thrown were over the queen’s insistence in the color green. Oh, how the princess detested the color green. An entire collection of dresses was made for the princess in simple cuts and designs in all shades of green. The small girl had taken them all to the dragon pit and tried to have her elder sister's dragon, Syrax burn them. The princess Rhaenyra had quickly intervened when she found out the girl's intentions and had commissioned her to have new dresses made in shades of blues, purples, and creams. The Queen Alicent had finally given up the losing battle she was fighting with the Princess.

The courts had dubbed the young princess, “The Simple Princess” just as they had dubbed the Princess Rhaenyra, “The Realms Delight”.

When the princess reached the age of six, she demanded her father take her to Dragonstone to claim her own dragon after her nephew Prince Jacaerys, had bonded with his own dragon Vermax and told the little princess about it. The king Viserys had told the girl that she was too young to claim a dragon of that size that were living on Dragonstone. The princess let out cries after cries about how she’s not too young and that she should be able to have a dragon. The king, tired of the princesses' tantrums, decided that the entire family will spend some time on Dragonstone. The king was also hopeful that his son Aemond, would also have a chance to claim a dragon being the only other one of his children to not have a dragon.

While on Dragonstone it had taken no less than 5 hours after arrival for the Princess Averillia to go missing, also included the Prince Jacaerys to go missing as well. Everyone had searched for the Princess and Prince till after nightfall. A dragon keeper had found them deep in the dragon pit sleeping shoulder to shoulder under the wing of a relaxed Silverwing. Trying to retrieve the children was a hard challenge. Silverwing had been awoken by the royal family and dragon keepers entering her area of the pit. As if the children were eggs, she’d almost burnt a dragon keeper alive when she went to retrieve the children. The children remained there all night under Silverwing’s wing and the watch of three dragon keepers. Once the children had awoken, they were stinking of dragon and also gotten the most serious scolding from Rhaenyra on how dangerous and reckless they were. A family holiday wasn’t as thrilling being kept under watchful eyes the entire time.

Back in King Landing the Simple Princess quickly fell into the habit of being found constantly in the dragon pit with her dragon mount. The keepers constantly found her practicing her needlework, working on her High Valyrian, or working on her studies. Soon Prince Jacaerys became her partner in crime. Where Averillia was, Jacaerys would follow. Vermax also became familiar with Silverwing being his rider was constantly in close proximity with her rider. Being the ill-tempered beast he was he had thrown his own dragon tantrum and Silverwing had burnt a small bit of his tail scaring the young dragon. The children had broken into fits of giggles and laughter during the event.

The princess Rhaenyra had soon given birth to Prince Joffrey Velaryon. The young princess remembers seeing maids clean up blood along the halls from that day but didn’t know the reason. She also hadn’t known the reason for her friend to be leaving her. The little princess was distraught by the news of Jace and his family leaving. The little princess had puffy eyes during the departure of her sister's family, fearing she’d wouldn’t ever see them again.

The funeral hadn't been as gloomy as she thought they were supposed to be. She wasn't upset by the death of Laena Velaryon but also, she didn't know her. Averillia had only known her as her uncle Daemon's wife, also Jace and Luke's aunt though their father, Laenor. Many people from court also attended the funeral, they didn't seem to upset by the death of Laena Velaryon either. Averillia had found it a bis distasteful. If you didn't care for the one in the coffin, then why attended the funeral? The little princess had hoped that when the stranger comes for her that she'll be laid to rest by only her close relatives. Not made a spectacle about because she's from a powerful family.

She shouldn't worry about that now, since that's still many, many, many years away. Even if Lady Laena did pass away in childbirth meeting her end faster than when it was probably planned out for her. Averillia did have the fear of that being her fate, or more so her sisters. Helaena wasn't too much older than her and their mother had already started the planning on marrying her to Aegon. She found out after overhearing Aegon and Aemond's bickering over Helaena and her.

“Our silly sister, she confines herself to the womanly arts of needle work and etiquette then with anyone else. She’s a foolish girl, should have been sent to Oldtown with Daeron. She would have been made of better use there than here."

Hearing those words did hurt her feelings, she had known her brothers didn't favor her, but she wasn't useless. She had quickly left the funeral afterwards telling her mother she was feeling awfully ill. Which indeed she did start having an awful feeling in her belly, but she was confined to her bed for the rest of the evening or just left staring out the window of her room looking out at the landscape of Driftmark.

Once the sun had fallen behind the waves, she had decided she was done being couped up in her bedroom. She grabbed the bottom of her robe and nightdress and slowly made her way outside.

She walked along the stone paths to the beaches along the island. The air was indeed cold on the island, maybe a robe with sleeves would have been a better choice of clothing for this adventure. The princess had found her spot on the stretch of beach by the water. She picked at the small pieces of rocks and shells in the sand while taking in the colder air and salty smell.

"Illia?". The princesses head snapped around to find Jace standing by the edge of the line where the grass meets the sand. "Jace?", she answered. confused by him being outside. He was still dressed in his funeral clothes. "I didn't get to see you at the funeral today?", "I wasn't feeling well after we arrived, I guess I got seasick.". Jace had made his way up towards the princess as she answered him on her disappearance. "My brother gets seasick as well, and he had the shorter boat ride out of us." He sat down, next to the princess and she had gotten a good look at him and saw the puffy redness around his eyes.

"Have you been crying, Jace?", her hand reached up to move the bangs from his eyes for a clearer view. He immediately jumped back away from her hand, "Gods Illia, you're freezing!". The prince had been quick to remove his cloak and wrap her up in it. The princess had taken the extra layer without a second thought but still wanted an answer to her question. "You didn't answer my question, Jace.". Jace tightened his into a thin line before speaking. "Should you grieve for someone who's not your family?". Illia was a bit taken back by the question, "I suppose if you'd care for them enough, but there isn't a reason why you shouldn't. What has happened, Jace?".

"Sir Harwin. He died after he left. I shouldn't care, he wasn't related to us but still I-", "You shouldn't feel ashamed for that, Jace. You cared for him, and he very obviously cared for you. Theres nothing wrong with that.". Jace had sighed at her words. He knew she meant well but knew she hadn't realized the darker secret in his words.

"I have missed your company, Illia." He had turned to look at her when he said that. She gave him a small smile, "I have missed yours as well, even more now than ever...". Her eyes casted down to the darker water. "You seem to be the only person I'm not foolish too.". Illia had rested her head into her arms on her knees, hoping to hide her saddened look from Jace. "What on earth are you speaking of Illia? Who thinks you're foolish?", He moved closer in hopes of hearing her words more clearly over the sound of the waves.

"Aegon and Aemond, I heard them speak about it today at the funeral. Aegon said I'm a foolish girl who should have been sent to Oldtown, just as Daeron has. That I am of no use to the family, just a waste of space. I'm afraid that he may be right, I'll just be a useless girl who'll be married off to some old lord miles and miles away to solve father's political issues, in turn then birth the awful man heirs until I meet the stranger in a childbed - Illia had tears in her eyes at the words she repeated and of the fears she shared - or worse, I'll have to marry Aemond or Daeron. Just as mother has done with Aegon and Helaena." The little princess hides deeper into her arms only to see her golden hair wrap around her shoulders and arms.

"Is that why you had left the funeral early? Because of your foolish brothers? You know my mother wouldn't allow that Illia; she loves you. I also don't think you're foolish. You're just a girl. Aegon is a drunk who picks upon his siblings because he can't ever even try to do anything right. You bonded with the good Queen Alysanne's dragon mount at the age of six years old just because you didn't have a dragon, without the help of the dragon keepers either. -- he shakes her shoulders a bit to make her look at him -- You're an extortionary girl, Illia. A simple but extortionary girl.".

Illia's eyes have long dried, and she had started to smile more. "I truly did have an upset stomach though. But I have also truly missed you Jace." As soon as the girl had ended her sentence the screech of a dragon had been heard overhead of the prince and princess. Both looked to the night sky and seen the dragon of the late rider taken to air. A small but vivid outline of a person on the back of Vhagar.

"Jace... Who's claimed her?"

Both the prince and princess had run to the dragon pit to find an answer. They walked slowly into the pit to find Vhagar has landed and her rider dismount. "Who are you?", Jace's voice demanded into the hall of shadowy darkness. Slowly the figure walked into the light and revealed himself. "Aemond..."

"It's him!"

Behind them Rhaena, Baela, and Lucerys had walked into the pit. "Vhagar was my mother's dragon!" Rhaena had exclaimed, a look of pure anger was on the girl's face. "Your mother is dead! Vhagar has a new rider now." "Aemond! How can you be so cruel?", Averillia asked. "She was mine to claim!". "Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride - the boy looked from each prince to look right at Rhaena - it would suit you.". "Aemond!", Averillia screamed as Rhaena went to shove the blonde prince. He had thrown her to the ground, before he could turn back, he was hit hard across the face by Baela to which he returned the harmful action.

Averillia knew she shouldn't get involved but her brother had gone too far. The princess was fast to come to the aide of the two female cousins and go at her brother. She had gone for her brother's shoulders in a successful push, but she hadn't expected the boy to get a handful of her skirt and cause a tear in the gown's fabric. The boy had dragged his sister to the dirt in the action and quickly climbed on top of her. He had swung a quick hit to her head before being thrown off by Jacaerys. The boys fell back in the dirt and had swing after swing at each other.

Aemond had been able to roll them so that Jacaerys had been on the bottom rather than the top. Averillia had scrambled herself to stand up to see the turnover. Little Lucerys had decided to catch a taste of the fight and jumped right onto Aemond's back wrapping his arms around his neck. The blonde prince had stood up and shook his body trying to get the little prince to release his grip, in turn walking back into the blonde princess stepping upon her gown and causing the three to fall to the ground. Hitting the wall being the last one in the pile and little Lucerys had screamed at the impact of being sandwiched between the blonde siblings.

Jacaerys had grabbed the blonde prince and thrown him back to the ground throwing punch after punch. The two girls joined in the punching or at least Averillia thought they had; all she could hear was grunts and the sounds of thumping. Hair clung to the girls' face blocking her view from the ground. She heard someone fall to the ground and some more wrestling before a scream had been heard.

"You will die screaming in flames just as your father did!"

"Bastards"

Averillia had started to lift herself up and move her hair to see the sight of Aemond holding little Lucerys by the neck with a rock above his head. "My father is still alive!", Lucerys had cried. Hardly eligible with the snot, blood, and tears the small boy had all over his face.

"He doesn't know, does he, - Aemond had turned to Jacaerys - Lord Strong?". A smirk spread across Aemond's face at his final sentence. "Aemond... stop-", "Shut up Averillia! You're useless!". Aemond had spit back at the girl. Aemond had thrown the young prince to the ground before going at the elder brother. Averillia heard swishes of a blade cutting through the air before a loud thump was heard. Jacaerys had fallen right next to her in the dirt, "Jace?".

A rock suddenly came into view as Aemond smashed Jacaerys across the forehead with it. "No!", Averillia yelled as she had thrown dirt into her brother's eyes before giving him a good shove back. She turned her attention quickly to her only friend and head his bleeding head against her chest in hope of some sort of protection.

She heard the screams from behind her. A blood curdling scream. She lifted her head to find Aemond clutching his face and Lucerys standing above him.

Blood, dark blood mixed with the dirt under the blonde prince.

The halls of nine was quite dark no matter how tall the fire was. The small sounds of Aemond's flesh being sewn together was the only consistence of noise in the large hall.

"How could you allow this to happen? I will have answers!"

"The princes and princesses were supposed to be abed-'

"Who was on watch?"

"The young prince was attacked by his own cousins and sister, Your Grace."

"Averillia?"

Across the floor Averillia sat on what seemed to be a cushioned footstool as Jacaerys sat next to her; being held against her chest and Lucerys was on the floor hiding behind her exposed leg as if her leg would stop anymore danger to come to him. Her forehead had a nasty gash in her forehead from Aemond's ring and the back of her hair felt sticky. Her white nightgown was in ruins by the dirt, sand, water, blood, and the extreme tear along the side exposing her entire leg. Jace's blood was the major reason her golden robe was turning a dark red color. If her stomach hadn't hurt today, it surely did now in this very moment with her father and mothers intense staring at her.

A loud sound of the doors opening was heard and running footsteps were heard soon after getting the attention off of her and to whoever had walked into the room. Now the bloody blonde princess and dark-haired princes sat alone in the room.

"Jace?"

"Luke!" Fast foots steps were heard as Rhaenyra rushed towards her sons. "Show me.", Luke had rushed towards his mother fast as she crouched down to the princes and princess's level. "Oh gods, Illia!". Rhaenyra rushed to examine Jace and Illia's heads and faces through the blood and dirt. "Who's done this?"

The room bursts into screams from accusations from each child. Illia wanted to cry from her sorehead as she felt the pain of it all now as the room got louder.

"Silence!"

"He called us bastards..."

"Averillia. I want the truth of what happened."

"What else is there to hear? Your son was maimed, and her sons and our daughter were responsible." "It was a regrettable accident."

"The prince brought a blade to the ambush! He meant to kill my son!"

"It was my sons and sister who were attacked and forced to defend themselves! Vile insults were levied against my sons."

"What?"

"He called them bastards, Father.". Attention had turned to the young bloody princess sitting holding the elder equally as bloody prince. Aemond's eye had a scowled look in it before Rhaenyra had stepped more in front of all three of children after the attention shifted.

"My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace. This is the highest of treasons."

"You tell me boy. Where had you heard such insults."

"Where's Sir Laenor?" "I don't know, I had gone out to walk because I couldn't find sleep. I had found Illia's shoes and Jace's cloak on the beach shore and thought something must have been wrong."

Eyes were again on the bloody prince and princess as they slowly stood behind Rhaenyra. "You tell me Aemond. Where did you hear such slander?"

"From the Prince Jacaerys himself, Your Grace. He had confessed to Averillia right on the beach."

Gasps were heard across the room, all eyes turned to the bloody pair. "That's not true! Mother that is not what happened!", "Illia. Did my son tell you this?". "No, he did not Sister. I swear upon the old gods and the new."

"Of course she'll defend him! I wouldn't be surprised considering the fact that she had given herself to him on the beach. Look at the blood down her legs!"

"You lie! Mother that didn't happen!" Rhaenyra looked down and saw the bright red blood trickling down her young sisters exposed leg pooling at the floor. "Illia?". The young princess let out an ear-piercing cry at the sight. "You foolish girl! You ran around and decided to just give your virtue to some boy! You ruin yourself for your future!".

"That's not true. I didn't do it. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't."

Alicent continued to scream at the little princess in front of the entire room. Rhaenyra had taken to comfort her young sister. It was far too much blood for it to be her virtue. The young princess had gotten her first course. "Father! You must cease this!", Rhaenyra cried to try and aide her younger sister. "It wasn't her virtue; it's her monthly course, father. Please cease this!"

The room has gotten silent except for the small princess's cries.

"This matter has finished. As your king I demand it. Whoever decides to spread such accusations of my grandson's parentage or my daughter's condition; shall have their tongue removed."

"Sir Criston, bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon. If the King decides to ignore the transgression the Queen will not. He can choose which eye to keep; a privilege that wasn't granted towards my son."

Illia was shoved behind her sister at the demand. Illia had never truly been scared of her mother until this moment. More yelling had been heard before the ear-piercing scream of Luke was sounding in her ear drum.

Alicent, her mother. Was charging right at them with her father's blade. Illia was then pushed back by someone before tripping over the footstool she had been sat on earlier. Falling back to hit the floor hard.

"Illia?" "Illia, wake up! Oh gods! Call the Maester. Now!"

Averillia woke up in a room that wasn't hers. "Illia?"

Averillia opened her eyes more and saw her sister and nephews standing above her. Fabric had been shoved up Lukes's nose and Jace had his head wrapped in fabric as well. "Thank the Gods you have woken up Illia." Rhaenyra ran a hand over her head and held her chin after this. "You had taken a nasty fall last night, Sweet Girl."

Illia's eye just stared widely at Rhaenyra before getting increasingly glassy with tears. "Boys. Leave us at once. Go tell the Maester that she's awakened." A door closing had broken the small princess to fly into Rhaenyra's arms in chest wracking sobs. "Illia, sweet girl. What's the matter? What troubles you so badly?"

"I- I- I- n- n-noth- nothing hap- nothing happened between Jace and I sister! Pl- Please believe me!" The girl got out through hiccups and cries. Rhaenyra just sighed and cradled the girl closer to her, giving a gentle rocking as if she was a tiny babe. "I know that, Illia. The Maesters had confirmed last night that you did indeed start your womanly cycles, and also Jace told me what actually happened on the beach. I've raised Jace to be a more respectable man then that."

The little princess let out more cries, "I'm so-sorry, Rhae-", "Shh. Relax sweet girl. You've gotten nothing to be sorry about. Just try taking deep breathes. You're safe."

endnote: Thank you for reading! please let me know what you think of the story so far!

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MXTX college au

details/closeups under the cut

Xie Lian: Archaeology major with kinesiology minor. He has a focus in ancient weaponry and the evolution of weapons throughout various cultures. Known as the "scrap collector" because whenever he comes to digs, all he seems to find are rocks. Grew up a child/teen idol and was very popular. Had a major crisis in highschool when he was invited to a special retreat abroad for top students and came back home to find his parents dead and his home burned down. Took a few gap years as he picked up the pieces of his life and is finally ready to go back to school.

Hua Cheng: Double major in painting and sculpture. Grew up listening/watching the "Prince of Xianle" and it was his only solace for most of his childhood. He could never afford to buy official merch so he made his own, from t-shirts to figurines to posters. He'd even snuck into one of the shows by climbing in the rafters to the catwalk but ended up falling only to be caught by Xie Lian himself. When he first ran into Xie Lian on campus, lost and wandering while holding onto a map, Hua Cheng nearly fainted on the spot.

Wei Wuxian: Bioengineering major, music minor. He's definitely the odd one out in all the classes for his major. Everyone assumes that this weird theater kid stumbled into the wrong classroom. That is, until he answers every single question correctly. Unfortunately, knowing the material isn't the same as getting to class or turning in assignments on time. Neither of which he's been able to master. In his intro to music class, he found the guy who looked the least friendly and sat next to him (cause he was the MOST pretty).

Lan Wangji: Civics major, music theory minor. If he had it his way, he'd be a music major but unfortunately his obligation to his family forced him into a major he didn't really want. He plays in the college orchestra and is acclaimed for his perfect performances. He's even won awards for pieces he's composed. Everything was going exactly as his uncle had planned for Lan Wangji until that first class with Wei Wuxian. He fell hard and for the first time in his life, he struggled to stay composed.

[evagreen-stories]

The Forest Beauty | (Aemond x f!modern!reader) (part 1/?)

Summary: time traveler decides to live her new life out in the kingswood, avoiding the new world she finds herself in until an encounter with a certain one-eyed prince changes her life.

Warnings: dark!themes, dark!aemond, obsessive!aemond, book!aemond, no intimacy (smut starts with part 2), intro and first part are kinda a slow burn to introduce the storyline & character

Non-Canon Storyline: 3 years post war – greens won, Aegon's only son was k*lled and only has two daughters remaining, he cannot produce more heirs, Helaena is alive but depressed,Aemond serves as prince regent ever since Aegon got injured during the war and is chronically sick and getting weaker, Aemond is to inherit the iron throne soon, Aemond k*lled Alys Rivers along with all other strongs, Aemond broke the betrothal to Floris Baratheon when he became Prince Regent and won the war (Also, I'm not a native english speaker, please be patient with me)

Divider @targaryen-dynasty

< intro masterlist part 2 > (coming soon)

You wander around the woods, returning from another day of working in the city and coming closer and closer to your home when you start to feel uneasy, as if you’re not alone in the forest. You stop and listen, noticing the sound of footsteps close by. With careful steps you approach the sounds, noticing a head full of silvery hair between the trees and watching it carefully.

A man with an eyepatch, dressed in black leather clothes and carrying a long, sheathed sword on his hip. You monitor him carefully; his hands behind his back as he is gazing out into the treeline, he seems to be taking a stroll. But this deep within the forest?

You stalk him for a while, trailing his steps as you make sure to stay hidden. Too busy with staring at him you don't notice a branch on the ground, stepping on it and causing a loud *krack* sound.

The silver haired stranger turns around quickly, facing you and making eye contact. You know it's too late to hide now, as his lilac eye meets yours and a wicked smile forms on his lips

“Hello there, little one. Are you lost?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” You say, looking him up and down more closely now. He doesn’t look like someone that should be wandering this deep into the forest. You notice the tell-tale signs of a Targaryen. You’ve heard of them and noticed a few children with these features when you explored the street of silk once. But who exactly was this man standing in front of you right now?

His mouth twitches, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Oh, I am not lost, little lamb. Simply having a nice stroll to take my mind off the stress of ruling. May I ask who I have the pleasure of finding so deep in the woods?”

“No, you may not.” You answer, staying wary of the stranger. You’re starting to connect the emblems on his clothes and scabbard with the ones you’ve seen on royal guards patrolling the city before, this man must be one of the princes. “You should leave. These woods aren’t a place for a pretty prince like you.”

“My, my, my. So confrontational. Why the defensiveness, my beautiful little lamb? Are you hiding something?” He steps closer to you, his voice now has a hint of danger in it.

“No one wanders this part of the woods. You’re better suited closer to the city.” You say, trying to sound more polite than before, quickly understanding the prince might not appreciate the disrespect.

“Ah, yes, no one wanders this part of the woods. Well, that only makes me wonder how a pretty little lamb like you got herself as deep in here as I did. Unless, of course, you are not alone.” His eye leaves yours, scanning along the tree line before stepping closer once again.

“Relax, this is no ambush. Unless you keep on intruding on my space, then it just might.” You say sternly, hoping to play into his paranoia and get him to leave quickly.

“I do so wish I could believe you, little lamb.” His eye still scans over the tree line as his hand falls to the hilt of his sword. “How do you expect me to relax when a beautiful girl like you is all alone in the woods? You couldn’t have gotten this far without help.”

“I have. You don’t think all that dirt and tools on me are for decoration, do you?” You say, gesturing to the axe tied to your belt, knifes dangling off the bag you carry that’s strung over your chest.

“And what exactly did I catch you doing all alone in the woods, little lamb?” His voice is firm now, eye narrowing as he takes a closer look at you, trying to judge you.

You remain quiet for a few moments before deciding to answer truthfully. “I live here.”

“You live here, little lamb?” His eye scans over you once more. “YOU live in the woods?” His voice is filled with equal measures of surprise and disbelief.

“I do.” You say affirmingly. “And I’m not fond of guests.”

“A woman alone in the wild? No man to protect her? No family?” His disbelief is evident in his voice and expression. “I cannot imagine how a beautiful woman like you has endured out here.”

Upset at his words, you feel anger starting to boil deep inside of you. Women in this time are still property to be owned, another reason why you decided to live out here, away from society. “Cut the feigned sympathy. I live just fine out here.”

“But is it really living, little lamb? Living in the wild? Surely a woman of your beauty must desire the comfort and luxuries of civilization. Do you feel no desire to start a family, to have someone care for you and protect you?” His tone seems kinder now, almost caring, although his disbelief is still clear and you cannot shake the feeling of danger coming from him.

Suspicious at his invasive nature you raise an eyebrow. “What is this? A tea party to exchange gossip?”

“Oh no, little lamb. You are a most fascinating creature and you have sparked my interest. I am merely trying to find out more about who you are.”

“I’m not interested in conversation-“

“Now, now, little lamb, we’ve come this far already. It wouldn’t be very polite to turn down a crown prince like this.” His eye narrows, an obvious predatory hint in his voice as his hand tightens on the hilt of his blade. “It’s appalling for a citizen to turn down their crown prince, my dear little lamb.”

You tighten your jaw, nervous at the sudden turn this situation has taken but unwilling to comply with his orders. “I am not a citizen of yours-“

“Everyone is a citizen of mine!” His words are soothing with anger as his patience has reached its limit and he pulls the blade from its sheath. “Now come closer little lamb. I’ll help you back to the city where you belong, where it’s safe.” He begins to stalk towards you, his dark gaze fixed upon you.

You take a few steps back before you turn around and start running, using the the fact you know these woods like no other to lure him away from where your home is before skillfully outmaneuvering him in the thick forest, hiding successfully in a small cave. The silver haired man tries to follow you, you can hear him yell profanities and curse words as he struggles to keep up with you, eventually getting caught up in the thicket and falling behind. "Damn you!" Aemond shouts as he breaks free of the branches and finds himself standing in a clearing with no sign of the little Lamb in sight. Where the hell did she go? Damn this forest. Damn her.

He inelegantly shoves his sword back into its casing, taking a last long look around the scenery before begrudgingly turning around to make his way back to the city.

The rest of his day is plagued by thoughts about her, remembering every single detail about his encounter with this strange, wild little Lamb. She lives in the woods all alone, with no one to care for her? Surely, he thinks to himself, no one would truly want to do that.

She did seem awfully skilled at maneuvering the trees and avoiding my chase. Could she truly be completely alone? He wonders, staring into the lit fireplace of his chambers, his finger mindlessly tapping along the rim of the almost drained cup in his hand. His interest in the little lamb was definitely piqued. He would venture out into the woods to find her again once his duties allowed him to.

time skip / two weeks have passed

Things went back to normal after the encounter with the stranger, you didn’t see him again, but you did make sure to be extra cautious about your surroundings at all times, avoiding all travelers for the time being.

You’re sitting on a boulder in the river, only your ankles in the water as you sharpen your axe using whet stones from the river while waiting for the fish you caught this morning to finish smoking. You’re deep in thoughts as when you notice an unusual rustling of leaves behind you and catch a glimpse of the familiar silver head through the trees.

Here we go again.

The silver haired man had been stalking the Kingswood once again as he had done for several days since he encountered the strange little Lamb the first time. Searching for any hints as to where she lived, so that he could go back and speak with her again.

His hope was running low when then he finally saw her again, sitting in the river, tending to her tools. His heart skipped multiple beats, he couldn’t quite explain why he felt like this.

Still, she is the only one this far into the woods. No one around to protect her, just like when he had met her last time. This woman was a mystery he was most eager to solve. He slowly and deliberately stalked over to her, taking great care to be as sneaky and quiet as possible.

Even though you had noticed him immediately you keep focusing on your tool, pretending you hadn't noticed him as he approaches, hiding behind the last tree that provides him with cover before he would have to step out into the open.

"What is it you want?" You ask after a while, your voice loud and clear while your eyes are still focused on the task at hand. His attempts to remain hidden are more amusing than anything else.

The man was startled but quickly covers his reaction with his typical demeanor, standing proud with his hands behind his back as he steps out of the tree line and approaches the mysterious beauty carefully, as if trying not to startle her. She had quite a sharp ear. Although, he should have known better. If this little lamb had survived by herself in the woods, hearing the noises of the trees and animals was a skill she must have honed greatly.

Once he’s only a few feet away he stops abruptly, contemplating his choice of words before he speaks in a friendly yet stern manner. "You are quite perceptive little Lamb."

He remains quiet for a while. You’re still focused on your tool, not looking up, as you probe him further. "Speak. I know you've been following me for a while."

“I was simply fascinated with your lifestyle after our last encounter, that is all." He comes a few steps closer, enough to look at her properly, but not so close as to make himself a threat. "Why do you live out here, by yourself? Away from civilization and society?"

"Because I wish to do so." You say, now leaning forward to wash off the freshly sharpened axe in the river water.

"But is there no other reason little Lamb? You do not get... lonely? You do not yearn for society or friends? This forest is cold, dark, and dangerous." The mans voice seems filled with what seems like genuine concern for your welfare.

"The forests seem like that only to those who aren't welcome in them." You say, now looking up at him for the first time this conversation. "What do I get out of sharing my life story with you?"

Aemond's eyebrow quirked slightly at your words. Your words were not aggressive but they were not exactly kind or welcoming either. „You get to answer your crown prince a few questions that have been gnawing on his mind for a while. Who could say it wouldn’t be worth it?”

“I could say. The less people know about me, the better. Easier to stay hidden that way.”

Aemond stays silent after she says that, thinking over her words in his head. Stay hidden from what? From whom? What could make her feel that she must remain hidden... "Tell me, my little Lamb. Who are you hiding from?" Perhaps after finding out that one thing, he can put this obsession to rest.

"Men like you." You answer, now shifting your attention back to your tools, reaching back into the river to fetch out another whet stone to sharpen a big knife now.

"Men like me?" His eye narrows. " I am no threat to you. What could possibly have led you to believe that? You are alone so deep in the woods and I have not shown you any hostility... yet."

"No hostility?" You say laughing. "Chasing me with your sword was what then? A local friendship ritual I’m not familiar with?"

"Oh, I was simply trying to get you to stop and talk to me. That is all." He says, a small smile gracing his lips at her words. He found her laughter quite endearing.

“Didn’t work very well now, did it?”

"No I suppose not," His smile grows slightly, he finds this strange little Lamb's demeanor quite intriguing. He was never great at interacting with women, but this one seemed comfortable in his company, at least somewhat. Even if she was also incredibly untrusting and suspicious of him, or of men in general. He looks at her intently, savouring her smile as he knows his next words will wipe it right off her face again.

“I want to know more about you. I will not leave until you tell me more.” He says and as predicted, her cheeky smile gets replaced with a frown again.

“I told you, I won’t-“ he interrupts her quickly, almost pleading with her, “I know, I know. But I need to know. I cannot rest at night. I will not tell anyone about you. Whatever you tell me, it will not have any consequences, I swear it.”

You sigh deeply, pondering his words. You couldn’t care less for telling your story, the possibility of sharing too much lingering in the back of your mind. Then again, perhaps this is just what you needed. Sharing a bit of your true self with someone after having to carefully craft a fake persona and uphold it for the past two years. “Fine then. What is it you want to know?”

His eyes light up at that statement as he takes his time deciding which one of his many questions he should ask first. “Your accent, it seems out of place. Are you not from here?”

You immedily begin to regret your decision to talk to him, struggling to find a way to phrase the truth in a way it doesn’t sound too outlandish. “No, I am not. I come from a land far away, you wouldn’t know it.”

“Did you come alone?”

“Sort of. I came here with others but they… forgot me. Or maybe they are just unable to return. I wouldn’t know.”  You say, looking out into the flowing river as you remember.

“Forgot you? Why would your family just forget you?”

“They weren’t my family. They were… people I knew. We went here and they left, never to return, at least not until today. They probably told my family I died.” What had they told your family? You often wondered it. The changes of the seasons and moons made it easy for you to tell how much time had passed here, in this world. Did as much time pass back home? Was your family even informed of what truly happened or were they waiting back home for a sign of life that would never come, with no way of knowing your fate?

Aemond is quiet for a while, processing this information. “How long have you been here?”

“I’ve been here two winters already, the coming one will be my third.”

“THAT long?” He blurts out, mind racing. “You have survived here alone all this time, out in this forest, with no family or friends? How?”

A slight smile tugs at the corner of your lips, amused by his disbelief. “Yes, I have. I’m friendly with some of the farmers around here and some merchants. I was fortunate, really, that I was stranded here with a few tools and a bit of money.”

“That could not have been enough to make you survive here. The winters can be hard, as can be nature itself. I don’t know a single woman that would be able to survive like this even with all the tools in the world.”

“I suppose you’re right.” You shrug. This is your normal, all you knew for most of your life, you often forget just how unusual it really is. “I come from a family of farmers. We lived far out, away from civilization, and I learned a lot about nature that way. I am, or was, my parents only child. I spend many years of my childhood in the forest with my dad. He was an avid fisher and knew all the ways around the forest, while my mom taught me all about her knowledge of herbs. She was a healer of sorts.” 

Your smile returns as she recalls all her fond memories of home. Oh, how you wished you’d never left the farm. “They bred, trained, and sold horses too. I was strapped to a saddle on my own horse before I could even walk.”

His face shifts from one of shock to one of sympathy. He could tell by your words and the tone your voice takes that you missed home dearly. “And you have no way back?”

“No.” You state plainly. Do you? Truthfully, you do not know, but you surely hope you do.

“Why? If I give you coin for passage, can you go back home?”

“I’m afraid its not that easy.” You huff, struggling to make up an answer to this question. “Unless they come get me, I have no way back. I… I’m done talking about this.” You say, now shaking your head.

He wants to press further but understands he shouldn’t, not if he’d like to keep you talking. “Well then… What are you planning to do here then? You can’t just stay out here forever.”

“Why not?” You conter. “I’ve gotten comfortable out here. I know my way around the woods and can survive quite well out here. I’ve come to appreciate my little life out here quite a lot, actually.”

“Is this really life or is this survival? What about finding a family of your own, what about children?”

You sigh deeply. “I may not have answers to all those questions yet, but I do now I’m content here for now. I have no duties here, no bills to worry about. I just need to figure out my next meal and get to enjoy nature the rest of the time with all the peace and quiet it offers me.”

The change of topic strikes a chord in you, one you didn’t realise was as sensitive as it seems to be. The prospect of having to live out the rest of your days in this time is one that seemed more and more realistic and the question of what you would actually do for the next twenty, forty, sixty years of your life was one burning in the back of your mind more and more frequently.

“I’m done talking for today. You may leave now.” You dismissed the prince, frustration growing inside you.

He is not happy about this, his expression shows this as much as the tone of his voice. “Leave? I just arrived. You can’t just send me away.”

“I do not wish to tell any more stories.” You state. Just as he begins to talk again you turn to face him quickly, looking at him for a few seconds before proposing a compromise. Maybe you just needed some time to gather your thoughts and calm the inner turmoil you can feel bubbling deep inside your chest right now. “How about this: If you can find me again, I will answer you more questions. Anything you want.”

His jaw clenches as he lets out a long sigh. This is not how he wanted this conversation to end but he could tell from her expression that she seemed exhausted and the prospect of getting to ask anything he wanted seemed tempting enough to agree. “Fine then. I will seek you out again soon, but I will not rest until I have all my answers. You must swear you will not avoid me again.”

“I swear it.” You answer, a reassuring smile on your lips. “Have a safe travel back, my prince.”

She had been speaking so freely all this time that hearing her address him properly caught him off guard for a moment. He stands still in place, watching her a bit longer, before begrudgingly turning around to leave after bidding a small goodbye.

As he walks away you turn around slightly, watching the swaying of his silver hair until it disappears completely between the trees. A long, deep sigh escapes your lips as you resume your tasks for the day, thinking about all the questions he asked and what you really wanted from your life now.

You were honest, you did love your life as it was now, but sometimes the solitude did get to you as well. A craving for the love and closeness your family had brought you. As much as you cursed the prince when you had first met him, maybe having his attention on you could be a good thing after all.

He thought his mind would be calmed after speaking to her but to his dismay, the opposite had happened. His head is filled with questions still and worse so, genuine worry about her wellbeing. Yes, his little lamb had survived well by herself, but the confirmation that she was truly alone out there was deeply unsettling to him. When he is laying in bed that night, he realised just how little he knew about her. He didn’t know where she lived – did she have a house or did she sleep under the stars? He had never even asked her name. What would it be? If she is from far away, it surely was exotic.

He keeps tossing and turning that night, the picture of her smiling face filling his mind, even more so when he closes his eye, as if he can see even clearer when the world isn’t distracting him. He tries to sleep but he swears he hears her laugh, still as clear and comforting as it had been when he heard it the first time. A sound so sweet it could lull him to sleep, if only there wasn’t the gaping emptiness next to him, reminding him of your absence, of the fact you’re all alone out there. If something happened to you tonight, would he ever find out? He could not bear the thought of it.

His night stays restless. He falls asleep again and again, dreaming vividly about the way your cheeks rounded when you smiled at him, about the freckles on your nose, the small dimples that appeared under your cheeks when you smiled and over your lips when you pursed your lips in dismay at another thing he said.

It was improper, he knew that much. For a prince, the heir to the throne, to be so enchanted by a forest dweller. Nevertheless, his heart skipped a beat every time he had laid his eyes on her. His mind went back to think about all your interactions at every chance it got, even in the midst of important meetings. He was a devoted and proper man; he knew better and yet, something about her felt so fundamentally right that a future without her seemed wrong.

When the first rays of sunshine broke though his windows he had made his decision. He would go to see her again and this time, he would not leave her behind. He could not. He will find her and bring her – well, where? Somewhere, anywhere he knows she is safe, where he knows he can find her whenever he wants to see her. He will figure it all out, he will find a way to make this work.

His feet soon carry him through the castle, unaware of where he is going until he finds himself in front of two wooden doors. The kings, his brothers, chambers.

Currently editing the next part, that one will be 18+! Second series about Aemond x reader coming soon as well (currently proof reading chapter one)!

[ozzo-the-wozzo]

A VERY long theory post on how Miraculous might handle the possibility of Marinette losing her memories, based on… 90s Sailor Moon!

So I am a HUGE fan of 90s Sailor Moon, and it’s pretty well known that the show serves as a huge inspiration for Miraculous alongside other shows! Anyway, they have an amnesia arc at the start of the 2nd story arc of that show, and seeing the Marinette amnesia crumb planted in the latest ml episode, as well as the fact we’re in the 2nd story arc of ml, I have a sneaking suspicion that sailor moon’s amnesia arc can be drawn from for speculation on anything they might do with Marinette!

BIG spoilers for Sailor Moon below, and without further ado, here we go:

SO, let’s start with a summary of everything that happens in 1st arc of Sailor Moon that provides necessary context of the amnesia arc. You can skip past this section to the parts in pink that have the actual theory if you want, but this context helps make things less confusing:

1) Usagi gets assigned to be a sailor guardian by this cat called Luna (You can see her as a mix of Tikki and Master Fu, but she mostly serves the same role as Tikki in the show), and throughout the season other girls get assigned to be sailor guardians and they become part of this big ass friend group.

2) Meanwhile, Usagi and her love interest, Mamoru, hate each other in their civilian forms throughout the season, but as heroes she had a big crush on him as his persona ‘Tuxedo Mask’, who would come and save her if she was having trouble in a fight. In other words, lowkey og love square but if they were enemies as civilians:

3) Anyway, this all comes together at the end of the first arc where Usagi and Momoru have a reveal (quicker than miraculous, I know) and in turn find out they were the moon princess and earth prince in a past life. After this reveal, Mamoru gets mind controlled by the villain and turns evil, and when everyone going on a mission to save him and defeat the big villain, it ends with EVERYONE EXCEPT USAGI DYING. She has to use a power to defeat the villain that causes her to die as well, but not before she MAKES A WISH FOR HER AND HER FRIENDS TO HAVE A NORMAL LIFE THAT REWRITES THE UNIVERSE, causing the arc to end with EVERYONE’S MEMORIES WIPED, INCLUDING USAGI.

Already, I’m sure you can see the similarities that are arising, but onto the 2nd arc + how I think this will tie together:

During the 2nd arc, we start with basically a refresh of the show with Usagi having her memories wiped as per the wish, but due to evil arising once more, LUNA (who, again, I compared to tikki) has to restore her memories to have her fight evil again. Usagi then wants to restore the others memories desperately so that she won’t be alone, but doesn’t want them to give up their normal lives and be put in harms way. Also, she tries to get Mamoru to fall in love with her again, but since he lost his memories, he doesn’t like her anymore, like he did at the start of season one:

So what do I think will happen? I don’t necessarily think EVERYONE’s memories will be wiped like in sailor moon, nor will a wish to rewrite the universe be involved, at least not YET. BUT, I do think that the reveal will happen, Marinette will lose her memories after a fight (possibly in a fight involving evil Adrien like in the Sailor Moon), and then Alya, Adrien, and Tikki will be hesitant to restore her memories when all is said and done because she has finally become a NORMAL GIRL, with a NORMAL LIFE, and they don’t want to take that from her.

THE PHRASING OF THE INTRO BEING SOOO SIMILAR TO USAGI’S WISH IN SAILOR MOON IS CRAZY, and idk it feels like this could be such a cool idea, especially if by this point the public has turned on the old ladybug for lying and they want to try and spare Marinette from that! IT ALSO PARALLELS MARINETTE SHIELDING ADRIEN FOR HIS PROTECTION, WITH HER NOW ON THE RECEIVING END (it’s worth noting Mamoru being left in the dark is a big thing sailor moon season one as well, no so much an insecurity of his but bro doesn’t know anythingggg compared to Usagi for awhile).

THIS WOULD ALSO PROLONG REVEAL SHENANIGANS LIKE IT DID IN SAILOR MOON !! Again, Usagi had to try and make Mamoru fall in love with her again without telling him anything, and this becomes the man focus of the first arc of the season!!! (Mamoru also has a part of him that gets separated from his physical form and becomes an alternate version of tuxedo mask to protect her despite his memory loss, but I don’t think they’ll rope that in lol.)

Guys I know this is a little out there and INSANE but I am SO convinced of this at least being mirrored a LITTLE bit in the show, especially since, as you can see, a LOT was pulled from this show already for miraculous. Here’s to the crazy amnesia arc we might get that might break our hearts… I’m sat! (also watch sailor moon bc clearly if you’re a miraculous fan you’ll LOVE it).

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god… rewatching neverafter again

and the intro scenes are a mixed bag in terms of terror

rosamund is kind of freaky with the vines and the dead princes, but then we have gerard’s, which is very amusing. pib’s is also pretty funny. mother goose’s is dark bc his son is dead, but they still joke about the gander

then we get to ylfa. and brennan and emily show the darkest and saddest origin story i have ever seen for little red riding hood. a little girl, lost in every way possible, confused and alone and scared, begging her mother to let her in, and her mother refuses. her mother says that her daughter is dead and gone and a monster stands in her place. ylfa doesn’t want to be a monster. she wants to go home. but she is different, and her home turns on her, and that betrayal turns her on them. she huffs and she puffs and she blows the family that left her for dead away

and pinocchio. pinocchio whose mother is a shadow in a doorway. pinocchio who became a boy by being good, only to lose that gift by lying to save his father. pinocchio who loves his father enough to lie, and must now keep on lying to serve a woman he has never even looked in the eyes

there’s something very fitting about the children in this fairy tale land having the most horrifying stories. those stories about children straying from the path or needing to never tell a lie or misbehave in order to be real, they’re meant as warnings. be good, children, or you’ll never have the respect that adults get. be good, or the monsters in the shadows will come for you. be good, or you’ll die

in a season that was meant to be horror but was subverted by the players knowing the theme, i appreciate even more the darker corners of the story

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𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄 ━ seventeen and so close to the true power of the kingdom of the sirens , her voice vibrates with malicious venom . like a true siren , she stands untethered to any force , her only fear being the loss of her throne to being queen at the age of only eighteen . too young , some must say , but she's smarter than them , more cunning , more beautiful . she addictive , not like a drug , but like the water that lures the most thirsty people under .

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 ━ all she ever wanted was to dance , really . watching the humans from shore use their two legs to keep balance as they danced amongst themselves or in groups by the shore . it was like a taunt to her kind , to her dreams . but a girl like her , a siren like her , couldn't keep an art form from distracting her away from the kingdom that sunk below the island .

　　　　　　　　 　 “ if there is anything to believe in , it's you ”

𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 ━ wonder takes form in the prince of isola di marevia , the child who seemed to be more intrigued by the waves that kissed his shoreline than anything else . being a prince was his second duty , surfing was his first . any chance he could acquire , he was out the door in the steady pace to go challenge the waves . the foolish prince didn't lose his love for the waves even when he lost his footing on his surfboard one starry night , sinking him below . under , deeper , and gone . just for a minute until someone , or something , he had never even dreamt of in his wildest dreams had saved him . ( matt sturniolo )

relationship things : siren x human , princess x prince , forbidden love , etc !

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[atiny-for-life]

Creative Spotlight #1: Kim Hongjoong

Masterlist

Intro: With so many new Atinys coming in, I figured now would be a good time to shed some light on all the boys' creative solo projects over the years, big and small.

Photography

Hongjoong's love for photography goes way back to his predebut days. In one of the first videos ever uploaded to their channel, you can already see him holding a camera on the set of Pirate King.

2 years ago, in 2022, he got to announce his first photo exhibition, FROM NOVEMBER 7, 1998, as a birthday present to himself, which took place from November 1st to 7th at gallery99 and was used to collect money for charity.

There was no entrance fee but spots had to be reserved online to ensure there'd be no dangerous crowding. During the exhibition, there was a little event planned for all attendees in which fans could collect points which were then converted to money that was later donated under Hongjoong and Atiny's name. The total donated amount was 10 million won!

In Logbook Episode 101, we got to see Hongjoong visit the exhibition himself and take a stroll through memory lane.

Due to the success of the 2022 exhibition, Hongjoong held another one last year which took place between November 3rd and 9th, 2023, and was titled A Walker - the event was accompanied by the release of an original song and led to the donation of 50 million won under Hongjoong's and Atiny's name to the Korea Childhood Leukemia Foundation.

BY. HONGJOONG

Back in 2018, Hongjoong shared during their stay in LA as KQ Fellaz, that he barely went to school since he already started producing music during his high school days. And yes, this is during the same tear jerking monologue where he calls Ateez his family for the first time and says he needs to hurry so he can see their sleeping faces before he goes to bed.

The first time we get to see Hongjoong fully in action as a producer is during his first 1-Day-Vlog in 2020 in which he's working on his Prince cover (more on that in a second).

But now to the main event: Hongjoong has an entire series going where he covers some of his all time favorite songs. Whenever he does, he likes to make the songs his own by recording his own instrumental track and typically adding an additional Korean rap verse with self-written lyrics highlighting his interpretation of the song's message.

Kicking things off with Space Oddity by David Bowie, a classic.

Side Note: As a lover of unisex clothing/androgyny, Hongjoong is likely not just inspired musically by Bowie, but also fashion wise. You can learn more about Bowie's influence on the climate surrounding gender and sexuality here.

Dressed in white, matching both his hair and the background, Hongjoong turned himself into a clean canvas on which he projected first footage of Bowie and later some floating orbs - it's very aesthetic.

Between the original verses and chorus, he placed a Korean rap verse in which he writes from Major Tom's perspective and laments his mental state while stuck alone in outer space, asking ground control to tell his mom he loves her while stating he still appreciates the beauty of space but feels lost and lonely all by himself.

Next up, we've got Purple Rain by Prince, another classic.

Side Note: Like Bowie, Prince too was famous for being androgynous in how he presented himself and toying with what society deemed masculine and feminine. He's famous to this day among the queer community for how persistently he defied gender norms and labels. Learn more about him here.

Instead of filming himself, we get a lyric video this time, fully kept in pastel lavender. Once again, Hongjoong added a rap verse of his own in which he speaks to a lost friend, talking about how he hopes that, even though they're apart now, his friend will still recall him as being sincere and that they can still think of each other fondly and remember the good times.

In a far more elaborate production, we've got Black or White by Michael Jackson up next.

Using green screen and multiple outfits, we get a fun spectacle of a little passion project featuring multiple versions of Hongjoong, background collages, emojis, and more:

Despite being shorter than the other covers, we still get the signature rap verse preceded by his famous giggle and, this time, he's got quite a bit to say.

Diving into the lyrics, he talks about how we're all different colors. Colors which are meant to be mixed. Our roots don't define us. Throughout life, we'll all get mixed up with each other, as we should. He doesn't want to see us divided. To quote: "What's wrong with you, babe? Stop it. You've already experienced the 20th century. Blah blah by dividing groups."

The song ends with the rap verse before the video dives into the making of in which Hongjoong specifically addresses his intent to talk about social issues like Michael Jackson famously used to while he was alive (think: They Don't Really Care About Us).

So long time by Yoon Jong Shin comes next with a sepia-toned video featuring Hongjoong at a grand piano. It's a pretty ballad highlighting his vocals and the use of multiple camera angles allows us to watch him play.

Shortly before we hit the 2 minute mark, Hongjoong gets up and we transition from the shot of the piano to a cassette player while the audio shifts to the original for a moment before Hongjoong returns.

We've reached the rap verse where he mourns a lost love, speaking of memories he can't let go of, even as he pretends everything is okay. He's cold and lonely now, a little mad at himself for continuously getting lost in the memories, and calls himself a fool before we return to the cover-part of the song.

At 3:58, the song wraps up and we've reached the making of section of the video where he talks about how his cover stems from the idea of a time machine taking you through the song, with the first verse (playing the piano) being the past, the rap verse symbolizing the present, and the memories then taking back over as he gets lost in them, leading to the piano's return.

Next up, we've got Last Christmas by Wham! which opens to a short clip of Hongjoong's acting on a pretty Christmas film set before we transition to a simple white back drop.

This time, the signature rap verse comes in early at 50 seconds with a little giggle before he talks about leaving the past in the past and moving on, letting the snow settle over painful memories.

However, this time, we also get a second rap verse at 1:45, where it becomes clear he hasn't moved on at all, plus a Korean vocal section at 2:43 which carries through to the end. Here, he highlights even further that he hopes they'll reconnect next winter so they can leave the painful past behind and live out a shared future.

Hongjoong in his emo era. This is the first Ateez-related video I've ever seen because I was born in '96 and my emo phase never ended so of course this was recommended to me when it was first released.

Numb by Linkin Park got the full Hongjoong treatment and was even reported on by Rolling Stone, quote:

The cover began trending on social media and YouTube within hours of its release, but the true prize came a day later when it caught the attention of Linkin Park themselves. The rock band’s official Twitter account ‘liked’ the post on ATEEZ’s page, with co-founder and vocalist Mike Shinoda confirming on a livestream that he’d seen and enjoyed the cover. As of this writing, Hongjoong’s version of “Numb” has over half a million views on YouTube and has garnered tremendous praise from Linkin Park’s fans.

We get the black eye makeup and nail polish, the plaid half skirt, the dramatic music video with fake fog and red lighting. The rap verse comes in hard, talking about getting mentally weighed down by an abuser and finally breaking free, cutting the ties.

As a long time Linkin Park fan, I love how unique this cover is and Chester would've loved it too I'm sure. I wish he could've seen it.

Fools Garden's Lemon Tree is another classic and I come back to it on the regular because the video has such a unique vibe and the song is famous for getting stuck in your head.

The video features Hongjoong alone in a house surrounded by colorful toys and games, bored out of his mind and visibly seeking a distraction from life but failing to find something, no matter how out of pocket his thinking gets.

Shoutout to the license plate - it's the release date of the song, November 3rd, 1995.

At 1:33, Hongjoong sprints off to the basement which is doused in red and we get a warped version of his signature giggle before the rap verse kicks in. The camera work in this section reminds me a bit of his rap verse in Not Okay.

While down there, he gets more and more deranged, talking about being locked up day by day, imprisoned, losing track of time, but being unable to break out. Instead of trying to escape, he just attempts to distract himself, listening to sad songs on a loop until his pain disappears and his world switches back to yellow.

Busking Event

In 2021, Hongjoong decided to put together a busking event featuring live performances of some covers, plus acoustic versions of some of their songs. Accompanying him were both Ateez and Maddox. You can find the full playlist here:

Collaboration

3 months ago, Chungha made a return to the music scene after escaping her former label and chose Hongjoong as a collaboration partner for her new debut. Beyond his rap verse, she also incorporated a move from Crazy Form in the choreography (she's lovely):

[gobliiine]

Chicago Live Show spoilers under the cut! (Will probably edit and add more)

Click at your own risk!

For starters- fucking Liam Heartbreak Prince O’Brien said one single line as Vax and I absolutely burst into tears. He has his family again and they’re still them :’)

Insane but not surprising that all of the voting options that included an m9 member, that character won the vote lmaoooooo I was stuck on Liam’s characters until I remembered there was no way Caleb wasn’t winning so I voted orym

Also I would die for Robbie fucking Daymond

I recognized his voice in the announcement at the top and just assumed he recorded a nice little intro for them and when he came out I LOST my damn MIND. It was such a pleasant surprise lmao- and he’s not even scheduled for C2e2!

Although now that I’m thinking about it during the live backstage pass when the camera was on Ashley and whoever was with her (I don’t remember) I think Marisha briefly said something about making sure to leave someone out which MUST have been him

But his speech in the second half where he talked directly to the audience was SO sweet and I just. Need him to stay forever he is such an asset to this group

Edit: oh my god I’m going insane over the fact that Bells hells is apparently still on the run due to the vitriol of the faithful. Is it unwarranted? Absolutely not but LET MY CHILDREN REST 😭 PLEASE GOD LET THEM REST

Anyways that was the MOST fun and I will be back when they inevitably have another live show in like 5 more years lmaoooo

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@roxxywolf-multiversa

@pretentious-media

@omgitscheez

@newsbelltoday

@thewindyoubargainedfor

@imisslifebefore2016

@thefloralmenace

@irisbleufic

@iamnotjules

@dashoulinas-fandom-dump

@itsitadclioverihere

@lavender-witch128

@cannibalisticdespairi

@0gl1tch0

@raeprise

@hallucinating-at-the-disco

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@37x3

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@nicoswilltolive

@belovedrat

@nickelw

@traaansfem

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FIC REC LIST FOR DIMILIX WEEK

Intro - I tried to pick out some samplings of fics that I read multiple times and/or are interesting and unique!  But caveat that my tastes tend to run along the supernatural / fantastical more than canon-adjacent.  I said it before but I enjoy Felix having to confront the (literal / metaphorical) darkness of Dimitri, and I also enjoy things like Felix being clowned on.  Also - Faerghus being wild and woolly and full of old traditions is neat.

I also have A/B/O in here because - Felix getting clowned on, as it were.

Also I apologize - I made this list between shoveling snow and other things so I probably missed some or didn’t explain well and so on and so on.  You should 1000% check out all the authors on this list and see all their stuff!

Modern AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22413316 fortunate, favored Dimilix at a Lunar New Year party.  NSFW.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21877516

vibe check

and

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23262622 good vibes Dimitri and Felix. And vibrators. NSFW.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26671909 Not to Sound Like a Broken Record Band-focused fic about breakups and makeups.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26737411 the second of our reign NSFW where there is a political campaign with Felix being on one side and Dimitri on another.  

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28025745 Like Cordon Bleu Band AU where Felix can’t stand a guy but has a crush on another guy.  They’re the same guy (Dimitri)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25010233/chapters/60561016 press # for the beast Felix calls a sex worker on a dare.  Things go from there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53952490 home, in particular Modern AU where Felix has a crisis about Dimitri’s MILF status

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46396942/chapters/116816452 every color turned blue A modern AU with Grindr and Felix getting jealous of… himself

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54299959 the tatters of the king Unfinished.  Felix and Dimitri must work together to solve a grisly murder!

Fantasy / Sci-Fi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24720016 courtship Explicit and surreal/horror/sex.  Crest chicanery leads to monsters meeting and mating in the woods.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23602126/chapters/56637295 Orpheus Unfinished.  Dimitri is trapped in a fortress and his own indulgences and Felix has to drag him out.  (mostly) SFW

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43547191 the salt water and the sea strands Short-ish fairy tale about Felix uninterested in wedding anyone unless they complete impossible tasks and a mysterious stranger that accomplishes them.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27113314/chapters/66207775 (Find Me) In The Drift Dimilix Big Bang fic based off of Pacific Rim

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27822508 It's so Cold Outside. Would You Open Up? Let Me Inside? Dark fairy tale where Dimitri is a vampire and Felix has been letting him pine for quite some time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29464983 here, now, despite it all Star Wars AU with lots of action and drama

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51480841/chapters/130102930mazemerizing Felix must search through the labyrinth to find a monster… and then have monster relations.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35846263 yours frogly A Prince(ss) and the Frog AU!  

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35788048 the knight, the monster, and the prince Felix returns to Fhirdiad Castle to find a monster…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38891238 The Boy Who Spat Up Doves Felix comes down with a clown curse.  

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39111687/chapters/97844373 and there’s no remedy for memory Inception AU where Dimitri gets lost in his own head

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43725124 need (you), want (you) Felix is a succubus

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43551855/chapters/109501554 A Tale of Adventure, Intrigue, Revenge, and True Love Princess Bride AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49962649 we are one in everlasting Westworld AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38132107 prove it before gods and men Felix will fight his way out of hell for Dimitri.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49623934/chapters/125248870Dimitri and the Blade of the Savior King Dimitri must search for the sword that proves his legitimacy.  He finds Felix.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52126900 pigmalion Dimitri turns into a pig

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52375978/chapters/132495793 when the stars look down on me Dimitri starts hearing the call of a mysterious nightly parade.  

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61594486 lighting my path Felix and Dimitri must confront themselves and each other

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52475359/chapters/132752002 from fruition A Hades/Persephone AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41907996 Felicitas Felix has to save Dimitri.  It involves turning into a cat and embracing his inner magical girl.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29431071 one | four | three Mermitri and Lighthouselix.  NSFW.

Canon / Canon-Adjacent

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26219164/chapters/63812158 still hurts underneath my scars Winter Soldier AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28049091 wreck my plans (that's my man) Felix learns to dual-wield as a birthday present.  Dimitri is (fake) dramatic about it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23610301/chapters/56658967 Roost Birbfic!  With birbs!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29568786 Rebuild All Your Ruins Thor Ragnarok-esque AU and comedy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39595728 An Old Name New Shorter fic about the nickname “Boar”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21990844 twenty questions (we tell the truth) Byleth has to figure out if dimilix are friends or “friends”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25434460/chapters/61685725 the killing moon NSFW.  Gothic balls, secrets, swordfights, and assassination attempts that go awry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37325137 ronaldo Dimitri finds out Felix likes saucy romance.  He tries.  He fails.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50938078 This Savior King is Too Sublime There are sexy statues of Dimitri.  Felix is horrified.

A/B/O

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24923656 until i wrap myself inside your arms (i cannot rest) A/B/O explicit.  Felix presents as an Omega and tradition dictates he be given to a Blaiddyd Alpha

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34309816 find what we once had A/B/O dynamics, dragon dynamics, egg laying…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35842717/chapters/89375131 twenty questions (we tell the truth)in sickness and sorrow, in health and in joy A/B/O where dimitri is put in an arranged marriage by Cornelia… and Felix has to rescue him

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43801149 the secrets words won't tell A/B/O- Dimitri was sure Felix wasn’t an Omega, but he has to deal with that knowledge on a school field trip

for years - a dimilix zine https://foryears.itch.io/foryears

Free (and huge!!) zine full of dimilix

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Masterlist

Masterlist 2

Multi-Part fics

Tired dad! Lucifer: Intro Part 1 Part 2

Asmodeus' trip to the human world: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Whb thoughts and analysis

Leviathan with an angel kid

Leviathan and his relationship with childhood

Tf did they do to Asmodeus???

Pb please make Dantalian being Asmodeus' kid canon

What nobles parented the kings

Whb x reader headcanons

Making a pokémon team for the kings (+Gamigin)

Some whb characters reacting to being called coaie

Whb characters seeing MC pace around to music (MaDD edition)

First time meeting Gamigin

Gamigin lover headcanons

Showing whb characters animated movies

Whb nobles seeing MC with a random demon

Whb kings comforting MC after a wax

Marbas friendly firing

Avisos cuddle pile (fic)

Mc teaching whb characters a cultural dance

Satan comforting sex repulsed MC

Mc an Minhyeok being siblings (fic)

Paradise Lost misadventures

Mc wants a baby

Gamigin realises that Mc is mortal

Mc that has a plushie collection

Gamigin and Mc both having autism

Gamigin and death once more

Kings when MC dates one of their nobles

Whb kings when Mc gives them a heart-shaped necklace

Dantalian doesn't get his dick distroyed today :(

Nobles getting baby fever

NSFW and darker posts

Lucifer NSFW alphabet

Gamigin NSFW alphabet

Zagan NSFW alphabet

Dark headcanons

Being Asmo's fuck toy (dark hcs)

Platonic yandere Lucifer x Gamigin (dark hcs)

Raiting whb kings based on how much experience they have with humans

Show don't tell (Lucifer x Afab!Mc x Gamigin)

Asmodeus NSFW alphabet

Miscelanious whb hc

Lucifer is Satan's dad ?!?!?!?

Bael is done with Beelzebub's bs (Teambuilding edit)

Pokémon team for whb characters

Random headcanons about some whb characters

Gamigin calling Lucifer dad

Rating Paradise Lost demons on how safe you are going to them

Paradise Lost is so silly

Whb characters' opinion on manele: Gehenna

Lucifer x Gamigin platonic hc

Paradise Lost nobles being called babygirl

Avisos nobles being called babygirl

IS THAT A MOTHERFUCKING HOMESTUCK REFERENCE

Marbas and Buer being silly (tw: romanian)

Rating Avisos nobles on how eadible is their cooking

Lucifer's experience

Asexual hc for whb

Tartaros is Romanian inspired

Mammon x Mc propaganda (Emirate edit)

Jjyu getting burned

Abaddon headcanons

Why Satan hates Asmodeus

Leviathan lost his uncle priveldge

Not now sweaty, mommy's cyberbullying

What social medias do the kings use

Raphael's a gamer

Asmodeus visiting Eater in the human world

Dantalian being a prince hc

Dantalian need a new suit

Paradise Lost hcs

Meeting with all the kings

Levi trans real

Lucifer being orthodox on main

Paradise Lost nobles when Gamigin draws them as dragons

Relationship between Dantalian and the kings

Shipper Au

The nobles being wingmen for their kings

Average ship war in the MCxking community

Mc trolling the shipping forums (and getting doxxed in the process)

How the kings would react to seeing the ships about them and MC

Ppyong posting ship art of him and Paimon

Kings reacting to King x Seraph fics written by MC

Shipping tier list

"I owe Bimet so much money"

The Seraphs reacting to King x Seraph fics

Morax being a supportive older brother

Nobles reacting to their ship coming true

Nobles reacting to Mc being in a poly relationship with all the kings

Kings reacting to Mc shipping their nobles with angels (or themselves)

Bimet selling merch

Shippers when Mc x Sitri is trending

Mc that wants a secret relationships due to the shippers

Mc that ships the shippers with their king

Mc x Glasylabolas gone wrong

Artist!Mc drawing ship art of the kings

Lucy Dulap (my Mc)

Introduction

Double standerds

Gabriel's priorities