#the queen mary | chapter 5

[icyg4l]

PAC: May 2024 Predictions

Hello beautiful people! Later on this week, I will have a Five Dollar Friday Sale where any topic can be talked about. Please refer to my guidelines if you are interested in booking with me! Today, I will be giving you all some predictions about the upcoming month. I hope that those who resonate will continue to support me. For those of you who have been supporting me, I thank you. Without further ado, please select the quote that resonates with you.

Left-to-Right: (1-3)

Pile One: I am getting Taurus energy from this pile. I feel like you are going to be walking away from a situation that no longer serves you in May. It's going to hurt. But on the bright side, at least you are done with that chapter in your life. I feel like you are inviting new energy into your life though. It feels lively. I think that you need to be careful though if you go out to a hookah bar, or just go out into the nightlife in general. I am seeing that you will be going to a cookout. I am seeing the image of a thermometer's heat rising. I feel like you may have tension with someone that's super thick, lol. All in all, I feel that this month for you will determine the theme of this summer for you all. You got your wings, you've been promoted! It may be hard to focus on the positives because of your circumstances but you will survive. This month will feel weird because it’s like your on two ends of the spectrum. One part is good and the other is gone to shit, but all will work in your favor boo! See the good in life.

Cards Used: Page of Cups, Queen of Discs, Ace of Cups, 5 of Discs, The World, 10 of Swords, Justice.

extras: arrogance. cheap labor. pennyslvania. slabs. coney island. sweet! livelihood. perfume. body shapewear. antisocial club.

Pile Two: Idk why but your energy reminds me of Natalie Nunn lol. Not the messy parts but the part about her where she's unintentionally funny and fun to be around. Your energy feels very much party girl, I could easily get in this section if I wanted to type of vibe. Anyway, I think that you are going to be strengthening some platonic connections that you already have. But I also think that you're going to cut someone loose --- someone who has been around for a while. The name Harold comes to mind. Have you eaten Harold's Chicken as of recently, lol? I think that you're going to have sharper instincts as a result. You're going to see people for who they are. I am seeing the image of a butterfly flying on someone's nose. You will be growing up in the month of May. There is an emphasis on meditation. You're being called to devoting your time to staying in the present. You're being asked to go within and get more introspective. Also, cut back on the refined sugars. I think you'll be listening to Amaraae and Solange more often this month as well.

Cards Used: King of Cups, 3 of Cups, Strength, Death, King of Swords, The Hermit, Prince of Discs, 2 of Swords, The Lovers.

extras: big eyes. blonde hair. shapely. wiz khalifa. stunna shades. "i ain't going nowhere." "get comfy." gloomy. rainbow tips.

Pile Three: Someone in this pile is going to be reuniting with their family at a prom sendoff, at a graduation, a party. Either way, it will be a celebration. This pile will also be very grateful in the month of May. You are also going to have many opportunities to make quick money with the people that you love (not necessarily family but anyone that makes you feel safe). A love opportunity will be coming through for you as well. I don't see this as something you should take serious. I think you want to be independent right now, that person understands and they will give you your space for the time being. If you're trying to curate an event, don't worry too much about what people will think because it's going to be a big turnout regardless. I think some of you will be going to a wedding or will be getting married. So, congratulations to that! I also think that some of you will be meeting your future spouses in this pile (you won't know it yet though). Overall, I feel that this month is a great month for you to focus on community building.

Cards Used: The Emperor, The Hierophant, 9 of Swords, King of Wands, Justice, 3 of Discs, 8 of Wands, 4 of Wands, Ace of Cups.

extras: entrepreneurial spirit. aquamarine. blue butterflies. single father. "something cute, something for the summertime."

[thecrayonindisguise]

Bonds and Barriers masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Original Female Character

Rating: Teen and up

Status: ONGOING

Ao3 story link

Summary:

When the Medici family, Duchess Marie and her twin daughters, Caterina and Teresa, leave their serene Italian estate for the glittering chaos of London, they are thrust into the heart of British high society.

Named the Diamonds of the Season by the Queen at their very first ball, the sisters are immediately thrust into the whirlwind of high society’s glittering world. But beneath the surface of this dazzling debut lies Caterina’s true intent: she's searching for a wealthy suitor, not romance. Her heart bears the weight of past heartbreak and scandal. Haunted by the memories, she struggles with guilt and distrust in matters of the heart.

Enter Benedict Bridgerton, a man who defies Caterina’s expectations. Charming and passionate, Benedict finds himself irresistibly drawn to Caterina. Their first encounter is a serendipitous clash of worlds, setting the stage for a connection neither anticipated. But as their lives entwine, their shared passion becomes both a bridge and a barrier.

Amidst the glittering balls and whispered gossip of the ton, can Caterina and Benedict overcome their personal barriers and embrace the bonds they’ve forged? Or will their pasts keep them apart?

CHAPTERS

Chapter 1: The Arrival

Chapter 2: An Unexpected Connection

Chapter 3: Shared Passions

Chapter 4: Unspoken Bonds

Chapter 5: Breaking the Boundaries

Chapter 6: Tangled in Desire

Chapter 7: A Heart’s Retreat

Chapter 8: The Ball and the Burden

Chapter 9:

[perpetuallydaydreaming]

championship cups

tensions run high during the quidditch league cups. when your favoured team loses, theres an annoying git that keeps replying to your tweets. not one to back down from a fight, you respond. chaos then ensues.

warnings: lots of curse words, some sexual jokes here and there

pairings: james potter x female reader, marlene mckinnon x mary macdonald, wolfstar later on

status: finished !

smau updates: every day !

profiles: yn and the girlies & the marauders !

prologue: jersey guy

chapter 1: the game

chqapter 2: i hope you rot in hell

chapter 3: sirius did it! pt.1

chapter 4: sirius did it! pt.2

chapter 5: you’re friends?!

chapter 6: leave her alone

chapter 7: what did i just say???

chapter 8: he said he’s gay

chapter 9: youre blocked???

chapter 10: you’re so bad with money

chapter 11: live tweeting

chapter 12: who are you people

chapter 13: sweetheart

chapter 14: yall see this shit????

chapter 15: BEFORE MARRIAGE???

chapter 16: quick, whats 6x7?

chapter 17: she’s a bro

chapter 18: no offence

chapter 19: he’s fucked

chapter 20: you are a disgrace to the queen

chapter 21: how was it?

chapter 22: what dates 😭

chapter 23: spill the goss boss

chapter 24: can i be frank?

chapter 25: i did the right thing, right?

chapter 26: i miss yn

chapter 27: so basically

chapter 28: i have an itch for quidditch

chapter 29: did you hear that?

chapter 30: i hope you two get sick

extra: i hope you two get sick pt.2

reaction pics used

a/n: i made up some technical sport terms here and there whenever the topic was quidditch lol. this is my first time making an smau,, hope you guys like it!! dates and times are irrelevant unless stated otherwise

[da-rulah]

The Mayor's Daughter - Mary Goore x f!Reader [Part 3]

Summary: With the whole town coming out to celebrate the Bicentennial, you're back to playing Daddy's good little girl. Still, the lingering hurt from your last encounter with Mary simmers away inside you. But the festivities carry on, and you have to act the part.

All eyes are on you; including Mary's...

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: Angst, mentions of alcohol and drug usage, unwanted advances, jealousy, semi-public sex, fingering, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill as mentioned in part 2), quickie

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8

ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3

A/N: Another big thank you to the wonderful @angellayercake and @her-satanic-wiles for beta reading and workshopping parts of these chapters with me. I adore you endlessly, and cannot thank you enough.

"Mare, c’mon man, that girl is practically undressing you with her eyes!” One of Mary’s friends, Davey – only named as such since his surname was Jones and he did indeed look like a pirate with a kraken for a best friend – slung an arm around Mary’s shoulders where he sat at their usual spot by the bar. Mary almost choked on the sip of beer he was taking, shoving his friend from him with an eye roll and leaning back on the bar.  

“Told ya, I’m not into her,” he warned, taking another sip from the bottle neck.  

“Why the fuck not? She’s hot as hell...” Davey screwed his nose up in disgust at Mary, shamelessly looking towards the beautiful girl in motorcycle leathers at the end of the bar who only seemed to have eyes for Mary.  

“Leave him alone, Davey... You know that ain’t his type!” Forrest – also a nickname, given to him to take the piss out of his talent in track in high school – elbowed Davey in the ribs in jest.  

“Nah, Mare only likes that ‘princess pussy’,” laughed Jed – no nickname, that actually was his name. 

“Shut the fuck up, Jed,” Mary spat, not bothering to turn his head back to his friends.  

To those around him, it was obvious he was sulking. But what wasn’t obvious, was why.  

His friends weren’t aware of his second night with you, nor did they know why he had been in such a foul mood the last few days. But Mary’s mind was constantly occupied with re-enactments of the heated exchange on your rooftop.  

He flitted between feeling hard done by, like he had done nothing wrong, and digging his heels in, telling himself it was you being the brat and giving him a hard time over nothing. More often than not, he settled on the latter – he was just too damn stubborn to admit any sort of wrongdoing, too quick to be defensive of his actions and opinions as he had to be all of the damn time.  

“What, did she ghost you, Mare?” Jed taunted with an exaggerated pout and a puppy dog voice, “the Queen of Shiba didn’t call?” 

Mary span on his bar stool, glaring at Jed. “Nah, I told you guys; not interested. Good lay, bit of excitement, but I don’t go back for sloppy seconds.”  

And there it was; the male bravado, the toxic masculinity he’d learned as a product of his environment. Frankly, he hated it. He knew what he sounded like to his own ears, and that wasn’t him. But surrounded by the only people in this town to share his interests, he had to fit in. He was so desperate to fit in somewhere.  

This Mary wasn’t a reality; this was the stereotype that he was forced to live under to get by. And that was just the problem; Mary, just like you, lived according to how people believed he should live. But even Jed didn’t believe him, his tone monotonous and his face unwavering from the stormy little look that had been perpetually carved into it since that last night with you. 

“Listen man, if she stood you up or whatever, she ain’t worth your time anyway. Girls like that are nothin’ but trouble...” Jed leaned against the bar next to Mary, who looked down at him with disgust. 

“She didn’t stand me up, you fucking ape. I’m just not a repeat offender,” he shrugged.  

“Only ‘cause no girl in their right mind would fuck you twice, Goore,” Forrest teased. He meant nothing true by it, only intending to have a laugh, some banter with his friend over a beer. But it struck a nerve with Mary. 

“Fuck you, man,” he growled, slamming his beer on the bar behind him and standing up, grabbing his leather jacket from the back of the bar stool. 

“Oh come on, I was joking!” he tried to back-pedal, but Mary had heard enough.  

“Whatever, I’m out.” Mary slunk his arms into his jacket as he pushed through his friends crowding around him, past the girl at the end of the bar who, with a sparkle in her eyes, had thought he was finally coming to talk to her – only to be disappointed when he didn’t even look at her – and out into the street where the slight chill of a late-night breeze bit at his skin.  

Mary sighed to himself, fishing in his pockets for his pack of smokes and lighter, inhaling a long drag to calm his simmering rage in his chest. As he began to walk, his mind raced ahead, down tangents he hadn’t ventured in quite some time. He’d pushed them down, ignored them and continued the facade for too long, but they were bound to come back eventually – and Forrest may just have triggered that.  

Because sure, he hadn’t ever had a long-term relationship of any kind. Flings that lasted a month tops, yes, but nothing substantial, nothing with anything real. Mary was everybody’s dirty little secret, the guy they could never take home to mother and so no one ever did. His reputation preceded him; the angry little metal head punk who got into trouble, started fights, dicked about all the time. Who on earth would want to be with a delinquent?  

But that wasn’t him. That was just what people saw when they looked at him. 

Perhaps that’s why your dismissal of him cut as deep as it had. When you looked at him, that was all you saw too. He knew he’d never given you any reason to believe he was anything otherwise – he’d screwed you in a bathroom stall and snuck into your bedroom when your parents were downstairs, for fuck’s sake – but part of him always hoped someone might see through that, read between the lines, maybe get to know him a little.  

He’d certainly been intrigued by you... 

Daddy’s little girl, the apple of his eye, the town sweetheart... How dumb had he been to think a girl like you would ever see him as anything different than the rest of the world. Mary was nothing but a token fuck, a notch on your bedpost. You were experimenting, looking for a thrill in your drab little life; that’s what he told himself. He’d never be more than a dirty little secret to you.  

The more he thought about you, the more stupid he felt. It bordered on angry, realising now that while you spewed that bullshit about being put in a box, stereotyped and forced to live what essentially was a lie, you were doing exactly the same thing to him. Oh, you wanted the chance to prove you were more than your reputation? 

Well, so did Mary. But you wouldn’t give that to him, so why should he give that to you? 

Mary shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked through town, practically deserted at the late hour. He smoked and thought, mind whirring over you. He shouldn’t be stuck on this, but it bothered him. You bothered him.  

He thought there was some kind of connection there, if that last encounter was anything to go by. The way you’d held him close to you as he drove his hips into you, the way you gave in to him, trusted him... He thought you might give him a chance to show you there was more to him than just a good lay and a residual bad-boy image from his teenage years. But you gave him no such chance. 

Mary scoffed into the night, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he walked himself home. If he was going to wallow in self-pity and loathing, he wanted to do it in the comfort of his tiny little apartment with a cold beer and perhaps a joint.  

But most importantly, he wanted to do it alone.  

You were dreading tonight, as you dreaded every major event in this town that your perfect little family had to attend or host.  

The town’s bicentennial celebrations had been prepared for weeks ahead of today, and now today was the ‘big day’, as your father had been reminding you.  

“This town will remember who their mayor was on occasions such as this. It’s important, darling. You must look your best on the ‘big day’!” he had told you. You’d just nodded and smiled along, resorting to default ever since the night Mary had left.  

That reputation was so important to him. His political career was his first born, you were simply the second, less significant baby in his life. But, as the good little girl he saw you as, you dressed in the pretty red sundress you’d bought to match the red, white and blue of the occasion, did your simplistic, pretty make up and put on that dazzlingly sweet smile for the biggest event of the celebrations; the Bicentennial Fair.  

A couple of the farmers on the outskirts of town had graciously given up some of their land to host the fair, setting up a bandstand stage, fairground rides and games, some food stalls... There was to be a firework display, live music, and of course, a big speech by the reigning Mayor; a speech you would have to be on stage for, paraded as part of Daddy’s little trophy family.  

The thought of the town’s eyes on you made you feel sick. You wish no one knew you, that you were invisible. Well, not totally invisible... There was only one set of eyes you wished would see you; truly see you. 

“Darling, the car is here. Are you ready?” your father called up the stairs to you, impatience in his tone. You glanced in your mirror, one final fluff of your hair and smack of your glossed lips before you called back.  

“Coming, daddy!” 

“Ladies and gentlemen! Two centuries ago, a small settlement nestled on this land, and over the years, it has flourished into the vibrant, diverse, and thriving community we proudly call home...” 

You had to fight the scoff that threatened to rise in your throat, instead standing beside your mother with your well-practised smile in front of the crowds that flocked to the stage for your father’s opening speech. There was nothing ‘diverse’ about this community that shunned and bullied anything it deemed different. 

“As we commemorate this momentous occasion, let us take a moment to acknowledge the resilience and dedication of every individual who has played a role in shaping our town's story. From the pioneers who first set foot on this soil to the generations that have followed, each has left an indelible mark on the tapestry of our shared history!”  

While your father droned on about the achievements of the town throughout his lifetime and time in office, your eyes drifted over the crowd gathered at the stage. Near the front, you could see your friends, flirting with some of the college lacrosse boys they’d invited to hang out with you all. If you weren’t here by the demand of your father, you would slither on home the second his speech ended; no part of you wanted to hang out with the fake friends you’d never felt so disconnected from, nor the group of jock boys they were drooling over.  

If it were up to you, you’d no longer be friends with these people at all. Throughout school, they had been the ‘right’ people to hang out with, the ones that held up your image and you hung out with based on forced proximity alone, but you’d grown up since high school and college and these people were not your people. They were fickle, shallow and had no depth to them. You wanted interesting people in your life, people with substance, stimulating conversation, even something weird about them.  

Like him.  

Upon scanning the crowd past your friends, you caught sight of him near the back. He was ignoring the speech, as you’d expect, instead chatting and laughing with his friends, can of beer in hand.  

Your practised smile faltered slightly, chest tightening as you replayed how you’d left things with him the last time you’d met.  

“Don’t think we’re exactly compatible...” you’d told him. “Now you have no reason to come back.” 

You had put a hard stop on whatever was going on that night, and boy, did you regret that. Although only hooking up with him twice, you couldn’t deny the weird feeling of safety he gave you. He didn’t seem as shallow as the abundance of people in your life; he had substance, stories to tell. The first night at the bar, you’d heard a few of them... He had been trying to impress you with stories of band shenanigans or stories of pranks and borderline criminal activity but it was more interesting than hearing your ‘best friend’ Amelie droning on about how she’d let a guy spank her once – the height of excitement in her vanilla little life. 

The point was, Mary was interesting. Despite the tales he’d told you and the excitement he brought to your sexual exploits, there was more to him to unpack. You so desperately wanted to know him, even the dark parts of him. 

But you'd ruined any chance of that. 

You plastered the winning smile back onto your face, squeezing your mother’s hand as you shared a bright smile.  

“And so, tonight we celebrate the wonderful town we call our home. Please, enjoy the music, the good food, good company,” you father turned back to you and your mother with a loving smile before turning back, the crowd letting out a resounding ‘awwww’ at the ‘family man’ act, “and the fair! Please join us at 8:00pm for the fireworks!” 

The crowd clapped and cheered for him as they were programmed to do; for a moment it reminded you of that stupid movie with the minions screaming for their evil genius who wanted to steal the moon. Their loyalty to him certainly echoed that... But soon they dispersed, taking advantage of the fair, grabbing drinks and food and readying themselves for the fireworks due to start in just 20 minutes. 

“Mare, pass your lighter! Mine’s outta juice,” Jed outstretched his hand, and Mary – who had been lighting a cigarette – rolled his eyes, slapping it into his palm.  

“You brought sparklers? What are we, fucking 8 years old?” Mary laughed, expelling his first lungful of smoke.  

“Since when did we become miserable bastards? Go on...” Jed waved an unlit sparkler in Mary’s face, “you know you wanna...”  

Mary snatched it with a smirk, his cigarette flopping between his lips. He held the sparkler up, aligning the end of his cigarette and lighting the sparkler far too close to his face and yet somehow managing to do so smoothly without a burn.  

“Pretty...” he said, waving it about.  

“En-garde!” Jed shouted, pulling a ridiculous fencing pose and holding his own lit sparkler in Mary’s direction.  

“You fuckin’ idiot...” Mary laughed, joining Jed in a battle of sparklers as the first of the fireworks shot into the sky, lighting up the faces of the crowd gathered to watch.  

You stood and watched them, loud and beautiful as they coloured the dark sky. Beside you, one of the lacrosse guys was getting a little too close for comfort. He’d slunk an arm around your shoulders, your body language remaining closed off with arms folded over your chest. You think his name was Devon, and he’d been flirting with you since you stepped off the stage.  

“Pretty aren’t they, princess? Like you...” he mused, smirking down at you. You just smiled, unwilling to deny him the thought that he stood a chance with you in case it caused a scene. You’d rather all eyes were not on you tonight – at least as much as you could control.  

Your gaze wandered though, away from the firework display and over to the other side of the field, where you spotted Mary and his friends, goofing around with sparklers like unsupervised children. The smile on his face infected your own, seeing him enjoying a carefree moment of stupidity. You watched as the group battled each other like kids pretending to be pirates.  

“So fucking immature...” Devon scoffed beside you, his arm tightening around your shoulders. “Trust that punk and his creepy friends to spoil a classy evening.” 

You looked at him with a scowl, already pissed off with his presence but now also by his attitude. “Oh, I don’t know. Looks like they’re having fun, at least,” you defended as you turned back to look at the group of them. 

Mary dodged a swipe from Davey, fake-stabbing Jed who stumbled over his feet and dropped to the grass feigning death. He laughed at his friends, taking another drag of his cigarette before he looked up, and his eyes fell on yours...  

Time froze. You couldn’t hear the bangs of the fireworks anymore, nor the gasps from the watching crowd. Your stomach dropped along with the smile you’d caught from Mary, your arms tightening to hug yourself and make yourself smaller, cowering from his gaze. 

Mary had been worried he’d come across you here tonight... He almost hadn’t come, but he’d been met with resistance when he tried to back out. Now he’d seen you, he couldn’t take his eyes off you... Stood there in a red dress that mocked his memories of that red lingerie you’d worn for him, another guy’s arm around your shoulder. A jock, no less.  

It stung him more than he would like to admit. Not just with another guy barely two weeks after he’d last had you, but a guy like that; one clearly better suited to your lifestyle than himself, one you weren’t ashamed to be seen with. The anger he’d been working to diminish stoked into a flame of jealousy, as if you’d committed some kind of betrayal. He wanted so desperately to look away, but while your eyes were on his, he just couldn’t do it... 

The fireworks ended, the crowd clapping but the two of you stayed locked onto each other, until Devon squeezed your shoulder, snapping you from your trance.  

“We’re gonna go on the waltzers, babe,” he grinned, the premature use of a pet name infuriating you. You’d met the guy a few hours ago, and already he believed he had some moronic claim to call you that? It didn’t feel right, didn’t sound right. You much preferred ‘doll’ anyway... 

“O-oh, okay. Yeah, I’ll go...” you stuttered weakly, turning your gaze back to Mary who still stood there, watching as Devon guided you away with a look of disgust on his face, sparkler long since extinguished in his hand.  

Mary turned back to his friends, rejoining his group and ignoring you as best he could with so much unsaid between you. Defeated, you allowed yourself to be dragged into an evening you most certainly would not enjoy. 

Mary made up every possible excuse in the book to follow you from a distance throughout the evening. At first it had been out of jealousy, yes. He wanted to know what the fuck you saw in a guy like the one constantly finding ways to keep his hands on you. As he watched your interactions from afar, he saw this guy kept inserting himself into your conversations with your friends, finding new ways to come between you and them. His hands had moved from your shoulders, to your upper arm, to your waist and down to your hips, and Mary was practically vibrating with fury. 

His friends were none the wiser, still dicking about, going on the rides and playing the fairground games. With every can of beer they consumed, they became less and less aware of Mary’s intentions, to the point where they didn’t notice when he slipped away from the group to follow yours. 

The final straw had come when you were playing one of those rigged shooting games. Rows of ducks would pass by with targets on their backs, and you had to shoot them with little pellets in order to win a prize. Your aim wasn’t very good, not that you were really trying. You could give less of a fuck about any of this, only partaking at the miserably whiny complaints from your friends about being ‘no fun’ anymore. Out of five shots, you had missed the first two. 

“I got you, babe,” Devon stepped up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and enveloping your hands around the gun, lifting them as he lowered his chin to your shoulder to take aim for you. 

“I can do it, thanks,” you tried to tell him, but he just laughed, invading your space as he whispered into your ear. 

“C’mon, I’ve never seen a worse shot. Let me help...” 

You could feel him pressing against your back, his hips into your ass with the subtlety of a clown with air horns for shoes. Internally, you panicked... Telling him no and being adamant would cause a scene... a scene in a public place around everyone from your town. But you wanted nothing more than you shove him away from you, tell him to go fuck himself with a slap.  

Instead, you focussed on the game; the quicker you played, the quicker it was over.  

But from Mary’s perspective, his advances looked more than welcome; and it boiled his blood. 

Now alone and watching from beside a hot dog cart, Mary’s gaze had followed every tiny little move Devon had made, and seen the smug little smirk on his face when you hadn’t pulled away from him. Oh, how he wanted to smack it from him... But from where he stood, you didn’t exactly look like the ‘damsel in distress’ either. And he was no knight in shining armour... 

He felt more like a twat in tin foil, taken in by your wiles and flirtations, hoodwinked into believing for a second a girl like you would be attracted to a guy like him. Maybe that’s why you got so defensive when he asked what you saw in him? Because he’d rumbled your little game. Barbie had just been bored, and he was a new little troll doll to fool around with. 

You won, unsurprisingly. You made the last three shots with the unsolicited help of Devon, enough to earn you a small prize of a stuffed plushie resembling a lilac unicorn. You pretended you were excited, jumping about to get Devon off you and squealing with your girlfriends to divert the attention back to the group and not on you anymore. It worked, Devon folding his arms over his abnormally large chest and watching with a smug smile as you celebrated your win. 

“Uh, babe, think you forgot to thank the person who helped...” he interrupted, bending at the waist and presenting his cheek, tapping it with a finger. He expected a kiss... Your friends stopped cheering with you, now whispering excitedly at the clear flirtation they saw as a win. You, on the other hand, could barely keep the smile on your face, a sense of dread hanging over you.  

Once again, you were forced into a situation that backing out of would have more consequences than not.  

And so, hesitantly, you stepped back towards him, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and mumbling a quick “thank you, Devon...” 

Mary’s hands tightened into fists, his knuckles turning whiter than his face paints and threatening to crack like old leather from the force.  

“C’mon, I’ve got another idea...” Devon smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder again. “Let’s see which of you girls is the biggest scaredy-cat...”  

He was met with snickers from his friends, and some giggles from yours but ultimately, he got his way, and you were being dragged towards the walk-through House of Horrors to the edge of the fairground, lit up with flashing lights and pumping out organ music and evil laughter sound effects.  

Inside was filled with poorly made-up actors, cheap scares, tricks of the eye and dead-ends; exactly what you had expected. Devon let go of you to run ahead, in the hope he might find a hiding spot to jump out and yell ‘boo’ from, as was customary of primates of his low intelligence.  

You wandered through the mazes and puzzles slowly, losing the majority of your friends and hearing their screams as animatronics or actors jumped out at them ahead of you. You rolled your eyes, sick to the back teeth of their pathetic overreactions to get the boys to fawn over them.  

So, you purposefully headed in a ‘wrong’ direction, through a dizzying array of draped plastic sheets covered in dirt and fake blood, getting lost in them. The strobe lights flickered quickly, making any movement around you appear like stop-motion animation. You struggled to see much of anything at all, brief flashes illuminating the sheets around you. You thought you saw figures passing you, actors trying to scare and disorient you; frankly, it was working. As you pushed sheets out of your face, you span in every direction, losing your way and feeling more and more trapped the deeper into the sheet maze you stumbled.  

You were just starting to panic, when a hand wrapped its way around your throat from behind you, long fingers and cold metal circling your neck. 

You knew the actors in this place could touch you, but not like this...  

The rising panic in you exploded, limbs thrashing against the body behind you and squealing until a second hand slapped itself over your mouth and dragged you back through a flurry of plastic sheets until you were pushed up against a wall, your captor spinning to stand in front of you. You dropped your little unicorn plushie, gripping their wrists tightly like a knee-jerk reaction to being manhandled. 

Through the strobing lights, you couldn’t make them out in your panic, but you saw the fake blood first, as the actor leaned into your space and hovered by your ear to whisper into it. 

“Enjoying your date, Barbie?” 

Your eyes widened, your hands letting go of the wrists the held you and slapping against his arms and chest until he removed the grip on your mouth to allow you to speak. But he still had a hold of you... your neck, just like the last time... 

“Mary?!” you whisper shouted. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” The panic that had risen inside you subsided, but only slightly. You were still pinned to a wall in a house of horrors by your neck at the hands of someone you believed to be pretty fucking pissed at you after the last time you spoke. Still, an anger rose in you, triggered by the humiliation of allowing him to overpower and scare you like that. 

“Ken seems to be enjoying it,” he smirked, biting his lip, eyes watching you with mischief in his irises. 

“Not your fucking business, Goore,” you spat, “Get off me!” 

Mary backed off immediately, never one to hold you against your will. If you told him not to touch you, he wouldn’t touch you; a rule he lived by. So, his hands dropped to his pockets, and he took half a step back – still enough to keep you backed against the wall, but enough distance you could leave if you really wanted to. So far, though, he noted you made no such move. 

“Just find it funny, is all...” he scoffed, kicking his feet against the floor, lights still flickering around you both. You couldn’t get a clear look at him for longer than a split second under these strobes. 

“What?” you were getting more aggravated with every word that left his mouth. 

“You...” he looked back up at you, his face contorting into one of indignation, an anger that had been simmering away all evening. “Thought you weren’t ‘that kind of girl’. You look real comfortable in that box they’ve put you in, Barbie.” 

You wanted to be angry, but instead, hurt flashed through you like a white-hot branding iron had been shoved down your throat.  

“You don’t get to judge me on appearances, Mary...” 

“Oh, but you do? That seems fair, doll. Sitting up in your ivory fucking tower, looking down at me...” he hissed, slapping a palm to the wall beside your head and leaning over you. In the flashing lights, he looked more menacing than you’d ever seen him... His body was so close to yours, the heat of his anger emanating from him and working its way across you. You could smell cigarettes, leather and beer as his face hovered above you, that cologne from last time missing from his skin.  

“I didn’t ask for this, my frie-” Mary didn’t let you finish. 

“You looked pretty cosy to me, Barbie.” 

“Fuck you...” you spat, defiant and trying to appear as if his words weren’t affecting you, but how could they not? He was doing exactly what you had accused him of, judging you like everybody else. And with him looming over you, so close, so furious, it was hard to think straight at all... Caught between the instinct to slap him and run, or to pull him closer until you could feel all of him again. 

Mary threw his head back in almost maniacal laughter, slapping the wall from the hilarity of a joke you seemed to have missed.  

“Yep, fuck me. That’s all I'm good for...” he howled, making your brow furrow. What the hell did he mean by that? “I bet you still think about it, huh?” His eyes fell back onto you, running down your features, your neck, your body and back up again. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about...” you denied. And it was denial, because yes, you did. Of course you did... Mary was the first and only guy to pay any attention to the fact you had any needs at all besides his own, the first to make you feel that strange, unwavering safety... 

“Sure you do. Those thoughts that linger in that pretty little head of yours... Daddy’s little girl, rebelling against him to fuck the town screw up,” he taunted, leaning down to exaggerate every syllable. “You still think about me, darlin’. I can tell.” 

You wanted to protest, to smack him and tell him he was being vile, no better than any other man who laid any kind of claim to you. The only issue was, a part of you had let him claim you. Part of you was his the very first time you let him in. Even now, the blush on your cheeks and the fluttering in your groin were indisputable. You thought of Mary every time you had a moment alone, every time you wanted to talk to someone with a personality, every time you touched yourself since...  

You’d driven yourself wild with the desire to have him again, let alone the desire to talk to him, to scream at him or apologise to him or something, anything. But no matter out of hatred, lust, longing or loneliness, he’d been there; a constant figure in your mind.  

You squirmed under him, thighs pressing together and body sinking against the wall as you dared to look him in the eye. His gaze felt like that of a predator stalking its prey, made all the more foreboding by the intermittency of light. 

“Tell me you don’t want that fucking cocksucker...” he growled. You hesitated, chest rising and falling in anxiety. 

“I-I... don’t want... that cocksucker,” you stuttered. You’d forgotten how to breathe, how to blink. Mary. Mary. Mary. That’s all your mind knew.  

“Tell me you want me, doll...” Your heart raced in your chest as Mary’s lips hovered above your exposed neck, warm breath fanning over the skin and raising goosebumps that he most certainly noticed.  

If you refused to say it, he’d back off. If you truly didn’t want him, he would walk away and never approach you again. And you knew that.  

The thought terrified you. 

“I... Mary,” you whined, laying your head back against the wall. How badly you wanted to say it, to tell him you wanted him. You did, so much. But that anger lingered in you, that hurt... He only saw you as the Mayor’s Daughter, the princess in her ivory tower – he'd said it himself.  

“Say you want me, doll...” His lips had moved to linger above your collarbone. “Please...” 

Above the sound effects of the house of horrors – the creaking of doors, the screams and rips of chainsaws, the ghostly cackles and ghoulish taunts – you barely heard him, hardly above a whisper. But the way he begged... If you dared to look down at him, to see the visible pain on his face, it might have broken you. You didn’t know why he sounded so strained, so full of despair, but you were sure you were not meant to have heard that. 

“Mary... look at me...” you told him, your hands cupping his cheeks as he took a deep breath in, raising his head. There was a strange vulnerability to him, one that you’d only seen brief flickers of in the past. “I-I want... I want you.” 

Mary’s face hardened, a rumble travelling up from his chest, his throat, and ripping from his lips with a snarl; the predator catching its prey.  

His body pinned yours to the wall behind you, his lips crushing yours in a frenzied kiss. No longer in the safety of your bedroom, you were forced to resort to desperate measures, unable to take your time with each other tonight. If you wanted each other, here and now, it had to be quick. It had to be quiet.  

But neither one of you could deny you needed each other, your bodies both so reactive. Mary’s free hand instinctively found your thigh, lifting it to his hip to press his heavy erection to your core so you could feel how much he needed you. Your muscles tensed at the feeling, your core clenching as if beckoning for him. Your fingernails dug into his hair, pulling him so tightly against your lips that they could bruise.  

The hand that kept him balanced against the wall behind your head dropped to push between you both, flattening against your mound beneath the skirt of the sundress you’d chosen tonight. Mary felt the damp stain against his skin and growled into your mouth, his tongue swiping against yours in time with the way his palm ground down into your clit.  

With no time to waste, he shoved the fabric to one side, sliding his fingers through your arousal and circling your clit as he bucked his bulge into the back of his hand. He parted his lips from yours, pressing his forehead against your own and groaning quietly as his jaw went slack from the friction in his jeans. You hooked your leg around his hip tighter, pulling him against you to encourage him to push those damn fingers inside you already.  

He obliged eagerly, slipping two inside – his rings only adding to the sensation – and curling instantly, meeting minimum resistance. You curled in on yourself, biting your lip to hush the moan that so desperately wanted to slip past. Despite the horror track on repeat around you, you really, really didn’t want to be caught like this... mostly because you didn’t want this to end yet. 

Mary worked you open expertly, having learned your body and what made you tick, committing you to memory. With every thrust of his hand and curl of his fingers, your chest barrelled forwards into him, forehead pressing into his as your lips chased his – except neither of you were coherent enough to kiss the other, jaws slack with heavy breaths taking over as your minds clouded with lust. 

“M-Mary... oh fuck, please...” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. Mary just nodded dumbly, retracting his fingers and sucking them into his mouth without hesitation, needing to clean them off quickly. He fumbled with his belt and zipper, pushing them down just barely enough to release his weeping cock, so painfully hard his tip glistened a deep red shade. 

“I’ve got you, doll...” he muttered, quickly lining himself up with your core and pushing himself inside until his hips lay flat against yours. So much thicker than two of his fingers, the stretch burned a little, both of you moving too fast to take your time with foreplay but you could care less; you needed him now, and you weren’t willing to compromise.  

You gripped the lapels of his leather jacket – the very same you’d stolen and given back to him – and held on tight as his hips began rocking against you. Both of his hands fell to your thighs, gripping you so tight you figured he would leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. Fuck, you hoped he would.  

With his hips he pinned you to the wall, lifting both thighs to wrap your legs around his waist and drive home over and over again while you held on tight. He buried his head in your neck, kissing, sucking, licking, biting at the skin as he lost himself in you. You felt like you were being mauled by a starving animal, the heat of your bodies and the swell of pleasure in your core only adding to the rabid way in which you let Mary take you. The way you grabbed at each other, held each other as close as possible proved how utterly entranced you were, and it frightened you. 

It scared you how much you seemed to need him, like he was the most addictive drug on the face of the earth. It scared you how much you had missed him, like a gaping wound had been left when you’d pushed him away and now that he was here, and he still wanted you, it was finally healing. It scared you to think that it could all disappear again, that if you let your death grip on him go, he would walk away for good.  

You couldn’t focus on that right now; you couldn’t focus on much of anything, in fact. All you could do was thread your fingers in Mary’s hair, gritting your teeth to stop the moans and screams that threatened to permeate the sound effects repeating from the speakers around you. Through the flashes of the strobe lights, you could just make out Mary’s expression of pained bliss. His eyes were screwed shut, features etched into a permanent growling expression. He pounded into you mercilessly, finding an angle that had the both of you losing your minds.  

“Fucking hell, I can’t... I won’t last, doll...” he warned, out of breath but unwilling to slow his hips. He was too far gone, needing release just as badly as you. 

“Don’t care, just... don’t stop!” you whined, pulling him by his hair to kiss him violently again. You just needed him.  

Mary wasn’t having it though; he would not be responsible for just his own orgasm tonight. He didn’t follow you in here to take what he wanted from you. Truthfully, he had no idea what had fuelled him to follow you in here except a burning desire to confront you, a force propelling him to get some sort of answers out of you. But the only question he needed answering was ‘do you want me?’ And now he certainly knew that you did. 

Securing your legs around his waist, his snuck one of his hands between you and pressed his fingertips to your clit as he fucked into you. In the position you both were, it was awkward and difficult, his fingers pressing to your sensitive clit hard enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain, but it was what you needed, and soon enough, you felt yourself hurtling towards a powerful and uncontrollable orgasm...  

“M-Mary!” you cried, trying so damn hard to keep your voice down, “d-don’t go...” 

“No, no no no I’m right here. Goin’ nowhere, doll. I’m here,” he assured you. “Come on, finish for me. I got you.” 

You let go, crashing your lips back to his if only to muffle your cries, too much pressure to allow your lips to move together at all. Your orgasm hit you violently, limbs spasming and muscles contracting as your mind sparked and short circuited. If Mary hadn’t been holding you up, you’d have slid down the wall to the hardwood floor beneath you, gasping for air.  

But Mary wouldn’t let you go, especially not when he was seconds away from climax himself. Your body contracting around him and the clenching of your walls on his cock had him losing any composure he’d mustered. Before he knew what he was doing, he was cumming inside you, filling you so full of his essence.  

He pushed his body to lean against yours, propping you both up on the wall as you came down together from the powerful high. The speakers muffled your heavy breaths as you both learned to control them, the flashing lights offering some kind of privacy amongst the plastic sheets that concealed you against the dead end to the maze. 

When the fog began to clear, you allowed yourself to look at Mary in front of you, dripping sweat from that spike of hair he called a fringe, his make-up patchy and shining with each flash of light. Unsure of what to do or say now, you opted for awkwardly tracing your fingers over his make-up, avoiding his eyes that watched you intently.  

“Are you, um... You okay?” he asked, gently setting your feet on the floor and moving his hands to your waist as he pulled his hips away from yours, leaving you feeling empty. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear that had stuck to your forehead from the humidity of the both of you, before adjusting your panties back to where they should sit, and tucking his softening length back into his jeans.  

“Yeah... I’m okay,” you half smiled, awkwardly readjusting your dress and feeling the uncomfortable feeling of Mary leaking from you... “You?” 

“Y-yeah, I mean...” He rubbed at the back of his neck, looking down at the floor. “Guess I got carried away.” You reached up to take his wrist from behind his head, entwining your fingers with his instead. He watched you closely, unsure what to say. 

“I don't mind,” you smirked, “I’m glad, even. I think... maybe we both needed that.” Mary smiled, avoiding your gaze again and nodding while he fiddled with your fingers between his.  

“We should, um... probably get out of here. Before your friends come looking for you, I mean.” He was right, eventually they’d come back for you, thinking you’d got lost in one of the mazes in the house of horrors. You’d rather they didn’t catch you holding hands with Mary Goore; you weren’t willing to try and explain that to them. “You hungry? There’s like, a hot dog cart out there and some taco trucks, maybe if you-” 

“I can’t...” you interrupted him, your smile faltering. You couldn’t walk out of here with him. You couldn’t be spotted at the damn bicentennial fair with Mary. Your father was here somewhere, his goons, people from the town... If they saw, it would be bad. It would be so bad. “We can’t, Mary.” 

 An uncomfortable silence settled over you, Mary’s expression turning to one of hurt, his face paling. He chuckled darkly, letting go of your hand only to run it over his face as he shook his head. 

“Wow. Yeah, okay.” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just-” 

“No, no, I get it,” he held his hands up, taking a step back from you. “I wouldn’t wanna be seen with me either.” 

“Mary, please-” you stepped towards him, but he took another step back.  

“No, y’know what? You’re... you’re unbelievable,” he sneered. “You wanna claim you’re stereotyped, you’re so fuckin’ hard done by? Maybe if you don’t wanna be judged on appearances, you should learn not to do it to other people.”  

His face was one of thunder, quickly defensive again. But you saw why now... It took Mary spelling it out for you to see; you were doing to him the very thing you’d accused him of. Your own medicine certainly tasted bitter... 

“Mary, I’m sorry, but my father is here!” you tried to protest, only managing to rub salt into the wound. Tears stung at your eyes, the panic that Mary was slipping away again setting in. You didn’t feel lonely with Mary. You could be in a crowd of people who all knew your name, and still feel alone. But not with Mary. Yet he was slipping away again.  

“This ain’t fair. You can’t just... pick and choose when it’s acceptable to be around me!” he raised his voice, and you stepped toward him again to shush him, worried someone might hear and find you... Mary saw this as further confirmation you were ashamed to be seen with him, lifting his arms out of your grasp and stepping back another step. “No! I’m tired of being everyone’s dirty little secret.” 

Before you could make another move or think of anything to say in your defence, Mary turned and walked through the plastic sheets, swatting them harshly out of the way until he disappeared from your view, leaving you stood alone in the flashing lights and special effects, tears staining your cheeks and a sob caught in your throat. 

You were alone again.  

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Some of my favourite moments of MTP Volume 11 (since I just read it for the first time yesterday)

[I don't have any meta theory content right now tbh I'm too preoccupied with exams, I had started a whole thing about depictions of brotherhood in the series that's kind of interesting but idk if i'll finish it. Also I took pictures of the physical volume so sorry for my camerawork)

1) Jealous Sherlock Holmes and Miss Hudson calling him out. She's iconic and him being in denial about being jealous is funny as hell.

2) Whatever this is (Sherlock buddy I know what you are because why is William living rent free in your head bro)

3) More jealous Sherlock Holmes, he's literally third wheeling in the first picture and he's so pissed about it.

4) TOBYYYYY

5) William showing up in this double page spread between chapters despite having no plot relevance in this volume

6) This panel is fun idk

7) I don't have any pictures for this but Mary Morstan being the one to figure out that there's 2 intruders go queen. Also the whole Sherlock vs Mary 'mind games' type stuff is so much better in the manga than the anime they watered her down so bad.

That's all for now but I could probably write a lot about Mary's character and Sherlock's responses to her and his tests to try and find out her real goals because in the manga she's so much more interesting. I should be reading volume 12 soon which means I could potentially have a ton to talk about but also alevel exams are taking up a lot of brainpower right now so idk when that will be lmao.

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🐉𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰🐉 (WORK IN PROCESS)

Including warnings, wether they were one-shots or bigger stories and other useful things like when I wrote them and how dark Aemond is in the stories. The list is a work in process so please be patient as I try my best to get it together:)) The princess of Dragonstone is fully published her and on archive.

My one shots are here as well.

The list is devided into older more dark and less polished content and warnings should be headed before clicking on anything of it.

BIGISH STORIES

🐲The princess of dragonstone🐲 Completed.

THE PRINCESS OF DRAGONSTONE IS COMPLETED AND HAS HER OWN BEAUTIFUL MASTERLIST HERE. DO MIND HER WARNINGS BEFORE YOU READ. THANK YOU.

🐝FIRE AND BLOOD🐝An intense story about two rivial brothers, doomed to always wanting to outshine each other, a civil war, and a noble girl who loses everything caught between them. Aemond x oc, Aegon x oc. Smut, dark smut, sharing, non-con, dub-con, brat-taming, slavexmaster things dom/sub themes and sadism as well as major characters death (but not aemond nor aegon or mc)

Chapter one: Lessons and punishments

Chapter Two: Plans and plots

Chapter Three: First times

Chapter Four: Jealousy

Chapter five: Death and duty

CHAPTER SIX: Punishment

Chapter seven: Aftermath

Chapter eight: Drinking

Chapter Nine: Battubs and compensation

Chapter ten: Pain and pleasure

Chapter eleven: The death of duty

Chapter 12: The death of duty

Chapter 13: That still small voice

Chapter 14: Kinslayer

Chapter 15: Dragons and the bee

Chapter 16: Last fluttering of wings

Chapter 17: The new norma;

Chapter 18: Reunion

Chapter 19: Queen of the Hive

Chapter 20: Fire and blood

Chapter 21 :the dance of two dragons

Chapter 22: a unwilling queen

FUTURE CHAPTERS ARE PLANNED FOR THIS FIC!!

❄️Snow Falls❄️ (x Aemond only) deliciously dark!Aemond, some say the darkest out of them. Aemond Targaryen is looking for allies in the North, for his brother's cause. So, he goes to the second biggest house in the North: House WyldeWoods of WyldeCrest. He takes a interest in the daughter of Lord Wyldewoods, the coy and mysterious lady Willa. She was never mentioned in the books discussing her familiy, and he wonders as to why that is. After Lord WyldeWoods makes some rather anti-Valyrian comments, Aemond takes you prisoner and beheads your family, claiming you as his wife and spoils of war.

CHAPTER ONE: Winter is coming

CHAPTER TWO: FIRSTS

CHAPTER THREE: SNOW DRIFTS

CHAPTER 4: THE PRICE

CHAPTER 5: ESCAPE

CHAPTER 6: THE FOX AND THE DRAGON

CHAPTER 7: THE THING YOU LOVE MOST

CHAPTER 8: THE PRICE OF GOLD

CHAPTER 9: SLAUGHTER OF INNOCENCE

CHAPTER 10: THINGS WE DO IN THE DARK

CHAPTER 11: The North remembers

CHAPTER 12: NIGHTMARES AND DAYDREAMS

CHAPTER 13: THE BURDEN

CHAPTER 14: REBELLION

CHAPTER 15: Fire and Blood

CHAPTER 16: AWAIT OUR TURN

CHAPTER 17: IF THE CARRIAGE IS ROCKING-

CHAPTER 18: READING

CHAPTER 19: KINGS AND QUEENS

CHAPTER 20: LESSONS IN THE BEDROOM

CHAPTER 21: The prince and the fox

Chapter 22:The bathroom

Chapter 23: The library

Chapter 24: The dining room

Chapter 25: Running around in circles

Chapter 26: Attonment

PILLARS OF SALT AND PILLARS OF SAND

Story about Harwins and Rhaenyra's daughter who bends the knee to Aegon to save Luc life. (Aegon central fanfic) Darkish (but aegon is not dark)

Chapter one: Storm's end

Chapter two: Alternatives

Chapter Three: Prisoner

Chapter four: A demented idea

Chapter five: The wrath of a mother

Chapter six: A shadow of a conquerer

Chapter seven: Two princesses, one dreamer

Chapter eight: Of wives and kings

Chapter nine: Those last moments of what we call ''freedom''

Chapter ten: The realms villian

Chapter eleven: One soul, one heart, one flesh

Chapter 12: The house that carried the dragon

Chapter 13: Gods, guts, gifts.

ONE SHOTS

Due to space issues, the one-shots wont be on my archive. You can find them here on tumblr:)

🦌Storm's ends fury 🦌

A short story about Maris Baratheon and her kiss with Aemond Targaryen at Storm's End. (Very short, barely 400)

🦌Fury's Storm, alternative version🦌

A short story very samilair to plot above might be a rewrite i did i cant recall how this ended up on my profile. Bratty Aemond though.

🐧The things we do for love 🐧(Dark!Aemond and Aegon capture daemons lover. Smut and other things) part 2 and now recently part 3

🧀Untiteld genderbend cheese assasin x aemond fanfic🧀 x aemond mostly

🌓The first night x aegon mostly🌓 A story about a girl marrying her love and Aegon and aemond getting upset with her breaking the laws.

🔫the devil made us sin criminal au story about criminal aegon and aemond 🔫

🌖For the night is dark and full of terrors: 🌖Priesteress mc who loves Aegon and her mother wants his throne

🔫The devil made us sin other version 🔫

🔫The devil made us sin gore aemond or aegon snippet🔫

🦌Storm born baratheon x aemond one shot. part 1 and 2 🦌

The maid of the red keep oneshot

Pirate mc one shot

The final devil made us sin and the best one at that part 2 is here

Lion brat part one

Spy queen x prince regent aemond

Aemond x Daemon one shot

GOTXHOTD One shot

ashes burn

The girl in the silver dress

Daddy dearest

Sandstorm

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Updated on October 22 2023

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Courted by the Dragon

Chapter 5 - Cyvasse

Aemond Targaryen is both the cause and witness to the greatest humiliation of your life. You would rather die than see him again. Yet summer at court and the precipice of civil war have other ideas.

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While the men are hunting, court is held in the queen's private chambers and there is enough cake and gossip to fuel an entire afternoon.  

The cake, you enjoy, but the gossip is all the same. Suitors. Marriage. Betrothals. It's as though the men never left and, the name which far surpasses all others in its frequency, is Aemond.  

The sound of it seems to prick your ears from every direction and, for a moment, you wonder if he enjoys being the most eligible bachelor at court. Except you already know the answer to that. You've never seen him dance or flirt. In fact, the only time you've ever seen Aemond perform for his gaggle of starry-eyed admirers, is that day on the balcony. And you’re not sure if he did it for their benefit, or if it was just a natural result of arrogance and gloating. 

Laughing to yourself, you decide on the latter before reaching for your second raspberry tart. 

Your mother, however, has other ideas. She slides the plate from your grasp and, if that wasn’t bad enough, she also picks up the embroidery hoop which has been idling on your lap for the past twenty minutes.  

"This will need unplucking... again ,” she scolds, handing it back to you with a pair of scissors and a stern look. 

You refrain from rolling your eyes, looking instead at Maris and Cassandra who have almost finished their handkerchiefs. They never have to unpluck anything!  

Why can’t you be more attentive? It would save you so much time in the long run, and your poor thumb wouldn’t be facing another round of pin pricks. With that in mind, you quietly decide that one wonky cornflower will have to do, no matter how much your mother disapproves. 

Afterall, it's not as though you'll be giving this handkerchief as your favour, since you can’t think of a single person who will ask for it.   

So, instead of wasting more time, you wait until your mother is distracted by something Cassandra has said. Then you slip away, taking your hoop and a spool of thread as though you might continue elsewhere.  

Your real destination is the bookcase on the other side of the room, and it's been calling your name since you first arrived.

The closer you get, the easier you can see the dragons carved into the wood just like they are carved into everything else. The walls, the chairs, the stone fireplace. As though anyone in this room could ever forget you were in the lair of the dragons.  

Reaching the bookshelf, you’re excited to see every inch of space is piled high, and some of the volumes look as though they have never even been touched, their spines smooth and their gold embossed lettering in pristine condition.  

There are no new books in Storms End, and you itch to open one. Wanting to smell the fresh ink on crisp parchment and feel the pages beneath your fingertips. But you don’t. You'd hate to be the one who sullies that perfect leather, and these aren’t just anyone’s books, they’re the Queens. So, you reach for an older book, its cover curled at the edges, its pages stained and wrinkled from countless turns.  

Aegon’s Conquest.  

Flicking through the first few chapters, you wonder if Aemond has read it and curse yourself as soon as the thought enters your mind. Wasn't it enough for his name to be in every conversation? Did he really need to creep into your subconscious too? Though you suppose you couldn’t really blame Aemond for that, he wasn’t even here. Still, blaming him felt infinitely better than blaming yourself.  

Replacing the book back onto the shelf, you turn to the window. From here, you can see a perfect view over Blackwater Bay, and it could remind you of home if it wasn’t for the near constant stream of merchant ships. Most of them are small, with only one sail to propel them through the water. But one is much larger, and you count 15 sails in total as it leaves port, its tiny crew standing on deck. 

You wonder where they're going, who they carry, and just how exciting it would be to sail away to some strange and exotic place like Braavos or Volantis. 

When you can’t make out the people onboard the ship any longer, you turn your attention to the Cyvasse board. You’ve never seen one like this before, its pieces carved from ivory and jade instead of black and white.  

You reach to pick up the green dragon and its heavier than it looks, the stone perfectly smooth and the carving intricately detailed. It almost feels as though it might spark to life in the palm of your hand, which leads you to wonder just how small real dragons are when they’re born.  

You'd never thought much of dragons before but, here , they are everywhere. Carved, embroidered, painted and prowling the halls in black leather.  

Holding the piece closer to the window, the tiny green gems of its eyes glow brightly in the sunlight, and again you’re thinking of Aemond . You’ve never seen what lies beneath the black patch across his scar, but you know it's a gem and wonder of its colour. Green like the tiny dragon in your hand, or blue like his eye.  

Cursing yourself again for not only thinking of Aemond but knowing the precise shade of blue which makes up his eye, you place the dragon back on the board then reach to investigate another piece- 

"Do you play?” A voice startles you, and you glance over your shoulder to see Queen Alicent standing directly behind you. 

“Your Grace,” you gasp, turning to face her and offering a somewhat awkward curtsy.  

What was it about this family which always seemed to catch you by surprise?  

“I said, do you play?” 

“A little.” And not as well as you would like. Cyvasse partners were not frequent in the Hall of Storms End and, if they were, most people didn’t want to play with a girl.  

“Then sit,” she says, gesturing towards the ivory side of the board.  

For a moment, you don’t move. Was this really happening? Were you really going to play Cyvasse with the queen? The whole thing seemed so unlikely to the girl you were a few months ago, yet it was happening just the same.  

You force your legs to move, sitting opposite her but not without casting a weary look towards your family. But its only Maris who seems to notice what is happening and, when you smile, she does not return it. 

“Your sisters seem to have become quite close friends with Helaena,” the Queen says, drawing your attention back to her. 

“The Princess is very kind,” you reply sweetly, thinking your mother would be pleased with your answer. But more pleased to hear you had not gone on to say, ‘unlike your son.’  

The queen doesn’t reply and there’s a comfortable silence as you both arrange your Cyvasse pieces into your preferred starting positions.  

You know it will be your turn first, but you’re not sure what piece to play. You don't want to appear too aggressive or too careful. You want something surprising, thoughtful. Though you suppose none of that really matters, since your only real hope is that she won’t beat you too quickly.  

You move the Light Horse. 

“Are you enjoying your time in Kings Landing?” she asks, contemplating her own move for longer than you would have imagined. 

“It is... everything I expected it to be.” 

“Quite the political answer,” she says, sliding her Rabble two spaces forward.  

Your aunt always played her Rabble in the same way. As a result, your second move is a little quicker and the queens is too. You both play four more turns before there is a longer pause while she considers her options. 

“I noticed you looking at the books, you may borrow one, if you wish,” she says, falling into the trap you’ve been baiting. 

Your heart quickens, excited. “Thank you, your grace,” you say, sliding your Dragon to capture her Elephant.  

For her move, she claims a Trebuchet, and you bite your lip, frustrated by your mistake.  

“A good Cyvasse player must notice everything, ” she says and, maybe she’s talking about the game, but there’s something in her tone which causes you to meet her eye and wonder why she has noticed you .  

The room is filled with other ladies. Ones who crave her company, one’s who she’s known for years and most with stations far higher than yours. Still, you don’t ask her why. You play your next move and, more than thirty moves later, the Queen wins.  

You’re not surprised by her victory. It's been almost a year since your last game, which is a good enough excuse, yet you hate to lose just the same.   

“You play very well but you should practice more,” she says, and you enjoy her praise far more than you’d care to admit.  

"Thank you, your grace but my family does not play,” you reply, knowing instantly that Maris, who has not stopped staring, would hate you for saying this.  

If the queen wanted Cyvasse, then Maris would practice until her fingers bled, even if she despised every moment of the game. 

“Then meet me tomorrow, after breakfast, in the garden.”  

This is not a request, nor does she wait for an answer or even stay in the room. She’s done with court and leaves you and the rest of the ladies to finish the afternoon alone.  

Later, when you should be sleeping, Maris sneaks into your room, sitting at the bottom of your bed with her hair in rags. 

“What did you talk about with the Queen?” she asks, and you know she’s been desperate to ask you this all evening.  

“Nothing really, we just played.” 

“Urgh...” she falls back dramatically on the bed. “I’ve been trying to get her to notice me for weeks and you spend one afternoon with her and-” she sits back up, frowning, “it's not fair!” 

“You try too hard.” 

“Well , you don’t try at all.” 

She wasn’t wrong. If anything, you were trying to stay out of the way. But you supposed aloof was noticeable when everyone wanted centre stage. Perhaps if you were livelier, you’d be less visible. Like you were those first two weeks at court.  

“I envy you,” she says, reaching to brush away the hair which has fallen onto your cheek. “You are the third daughter which is even worse than being the second, but you don’t care. I wish I didn’t care.” 

“Then don’t,” you smile, taking her hands in yours and holding them tightly. “Starting now, no more caring about what anyone thinks.” 

She returns your smile, and you both know that what you’ve said is an impossible task for someone like Maris. She cares about everything and everyone. Still, neither of you say it.  

Instead, you scoot over in the bed and pull back the covers for her to climb in beside you. You haven't slept together like this since you were little girls, but the excitement you feel is just the same. Sometimes you would stay up all night, talking, telling stories and daring each other to sneak down the hall to bang on Septa Orella's door. Maris would never do it, but you could never resist.  

Blowing out the candle, you both snuggle into the quilt, lying face to face, arms tucked under pillows and eyes still not quite heavy enough for sleep.  

“There is one person I care about...” she whispers in the dark. 

“Who?” 

“Aemond, of course,” she says as if this is common knowledge, yet it is not common to you. 

"You don’t even know him,” you say, hating the tone in your voice. So judgemental, so accusatory.  

“What is there to know?” 

What is there to know about a man you care for? You scoff, its times like these when you realise just how different you are from her. 

“How about his manner? His interests? His passions?” Or the way he might mercilessly tease a person for the rest of their life. Which leads you to the terrible realisation that, if Maris marries Aemond, then you will never be rid of him.  

“You are quite the secret romantic,” she says, laughing softly. "Ladies do not marry men for their interests, and I do know him. He is a Prince of the realm and Helaena has told me he is the kindest and most gentle brother.” Her voice turns so whimsical at the last part that you can’t help but snort. 

“Helaena is hardly going to tell you that he is ungentlemanly, exasperating and completely incapable of-” you stop yourself.  

What exactly were you going to say next? Incapable of forgetting a certain day on the beach?  

You swallow your words, but Maris presses for more. "Incapable of what ?”  

“Smiling ,” you say quickly, except that isn't true. You've seen him smile plenty of times. Heard his infuriating laughter too. Yet Maris agrees with you.  

“You’re right, he never really seems to smile but I can hardly hold that against him.” 

“You don’t hold anything against anyone,” you remind her.  

“Well, you hold everything against everyone . You know we are all wondering why Ser Harrold does not ask you to dance anymore...” her tone is playful, as though she assumes the whole thing is by your design and you don’t refute her. 

“Ser Harrold is a fool.” 

You can practically hear the roll of her eyes. "Is there a single man you don’t despise?” 

“Of course,” you say, keeping your tone even and entirely serious. “I don’t despise, Lord Henry.” 

Maris giggles so loudly you’re certain she will wake the entire keep. “He is a cat!” 

“And much more amiable than the men at court,” you say, trying desperately to hold onto your own giggles. But Maris’ laughter is so infectious that you’re both forced to cover the quilt over your head to smother the sounds.  

When you come up for air, you don’t tell her you’re playing Cyvasse with the Queen in the morning. In fact, you don’t tell anyone, and for someone who is trying to steer clear of unwelcome company, you’re doing a terrible job.  

~~~~

Thank you for all your lovely comments, likes and reblogs on the previous chapters! <3

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Who is the Sexiest Fictional Podcast Character?

After receiving 219 submissions for 152 characters from 52 podcasts and a round of preliminaries, we have our brackets!*

*20 characters from the podcast Welcome to Night Vale will appear later in a Night Vale-only bracket.

Round 1:

Scripted Bracket

Isabel Lovelace (Wolf 359) vs Cyrille (5 Minuten Harry Podcast)

Krejjh (The Strange Case of Starship Iris) vs Lady Ethel Mallory (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Lord Arum (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs The Witch Queen A.K.A. Daughter Dooley (Old Gods of Appalachia

Warren Kepler (Wolf 359) vs Ashley "Ash" Ramis (Georgie Romero is Done For)

Brutus Feels (Kane and Feels) vs Shan (SPINES)

Sir Caroline (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs The Dragon Narrator (Unseen)

Alé (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs Hester/The Narrator (Within The Wires: Season 1)

Thistle/The Woman (Alice Isn't Dead) vs Sam Bailey (The Sheridan Tapes)

Peter Nureyev (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Butt (Pounded In The Butt By My Own Podcast: Episode 1)

Alice (Alice Isn't Dead) vs Diggory Graves (Hello From the Hallowoods)

Antigone Funn (Wooden Overcoats) vs Ryan Dallas (EOS 10)

Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives) vs Galileo (Let's Make A Music)

Lucifer Kane (Kane and Feels) vs Gin (Story Break: Heaven Heist)

Amaryllis of Exile (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs Mabel Martin (Mabel)

Pilot Pereya (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Hester Oleta (Within The Wires: Season 1)

Strelitzia (Additional Postage Required) vs Harold "HBD" Bastion Demetrius (The Soft-Boiled Detective)

Akmazian (EOS 10) vs Everyone from The Strange Case of Starship Iris

Damien (The Bright Sessions) vs Mari Datuin (Hi Nay)

Count Dracula (Re: Dracule) vs Static Man (Archive 81)

Dragana Vukovic (The White Vault) vs Elias Bouchard (The Magnus Archives)

Agnes Montague (The Magnus Archives) vs Vega Rex (Vega: A Sci-Fi Adventure Podcast!)

Mina Murray (Re: Dracula) vs Nicholas Waters (Archive 81)

Mark Bryant (The Bright Sessions) vs Laura (Hi Nay)

Georgie Crusoe (Wooden Overcoats) vs Kate Burnham (The Bridge)

Keisha (Alice Isn't Dead) vs SAYER (SAYER)

Chance Sequoyah (The Penumbra Podcast) vs Yaretzi (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Buddy Aurinko (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Dane (Dreamboy)

Sadie Doyle (Thrilling Adventure Hour: Beyond Belief) vs Hera (Wolf 359)

Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives) vs The CryptoNaturalist (The CryptoNaturalist)

Rita (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Lou (Archive 81)

Dr. Joan Bright (The Bright Sessions) vs Ashvin Beeharee (Hi Nay)

Renée Minkowski (Wolf 359) vs Clara Page (Who is Aldrich Kemp)

Unscripted Bracket

Pickman (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle) vs The Shadow Man ('Til Death Do Us Blart)

Beacon (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty vs Glenn Close (Dungeons and Daddies)

Oscar Wilde (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Grand Magnificent (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Taako (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Bathin (Stella Firma)

Lup (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Sago Glegg (Rotating Heroes: Arc 6)

Sans Undertale (Interstitial: Our Hearts Intertwined: Authority) vs M. Leopold Duvall (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Duck Newton (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Chine (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Tryst Valentine (Campaign: Star Wars) vs Mini Smithson (Chapter and Multiverse: Masks)

Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks) vs Hector Hu (Friends at the Table: Bluff City)

Michael (The Adventure Zone: Dust) vs Nicky Close (Dungeons and Daddies

Zolf Smith (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Fourteen Fifteen (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Coco Cashmere (Hey Riddle Riddle) vs Trexel Geistman (Stella Firma)

Killian Fangbattle (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Henrietta Salm (Pest Control: Fate)

Kalvin Brnine (Friends at the Table: PALISADE) vs Lye "Lyke" Lichen (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Indrid Cold (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Rigour (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Chunt (Hello From The Magic Tavern) vs Suvirin Kedberiket (Worlds Beyond Number: The Wizard, The Witch, and the Wild One)

Tender Sky (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage) vs Pox (NeoScum)

The Firbolg (The Adventure Zone: Graduation) vs Ron Stampler (Dungeons and Daddies)

Azu (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Hadrian (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast: Bahumia) vs Caspian (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Amber Gris (The Adventure Zone: Ethersea) vs Jens Lyndelle (Not Another D&D Podcast: Trinvyvale)

Perennial (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN and PALISADE) vs Throndir (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Nadiya Jones (The Adventure Zone: Commitment) vs Ibex (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Cassander Timaeus Berenice (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight) vs Tech Wizard (NeoScum)

Vermillion "Milli" Blue (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN) vs Dak Rambo (NeoScum)

Rainer (The Adventure Zone: Graduation) vs Mercedes Oak-Garcia (Dungeons and Daddies)

Thisbe (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN and PALISADE) vs Echo Reverie (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Kravitz (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Henry Hogfish (Not Another D&D Podcast)

Aubrey Little (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Glenfyr "Glen" Gladewyn (Not Another D&D Podcast

Cel Sidebottom (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Adelaide Tristé (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Kardala (The Adventure Zone: Commitment) vs Jacqui Green (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Hella Varal (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron) vs (Former) Confessor Bartholomew Lamentations (The Unexplored Places: Ruin's Gate)

[buttherainbowhasabeard]

The Boys: Why the Gruesomest Show on TV Is Also One of the Greatest

Brash. Brazen. Bonkers. Brutal. Bloody. Bawdy. Bizarre. On the surface, 'The Boys' is a show I should absolutely loathe, yet I love it. Why? Because it’s like nothing else I’ve ever seen before, and that makes it exhilarating! 

In this day and age of remakes, reboots, sequels, and prequels, 'The Boys' is a revelation. It takes everything we’ve come to know and love about the superhero genre and turns it on its head. Actually, it smashes its head in and flies off, covered in blood, with a big grin on its face. 

This alone is a great antidote to the "superhero fatigue” that so many of us have been suffering from. With the DC Universe currently in a Chapter 1 reset, and the Marvel Cinematic Universe in the midst of a very busy Phase 5, ditching the genre (and all the films, TV shows, and spin-offs you have to watch to keep up with it) has been beyond tempting.

In showrunner Eric Kripke's cleverly subverted script for 'The Boys' (based on a comic book series by Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson), each superhero, or "supe,” as they are dubbed in the show, is a satirical spin on a classic DC or Marvel character, even down to their collective name, The Seven (based on the Justice League).

However, unlike the more moral idols it takes its inspiration from, 'The Boys' is an R-rated romp that explores the ramifications of giving ordinary humans superhuman powers. Behind all the muscled supersuits and PR-manufactured wholesomeness, our heroes have become outright antagonists, and the so-called vigilantes have become our (anti)heroes.

Soldier Boy is an angry and arrogant take on Captain America. Homelander is a narcissistic, sadistic, and volatile version of Superman. Queen Maeve is Wonder Woman, if she were reduced to a cynical sidekick. All-American girl Starlight is an amalgamation of Mary Marvel, Stargirl, and Dazzler. Kimiko possesses a feral quality akin to that of Wolverine. Tek Knight is a BDSM-obsessed Batman. Black Noir is a masked mercenary in the same vein as Deadpool (minus the sass). The Deep is a dumb, perverted parody of Aquaman, and A-Train is a reckless Flash or Quicksilver. They even have their own Nick Fury of sorts, in the form of Vought International SEO Stan Edgar.

In the era of corruption, celebrities, and social influence, real-life supes would definitely abuse their powers and gaslight the public into believing every bit of righteous bullshit that came out of their mouths. They only (and begrudgingly) do good deeds to get more follows and likes, and most don’t like each other either, viewing teammates and partners as competitors rather than comrades.

This dark, disturbing, and at times hilarious take on the genre is what makes the show stand out amongst the rest. It easily offends, distresses, traumatises, titilates, and grosses you out. But it’s not just done for headlines and shock value. Every single chaotic, cruel, and unpredictable action is there for a reason. It forms part of a character’s motivations, it propels the plot forward, or it sets up a new and exciting direction.

Casting is another ingenious ingredient in the supe soup that is 'The Boys'. Household names (Antony Starr, Karl Urban, Giancarlo Esposito, Jensen Ackles, Simon Pegg, and Jeffrey Dean Morgan, to name a few) are mixed in with relatively new names (Erin Moriarty, Karen Fukuhara, Tomer Capone, Dominique McElligott, Aya Cash, and Colby Minifie). However, all performances are stellar. There isn’t one specific actor who carries the whole show or steals every scene (although Starr can be the most mesmerising). As an ensemble, they all have a role to play, and they play it scarily and consistently well.

Every episode is an intense mix of gratuitous violence, gore, sex, nudity, language, and drug use. Characters engage in orgies, bodies are mutilated and torn apart, heads are blown clean off, religious views are ridiculed, and political agendas are exploited. There are supes who are sexist, supes who are homophobic, supes who are racist, supes who are ableist, and supes cloaked in woke ideology purely for the purpose of infiltration and manipulation.

That being said, and for a show that always feels one scene away from being banned, 'The Boys' has shown incredible restraint when it comes to its ending. Five seasons was what was planned, and five seasons is what it’ll be. Despite top ratings for each season, a loyal fanbase, rich source material, and the potential to introduce dozens more supes and storylines, 'The Boys' can clearly see the value of quitting while it's ahead, and I salute them for it.

I’m confident that the fifth and final season will be f**king diabolical, and I can’t wait!

[t4tozier]

in the hot for teacher verse do you have a desc doc for what you think the rat grinders look all human? :)

i don't have a specific doc for it because the first chapter was truly just vibes and i didn't expect to be writing more about them, but i do have some ideas in mind! the humanoids are pretty generally the same so for fun i'll give you some facts about all of them in the verse as well! putting this under the cut because it got quite long.

oisin: i was originally picturing him as black w locs, skinny teen who beefed up over the previous summer (lowkey wendell from nsbu before wendell existed) but i was mulling it over earlier and i actually really love the idea of samoan oisin?? he comes back from visiting his family over the summer and has gained so much muscle and fat and got some pe'a and everyone thinks he's so cool for it. he's got long hair that is usually up in a bun. probably also shoots up to 6'2, 6'3".

he's into manga. people who don't know him think he's really intimidating but he's the sweetest guy ever. ivy brings out the bitch in him lbr but for the most part he's just a really buff nerd. am i just describing ify nwadiwe. i swear it's not intentional.

ivy: i don't have a specific race for her but described her in got it bad as olive-skinned, brown hair with blonde highlights. i think she gets the chunky bleach highlights that were popular in like 2020-21. oisin is definitely the tallest of all of them, lucy the tallest of the girls, but ivy's probably second/third-tallest at around 5'8, 5'9.

she runs an anonymous aguefort confessions blog and has a viral tiktok account that mainly went viral as a result of the jace (and porter) videos. jace always says she's gotta quit with the gossip but will still ask her about it he's the worst enabler. she does archery and rides horses at aguefort! she transferred in middle school and everyone was very intrigued by her because she's british. they kept asking her if she's met the queen. she just started saying yes eventually.

lucy: since i made porter a white southern guy lucy is also white and southern by default. i think that she doesn't have the accent her uncle has because her dad married a new englander, so instead she's got this southern/new england mix that leaves her pronouncing certain words very oddly. she still has vitiligo--instead of gray hair she's got light brown with patches of white, and maybe a port wine stain on her face. she's about 5'11" - both of her parents are very tall so she inherited her height from them.

she got bullied pretty badly in elementary school and middle school. she is very sensitive and cries with basically every emotion so it can be hard to determine why she's actually crying if it's not obvious. she's not good at standing up for herself but her friends will hunt a bitch down for her. she will cry if you kill a bug instead of letting it outside. grew up knowing porter's best friend jace bc he gets brought to all the family events and was very grateful when he didn't make anyone call him mr stardiamond when they started his class because that would've been a weird switch to make.

mary ann: shortest one of the group at just around 5 feet. black, box braids with little charms on the ends, braces. her favorite outfit is overalls and her pink hoodie that she's been wearing for years on end because it's been washed so many times it's the perfect texture. between her height, her clothes, and being quiet and autistic, she gets infantilized a ton and she hates it so she will sometimes overcompensate by making dirty jokes at inappropriate times.

she's usually of the mindset that if someone isn't speaking directly to her or talking about something she's interested in she probably doesn't really need to join in the conversation. she was one of those toddlers who didn't speak until she could say a full sentence. she's the first girl on the football team--nobody thinks that she's gonna be any good but she's small enough that she just kind of darts between all the players and can hold her own more than people think.

buddy: truly just the same. sorry buddy i have nothing special for you. he's like 5'7". his grandpa runs the town's megachurch and he keeps trying to get everyone to come with him. he sort of latched onto their group but he genuinely is nice he's just also brainwashed so they haven't like actively tried to kick him out. i think that after spending enough time with them all he gets more chill especially because they call him out when he says something outright fucked up and he likes being friends with them so he wants to not offend them--it's just that he genuinely doesn't think he's saying anything wrong.

kipperlilly: also looks relatively the same but slightly taller, probably like 5'3". she and jace bond over having the same clothing organization app. she doesn't wear the prep-school kind of stuff she wears in canon but it's definitely still very clean, she probably irons everything. type a but not as much Like That.

jawbone realizes the conflict of interest when she starts talking about her anger issues and hating the others and actually has a parent teacher conference to recommend external therapy. can often be found with her journal after that. she and riz are in competition to see how many more ap credits they can gain than each other. rarely seen without lucy by her side. they have a homoerotic relationship for years because neither of them realize that they're more than girl best friends (and lucy's uncle porter always has his best friend everywhere, that's how adults are!)

ruben: i'm thinking he's maybe mixed, black and hispanic? he's got frizzy curls because he's much more invested in writing songs on his ukulele than paying attention to the right products for his curl pattern. he also has braces and mourns when his tooth gap closes because he can't whistle as well. 5'4".

he thinks it's the coolest thing to have his uncle work at the school and he and lucy bond over it even though he doesn't actually take his uncle henry's classes. he's part of the school band and plays in the orchestra for the theatre department - in addition to the ukulele he also plays acoustic guitar and piano.

[bisexual-bat]

chapter one

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“Oh my God, this is going to mess up the whole trip. The reservations are going to be given away. Wha…”

“Lily, honey, I need you to calm down,” stated Pandora.

“Yeah, Lills we could call the hotel and…”

“I TRIED THAT ALREADY THE PHONE LINES ARE DOWN,” Lily cut Marlene off.

                  Lily started pacing in the train car. The train car was forced to stop because of the blizzard. “Lily had been planning this trip since January and the three years the girls saved to afford it. They were going to a ski resort, and the night they were supposed to get there, Lily had made a reservation at a really fancy restaurant.

                  “well Lily I’m sure someone informed the people in the next town that the train isn’t coming in, that should include the resort and the restaurant right?” Dorcas, the voice of reason, says

                  “I suppose that could make sense, but the town is still like 5 hours away! We’re in the middle of nowhere!” Lily exclaimed.

                  “Lils lighten up a little, pls. Have some fun”

                  “Yeah, Mary’s right. So let’s go get some food, do some face masks, and watch Scream. I downloaded it,” said Marlene

Meanwhile with the boys…

“First Reggie and Pads don’t show up then the train gets stopped. Could this day get any wo…”

“DO NOT SAY THAT! You're going to make it worse,” yelled Peter.

“ Yeah, James. That’s like basic movie logic,” said Evan.

“We’re not in a movie, “ said Remus.

“Yet, what if we’re in a horror movie?” questioned Evan

“Yeah next going missing is gonna be Jamie,” said Barty

“Ok everyone needs to calm down. Reg and Pads literally texted you saying that they would meet us at the resort. It’s not like they were kidnapped,” reasoned Remus.

“You say that now Remus,” Evan said ominously.

“I hope you step on a Lego.”

“Woah there Mr. Moony who said friendly fire was allowed?”

“Friendly fire my fist up your ass.”

The two groups headed to the dinner car.  Besides the two groups of five, there was an elderly couple, named Euphemia and Fleamont. You could hear the chef shouting their names in a jolly manner. They seemed like good friends. They got blueberry pie and some hot chocolate.

The girls got a table together. Lily got a crepe with strawberries and Nutella and some hot cocoa, Pandora got a Caesar salad with some hot apple cider, and Mary got a cup of fruit salad, which was very beautifully made, with a bottle of Fanta. Marlene got some cheesy fries with a can of coke and Dorcas got a slice of apple pie with some hot apple cider, miss queen loves her apples.

The boys also got a table after having to push like three tables together.  James got a very special salad and pulled his homemade dressing out of his fanny pack, and he got water. Now on to Remus, he got the biggest slice of chocolate cake you have ever seen with a coffee with like five sugar cubes in it. Peter got a hamburger with nothing on it, the patty and the bun nothing else, and a hot coco. Now Barty got a sandwich with ketchup, mustard, and relish on some white bread with grape Fanta and Evan just ate some of the licorice he brought and got a bottle of root beer.  

“What is happening Siruis?”

“I don’t know Reggie but it should be fine. We’re going to be ok.”

“Put in your phone password,” a rough voice commanded, “and text anyone who would be worried about you. I will check and if you do anything else your brother here is getting shot in the knee.”

The girls went back to their car and started the face mask and watching Scream.

[cogcltrcorn]

I have went insane. anyway. my ideal "the vampire lestat" album (or "songs lestat WISHES he wrote first").

yes the songs DO follow the order and themes of the chapters in the novel the vampire lestat, thank you for asking. compelete breakdown is under readmore.

if this doesn't become canon I'm suing rolin jones for emotional damages

1. The fame, lady gaga - self explanatory, the introduction. I am the vampire lestat, I'm immortal, more or less. I am what america calls a rock superstar, ETC

2. ARTPOP, lady gaga - the rise of lelio, specifically nicki playing the violin in the witches place and in general the birth of Lestat's idea that art is the only thing that can protect you from the darkness

3. liquid smooth, mitski - the magnus of it all. the turning.

4. Aura, lady gaga - this is ALSO going into the legacy of magnus chapter. this is when lestat decides that being evil is fun and also he is most definitely NOT scared and NOT broken he killed his former and!! he's not a wandering slave he is a woman of choice!!

5. G.U.Y - this is just about gabrielle. like look me in the eyes and tell me it isn't

6. Venus - children of darkness song. take me to your leader. when you touch me I die for a minute inside etc etc

7. Dance in the dark - the vampire armand chapter. sometimes you just gotta write a song about your ex's trauma you know

8. brand new city, mitski - the whole. dying in egypt thing. and marius of it all. notice how mitski comes out every time there is an old ass vamp in the picture

9. bloody mary, lady gaga - the akasha song... lestat WOULD look at himself and say "well I am basically like mary magdalene except for the incredibly ancient vampire queen"

10. Lightning, Charli xcx - THIS IS THE SONG FOR LLOUISSSS... frankly I had sooo many options. well I guess lestat will need to release an ep filled with specially songs for louis

11. Applause, lady gaga - obviously the "age of new innocence", aka "god I love the modern times" song. he truly does live for the applause btw

[cha-melodius]

Missed my self-appointed weekly check-in for @ficreadingchallenge by a day, but here are this week's reads/recs!

New (to me) Pairing: 5 times John asks Gale to kiss him (and one time Gale asks him instead) by @nicijones, which is a buck x bucky (clegan) missing scenes 5+1 fic. I've been eyeing some fics in this fandom and this gave me the push to dive in with this absolutely heartrending and beautiful fic!

Long Fic: Noble Blood by @orchidscript. Cora finished this one up this past week, so I'm checking it off here since I read the last chapters! A truly masterful blending of RWRB and Mary & George, from the queen of historical AUs. Really an amazing journey.

Secret Relationship: the stolen hearts of things by @ninzied. Sorry for the spoiler on this inclusion Nina, I couldn't figure out how to include it otherwise and I really want to rec it!! This is absolutely gorgeous and so so incredibly well done, everyone should absolutely go read it. Broke my heart and put it back together.

... well it looks like this week I need to either listen to a podfic or find a road trip fic lmao. If you've got a rec, let me know!

[hellspawntale-rebooted]

DELTARUNE/OMORI CROSSOVER AU: HEADSPACE.

The DARK WORLDS Are replaced with Headspaces. They’re still entered the Same way, through Dark Fountains.

It’s a post True-Ending AU where Sunny and Basil are forgiven by the group, AND, The house Sunny was going to move to turns out to have been taken back by the original seller, so he stays in Faraway.

Roles: Sunny take’s Kris’s role. In Headspaces, he becomes OMORI.

Aubrey takes Susie’s role. In Headspaces, she becomes Headspace Aubrey.

Basil takes Ralsei’s role. In Headspaces, he becomes Headspace Basil.

MARI takes the role of The SAVE POINTS. (Aubrey has a bit of a breakdown every time they save)

HERO takes BERDLY’s Role. At first, he believes that the Mari in Headspace COULD be the real one (as a result of some still not gotten over grief), but eventually at the end of Chapter 2, realizes that’s not the case. He becomes Headspace Hero in the chapter 2 Headspace.

KEL takes NOELLE’S ROLE. He becomes Headspace Kel in the Chapter 2 Headspace, and is the party member that joins you for the Chapter 2 Split Up. (the Snowgrave route becomes the KEL NUKE Route.)

Some Darkners stay the Same. Some change. Here’s the ones that change:

SPACEBOY Takes KING’S role.

SWEETHEART takes QUEEN’S role.

BERLY takes LANCER’s role.

Pluto takes C.Round’s Role.

Humphrey takes Nubert’s role.

Mutantheart takes Spamtons role. She becomes PERFECTHEART in the Neo battle.

Kite Kid and Kid’s Kite take Jevil’s role.

(Starwalker and Roulxs stay the exact same cuz that’s funny)

Oh, and Mewo takes The role of the Annoying dog.

Other OMORI characters appear to, just not all of them take a deltarune character’s role.

Some other little things change from Deltarune, too. For example:

There’s no “Heart shaped Ferris wheel” Scene, instead, we just get a little scene with OMORI and Basil chatting, then Aubrey comes out from Kel’s Dungeon room, tells OMORI and Basil that she freed Kel and that he’s just taking a rest for a bit.

We DO get an “Acid tunnel of love” scene with OMORI and Basil.

Sunny/Omori actually TALK. Not much, but more than normal.

There’s some HEAVILY implied Sunflower. Lots of moments.

Despite Aubrey and Kel taking Susie and Noelle’s roles, they aren’t given any ship moments. No “Suselle.” With these 2. No weird Hero “Berdly” moments either.

BASIL sleeps over at Sunny’s house at the end of every Chapter. Aubrey starts doing so too after Chapter 2’s headspace. Kel sleeps over on CHAPTER 5.

The Legend is the same, and the party gets a new part of it at the end of each chapter.

[oddmawd]

sneak preview of the chapter 5 moodboard for The Art of Queen Sacrifice, my Doflamingo/OC fanfic

STORY SUMMARY:

In chess, a player commits “queen sacrifice” by intentionally giving up their queen to gain a significant strategic or material advantage upon the board.

But life is not a game of chess, and such strategies are easier prescribed than practiced — a lesson the princess of Mary Geoise will personally learn when she offers her hand in marriage to the Pirate Warlord Doflamingo in a desperate bid to spare her beloved kingdom from his wrath.

[Doflamingo/OC. Royalty AU. Princess!OC. Unnamed/undescribed OC for x-reader fans. BIWEEKLY UPDATES.]

READ IT HERE

[fuiabarcelos]

Sam Winchester: Fic Recs (August - 2023)

This month I've read a lot of fantastic stories. Congratulations to all the authors who wrote these incredible stories!

Most of the stories posted here weren't published this month, but they're my favorite stories I've read this month.

1 - I Bet On Losing Dogs: By @slvtwh0re

The reader is hit by a spell that makes her feel a lot of pain, Sam is there to make sure she's okay.

Info: One Shot - 1700 Words

Warnings: "pain, crying, near-death experience" - Warnings described by the creator.

2 - 12x06 Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox: By @imagining-supernatural

Info: One shot - 1078 Words

3 - All Work, No Play: By @idreamofhazel

What happens when you see Sam shirtless and can't control your feelings?

Info: One shot - 1700 Words

Warnings: "Just fluff" - Warnings described by the creator.

4 - “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”: By @sharonisantisocialimagines

Info: One shot - 1466 Words

5 - Doctors Orders /Part 2: By @plus-size-reader

"Ketch kidnapping you and brainwashing you, along with Mary, in an attempt to use you against the boys."

Info: One shot (2 parts) - 2650 Words

Warnings: "None" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

6 - All this time...: By @thinkinghardhardlythinking

"Sam and Y/N have been best friends since they first met when they were 15 years old. Now, Sam needs her help with a case and old feelings start to flare."

Info: Serie - 4 chapters

Warnings: "Angst and fluff and in the last part only, smut (you can just not read that part if smut is not for you, or go straight to it if it’s all you want)" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

7 - The Perfect Date: By @queen-of-deans-booty

"You, Sam, and Dean have been through a lot and with Amara surfacing as a very serious threat, Sam just wants the perfect date for you to show you how much he loves you."

Info: One shot - 1469 Words

Warnings: "just some fluffy sammy" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

8 - Car’s outside (but I don’t wanna go tonight): By @yourmomxx

"Sam feels bad because he’s always away on hunts. you reassure him."

Info: One shot - 1300 Words

Warnings: "Angst, fluff, insecure Sam" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

9 - We're Endgame: By @kaleldobrev

"Although you’ve been out of the hunting game for years, Dean manages to suck you back in when you are recruited in pretending to date Sam for a case"

Info: One shot - 2900 Words

Warnings: "Fluff, Angst, Mutual Pining" - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

10 - Rainfall: By @67chevy-imagine

"A glimpse of how deep Sam’s affections truly are."

Info: One shot - 2521 Words.