#verse: lion crowned and dragons torrent

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Starter for @aamaranthiine from Jaime (OP verse) In response to this post (Not Accepting)

Fingers are drumming impatiently against the table as he's waiting for his betrothed. The word alone has him shaking his head. This wasn't what he wanted. He wanted no wife, no children. It was why he had joined the Gods Knights all those years ago. To avoid these responsibilities. He didn't want to become the new head of house Lannister, his brother Tyrion could have all the titles for all he cared. Jaime only wanted to be knight, wanted to be as famous and skilled as Saint Garling. A decision his father had always hated and despite everything he had still found a way to get what he wanted.

His future wife wasn't one from the other houses or even a celestial dragon in the first place. No. She came from the Blues and yet she was something special. He knew his sister had already met her and knowing her she was likely already planning to get rid of her too. Just like she had done with her husband. Not that Jaime could blame her for this, he happily turned a blind eye to her doings in this regard.

As the door opens Jaime has at least the decency to stand up from his seat. Looking at her he could see that she was as happy about this arrangement as he was, meaning not at all. She was...not at all what he had expected if he was honest with himself.

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Wings or not, I can still toss you over the edge of the Redline. It would bring Cersei great satisfaction to see her fall. To know that there would be nothing left of this woman when she came in contact with the ground. If her body didn't get mangled before already by hitting any of the many rocks along the Redline. Ah well, sooner or later she would get rid of her in one way or another. And Jaime would help her covering the tracks, like he had done when it came to the murder of Cerseis late husband.

The Gods Knights were the only people who hold jurisdiction over matters pertaining the disputes between World Nobles. And with Jaime being part of them, well it worked in Cerseis favor to say the least. She had done enough that would warrant an investigation and would bring her severe consequences, but only if anyone found out. And the only one knowing about these things besides her, was her twin brother. Someting she intended to keep that way.

Theas words spark a flash of anger in her green eyes. "It may be a cage for you little dove, but not for me. I can do however I please." Not true. Like her brother she also had had to marry against her will. At least not an outsider, but Baratheon wasn't any better. She had thought he would be at first, in the very beginning. Had been flattered that she hold his attention, handsome as he had been. But things had quickly turned south. With him still hung up over another woman, one that was dead, while Cersei had been there and alive. But she had gotten what she deserved. To be free of her husband, even if it had taken some years.

"You'd do well to remember where your place is. You may marry my brother, but you are still nothing. Just a pretty little sacrifice and offer for a god."

The dismissal of guards and attendants alike is perhaps worse than having all their eyes on her. Now there is nobody for her to hide behind, the animal instinct to seek cover and evade sight making her extremities tingle uncomfortably. The seastone might subdue her devil fruit but it didnt negate the mannerisms of her other half. Amalthea somehow maintains her impassive expression as she is left alone with Cersei, violet eyes hazy and unfocused as it seemed as if she refused to make direct eye-contact.

Though doing so would only make it more obvious she was strange. The amethyst of her irises filled with glimpses of forests and wild beasts, or the shifting currents of the depthless ocean. She moves slightly at the scorn in Cersei's voice, hands fisting in the skirts of her dress as she resisted the urge to fidget. "Were I a dove, I would already be far beyond sight or reach." Her reply is quiet, laced with undisguised bitterness at being tethered to the earth.

"Regrettably for the both of us," she goes on to say, "my wings have long been clipped and here I am, occupying the same cage as you. The bars are luxurious and familiar to you, I am sure. What would you know of flight or freedom, pampered in captivity as you are?"

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@akagamiko gets a starter from Cersei in response to this post

The Reverie. The one time when the so called kings hold their little council, only to do the same thing again and again every four years. Not that any of these things mattered to Cersei. What was a king to a god anyway? Nothing but a speck of dirt, like the rest of the peasants.

Her mind wanders towards the recent events that had transpired. The dispute between Saint Charlos and Saint Mjosgard. She wasn't privy to details, she needed to ask Jaime about that later, nor did she really care. And as much as she had despised her own late husband, at least her father had never considered one of these two as potential candidate for her. At least now she was free. She had done her duty, had played her role until her husband had died a tragic death not to long ago.

The thought alone brought a small smile to her lips and she raises her goblet of wine when she spots movement to her left. Green eyes narrow at the hooded figure who had seemingly not noticed her presence yet. She couldn't pinpoint it, but there was something unsettling about them. Who or whatever it was, it didn't belong into the Holy Land, that she was sure about.

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Lion crowned and dragon's torrent An One Piece verse for my Cersei muse Special thanks @aamaranthiine for the verse name

The Lannister family was one of the twenty families that founded the World Government over 800 years ago and who left their kingdom of Casterly Rock, an island in West Blue, to re-locate to Mary Geoise on top of the Red Line, the center of the world.

While called Celestial Dragons, the Lannister continued to hold onto their original sigil of their house: A roaring golden lion on red ground. Slaves get branded with the sigil in additon to the dragon's hoove, marking them as Lannister property, much like everything else that bears the mark of the Lion within the lands of Mary Geoise.

Cersei grew up in the heap of luxury, together with her twin brother Jaime who would later on go and join the God's Knights, much to their fathers dismay. Growing up as Celestial Dragon, Cersei learned quick that she could get whatever she wanted, that it was her birthright. Still, asking for things and always getting them quickly became boring, so she started to think of new ways, and quickly found that she rather enjoyed watching people struggle to fulfill her demands to her satisfaction.

Slaves were the first and most easiest target for obvious reasons, but she didn't shy away from playing other members of the twenty founder families, ways that often ended with them humiliated in one way or another. She was a lioness, a Lannister after all and while technically the families have an equal standing among each other, she wants to make it known that their house, their legacy is the only that would matter in the end.

If you’re her enemy, she’ll never stop until she’s destroyed you. Everyone who’s ever crossed her, she’s found a way to murder.

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♡ for cersei, jaime, and TONY ??

What does my muse think of yours? Accepting (Mutuals only) @akagamiko

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"Get out of my sight, pirate filth!" The words are practically hissed and she doesn't bother to hide the disgust in her green eyes. "To think that such a disgrace like you is rumored to be related to him..."

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"I've heard quiet some things about you. You might be a challenge to fight. The pirate who lost an arm and the knight who lost his hand...we would make quiet a pair." A short pause. "Stay away from my sister!"

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"While I have nothing positive to say about pirates, I can admit that you're not bad looking. Got them ladies wrapped around your finger huh?" Wouldn't surprise the engineer in the slightest. "You're hard to read, unlike others."

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Green eyes narrow and the anger is clear to see. "Liar. Jaime would never." Not her beloved twin. He would never betray her like that, give answer to a filthy pirate.

Now Tyrion on the other hand. She didn't trust the imp at all. He would do everything to make her life miserable. "One should cut out your tongue for your insolent answers."

He paused, brows furrowed and lips pursed together at her correctly calling him out. Like he'd ever tell her it was Beck.

“Well, maybe your brother and I were having a little chat and one thing led to another. He is my favorite Lannister twin.”

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"No, because that would imply that you have the ability to read, which I highly doubt. So, who read the questions and answers to you?" It couldn't be simple luck now, could it?

“You don't think I could manage that on my own? I'm a little hurt.”

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"Leave us." The order was given to all of them, servants and guards alike. Cersei didn't need more vermin around, while she had a little talk with her brothers betrothed. The thought of this word alone was enough to let her feel anger again at this person. Rationally she knew that this woman had had even less say in this whole thing than her brother did. Their father had called for it, disregarding Jaimes protests of him never wanting a wife or children. Everything to keep the Lannister legacy going hm? Cersei guessed that technically she shouldn't be so cross with Tywin. Of course he wouldn't want Tyrion to become the next head of House Lannister.

Still, feelings weren't rational and appropriate or not: The simple presence of this woman was enough to invoke Cerseis wrath and jealousy. The words of this damned witch from all these years ago had seered themselves into her mind. … until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear. Would it be this one? It would fit wouldn't it? The more she thought about it, the more she wished to get rid of her in the most gruesome way possible. No one would take anything from her, as long as she had a say in it.

"So you are the one who'll become my brothers wife." The look she regarded Thea with was full of disgust. "To think they would choose a flighty little dove like you..."

She's still not listening. Moments of passing along high raised walls tempt her to risk the damage of jumping. It wasnt like falling from great heights could kill her - provided she didnt land in water anyway. The dark thought lingers but goes unexplored, as the entourage lead her down staircases and into manicured courtyards. The softest touch of nature is barely a balm to her turmoil, it felt more like she was being mocked further. Lush trees and vibrant flowers amongst neatly trimmed hedges and lawns of green grass.

What she wouldnt give for wild dark forests and dense lilac thickets, where cool dark shadows gleefully embraced her and the sun yearned to warm her in its scattered rays through the canopy. Wild animals were her only trusted friends and confidants.

In her emerald and earth toned gown, she looks like some nymph pulled from a birch tree's heart. Noble, elfish features and large dark eyes framed by snowy lashes. Men and women of the House stare and whisper together, rumors and speculations and observations of the soon to be newest addition to the family. It's all white noise to Amalthea, who is led to where Cersei and her own attendants and fellows idle.

Just the slightest step to cast her partly in the shadow of her primary escort and for a brief second, she seems to be translucent entirely, like a ghost. The thin shiver of a glamour that rapidly dissipates before it could fully take shape. A trick of the light perhaps? One of the guards nudges Thea's shoulder as introductions are announced - she stands so still, so stiff - then gives only the most shallow bow she could manage.

There was no way in all Hells she would kowtow or curtsey, she was too proud for that.

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Suspicion changed into shock, before it morphed into mild anger. The audacity of this man, whoever he was, to call her by nothing but her family name, to simply nod in her direction. Not even a bow! Who did he think he was?! Where was the respect she deserved?!

"Show your face!" The tone of her voice made it clear that she would not argue about it. She gave a command and expected it to be followed, immediately. He was clearly taller than she was and she tried her best to catch a glimpse of him beneath his hood. She wanted to see who exactly dared to act in such a manner. Who of these little nobles scurrying around these halls thought could get away with such behavior without consequences.

While she waited for the man to obey her words, there was this tiny voice in the back of her mind, telling her to be careful. That something wasn't right about this whole situation in the first place. A voice she easily tuned out. Just like she had, when she had planned the death of her so called husband several months ago.

"You so called nobles have no business being in this part of our land." There were restricted areas for them for a reason. As if a lion like her would like sheep like them mingling around, as if they had any right to be here, other than their little Reverie meeting.

The grand halls of the palace were near silent. Nearby, Shanks could hear the hurried footsteps of a panicked slave, no doubt making their way to whomever they served.

His brows creased further as an uneasiness crept over him, as it always did when he thought of this horrid place. In another life, perhaps he would have been here and known little outside of its walls.

The Reverie had drawn most away which made his job of sneaking in that much simpler. He'd found most Celestial Dragons much too at ease, too protected in their own world, to pay him much attention. Perhaps that was the reason she'd remained unnoticed to him. Shanks felt sudden attention drawn to him.

He'd hoped for a slave, they tended not to ask questions and could be hurried along with a word or look. But, no. Her presence held power and might.

He stopped, hand lifting to ensure his face was covered, before glancing at her from beneath his hood. Shanks tried to place her, searching his memory for faces and family names before it came to him.

“Lannister,” he finally said.

He gave a short quick of his head, hoping it would appease her to continue on, all while knowing the hood would only do so much to conceal him. He had a feeling she would not budge so easily.

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To think that her father was the one who organized this madness, it made her blood boil. While she had been to young to remember, she knew the stories. After his own father had died, Tywin had wasted no time in getting rid of all the mistresses the former head of House Lannister had liked to keep. Servants had gossiped, on how high and mighty said mistresses liked to act, as if they had forgotten that they had come from dirt. Were nothing but a lions favorite plaything for the current time. And oh how they had wept when her father had taken everything from them again, reduced them to the dirt they had come from. How pitiful.

Yet, here she was. Waiting for her twin brothers betrothed. Oh how she despised this word. Nothing but a trophy would she be. A pretty whore, never be a true part of the family. Cersei knew that Jaime had had no desire to marry, it was one of the reasons he had joined the Gods Knights, a decision their father had never welcomed. Unlike Cersei, who had been overjoyed by it. It meant being able to keep him close to her. Especially now, that Cerseis own husband had died from an unfortunate accident not to long ago.

Her green eyes are full of disgust when she finally sees the woman Tywin had chosen to become her brothers wife. She was a pretty thing, Cersei had to admit it, but beauty would fade and it would fade even quicker once the lioness plunged her claws into her, tearing her apart like she had done with so many others before. In the end she always got what she wanted and right now she wanted nothing more than to throw this woman from the highest tower in Mary Geoise and watch how her body shattered upon impact.

( a plotted start for @ravarui's Cersei )

Time is a blur and every moment feels like she's in a waking nightmare. The dense weight of foreboding and terror making every breath feel like she's drowning.

She wishes she was drowning. It would be a far kinder fate than the reality of her situation.

There are guards in tailored suits at her flanks and the bite of cold metal still cinched around her throat and wrists. The barest traces of seastone to suppress the more powerful aspects of her devil fruit but not enought to render her incapacitated. The bindings look decorative in their simplicity but are far more sinister in their intent; marks of ownership etched with the likeness of rampant lions.

Some part of her is still weeks behind, when she had been cornered and pinned down by Hunters. Centuries of wandering and soul-deep wariness turned to terror and despair, handed between Marines and kept silent as they discussed her fate. All the fight drained from her bones at what she had assumed would be a long, torturous death at the hands of their mad scientist.

Amalthea thinks whatever Gods might exist have a twisted sense of humor, that she would be spared the knife of Vegapunk to be swept up by one of the prominent Celestial families. Not just some pretty trophy to add to their menagerie of human and merfolk slaves but as a betrothed to one of their bachelors! Her brain sort of short circuits around that idea still, even as she is being escorted around the lavish dwellings of what would be her new prison/home.

She's silent and scarcely listening to the drone of a servant's voice, expression flat and the eerie depthless haze of her eyes has it so nobody meets her gaze. They had stripped her of her travelers clothes long ago and now there is the flowing layers of a gown threaded with embroidery and precious stones. Her white hair coiffed and braided prettily but done by different hands. The memory of strangers touching her still has her skin crawling.

And oh how she dreads meeting the rest of the family, throat burning with a bile of fear and fury.

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As if I would need you for anything. If the servant hadn't dismissed himself, Jaime would've done so in a heartbeat. Much like his sister, he oftentimes couldn't stand their snivelling demeanor. Especially guards were unnecessary in his opinion. He was a knight himself, a better fighter than all of them combined, he was able to take care of any threat himself if the situation called for it.

"Gods Knights, yes." The correction slips from him without him thinking about it. Not that he could blame her for not using the correct title, be it intentional or not. Up close like this he could understand why his father had chosen her. She may not be of a royal bloodline, or even related to any of the great houses of the Celestial Dragons, but she had this otherworldly beauty surrounding her. Clearly making her special and different from all those others who came from the Blues. No wonder his sister disliked her so much already.

He gestured to the seat across from him, silently asking her to sit down before he did the same. Her question is a strange one, but he doesn't mind answering. "Not as much as I would've liked, but much more than most others here." Few of the Celestial Dragons ever left the Holy Land, but most didn't know what he did either. Being a Gods Knight was a privilege. And one that also included travelling more than others. How else would he be able to test his strength? To train properly?

"It does get quiet boring up here."

She was so tired.

Weariness deep in her bones, in her soul. The sea stone cold and bitter around her throat and wrists, gnawing at her from the inside out. It took so much of her self control not to claw at the bindings, to want to shred and tear and peel at her very flesh until she could escape the wretched material. She wanted to sleep for centuries, as much as she wanted to run as fast and as far as her legs could carry her.

All this carefully tucked behind her resigned, docile mask as she is escorted from place to place throughout the Lannister home. When would she be allowed just a moment of privacy? Somewhere quiet and dark to curl up in and welcome the nightmares that await her in sleep. They would be a comfort compared to the waking horror her life is slowly unraveling into. There is certainly one thing she and her betrothed might agree on: neither of them wanted this arrangement.

Winding halls and luxurious spaces decorated with ill begotten spoils. Thea is beckoned into the chamber where Jaime waits, as surely it was important for them to at least acquaint with one another before they got married. The impending nuptials made her stomach churn all the more with revulsion.

'The Lady Amalthea for you, Master Lannister.' Says the droning voice of her appointed escort, 'Please, do not hesitate to call if you should require anything.' The servant dismisses themselves, leaving Thea to stand idle, the eerie stillness of her posture and stare settling on Jaime.

"You're one of those Holy Knights or something, I was told." Her voice is quiet, like the sigh of a spring breeze, "How much of the world have you seen?"