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lokiondisneyplus · 4 years ago

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A review of “Journey Into Mystery,” the penultimate Loki Season One episode on Disney+, coming up just as soon as I paper cut a giant cloud to death…

Journey Into Mystery was the title of the first Marvel comic to feature either Thor or Loki. It began as an anthology series featuring monsters and aliens, but Jack Kirby, Stan Lee, and Larry Lieber were so smitten with their adaptation of the characters of Norse myth that the Asgardians gradually took over the whole book, which was renamed after its hammer-wielding hero(*).

(*) The early Journey Into Mystery stories treated Thor’s alter ego, disabled Dr. Donald Blake, as the “real” character, while Thor was just someone Blake could magically transform into, while retaining his memories and personality. It wasn’t even clear whether Asgard itself was meant to exist at first, until Loki turned up on Earth in an early issue, caused trouble, and Blake/Thor somehow knew exactly how to get to Asgard to drop him off. Soon, the lines between Thor and Blake began to blur, and eventually Thor became the real guy, and Blake a fiction invented by Odin to humble his arrogant son. It’s a mark of just how instantly charismatic Loki was that the entire title quickly steered towards him and the other gods.

But once upon a time, anything was possible in Journey Into Mystery, which makes it an apt moniker for an absolutely wonderful episode of Loki where the same holds true. Our title characters are trapped in the Void, a place at the end of time where the TVA’s victims are banished to be devoured by a cloud monster named Alioth. And mostly they are surrounded by the wreckage of many dead timelines. Classic Loki insists that his group’s only goal is survival, and any kind of planning and scheming is doomed to kill the Loki who tries. But this ruined, hopeless world instead feels bursting with imagination and possibility.

There are the many Loki variants we see, with President Loki, among others, joining Classic, Kid, Boastful, and Alligator Loki. There are the metric ton of Easter Eggs just waiting to be screencapped by Marvel obsessives (I discuss a few of them down below), but which still suggest a much larger and weirder MCU even if you don’t immediately scream out “Is that… THROG?!?!?” at the appropriate moment. And all of that stuff is tons of fun, to be sure. But what makes this episode — and, increasingly, this series — feel so special is the way that it explores the untapped potential of Loki himself, in his many, many variations.

This is an episode that owes more than a small stylistic and thematic debt to Lost. It’s not just that Alioth looks and sounds so much like the Smoke Monster(*), that it makes a shared Wizard of Oz reference to “the man behind the curtain” (also the title of one of the very best Lost episodes), or even that the core group of Lokis are hiding in a bunker accessible via a hatch and a ladder that’s filled with recreational equipment (in this case, bowling alley lanes). It’s also that Loki, Sylvie, their counterparts, and Mobius have all been transported to a strange place that has disturbing echoes from their own lives, that operates according to strange new rules they have to learn while fleeing danger, and their presence there allows them to reflect on the many mistakes of their past and consider whether they want to, or can, transcend them.

(*) Yes, Alioth technically predates Smokey by a decade (see the notes below for more), but his look has been tweaked a bit here to seem more like smoke than a cloud, and the sounds he makes when he roars sound a lot like Smokey’s telltale taxi cab meter clicks. Given the other Lost hat tips in the episode, I have to believe Alioth was chosen specifically to evoke Smokey.

Classic Loki is aptly named. He wears the Sixties Jack Kirby costume, and he is a far more powerful magician than either Sylvie or our Loki have allowed themselves to be. He calls our Loki’s knives worthless compared to his sorcery, which feels like the show acknowledging that the movies depowered Loki a fair amount to make him seem cooler. But if Classic Loki can conjure up illusions bigger and more potent than his younger peers, he is a fundamentally weak and defeated man, convinced, like the others, that the only way to win the game into which he was born is not to play. “We cannot change,” he insists. “We’re broken. Every version of ourselves. Forever.” It is not only his sentiment — Kid Loki adds that any Loki who tries to improve inevitably winds up in the Void for their troubles — but it seems to have weighed on him longer and harder than most.

But Classic Loki takes inspiration from Loki and Sylvie to stand and fight rather than turn and run, magicking up a vision of their homeland to distract Alioth at a crucial moment in Sylvie’s plan, and getting eaten for his trouble. He was wrong: Lokis can change. (Though Kid Loki might once again argue that Classic Loki’s death is more evidence that the universe has no interest in any of them doing so.) And both Loki and Sylvie have been changing throughout their time together. Like most Lokis, they seem cursed to a life of loneliness. Sylvie learned as a child that a higher power believed she should not exist, and has spent a lifetime hiding out in places where any friends she might make will soon die in an apocalypse. Our Loki’s past isn’t quite so stark, but the knowledge that his birth father abandoned him, while his adoptive father never much liked him, have left permanent scars that govern a lot of his behavior. The defining element of Classic Loki’s backstory is that he spent a long time alone on a planet, and only got busted by the TVA when he attempted to reconnect with his brother and anyone else he once knew. This is a hard existence, for all of them. And while it does not forgive them their many sins(*), it helps contextualize them, and give them the knowledge to try to be better versions of themselves.

(*) Loki at one point even acknowledges that, for him, it’s probably only been a few days since he led an alien invasion of New York that left many dead, though due to TVA shenanigans, far more time may have passed.

For that matter, Mobius is not the stainless hero he once thought of himself as. While he and Sylvie are tooling around the Void in a pizza delivery car (because of course they are), he admits that he committed a lot of sins by believing that the ends justified the means, and was wrong. He doesn’t know who he is before the TVA stole and factory rebooted him, but he knows that he wants something better for himself and the universe, and takes the stolen TemPad to open up a portal to his own workplace in hopes of tearing down the TVA once and for all. Before he goes, though, he and Loki share a hug that feels a lot more poignant than it should, given that these characters have only spent parts of four episodes of TV together. It’s a testament to Hiddleston, Wilson, Waldron, and company (Tom Kauffman wrote this week’s script) that their friendship felt so alive and important in such a short amount of time.

The same can be said for Loki and Sylvie’s relationship, however we’re choosing to define it. Though they briefly cuddle together under a blanket that Loki conjures, they move no closer to romance than they were already. If anything, Mobius’ accusations of narcissism in last week’s episode seem to have made both of them pull back a bit from where they seemed to be heading back on Lamentis. But the connection between them is real, whatever exactly it is. And their ability to take down Alioth — to tap into the magic that Classic Loki always had, and to fulfill Loki’s belief that “I think we’re stronger than we realize” — by working together is inspiring and joyful. Without all this nuanced and engaging character work, Loki would still be an entertaining ride, but it’s the marriage of wild ideas with the human element that’s made it so great.

Of course, now comes the hard part. Endings have rarely been an MCU strength, give or take something like the climax of Endgame, and the finales of the two previous Disney+ shows were easily their weakest episodes. The strange, glorious, beautiful machine that Waldron and Herron have built doesn’t seem like it’s heading for another generic hero/villain slugfest, but then, neither did WandaVision before we got exactly that. This one feels different so far, though. The command of the story, the characters, and the tone are incredibly strong right now. There is a mystery to be solved about who is in the big castle beyond the Void (another Loki makes the most narrative and thematic sense to me, but we’ll see), and a lot to be resolved about what happens to the TVA and our heroes. And maybe there’s some heavy lifting that has to be done in service to the upcoming Dr. Strange or Ant-Man films.

It’s complicated, but on a show that has handled complexity well. Though even if the finale winds up keeping things simpler, that might work. As Loki notes while discussing his initial plan to take down Alioth, “Just because it’s not complicated doesn’t mean it’s bad.” Though as Kid Loki retorts, “It also doesn’t mean it’s good.”

Please be good, Loki finale. Everything up to this point deserves that.

Some other thoughts:

* Most of this week’s most interesting material happens in the Void. But the scenes back at the TVA clarify a few things. First, Ravonna is not the mastermind of all this, and she was very much suckered in by the Time-Keeper robots. But unlike Mobius or Hunter B-15, she’s so conditioned to the mission that even knowing it’s a lie hasn’t really swayed her from her mission. She has Miss Minutes (who herself is much craftier this week) looking into files about the creation of the TVA, but for the most part comes across as someone very happy with a status quo where she gets to be special and pass judgment on the rest of the multiverse.

* Alioth first appeared in 1993’s Avengers: The Terminatrix Objective, a miniseries (written by Mobius inspiration Mark Gruenwald, and with some extremely kewl Nineties art full of shoulder pads, studded collars, and the like) involving Ravonna, Kang, and the off-brand versions of Captain America, Iron Man, and Thor (aka U.S. Agent, War Machine, and Thunderstrike, the latter of whom has yet to appear in the MCU). It’s a sequel to a Nineties crossover event called Citizen Kang. And no, I still don’t buy that Kang will be the one pulling the strings here, if only because it’s really bad storytelling for the big bad of the season to have never appeared or even been mentioned prior to the finale.

* Rather than try to identify every Easter egg visible in the Void’s terrain, I’ll instead highlight three of the most interesting. Right before the Lokis arrive at the hatch, we see a helicopter with Thanos’ name on it. This is a hat tip to an infamous — and often memed — out-of-continuity story where Thanos flies this chopper while trying to steal the Cosmic Cube (aka the Tesseract) from Hellcat. (A little kid gets his hands on it instead and, of course, uses the Cube to conjure up free ice cream.) James Gunn has been agitating for years for the Thanos Copter to be in the MCU. He finally got his wish.

* The other funny one: When the camera pans down the tunnel into Kid Loki’s headquarters, we see Mjolnir buried in the ground, and right below it is a jar containing a very annoyed frog in a Thor costume. This is either Thor himself — whom Loki cursed into amphibianhood in a memorable Walt Simonson storyline — or another character named Simon Walterston (note the backwards tribute to Walt) who later assumed the tiny mantle.

* Also, in one scene you can spot Yellowjacket’s helmet littering the landscape. This might support the theory that the TVA, the Void, etc., all exist in the Quantum Realm, since that’s where the MCU version of Yellowjacket probably went when his suit shorted out and he was crushed to subatomic size. Or it might be more trolling of the fanbase from the company that had WandaVision fans convinced that Mephisto, the X-Men, and/or Reed Richards would be appearing by the season finale.

* Honestly, I would have watched an entire episode that was just Loki, Mobius, and the others arguing about whether Alligator Loki was actually a Loki, or just a gator who ended up with the crown, presumably after eating a real Loki. The suggestion that the gator might be lying — and that this actually supports, rather than undermines, the case for him being a Loki — was just delightful. And hey, if Throg exists in the MCU now, why not Alligator Loki?

* Finally, the MCU films in general are not exactly known for their visual flair, though a few directors like Taika Waititi and Ryan Coogler have been able to craft distinctive images within the franchise’s usual template. Loki, though, is so often wonderful to look at, and particularly when our heroes are stuck in strange environments like Lamentis or the Void. Director Kate Herron and the VFX team work very well together to create dynamic and weird imagery like Sylvie running from Alioth, or the chaotic Loki battle in the bowling alley. Between this show and WandaVision, it appears the Disney+ corner of the MCU has a bit more room to expand its palette. (Falcon and the Winter Soldier, much less so.)

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crimsonrae · 5 years ago

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The Wiles of Men and Women

Chapter One

Summary: Georgiana Stafford has just become betrothed to a man older than her father. Her last chance to enjoy society on her terms comes the night that court celebrates the birth of Princess Mary. She was prepared for just about anything, but she hadn't been prepared for him. Charles Brandon.CharlesxOC, Warning: Spanking

Rated: NC-17

A/N: This may be a one-shot, actually, honestly, it'll depend on how it's received by you lovely readers. This is my first time posting on tumblr (and I’m super nervous about it), I also have an account on AO3 and FF. I’m posting this here because I’ve notice a distinct lack of Charles Brandon stories and thought I’d share. Also, I've developed something of a crush on Henry Cavill recently and while watching the Tudors the line from the very first episode where Charles Brandon says "No. No. She begged." became stuck in my head and I wanted to explore this dominant, arrogant side to him with a character that is a bit bratty and arrogant herself. Please read, review, and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own what is mine. Please don’t steal. Also, there is a good deal of smut and some spanking here. You were warned.

A Night of Revelry

"You are to be married."

The words echoed in Georgiana's ears as she watched the colorful swirls of silks and velvets that made up the dancers of the ballroom. It was the celebration for the birth of Princess Mary. Another Tudor had graced the world, though sadly not a male.

Georgiana could not have given a damn.

Her thoughts were made up of her engagement to the Earl of Worcester, a man only slightly older than her father. While many of her social circle would have born the indignity of being traded from one master to another with the cheerfulness of a summer butterfly, she could only feel the lock tighten on her ever-gilded cage.

She wanted to stamp her feet and scream at the unfairness of it all. Angry tears pricked at the edges of her blue eyes, but she refused to let any sign of weakness show. She was a Stafford; she knew her place in this world. Her father and uncle had beaten her worth into her on more than one occasion. Her father had no use for a daughter.

In truth, he had no use for a child, it was why he had gained special dispensation to marry her mother. The lady being nearly twenty years his senior, Henry Stafford had thought her incapable of bearing any further children than those from her first marriage. However, it took only their wedding night, the first and only time Henry and Cecily laid together, for the coupling to result in Georgiana's unwelcomed birth.

Now seventeen years later, Henry Stafford was unloading his only daughter off onto the first man to make him an acceptable offer. It was why she was to be presented at court on the morrow. It would be her intended's first chance to meet and gaze upon her. It was also the reason she had been forbidden to attend the festivities before her.

Georgiana felt a faint smirk pull at her supple lips, forbidding her from anything was a sure-fire way to ensure she would not do as requested, however. Her father had forbidden her from fighting. She had her half-brother, Edward, teach her to fence. Her mother had forbidden her to gamble. Her half-brother George, ironically now a man of the cloth, taught her every variation of cards and darts known to high and low society.

Her introduction to court was a mere formality. Her intended an old fat boar of a man that she had identified upon her arrival to the celebration was standing beside her father and uncle. Her wedding was to be in a month's time. This night of revelry, the first for another noble lady, would perhaps be the last for Georgiana and she intended to make the best of it. She would dance, she would drink, and if fortune favored her, then she would find a man to take her maidenhead in the most pleasurable way possible.

After all, why did men get to have all the fun?

She tightened the ribbons securing her mask to her face. Her dress, while not as ostentatious as some of the ladies, was still well-made and allowed her to skirt the line of either noble or servant. She didn't want to draw too many eyes, should her father discover her presence... she shuddered to think of what he would do to her.

Feeling confident enough to mingle, Georgiana stepped gracefully around the milling crowds to the side of the dance floor and found a glass of wine. It amused her to stop and listen to snatches of conversations. Most were comments on the Queen's failure to produce a son, though others were more scandalous.

The Earl of Pembroke had taken who as his mistress?

The Lady Annabel was with child? Hasn't her husband been in France for the last few months?

You'll never guess. His lover was a man!

Georgiana sipped at her drink and bit her tongue as she listened. Was this to be her life if she were allowed to stay at court?

As entertaining as the gossip was, there was an undercurrent of maliciousness that made her skin crawl. It wasn't difficult for her to ascertain that friendship here would be as hard to find as water in a desert. It was disheartening, to say the least.

Before long a courtier approached her for a dance. She slid her glass onto a passing tray and took the man's hands with a simpering smile, a pleasing rush warmed her veins, though this quickly dissipated.

His name was Owen Mayfield and she learned that was perhaps the only interesting thing about him. His palms were sweaty from his earlier exertions which Georgiana could forgive, but he seemed to have bathed in some overly floral perfume that had her holding her breath.

It was a relief when the dance finished. She tried not to giggle as she took the opportunity to hide back away in the crowds. She kept up her game of listening to gossip, not willing to enter into conversation, and willing to be more judicious of any further dance partners.

Perhaps it was because of her hesitance to engage in conversation that drew attention. Or perhaps it was the way she calmly wove a path around the room that allowed her to avoid her family as she observed.

Whatever it was, Georgiana slowly became aware of the fact that she was being watched. She had felt it first while dancing with another courtier. Her heart had raced and her head had felt pleasantly fuzzy as she had glided through the quick steps with her partner. She had initially dismissed the watchful feeling as too much wine, unwilling to let a trifle paranoia ruin her current joy.

Still, she had laughed and quickly begged off another dance with the rather charming Mr. Anthony Knivert. The need for fresh air suddenly becoming great as she slipped back into the shadows. It was here, she knew that her early realization of being watched had not been a trick of the mind. The sensation of eyes burned her and she felt a twinge of fear as she fought the urge to seek out her admirer's gaze in case it was her father.

Instead, she kept her head down and made her way to the hall. If it was her father, then she would make a quick escape. If not, perhaps her admirer would follow.

Quietly, she meandered to a tall window at the end of the aisle which overlooked the gardens. Clouds had moved in and a light rain fell over the courtyard. Away from the bodily warmth of the ballroom, she could feel the midwinter cold seeping into the palace. A shiver coursed through her back...but not from the chill.

Slowly, she shifted her gaze over her shoulder and back to the jeering celebration. A man stood just within the entrance to the hall. His deep blue eyes shined dangerously at her from behind a black and gold diamond pattern mask.

Her admirer.

Her stomach clenched at the sight of him. Despite the fact that half of his face was hidden from her, she liked the shape of his mouth and jaw, even the dimple of his chin. He was young and his form was pleasing to the eye and he knew it... A slow smirk pulled at his lips as she took her fill of him.

"Are you well, milady?" He asked almost mockingly. His voice was deep and smooth like the sonorous notes of a cello.

She refrained from answering.

A new game began to form in her mind as she gazed at him. Timid excitement swelled within her... Swallowing tightly, she smiled at him and breathed a faint laugh at her foolishness before taking a step back.

He followed.

She took another step.

He followed again.

Anticipatory recognition sparked in his gaze.

Her smile nearly turned triumphant as she whirled and slipped further away from the party. She didn't run, but it was a near thing as she listened to his heavy steps growing closer to her.

Georgiana thought her heart had beat fast before, but now it thudded in her chest so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Her hand grazed across cold stone as she dashed around a corner. She snuck a quick glance behind her and nearly yelped to see him only a few steps away. A ferocious grin painted his lips as she laughed and flew from his reaching grasp.

She only made it a few more steps before she felt his fingers grasp her arm and whip her around. He quickly backed her into a dark alcove away from any prying eyes. Though, she doubted that any would find them this far from the festivities. Breathless giggles spilled from her throat as she gazed up at him and he hummed amused.

A hand slipped to her waist and somehow impossibly, he moved closer to her. Her laughter slowly diminishing as her curiosity started to take over. She had never been this close to a man before... she liked the strength she felt in his grip, the warmth that emitted from his form. Tentatively, she smoothed a hand up his chest and reveled in the firm feel of his body.

His lips hovered just inches from hers, "Do you submit, lady?"

Submit?

Was she not a woman? Did the world not demand that she submit to men? A faint resentment burned in her heart at the word. She would only submit when forced.

Again, she refrained from answering and instead stole what she wanted. It was quick, a faint brushing of her mouth against his before she pulled back when he pressed for more. A low growl rumbled through his chest that made her smile.

"What's your name?" He asked, brushing his lips over her ear.

The sensation tickled her and sent a strange tingling heat to her core. Licking her lips, she gave her middle name, "Charlotte."

He pulled back with a faint frown, "Are you mocking me, milady?"

She pursed her lips, confusion apparent as she met his suspicious glance. He reached up and removed his mask, allowing her to see his handsome features fully. When she merely arched a brow at him, he realized that she did not recognize him.

He couldn't hold back a faint laugh, "My name is Charles, milady. Charles Brandon."

The name meant nothing to her.

"Charles and Charlotte. How fortuitous." She murmured, sagely amused. She drew a finger down his cheek and to the very lips she wanted to taste again. She gasped startled when his tongue darted out to suck on her delicate digit, all the while he held her gaze.

A flush spread across her cheeks and her stomach clenched again... how improper, but she dared not look away. Charles captured her wrist as he pulled away and placed a light kiss to the sensitive flesh, "Do you submit, Lady Charlotte?"

It took her a moment to remember how to speak, but even she was surprised by what fell from her lips, "...No..."

Charles raised a brow and slipped tantalizing fingers beneath the hem of her bodice, "No?"

Georgiana leaned into his touch as she tried in vain to suppress a moan that rose to her tongue, "No... I do not submit...But I do consent."

The distinction was important to her, maybe foolishly so, but it mattered little because he was upon her in a second. He claimed her mouth with the ferocity of a winter storm. So harsh, his lips bruised hers, but so pleasantly cool as his wicked tongued enticed her. He swallowed her whimpers and delved desperate touches to the small hints of skin her gown revealed. I

It wasn't enough by half. Her game of chase had whetted his appetite and he was so very hungry now. He needed her undressed and prostrated before him.

Abruptly, he pulled back and wrapped his hand firmly around her wrist as he pulled her down the hall. They weren't far from his chambers, but Georgiana wasn't to know that as she stumbled after him, flushed and bewildered.

She opened her mouth to demand an explanation, but he seemed to sense her confusion as he smirked at her over his shoulder, "A bed would be preferable, lady... and you will submit."

The surety in his voice had her baulking on principle, but a smaller part of her thrilled and fluttered at the pronouncement.

So, he had made the distinction.

Unbidden, her maidenhood clinched and shuddered around nothing and she had the sudden desperate desired to know what it would be like to be filled... to submit.

Oh God...What devil had she surrendered to?

The question reverberated in her consciousness as she was pulled into a dark room and Charles soundly locked the door. He didn't give her time to protest or rethink her actions before he attacked her lips again. She groaned as his expert touches drew her further into a curious sparking pleasure. Her own hands divested him of the colorful broach that held his collar closed as she sought the smooth flesh that laid underneath. He was so incredibly warm and felt so hard.

How could one man be this dizzying?

Time seemed to blur and disappear as articles of clothing littered the ground and they both became consumed by taste and touch. Rough fingers teased and tweaked at her nipples, pebbling the sensitive dusty pink skin until it was a darker blush. Georgiana whined and whimpered as her body was assaulted with these new and strange touches. Her nails raked across his bare shoulders as she arched into him, his responding growl, a pleasure in itself.

It was only when his hand slid down to her mound that she suddenly became aware of the wetness seeping from her. Unthinkingly embarrassed, she pressed her thighs together seeking to hide, but Charles would have none of it.

"No. No hiding." His blue eyes blazed down at her as he purposefully grasped her knees and forcefully parted her legs and pressed them to her chest, "Look at how wet you are... Absolutely, delicious."

She went scarlet and mewled lightly in protest as he chuckled sinfully. His gaze disappeared as he dipped down and she jumped when she felt the firm press of wet tongue to her most intimate area. Another rumble of laughter came from him, but Georgiana suddenly didn't care as the vibrations sent a strange tingling sensation to her belly and down through her legs.

She squirmed and wiggled, not sure if she was trying to get closer or further from him. Then she felt it. The press of something foreign at her entrance. She looked down, her chest heaving for air, only to find him staring back at her with wild dark eyes as he pushed a finger into her and then another.

It was uncomfortable, but not. It was invasive, but not. It was painful, but not... and she nearly bit through her lip as she watched him slowly pump those thick fingers in and out of her.

Something was building.

A light sheen of sweat started to bead over her skin and she wriggled as she tried to understand what her body was instinctively searching for, as she tried to find relief from this strange new pressure. She jerked when his thumb brushed over her swollen nub and white sparks of pleasure shuttered her eyes. Her walls clenched desperately around his fingers and she moaned, grasping at the sheets beneath her. She ached so sweetly and then he did it again.

A soft brush back and forth, barely-there – just enough for those sparks to ignite again, but this time he didn't stop. She cried out hoarsely as her legs jerked and her walls spasmed, releasing that exquisite pressure so swiftly that she was lost in seconds.

It took several minutes before she spiraled down from the heavens, he had sent her to. When she opened her eyes, it was to see him sucking on the fingers that had been in her, "Delicious."

A low whine left her at the sinful sight and he grinned darkly at her before he suddenly crouched and smoothed a trail of kisses and feather-light touches up her belly and over her chest, "You came so beautifully."

It was such a stark contrast to what had felt like a violent release that her body seemed to hum in response. She bit back further whimpers but spread her shaky legs to accommodate his broad body as he worked his way back up her.

Charles pressed a light kiss to the corner of her mouth and reached out to undo the ties of the blue lace mask that had managed to stay on this long. To his surprise, she tilted her head away from his touch, "Leave it."

"I want to see you. All of you." Yet, he didn't reach for the mask again.

Georgiana nearly acquiesced to the light demand in his voice, but a mischievous spark batted down that need. She smirked and nuzzled his cheek as she whispered, "Only if you're very, very good will I remove the mask."

Charles huffed a small laugh, "Have I not been good already?"

She shook her head, "Do better."

"You will regret that, lady." He murmured softly and started to tease her core once more. They were playing his game now after all, "Submit to me."

"No, sir." She breathed.

His cock twitched at being addressed so, though he knew that she hadn't meant it to be provocative. More than ever before, he was determined to get her to submit to him. He twisted her onto her stomach and straddled the backs of her knees. Biting kisses peppered her shoulders before he yanked her back by her hair into a kneeling position.

A smile crossed his lips as she caught sight of herself in his dressing mirror and gasped. Her body glistened, nipples hard, face flushed. She was an appetizing sight, but she could only stare as his hands reached around to caress at her intimate areas. He nudged her hair to the side with his nose as he nibbled lightly on her ear and enjoyed the small noises of pleasure she couldn't help, but emit, "Submit."

"N..n-no." She stuttered. Her hands grasped at his hips, pulling him closer in an attempt to find stability.

He bit punishingly at her neck and was rewarded with a lewd groan. His hard cock pressed firmly into the seam of her ass and she whimpered when he began to rock gently against her, "Submit."

A choked denial fell from her lips and he growled.

Her eyes were forced to watch as his hands slid over her stomach to her breasts as he groped and teased at her soft mounds. If it were possible, she flushed darker at the erotic sight of her body being handled so. Shame and embarrassment twirled in her veins despite the heated pleasure he was giving her and she attempted to look away. A particularly hard pinch to her nipple had her crying out as he brought her head back around, "Who said you could stop looking, lady? Eyes forward."

"It's unseemly, Charles." She whimpered pleadingly.

He laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "And you enjoy it. I can tell. As wanton as a whore, you are."

She should be outraged, but only a low moan echoed from her mouth as she felt that lovely heat pool even hotter in her belly again. She shouldn't like being debased like this, but she did. He seemed to know what she was thinking as he smiled against her neck.

He scooted forward and pressed his legs into hers, keeping her thighs locked together tight before shifting ever slightly to slip his cock along her slit tauntingly. They both groaned at the sensation. She was so wet that he was able to grind against her easily. The head of his cock rubbed teasingly against her clit and she writhed back against him breathless. Unwittingly trying to angle him into her tight little entrance. He locked his arms around her as he fucked her shapely thighs and watched as her coil of pleasure began to wind tight again.

"Submit." He breathed and when she shook her head, unable to voice her denial, he shifted again and his cock left her well-attended and swollen clit alone. Georgiana whined in protest as he continued to chase his pleasure, but refused hers, "Submit or I'll continue to bring you to the edge with no relief while I find mine so close to your shuddering little hole."

"Charles." She gasped pleadingly.

It wasn't enough and he slid a hand over the curve of her ass and to the other hole that had thus far been neglected. It was almost as wet as her entrance and he prodded the rim tentatively, smirking as she tried to jerk away, "Even this little hole is winking in need."

He toyed and played with the delicate flesh, making her moan and cry, "Submit, Charlotte."

Instead of answering him, she pressed back against him suddenly trapping his hand between them. He found her gaze in the mirror and his breath was stolen by the desperate fire peering back at him. The muscles of her thighs tensed around his cock and he groaned at the exquisite feel. The little minx was trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.

That just wasn't acceptable.

Before she could try to take further control, he pressed her down into the bed and soundly smacked her bottom, "That was very naughty, Charlotte."

"You...enjoyed it."

A surprisingly delighted smile tugged at his mouth and he spanked her again, "Mouthy, brat. Submit."

She yelped and shook her head.

"Very well." He murmured and continued to turn her little bottom red.

She yelped and whimpered with each strike, but to his amazement didn't try to pull away. Low sobs began to pull from her throat as he continued her punishment before finally, he stopped and placed a hand to either side of her head. He lowered his body down onto hers and nuzzled lightly against her cheek. He wished that she had let him remove the mask. Ever so gently, he ground against her warmed bottom until he felt her arch into him and stilled, "Submit. I can feel how much you want it. Submit, darling."

She was close to giving in, he could practically taste it. Georgiana whined lowly as she pressed desperately against him, "Charles, I... I..."

"You?" He drawled softly.

"Please."

He kept still and allowed her to writhe against him, "Please what, Charlotte?"

She grunted in frustration when she couldn't get him to move, "Please I... I need you..."

"You need me...?" His tongue lathed at the rim of her ear, "Come on, darling, just a few more words."

"I need you to..." She choked as his hand moved under her and swallowed the last of her pride, "God... I need you to -to take me. I –I s-submit. I submit. Please."

A pleased hum sounded above her before she felt Charles press a kiss to the crown of her head, "Good girl."

He sat back on his heels and widened her legs, admiring his handiwork as she presented to him. He placed a light kiss to either cheek before he pulled her hips up. No more teasing. They were both at the end of their patience. With little warning, he positioned himself at her weeping hole and entered her in one swift thrust. She cried out at the intrusion and he lost his breath at her velvet tightness. He wasn't going to last long if she kept gripping him this titillatingly.

Georgiana's breath shuddered and groaned as she wiggled and attempted to adjust to his girth. He was much bigger than his fingers. Painfully so.

He pressed his head between her shoulder blades and groaned with every twitch and shift of her stretched muscles. His fingers left bruising marks in her hips before he withdrew and slammed into her again. She choked on a cry, lost somewhere in the realm between pain and pleasure as he set a punishing pace. It wasn't until he brushed against something that made her see stars that she found the strength to meet his thrusts with her own. It felt so good... so much better than his fingers.

It didn't take long before she felt that beautifully exquisite pressure again, building and swelling around his cock. However, this time she felt a heat tremble from the tip of her toes to burn through her legs to her core. It was almost unbearable.

Sensing she was near her end, Charles slid a hand further over her hip and to her swollen nub. His rough fingers pinched lightly at that sensitive organ and the resultant eruption was magnificent.

Georgiana cried out, her legs locking against his as she stiffened and trembled. It was too much and she pressed her face into the mattress as she spasmed around his cock, sobbing her release.

Charles moaned as she clenched tightly, her walls attempting to milk him of his seed. His hips stuttered in an irregular rhythm before he spilled into her. For a few moments more he continued to undulate against her, reveling in everything she gave him before his strength began to wane. With a heavy breath, he collapsed next to her and slowly drew her into his arms.

Their coupling had been intense...more than he expected. Her sobs had turned to quiet sniffles as she fought to regain control. Charles pressed a comforting hand to her back as he shushed her, "You're alright. You were so good, darling."

Georgiana clung to him. She wanted to ask if it was always like that but didn't want to betray the fact that she had just handed him the only thing that made her valuable in the world. Her virginity was gone and she couldn't find it in herself to regret it. Somehow, she doubted her wedding night would be this good. She took a few steadying breaths, allowing herself to take the comfort that Charles was offering. His soothing touches and whispered praises were doing much to settle her.

Slowly, the late hour began to dawn on her and she realized she needed to get back to her chambers before her father realized she was missing. Gingerly, she sat up, cringing as sticky seed and blood slid down her thighs. The pain to her bottom was secondary.

Charles frowned as he watched her, "Where are you going?"

Georgiana smiled faintly, "I need to leave before I'm missed."

She leaned back down and stole a last kiss before she stood on shaky feet and quickly donned her chemise and petticoat. Charles sat up and snatched her hand before she could get much further in her escape, "Stay. I hardly doubt a few more hours will matter."

"I'm not foolish enough to risk it." She countered, gently shaking him off and gathered the rest of her clothes. She could put everything else on in the hall. If she stayed then she would simply end up in his bed for the rest of the night.

Georgiana made it to the door before Charles spoke again, "Lady Charlotte, I believe you made me a promise if I was good."

She paused and eyed the smug glint in his eye and the arrogant smile painting his lips. The pride she had swallowed earlier reared its head again, "Bold of you to assume you were good, sir."

Instead of bringing him down a peg, his smile grew as he cocked a brow at her, "Charlotte, do I need to warm your lovely arse again?"

She blushed darkly at the reminder of their actions and even worse felt her walls clench in anticipation. At his chuckle, she sharply turned to the door again. Without giving herself time to think her actions through, she undid the lace of her mask and threw it back towards his bed before bolting out the door. He never had a chance to see her face.

It was only as he reached to grab the memento, that he noticed the blood. He stiffened and drew his fingers over the wet spot. He hadn't thought he had been that rough and she hadn't mentioned any undo pain to him. It was only as he replayed their affair that he remembered her tentativeness in touching him initially, the curiosity that had burned in her gaze... all that he had taken as an act of well-played coyness. Gods, it hadn't been an act. She had been truly innocent.

He quickly scampered for his trousers and leapt for the door, concern, and sudden possessiveness rearing within him. He wanted no one else to see her as he had or touch her. Odd considering, he wasn't even fully sure what she looked like, but it was too late... she was already gone.

Next Chapter

#charles brandon #charles brandon fanfiction #charles brandon fic #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #duke of suffolk #anthony knivert #henry cavill #tudors fanfiction #tudors fanfic #the tudors #The Wiles of Men and Women

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The Seduction of the Duke of Suffolk || Part 6, Close Call

This takes place somewhere between season 3 and 4 of the Tudors. Read these first Trigger Warning: age gap, sex, affair

The entire court gathered to see the envoy for Spain off. Edward Seymour seemed to have his usual scowl fixed upon his face. Colette tried to hide her amusement as the threat was leaving the castle, but it was hard. Edward could have ruined any chance she had at happiness. Surely, Francis was fixed on marrying her. Would he have felt the same if he knew about the affair? Her guess was a big resounding no.

Her thoughts went to the man beside her. She never gave marriage much thought. It was a duty all women had to endure. Up until Charles, Colette never really felt love. She loved cute puppies and flowers. That was hardly enough to equate to romantic love. Could she even love Francis? What if the heart could only love once? And her mind began to spiral into deeper thoughts. If Charles loved Catherine, did he really love her? Or was it a lustful infatuation? Did he love Catherine? Did he love anyone? Or was love more than a one-time thing? Was there hope for her to find love with Francis after Charles?

“Colette,” Francis whispered, yanking her from the dark depths of the sea of questions, “your mother and father are waiting for us.”

“Oh,” she gave him a faint smile, “right.”

As a part of accepting the proposal, a formal contact needed to be signed. Nobles marrying nobles always required such tedious formalities. The subject of her dowry was of minimal concern. She was the only child of an Earl. She had a sizable dowry on top of lands that would get passed to her husband in the event of her father’s passing. His title, too, would go to Francis and, subsequently, any heirs born from their union.

Court lawyers spent days writing up the contract. They looked tired and worn. Working for the King of England would do that to a man even in his earliest of years practicing law.

They were seated along with a number of other witnesses, the King and Charles being two in attendance. The large document was rolled out for Francis and the French ambassadors to review.

People murmured as the time ticked on. Colette’s mother joined at her side. She gave her daughter’s hand a light squeeze. “You’ll be very happy.”

Colette gave her mother a smile. “I don’t doubt that. Francis is a very agreeable man.”

“And he’s quite the handsome one.”

“Mother…”

“What?” She sniggered. “Some women don’t get that luxury.” They looked at Colette’s father, “he wasn’t much of a looker, but he was kind. He still is kind. I am very lucky.” Her words were true. Her parents struggled with conceiving. After many miscarriages and stillbirths, Colette’s arrival was their small miracle. He was never bitter or angry with his wife. He never took a mistress, either. The latter being what made her mother feel lucky. Lesser men wouldn’t bare a wife couldn’t have more children. Lesser men would bed every woman in the pursuit of a son.

Francis whispered to the ambassadors before whispering to the court lawyers. They talked amongst themselves. Then they talked to the other nobles. Colette tugged at a handkerchief she held onto to ease her nerves.

Then the signatures were placed on the document. First, her father signed. Then, Francis. Lastly, King Henry. Colette watched as Charles sat like a stone, his eyes fixed on the wooden grain of the table. She wanted to know what was going on in his mind. She wanted to hold his hand and ease his mind through the process. Even then, what good would that do? The inevitable was finally catching up to them.

“I can’t wait for grandchildren,” her mother whispered as they stood there.

“Well,” Colette tried to give a chuckle, “hopefully you won’t have to wait for too long.” Her mother looked at her with wide eyes. “Meaning once we are married, we will start trying right away.”

“Good,” her mother breathes a sigh of relief, “do not do anything to cause a scandal.”

If she only knew, Colette thought to herself.

By coincidence, there was a feast planned the night of Colette and Francis’ official engagement. The Tudor Court didn’t need much of an excuse to host a celebration.

Typically, Colette would arrive with her parents to those types of events. With her pending marriage to Francis, she arrived with the young man at her side. It wasn’t necessarily a requirement or at least Colette didn’t think it was. It would be an odd start to their lives together if people speculated their affections over who cam with whom to a large event.

“You look stunning,” Francis whispered into Colette’s ear as they made their way to address the King.

“You’re far too kind,” Colette gave him a coy smile in response.

“Mas, non. I speak only the truth.”

Colette smiled. Which quickly faded as her eyes met Charles across the way. They haven’t spoken since their last time in the dressing room. Colette felt her cheeks rouge and her core fluttered. She tried not to think of his hands sliding up her thighs, but it was showing to be difficult. He looked devilishly handsome in all of his finery. It didn’t help that she knew was laid underneath; a man who has yet to peak at his prime.

After all the necessary formalities, the guests were free to move about the room. Colette felt two pairs of eyes boring down on her. One, the affectionate ambers of Francis, watching his bride-to-be as she navigated through the court. The other, the envious crystals of Charles, drinking up the sight of Colette as her form moved about, imagining it against his, writhing with passion.

“Charles?” Catherine noticed he wasn’t listening to a single word she was saying. He prayed his gaze from Colette and faced his wife. “I was talking about when I would be leaving court…”

“Whenever you wish,” he kissed her forehead. “I know how much you dislike being here.”

“You should come home with me,” Catherine placed a hand on his arm.

His eyes looked down at the touch and back up at her. If he believed their relationship would change, he might think her tenderness was genuine. “I’m needed here.” Then he excused himself from his wife’s side.

Charles takes long strides to follow Colette as she left the Great Hall. It didn’t take much effort. He caught her hand as she started up a flight of stairs.

“Excus—“ she spun around to see who so rudely touched her. “Charles,” she said as a smile swept across her lips. She gave him a gentle tug up the staircase to hide from any prying eyes as her lips met his.

The gentleman pinned Colette against the stone wall as his lips feverishly explored her body. A soft moan left her lips as the bristles of his bread teased the bend of her neck.

Her dress gathered with ease as Charles explored her body. His fingers teased her center as the heat between them rose. “Charles…” his name slipped through her lips in a breathy moan.

The heat of the moment and the openness of their passion was intoxicating. Colette grabbed his wrist and pressed him against her harder, her hips moving with him. The soft moans rolled off her lips to his. Charles’ body wanted her, and it was evident by the growing arousal in his trousers.

The distant echo of foot falls broke the two apart. Colette flattened her dress, pressing the evidence of their stolen moment. Charles cupped her face in his hands and stole one more kiss before hurrying away, leaving Colette to regain her composure before heading back to the feast.

She climbed the stairs and found the source of the disruption, “Francis!”

“There you are,” his kind eyes met hers as a smile tugged onto his face. “I was wondering where you disappeared to. Dinner is being served, soon. Your father said you left this,” Francis held out the hair pin he purchased her.

“Oh, thank you!” She took the delicate hair pin from his palm. “I ran into the Duchess of Pembroke. You know how she is,” Colette chuckled as she lied.

“Yes,” Francis nodded, “she is quite the talkative woman.” His words sounded unconvinced of her excuse. Which, he wasn’t since when he had left, he saw the Duchess and her husband sitting with Colette’s parents.

#fanfic #the tudors #henry cavill #Charles Brandon #tw: age gap #affair #Sorry this took so long to post. Busy is my middle name.

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The ruse(DracoX OC) Chapter 1- The plan

"mooom please, does she really have to spend the summer here???" The little boy with white silverish hair said pulling on his mother's robe ends, hiding his head over her kilt

Every June until September Saphira Jones would come to his mansion to spend the summer over the Malfoy's

It started as a tradition, the two families were quite fond of each other. Since Voldemort first vanished and the rumors of his return started. The Malfoy's needed to reassure their family's safety and economic stability in case of things gone wrong during the rise of death eaters and late battle. So they made a pact that neither of the children would know: for every year until they turn a majority age, they would unite their families in expectation of a great match. And not until then deny or agree with a marriage proposal, that should be made

Draco utterly despised every second and Saphira knew it, so she would try to make his life just as miserable as hers, the only problem is that the game they both plays of twisting and pulling each other until one or another give up or break was never-ending

He would bark she would bite

As a child, they would fight over toys

"Mooom!!! Saphira stole my broom!!" He cried

"No, I did not!!"

Sometimes she would indeed steal his toys and hide in the most inconvenient of places cause at the very young age she would be more advanced in spells than he, a fact that she would- till this day- constantly remind him.

"You did!! Stop lying!!"

But this time she didn't

Oh no, he was just having fun getting her in trouble.

"Safira, give him his broom!" Her mother stepped in the light

before she could deny his allegations or make any more of her comments she heard a snap and by pulling her hear she was dragged into her room "that's it!! No wand for a week!" He smirked through his fake tears

And it got worse as it got physical. In school he will do whatever it takes to provoke her, pulling her long brown braids, pushing through the halls, calling her names until she snapped over him with her hand in a fist. She got -10 points to Gryffindor's he got a red-eye

Summer came and there she was again cuffed to him like a second skin

"Kneel," he said

"No you kneel" she pushed him

"No, I'm older than you"

"And I'm richer than you"

"Enough both of you!!!" Narcissa said "now Saphira, kneel" she took a large breath, she went down reverencing like a Princess only less charmingly. He puffed his chest with pride and kept his back straight smirking with victory "now you kiss her hand" they both looked at Narcissa who seemed with her patience on the edge, both hands in her temples. Draco not into hearing more of his mother's speeches on how the Yule ball was a very important event and that he was going to make a fool of himself if he didn't know the proper steps. Soon he raised her hand to meet his lips and planted a kiss there

The music started, slower. Saphira still taken by surprise with his action crumbled over his pace, stepping on his foot. The music started again and again until she got it right, only when it was time for him to spin her and catch he let her fall

Fifteen and It was time for pranks that she learned from the Weasley twins, Fred and George. Colorful bombs in his dorm room or shoes that would fart every time he walked, name it she has it

"Never heard of it?"

"What does it do?"

"It tickles the skin non-stop until the person breaks in laugh"

"Rather harmless..." Fred started

"But very affective" George finished

"Okay!..." She whispered to herself "Rictumsempra"

In the tall estate of the games, missing one point to Slytherin score 150 and Draco catch the golden snitch. He started twisting on his broom, having a pit of a contagious laugh. Everyone started to making fun until he lost balance and crush in the dirt of the ground

She was shaking when they took him to Papoula Pomfrey, he had hit his head but the problem was in his broken arm. He was still conscious when they asked him what happened, he just looked at her, and said "I lost balance and fall"

He lied?

It didn't make sense, he knew it was her and he wouldn't tell her off? He would always tell her off. Draco was the boy who would do everything in his reach to get her in trouble, wasn't he? Did he beat his head so hard that he has forgotten he hates her? Was he gonna use it to his advantage, just waiting for the right moment to strike like a snake?

While he was asleep she stayed up all night on his side, guild kicking in, anxiety keeping her awake, looming at his facials expression as he slept. That night Saphira discovered many things...

first one: Draco talked in his sleep

"No, No I won't fail you"

he woke in shook in the morning, sweat dripping from his forehead, breathing heavily

"Are you feeling better?" She asked ready to question why didn't he told dumbledore it was her who cursed him

"Yes" he simply said

Second one: don't trust the Weasleys with spells

"It was a really hard crash" she sighed "unfortunately I have some bad news" he positioned steadily in the bed frowning "you fall so hard and ground that your face fractured" he quickly turned to the mirror on his side " now you look normal"

His delicate lips had a small cut in them, nothing scandalous, but he looked angry as he turned at her, his serious serious expression turned into a grin. They both laughed immensely for a couple of seconds and stared at each other not knowing what to say, or do.

"Draco?" A small voice echoed in the corner of the room

"H-Hi pansy!" He said

Suddenly it was a weird atmosphere that broke through the windows as she had just crossed nearly headless nick for the first time

"I'm gonna live your two alone" heading out the door, leaving space for the both to talk she realizes the Third one: she was completely head over heels in love with Draco Malfoy

And every time she would catch him snogging pansy in the corner of the halls, kissing the length of the neck, or overheard them talking, she would get this feeling of nausea on the bottom of her stomach

"You're jealous!" Hermione said

"Why would she be jealous?" Ron asked with his mouth full, she never so gentle smacked his head with her hand pointing at the way pansy would play with Draco hair

"He doesn't even like it in the middle part," Saphira said playing with the vegetables on her plate with her fork, not hungry at all

"You gonna eat that? " Ron asked

"Wait...you like Draco? " Harry asked, "why?"

"I don't like him!!!"

"Okay...But you spent every summer with him, it's a little suspicious"

"It's because of my family you know that"

"Have you ever considered confessing your feelings to him?" Hermione again asked

" I don't like him," she said again loudly "even so, he doesn't see me that way"

But the thought lingered in her mind for a couple of weeks, weeks-long enough for the students already know that Malfoy would keep his Summers busy with her. Suddenly everyone knew and assumed the same thing that Hermione did

"Are you dating Malfoy?"

"How long are you guys together?"

"What about Pansy?"

"Is he a good kisser?"

Overwhelmed by the random questions and thoughts she went to talk with Draco personally until found him talking with Blaise and his friends "come on guys, I'm not dating her" he laughs "she not even my type" he said making an ugly face "I am just is stuck with her through the Summers cause she so annoying and boring that even her parents don't want her around" he quickly realized the words that had just come out of his mouth and shut

There was so much truth in those words, the truth that she never wanted to admit nor she could. She was adopted, it's true, people didn't know and those who knew certainly didn't talk about that.

When two purebloods decide to adopt a magic muggle-born, the elite society doesn't take it very well, first of all, it's illegal. Second: the chance of dishonoring the bloodline and status of the family by polluting their legacy mixing their divergence with a "mudblood", it a risk that no one should take, even a mother who lost her child at early birth; a bare family in an empty nest; a tree rotten in its core. She was embarrassed, only for a couple of seconds, soon she was filled with the very familiar feeling that emerged in her mind of angst

She got a suspension when the school heard from her that she had used a spell against a student and wounded him during a game of quidditch. Sitting on the bench Draco looked at her stiffed

"Why did you tell them?"

"My parents are going to move me to

Beauxbatons school" he looked worrisome that she almost felt pity "then I won't have to trouble you with my annoyingly boring behavior" she was about to get up when she felt his hand on her wrist twirling her body close to his, too close even

"Is this what you want?" She felt his mint breath in her cheeks and shivered over the wooden cologne

"W-what I-?"

" You wanna ruin everything don't you?" Her stomach filled with butterflies "our parent's plans, the secret, you found out and now you wanna ruin it"

Instantly the short moment went away, she stepped out of his intense gaze and unlocked her wrist

"Secret?"

"Why do you think you would come every summer to my house?" He said

"obviously isn't because we're so friends"

"Our parent's plans all along were that we would be more than that, I guarantee you" the words hissed against her thoughts, it was all so obvious now "marriage, Saphira, they want us to be wedd"

She felt like crying, run away like a little girl who just found out that Santa isn't real. She felt like breaking. Draco was bounded to her, stuck with a girl that he doesn't want

Making his life miserable as hers

"Draco, hear me, loud and clear," she said crying out, he never saw her tears, but that day it poured like a stormy rain

"you will never, never marry me. I give you that" alone with his thoughts, he builds his first wall

You're free

That summer she didn't come. It was his darkest summer, that gloomed into his mind like clouds over a parade

_____

"Will you fail me, boy?" Voldemort whispered

"No, my Lord"

#draco malfoy #harry potter #fiction #fanfic #pride and prejudice #pansy parkinson #theodore nott #romance #wattapad #bridgerton

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Ashara's baby. The whole thing seems so weird to me. What do you make of it?

This is probably gonna be unpopular and let me say this I’m okay to be wrong. So many people write theories and act like they can’t be wrong. I’m fine if I’m wrong. Also, I don’t give a single fuck what the show did. The show to me will never define all the canon. As Martin said when answering if it was the correct ending yes… no…. yes…no. Meaning yes some things were probably “plot points” but just because the show didn’t go into certain things doesn’t mean it won’t matter in the books. So please no “BUT THE SHOW” cause I don’t believe everything has been revealed at all.

I tend to think if Ashara’s baby is gonna pop up it will be Dany. I know a very very controversial opinion. But let’s look at Lemongate, which doesn’t prove Ashara but raises doubt on Dany’s parentage. Lemongate is undeniable, anyone who says otherwise is completely fooling themselves.

Martin confirmed it’s important:

Livejournal Question: “Dany remembers a lemon tree outside the house with the red door in Braavos, but citrus trees shouldn’t really grow in Braavos’s cold, foggy climate. Is this discrepency significant? Does it point to future revelations about Dany’s past? Thank you so much.”

Answer: “Very perceptive of you. Yes, it does point to … well, that would be telling.”

This means no matter what Lemongate matters. There is a reason Martin put it in the plot. Whether I am right or wrong doesn’t matter, Martin has confirmed it points to something. Something he will be revealing. So for anyone who claims Lemongate is nothing is wrong.

Rhaella and Aerys infertility. Rhaella had Rhaegar, 3 miscarriages, 2 stillborns, and 3 short live children. There is obvious fertile issues with them and she has all of these losses under the best medical care. But we’re supposed to believe Rhaella gave birth to a healthy living child, without a maester, after an incredibly stress war, the loss of almost her entire family, flight to Dragonstone, and the constant fear of being caught by Robert Baratheon.

Dany has violet eyes. People might not think this is important but it is. Viserys has lilac eyes and Rhaegar has indigo eyes. No keep in mind Martin is pretty much you get either “mom or dad’s traits.” recessive genes don’t seem to be a thing (the whole reason the “black of hair” nonsense drives some fans nuts). On top of that Dany is supposed to be the daughter of two generations worth of brother-sister marriages. These violet eyes are a mistake. Even Viserys points it out in Dany’s first chapter he makes her wear a purple dress to “bring out the purple in her eyes” Viserys is terrified she doesn’t look like a Targaryen Princess. But will get into that later. The only person in the timeline of Dany’s conception that had violet eyes was Ashara. Barristan Selmy even says Dany’s eyes remind him of Ashara.

Back to the Viserys point. He is terrified she doesn’t look enough like a Targaryen. The first chapter is him dressing her up and trying to convince himself that she looks enough like a Targaryen. It’s the eyes that are worrying him probably, they are wrong.

Viserys doesn’t speak High Valyrian but Dany does. When they speak with in front of the Dothraki they speak in The Common Tongue. We know Dany speaks High Valyrian, a language few would know where they were. So it seems like Viserys didn’t know High Valyrian.

Dany says she was born in the worst storm in Westerosi history. Not a single person has a memory of this storm, this storm that supposedly smashed the Targaryen fleet (leaving them defenseless) and made the stones at Dragonstone come down. This doesn’t make for many reasons. First Stannis has a naval battle at Dragonstone, Davos mentions that Stannis led the assault against Dragonstone which implies there was a battle. Furthermore, Dragonstone castle isn’t made out of stone, it’s made out of magically fused Valyrian stones. Dragonstone couldn’t crumble the way Dany said it did. On top of that Stannis, Davos, etc never mentions repairs made to Dragonstone.

Further disproving the “stormborn” Dany claims the storm happened in the summer during her birth. Which doesn’t make sense, we know that winter/autumn storms are in The Narrow Sea with the worst being winter.

Dany remembers Willem Darry as a “great grey bear” of a man and also that he died wasting away of sickness. He remembers Willem Darry never leaving his bed, and him walking with a cane. She remembers he had soft hands, but Willem Darry was a knight and master-of-arms. His hands would be rough.

Dany says she and Viserys were robbed when they left the house with the red door. Leaving them with nothing. But Dany also said that Viserys sold all there Targaryen treasures, including there mother’s crown. So the servants stole everything but just missed all that good Targaryen treasure?

Dany tells us they went from Dragonstone-Braavos- Myr-Tyrosh-Qohor-Volantis-Lys-Pentos. Just look at a map. Tell me how this makes sense. On top of that Dany specifically says she remembers the flight from Dragonstone to Braavos. Dany was an infant apparently, how would she remember it?

Dany says in her first chapter they lived in Pentos for 6 months, Illyrio says that the marriage between Drogo and Dany was “years in the making” and also mentions to Viserys not to ruin plans that have been in the works for “years”.

And finally, Lemon trees don’t grow in Braavos. The smoking gun, Dany remembering a Lemon Tree outside her window: here is the specific quote

“That was when they lived in Braavos, in the big house with the red door. Dany had her own room there, with a lemon tree outside her window”

Now many have claimed it’s possible that they lived with the Sea Lord and that the Sea Lord had a glasshouse similar to the Starks. Now that’s possible, but Dany doesn’t remember a glasshouse. She remembers a Lemon Tree outside her window. If you look at the Sea Lord’s Palace it doesn’t seem like the room Dany would be in would be close enough for her to see the Lemon Tree. Also in The Stark glasshouse, it’s interesting that Lemon Trees aren’t grown. Considering Ned Stark had a daughter who loved lemon cakes.

Lemon trees are most associated with Dorne. This has been repeated in the text a bunch of times. Similarly the idea that Braavos grows no lemon has also been mentioned. And as I mentioned in the first point Martin has said this issue will be brought up and revealed, and I’m sorry if I don’t believe Dany will have it revealed to her she once lived at a place with a glasshouse. I think it’s probably a little more.

Now all of this is evidence that Dany’s past doesn’t add up. There are questions about it. There are many theories about it, but if Ashara’s baby is going to be important I would suspect it’s because she’s Dany. Now many have speculated Ashara’s baby is Aegon, it’s possible but I think it’s important that we’re told that Ashara’s baby was a stillborn girl. Also Ned’s guilt over the decision to kill Dany. Also, The Daynes hold Ned in such high respect despite him killing Arthur. It’s very odd. I mean Edric Dayne is nicknamed Ned… which seems to be for Ned Stark. There is something going on with The Daynes, I’m sure of that. I mean Barristan says when he looks at Dany it’s like he’s looking at Ashara’s daughter. So I think if anyone’s gonna be revealed to be Ashara’s baby it will be Dany.

Now there are many baby daddies, Brandon, Ned, Aerys, Rhaegar… I still tend to think Dany is a Targaryen so I would throw out Brandon or Ned. I mean possible B+A=D, especially with the “looked to Stark” but idk I think Dany’s a Targaryen.

Aerys is interesting Daenerys Daen-erys Dayne-Aerys. Idk maybe the very name itself was meant to be a clue. Aerys was known to take mistresses, to be a rapist, etc. He was obsessed with Joanna Lannister for a while and Rhaella sent her away in order to protect her. It was said Aerys was interested in beautiful women and Ashara was supposedly the most beautiful of them all. Aerys would have had access to Ashara given she was his daughter in laws lady in waiting. Plus it was said someone “dishonored” Ashara at Harrenhall, Barristan claims. Who was known for dishonoring maidens? Aerys.

Rhaegar is also a strong case, Rhaegar again had access to Ashara. It makes more sense for him to fall for his wife’s lady in waiting then Lyanna a woman he just met. Dany has strong ties to Rhaegar in the books, he’s mentioned so much in relation to Dany. Rhaegar being Dany’s father would make sense. Again fits with the “dishonor” but I also argue it would fit with the “looked to Stark”. Let’s say Rhaegar and Ashara were having an affair, and then suddenly Lyanna showed up at Harrenhall and Rhaegar realized that only a child of “ice and fire” would be The Prince that was Promised. Is it possible Ashara took to the Starks in order to actively dishonor or humiliate them after being set aside for Lyanna? Again this is speculative but possible. We know she leaves Elia’s service soon after the birth of Aegon. It seems like she was set aside.

So that’s it… again don’t take this too seriously. I’m okay if I’m wrong. I’m not someone set in stone when it comes to ASOIAF theories. But I just think The Daynes do have a role to play.

#daenerys targaryen #meta #asoiaf meta #anonymous

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likestvrlight · 4 years ago

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& 𝓌𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 . 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 . 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁

name ; elsa rosier zula age ; 30 ancient birthday ; unknown , doesn’t celebrate nationality ; elsa is mexican but grew up in hawaii species ; demon prince of hell posing as a shadowhunter gender ; female / non-binary orientation ; bisexual & biromantic occupation ; mother , shadowhunter , troublemaker home ; most recently, mexico city accent ; elsa’s is mexican languages ; elsa speaks spanish , japanese , hawaiian , pidgin , cantonese , mandarin , filipino , tagalog , tamil , korean , english , french , german , various other asian languages , zula speaks most languages height ; 175cm

tw for: death, kidnapping, rape mention, cheating, suicide, suicidal thoughts, more death, zula choosing very dramatic vessels

the favourite ;; adopted by wealthy french mundanes and raised to be proper, luna lettiere was perfect. until her father’s best friend pulled her aside at a family event. he pulled her into her own bedroom, pressed his hand over her mouth, and told her he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. she was thirteen. nine months later, luna tried to kill herself before she’d even left her hospital bed after giving birth.

& now we got bad blood ;; zula, going by maria santos, found herself sympathetic to the mundane child. she snuck in when she saw luna being restrained, and found out what happened. she couldn’t stay with luna when the lettieres sent their daughter to a psych hospital. they didn’t believe that she’d been raped. zula seduced the mundane’s rapist and stole his fortune over the next three years. she left him penniless and in financial ruin, in so much debt he would never recover.

they’ll tell you i’m insane;; luna lasted two days when her parents tried bringing her home. they had spent so much time victim blaming that she hung herself. she survived, and they sent her back to the hospital. she spent two more years before zula broke in and tried to convince her to leave. to take her rapist’s fortune and ruin her family and go away with zula. she refused. so zula took her as a vessel. once she realised the demon didn’t really have ill intentions for her and actually planned to allow her to die if she truly wanted to, she stopped fighting and they even became friends while sharing a headspace.

———

& the shadowhunter ;; shadowhunter elsa rosier ( née TBD ) grew up in hawai’i, in the honolulu institute. she spent her time reading and learning and at downworlder parties. her parents tried to raise her to eventually marry above her, and she didn’t want that. but they set her up with another clave member’s son anyways. the man was older by a few years, and he didn’t really want the marriage either.

i’ll think about it maybe, xo baby ;; they met and got along well enough, but elsa was never faithful, continuing the affairs she’d already begun even once they married. he always liked her more than she liked him.

clung to the nearest ;; when she ran into zula on a mission, she was the one to suggest zula take her when she discovered the demon was trying to free her other vessel. elsa even introduced the vampire who turned luna for zula.

i was enchanted to meet you ;; zula found alyssa asakura ( born asami asakura ) in okinawa, a few months after meeting elsa. she and alyssa stayed together, travelled, and fell for each other. they protected luna and after a few years alyssa decided she wanted a child. zula agreed. they weren’t sure who they’d trust, until elsa’s husband showed up. they were stand off-ish at first, but it didn’t take very long to discover he hadn’t been in contact with other shadowhunters since elsa had offered herself up to zula, because he had wanted to find elsa but not bring with him everything he knew she wanted to leave behind. he’d thought that elsa had simply run away to get away from her mother. so zula let him talk to el, and he agreed to leave them alone when elsa explained that it had been her choice.

the father ;; he donated so alyssa and zula could have a child, and then went on his way. they didn’t see the harm in it, the only exception being their child would be half shadowhunter. but the clave couldn’t claim it if they never knew. they named their son tahno, after alyssa’s father, and the four were content for a while. they remained in mexico while tahno was young, but when alyssa fell ill, they went back to okinawa where she had some family.

’til the battle picked me ;; she passed surrounded by family, and her seelie family didn’t resent zula, knowing she hadn’t invited the illness. she remained with alyssa’s cousins, and when she ran into elsa’s husband again, he stayed with her to help with tahno and luna. the seelies returned to their realm but allowed zula to remain in their home.

long story short, it was a bad time ;; things were okay for a few months. then when luna, alongside tahno’s father, were out buying groceries, they were attacked. tahno’s father almost died protecting luna, and in return zula had the same vampire who had turned luna turn him. he was livid when he woke. he’d been surrounded by downworlders since leaving hawai’i, but had never wanted to be a vampire. zula wasn’t ready to lose another person she cared so deeply for.

the best people in life are free ;; when they found themselves in the seelie realm, the first thing zula and luna did was seek out alyssa’s sister. saya was kind, allowed her sister-in-law to move in with her family, and spoiled her nephew and even grew close to luna. she welcomed the demon prince and even allowed zula to use her as a vessel a couple times, to allow elsa to meet tahno. the seelie family was strange, to zula, but she grew to love them. zula often leaves luna with saya, since luna prefers not to venture too far into the seelie realm, but she rarely goes anywhere without tahno, scared that she’ll leave him home and she’ll lose him like she did alyssa.

every battle wound makes you who you are ;; she is posing as elsa, though, and is simply claiming to have adopted her husband’s lovechild he had with a seelie, as her son is half-seelie, half-shadowhunter. as far as anyone who knew elsa before knows, she was never interested in the marriage anyways, and her affairs weren’t exactly secret. they’re claiming she and her husband left hawai’i together, and simply ignored that they were married. they’re simply raising the child together because the birth mother is no longer in the picture.

#dih.intro #reposting bc i changed zula's kid's name & updates with the fc change that i forgot earlier

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insomnia-productions · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas unreasonably attractive fandom! This is my Secret Santa gift to @herenya-sedai. You asked for Post-AMOL Mat dealing with a daughter who can channel, and, wow, did that open up a can of worms in my brain. I hope you enjoy this fic! It’s also on AO3, if you have a preference for platform <3

Nora, Nora

The first few months are the hardest. He sees them in the gardens, in the halls, in unfamiliar Seanchan streets, grey dresses swishing around thin ankles, silver bands making red rings around gaunt necks. They walk with their eyes lowered, lips pale and thin, betraying no emotion, followed, always, by tall pale women with cold faces, silver bracelets glinting under the harsh sun. Some of them are dark, others pale, some willowy and tall, others short and homely, but he sees one face on all of them: dark eyes, lips quirked just so, mouth opening to berate him, most likely, with the words of a harried mother despite the fact that she was the youngest of them all, always in such a hurry to grow up, growing up too fast, burning too bright until she burned out—

He left all that behind when he came to Seanchan, but it clings to him, still. His days are wide open and empty; Tuon has crushed the rebellions against her, but Seanchan politics are a web rivalled only by the White Tower itself and she spends her days fixed firm on her throne, Min rarely released from her side. There are no more battles to be fought. Mat feels himself fading, drifting into the background, a small piece of the scenery. He spends long hours wandering the city, studying the winding streets, acquainting himself with the taverns, memories flitting in and out of sight. Sometimes he drifts into an alley, or an alcove, or a dusty bazaar, and stands there for hours, dreaming of lives lived and long passed in this strange empire.

In his wanderings, he learns where they are kept. It’s a dark room, deep underground, walls studded with pegs holding gleaming bracelets. The new ones huddle in quivering groups on the cold floor. The old ones lie alone, eyes blank and dull, breaths so shallow they could almost be dead. It takes him a week, even with his luck, to find a way in: a tunnel from a bygone Age, forgotten by everyone in this generation, perhaps, but not by the men in his memories. He doesn’t use a torch, the first time, half-afraid of being caught, and as he creeps slowly through the dark, he wonders what Tuon would say.

He can’t do much. There are so many of them. He brings them sweetbreads and kaf, and it’s not enough. He brings them balms for their wounds and wine for their souls, and it’s not enough. He brings them stories of the outside world, of hope, of home, and it’s not enough, never enough. Most days, as he slips back into the darkness, he thinks all he can bring them is more disappointment.

On the third day of the eighth month, he lets one go. It is a foolish idea and he is not, contrary to popular belief, a fool, but she’s so young and scared, still with a spark of defiance in her large, dark eyes as she sits, unattended, in the garden, waiting for her sul’dam to collect her, and he’s done it before, knows how, and when he unlocks the necklace she smiles—

They catch her before dusk. They do not put the silver band back around her neck. When they are done with her, she has no neck to put it on.

Tuon is silent in court. She lets the girl’s sul’dam make the decision, and gives only an imperial shake of the head when asked if further inquiry is needed. Her eyes remain fixed on the girl throughout, never straying.

In the night, she comes early to the room they share. She sits there in bed, thin blankets pulled around her waist, back straight as the mast of a ship despite how large her stomach has grown, almost half her own size, it seems. It’s the first time he’s seen her by moonlight in weeks.

“Never do that again,” she says softly. “Remember that I will soon have my heir. I can kill you now, if I wish.”

Mat looks at her. He almost can’t see her eyes in the darkness. “Egwene told you—”

“The Amyrlin Seat was mistaken.” An edge of frost coats her words. “I know how to protect my people.”

“That girl wasn’t dangerous. She was barely a woman. In the Two Rivers she might not yet be allowed braids.”

Tuon’s voice softens, but her eyes are hard and cold. “You have a kind heart, Toy. I will forgive you this time.” Hard and cold—the eyes of one who was born with a crown already fixed on her head. “But never again.” She holds out a hand for him.

“Never again,” Mat echoes, and goes to her.

He passes the tunnel, sometimes, and there is a catch in his step before he keeps walking.

It’s raining the day everything changes—but a pleasant rain, if there is such a thing. It’s the kind of rain that reminds him of summer afternoons spent splashing through the creek, tearing newly bloomed wildflowers from trees, sticking them haphazardly in Perrin’s hair because the stems slid so smoothly between his curls and stuck. He watches the rain drip off the tiled cover above the window, falling heavily on petals in pink, yellow, and white. He watches for so long that he forgets the bouquet is getting soaked, but it doesn’t matter, because, when he hears the first cries, he jumps so hard he drops it out the window anyway.

He turns around, and there is Min, eyes wide, arms wrapped gingerly around a bundle of white, while on the bed Tuon sobs and laughs, for once too drained to keep composure. Mat walks to Min, takes the bundle into his arms. He looks down at a round face, brown in hue, eyes clenched shut, but he knows they will be the darkest brown. His daughter. His daughter.

It’s so terrifying a thought that he nearly drops the baby. Min catches his eye, grins, takes the child back and hands her off to Tuon’s waiting arms. Tuon looks at their daughter, and then at him, and, for once, smiles.

“You look frightened.”

“I never saw myself as a father,” Mat says, honestly. “I’m— I’m just— the village idiot.”

Min snorts. Tuon’s smile deepens.

“You are the greatest general that has ever lived,” she says, and her voice is so warm. “This is nothing.”

Mat gives her his most impish grin, and turns away before she can see it strain. Not for the first time, he wonders who it is his wife really loves.

Years pass faster than comprehension. Mat steals hours with his daughter like the rarest diamonds, moments between long sessions under locked doors when Tuon and her Court teach Enoura how be an empress. Tuon complains every day that five minutes with Mat undo three days of her work at a time. Mat takes it as a the highest honor.

He teaches his daughter how to dance, how to gamble, how to look at a horse and know how fast and how true it will run. She has Tuon’s eyes, Tuon’s steel spine, Tuon’s imperious voice—but she has his smile, he thinks, and his laugh.

When Enoura is one year old, she says her first word: “Dada.” Mat gloats for hours, and his satisfaction is barely touched by the fact that Tuon does not speak to him for the two weeks it takes before Enoura learns to say “Mama.” Even then, a coat of ice frosts her eyes for several weeks longer. Their marriage is only mended a month later, when Min, having drunk slightly too much, reveals that Enoura’s first word was actually, in fact, “Min.”

When Enoura is four years old, she splashes through a mud puddle half as deep as she is tall, and ruins the dress given to her specially for her True Name Day. She trails back into the palace half an hour later, tugged along by her latest tutor (none of them seem to last longer than a few weeks), face sullen, thoroughly disgraced. Tuon arches a single eyebrow when she sees her, fingers drumming on her knees—which, for Tuon, is the equivalent of pitching a fit. Mat fails to bite back a laugh—Light, but how many times had his own mother given him that same expression?— and is sent out of the room.

When Enoura is six years old, she wanders out of the garden gate and disappears. The Seanchan Empire itself seems to grind to a halt. Servants and soldiers alike are sent out in droves, and Tuon locks herself in a dark room with Min, admitting one courtier at a time, until she is certain that none of them are to blame. Mat finds the hidden spaces no one else can; for once, he is grateful for the memories in his head. He finds her when the sun has almost set, crouched behind the thick creeper plant obscuring a shallow alcove where two abandoned buildings meet. She is crying, and she cries harder when she sees him, and as he presses her to him, feeling relief wash over his bones, he decides that she will never cry like this again.

When Enoura is nine years old, Mat feels his medallion go cold. His daughter is standing behind him when he turns, palms stretched in front of her, face scrunched with concentration. She drops the pose when she sees him looking, blowing a mound of brown curls away from her face, and sticks out her lip. “I’m trying to blow you over.” As if to illustrate, a faint gust of wind drifts past Mat. Enoura huffs. “It’s not working.”

The medallion is so cold—and then it isn’t. He feels a shiver run through his body—part of him thinks it can still feel the thin weaves of Air, saidar spinning nets around him. Spun by his daughter. Mat feels his feet move; he goes to her very slowly, kneels in front of her, takes her hands. His eyes flit around the room; the door is closed, the window is shut and barred, there are no servants present, Tuon is far away in the throne room. No one is here. No one has seen. No one but him. He looks at his daughter, at her bright eyes, large and dark. He thinks of a rainbow stole around too-small shoulders, a thin scar around a thin neck that never quite went away.

“Nora,” he says. “Never do that again.”

Saidar, it turns out, is not something that can be controlled so easily. He learns this as he stands in a room full of broken pots and spilled dirt and flowers that weren’t there five minutes ago, and he screams at his daughter for the first time.

Enoura starts to cry and Mat feels all the air leave his body. He drops to his knees in front of her, gathers her into his arms, smooths a hand over her frizzy hair, feels the little leaves and twigs still hidden amongst the curls from the floral rain she created moments earlier.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, so quiet he can’t quite tell if he’s really said it out loud. “It’s going to be okay. I’m so sorry.”

Slowly, gulping big shallow breaths, Enoura starts to calm down. Mat releases her and draws a cloth from his pocket. Carefully, he wipes her tears away, so that her face is dry. He sits her down with her back to him and picks out the leaves, one by one, until her hair is fit for the royal court. Her eyes stay red-rimmed and fearful, though, and he tries not to look at them, feels them bore holes into him as he tugs her quickly through the halls.

Min jumps when he slams the door open, brows drawing sharply down. Then she sees Enoura and her eyes widen, flitting between them.

“The One Power,” she says slowly. Enoura’s lip begins to tremble. It takes all of Mat’s strength not to let himself have the same response. He nods. He and Min look at each other, and Mat can see his face reflected in her eyes, pale and afraid. Min hugs her arms. “Right,” she says. “Right.”

“Can you help her?” Mat’s voice is strained and hoarse; he has to force the words out. “You were in the Tower before— can you help her?”

Min bites her lip. She looks so sad. “I don’t know. Maybe. I can— we can try.”

“I’m sorry,” Enoura whimpers. Her hand is trembling in Mat’s. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I won’t do it again, I promise!”

Mat grips her hand tighter. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Nora. Don’t let anyone tell you you ever did anything wrong. We just— we need to be careful.”

“Careful,” Min echoes. She closes her eyes, shakes her head, takes a deep breath. “I heard... sometimes, when I got bored, I would talk to the Novices or sit in on their lessons. I might… I don’t remember much, but I might be able to… help her control it better. With luck.”

“Luck is all I have,” Mat says.

The sun begins to set. Enoura sits on the ground, legs crossed, mirroring Min’s posture, hands clutched in Min’s, eyes closed.

“Picture yourself as the bud of a rose,” Min murmurs. Mat sags against the wall as a faint ball of light hovers over their hands and Enoura smiles. “You are the bud and the bud is you…”

“I am the bud and the bud is me,” Enoura echoes.

Mat closes his eyes.

Years pass faster than comprehension. Enoura turns twelve. The palace is abuzz as sul’dam prepare to test their proxies—and their new damane . Mat sits locked away in his chambers, Enoura curled in his lap. She is getting too big for that, now, but even as he begins to lose feeling in his legs, he can’t fathom letting her go, not when he looks out of the window and sees the rows of girls her age all lined up, sul’dam circling them like sharks in the water.

Tuon will know what to do. He tells himself that, over and over, as the clock ticks. Tuon is the Empress, and she is Enoura’s mother, and she will not let their daughter be harmed, will not let her be collared, will not let her be used. Memories flit behind his eyes of a girl in a grey dress, only slightly older than Enoura, eyes wide and frightened as she is dragged into the Court, made to kneel before Tuon, made to face judgement for Mat’s mistake—

He shakes the memories away. Enoura will not be— protecting his child will not be a mistake. It can’t be.

Tuon will know what to do.

He grips Enoura’s hand as they hurry to the gardens. Tuon sits on an elevated throne, gaze unwavering, almost unblinking as girl after girl is brought forward and tested. Mat’s grip on Enoura’s hand becomes so tight that he can almost feel her bones shifting. He takes deep breaths, loosens his grasp, runs a hand through his hair, tries to look calm and presentable. He approaches his wife.

Tuon does not look away from the assembled girls when she says, “What is it?”

“I need to speak with you. Please,” he adds belatedly, as the sharp eyes of her guards swing reproachfully his way. “It’s about Nora.”

“Enoura,” Tuon corrects, as she always does. Her eyes flick to their daughter and grow warm. “It is almost time for you testing, daughter.”

Enoura shivers, pressing close to Mat. Mat looks down at her, and then at Tuon. “Can we speak privately?”

Tuon sighs, but she lifts a hand to the sul’dam and rises from her throne. Pulled Enoura gently away from Mat, she deposits her with the guards and follows Mat out of the garden. Her guards stare after her, eyes narrowed, as Mat leads her away from listening ears, into an alcove sheltered by creeping vines and blue roses. It was in a place not unlike this that Enoura was conceived.

“Tuon,” he says.

She looks at him, half expectant, half impatient. Even now, away from everyone, her back is straight, her hands folded primly over her stomach. As always, though she stands at half his height, she seems to be looking down at him with those cold, piercing eyes. She will know what to do. She will know how to keep their daughter safe. She has to.

“Tuon.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “Toy.”

He has to tell her. He opens his mouth. He has to tell her. For Enoura’s sake. For Enoura…

“Tuon,” he says, “Min had a viewing.”

Tuon’s eyes glow as he talks. He is barely aware of his own words; they tumble out of his mouth like rocks making deep pits in his stomach. He tells a story. He has always been good at lying.

Tuon returns to the garden. She sits in her throne, overlooking the rows of trembling girls, some weeping because they are damane, some because they are not. Enoura is summoned. She stands beside her mother and watches with wide, frightened eyes as a silver band is strapped to her wrist.

“Enoura,” Tuon announces, the hints of a smile touching her lips. “My daughter, destined to be the most powerful sul’dam this land will ever see.”

A cheer goes up. Enoura’s head swings around; she stares at Mat.

Mat turns away.

“She will make a fine Empress,” Tuon hums, seated on her garden throne, silken white dress draped so that the cloth falls open to frame crossed legs. Her fingers drum silently against the stone armrest. Mat stands at her side and they watch Enoura instruct her damane together. “A fine Empress,” Tuon muses, “if only she would learn to be stricter with them.” Her eyes flit briefly to Mat, hints of warmth just breaking through. “She has too much of your kindness, Toy. I wish she would display more of that lion you keep so well hidden, too.”

I am not a lion, Mat wants to tell her. I am a fox with a loud bark and silver feet. I am a raven with clipped wings. I am a man trapped in the weaves of a Pattern I cannot comprehend. I am not the memories in my head.

Instead he nods silently, and watches his daughter struggle to keep the pain off her face as her damane again tries, again fails, to pour a pitcher of water. How long before that smooth, blank face ceases to be a struggle? How long before it comes naturally to her? How long before she stops feeling the damane’s pain at all? Enoura glances back at him, eyes large and dark and pained and lost, and he looks away.

It has been weeks since he was able to meet his daughter’s eyes.

Enoura is sixteen years old and sobbing. The full moon gleams in the tears that stream down her face, thin creeks of silver starlight making lines down her cheeks, splashing onto the cold stone of the terrace wall. Mat watches her and feels like weeping himself. In one hand she clutches the silver bracelet, and it trembles in her grasp. The other hand strays to her neck, lacquered fingernails pressing into it, hard enough to leave angry red marks.

“I should be wearing this here,” she sobs. “I should be one of them, I should—”

Mat pulls her close, pressing her face to his chest, muffling her words, eyes scanning the darkness for watching eyes, listening ears. With one hand he smooths her hair, over and over, as he did when she was little. Her curls are not as unruly as they used to be, cut short and flattened by a gleaming crown she used to complain hurt her ears. She doesn’t complain any more. She doesn’t laugh like she used to, or smile, or chatter. Mat wonders how there could ever have been days when he wished she would stop talking, if only for a moment. She is not talking now. Her muffled sobs pierce his ears with every other breath. He holds her tighter.

What can he do? What can he say to help her, to comfort her? There is no silver lining to Enoura’s struggle, only the simple fact that she is alive and uncollared. How much comfort is that, when the price of her freedom is the slavery of women who in any other life would be her sisters?

Tuon once told him that empresses do not love, but Mat doesn’t think that is true. He sees love in her when she smiles at their daughter. He sees it in her eyes when she travels into the city, when she looks out at her people, shining with pride for her empire. He sees love in her smile when they stay up together into the dawn and she calls him a lion, and he wonders if there is any part of him she loves more than the men in his head, and the battles they have won.

Empresses love, Mat is certain of that, but he is not certain how far that love can be tested. He is not certain how love measures up against the world’s most powerful empire, an empire built on slavery, an empire with servitude so deeply ingrained into its culture that the very notion of viewing damane as people is not worth consideration, because it is a notion that would tear the empire apart if given more than a moment’s thought.

Enoura’s sobs fade into shuddering breaths. Mat rests his head on hers and thinks of a girl, not ten years old, making little balls of light and laughing.

“Luck is all I have,” he had said, that night.

He wonders how far his luck can carry him. He wonders if he can trust it one last time. Choices spin through his head and he wishes, for the first time, that the dice would come back and spin, and spin, so that he could know which decision is the right one. He hopes he can trust his luck.

Mat pushes Enoura gently away. Cupping her face in his hands, he wipes away her tears, and tries to smile.

“It’s going to be okay, Nora,” he whispers. “Here is what we’re going to do.”

el’Nynaeve ti al’Meara Mandragoran turns from the window as a liveried servant slips through the door. She has to bring a hand up to steady the crown that threatens to slip at her quick movement; it has been so many years, and yet the Crown of Malkier still feels foreign against her forehead. Not that she would trade it, nor what it signifies, for all the world.

“Yes?”

“Queen Nynaeve, two travellers seek audience with you.”

Nynaeve blinks. “With me? Not with Lan— I mean, not with the King?”

“Yes, Queen Nynaeve.”

“And without any notice…” Nynaeve’s hands stray to her braid. “See them in.”

The servant bows and slips back out of the room, and Nynaeve sighs, her frown half of impatience and half of concern. Who would ask to see her, and only her, so suddenly, without notice?

The door opens. Two cloaked figures enter the room, one half the height of the other. Nynaeve’s frown deepens.

“Who are you?”

The smaller figure shrinks back, pulling down the hood to reveal unruly brown curls—some motherly instinct in Nynaeve screams the need to brush this child’s hair—and dark, strangely familiar eyes. But it is the second, taller figure that draws a gasp from the Queen of Malkier, as the hood is pulled back to reveal gleaming brown eyes and a wide, impish grin. Nynaeve’s fingers tighten around her braid. She can already feel a headache approaching.

“Hello, Wisdom,” Mat Cauthon says, insolent as ever. “Could I trouble you for a place to stay?”

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ohtheseboysilove · 6 years ago

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The Devil with angelic eyes [Roger Taylor x F!Reader]

Words : 2, 200 K +

Warnings : mention of smut, language, age gape

Summary : Roger tell the band about a girl he shagged. Turned out he shouldn’t have.

Note : omg guys i don’t know what happened with this request but it is way more different that what I planned to do at the beginning....anyway I love this request and there will be obviously a second part to respect the request! I hope you all enjoy this one, it doesn’t make any sense but it was supert funny to write !

Please tell me what you think my loves xx

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“Dear god, Roger, you look terrible” Freddie commented as his friend passed the door of the studio, looking like hell.

The blond grunted annoyingly and poured himself a hot cup of dark coffee, ignoring his bandmates.

“Who keep you awake all night this time ? Shelly ? Or was it Lola ?” John pipped in, seating criss-cross on the sofa, a mocking smile on his face. “Must be exhausting to have so many girlfriends”

“And only one cock” Added Fred with pout. “I read an article about a man having two cocks, lucky bastard”

Brian looked at the singer horrified and shook his head.

“Freddie, it not possible. Even, if he do have two penis, there no chance he can use them both” His scientific side couldn’t stay quiet hearing this absurdity. “It’s useless like people who are born with six fingers”

“I would make good use of an extra finger, trust me” Freddie chirped and threw a smile to Deaky, the only one to laugh at his joke. Brian closed his eyes with a grimace and busied himself with his cup of tea. “But that wasn’t the conversation, Roger, darling, who is this little creature who don’t let you sleep at night ?”

“Don’t want to talk about her” Roger spat and fell in the chair, massaging his temples. “She is the fucking devil”

“You said the magic word, I need more details now !” Freddie brought his chair closer and looked expectingly at his friend. “Does this delicious woman have a name ?”

“Honey” The blond replied, chewing his bottom lip at the thought of the delicious girl.

“Honey ? That can’t be her real name !” Brian gasped. “Which parents would call–“

“I know very well it’s not her name, twat” Roger bit back, annoyed by Brian’s useless comment. “But I don’t give a damn about that, honey is more than fine with me”

“She sound like a little cock teaser. I have this feeling. Am I wrong ?” Freddie asked with an arched eyebrow. His curious smile turned into a smirk as Roger blushed, clearly a bit upset. “Oh she is, she totally is ! I like her even more !” He clapped his hands happily and the blond rolled his eyes.

“She is the worst okay ? Never a girl make me crawl so hard to have her” The drummer confessed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Roger Meddows Taylor, crawling for a girl ? Unbelievable” John snickered and earned a death glare from his friend. “Well, did she was worth it at least ? You looked pretty exhausted, must be a good night”

The blond pinched his lips into a line, irritation bubbling in his blood.

“I still didn’t fuck her” He confessed, cheeks red with frustration.

“Seriously ? But you met her last month ? And you seeing her almost every night !” Brian asked with furrowed eyebrows, rather surprise of the grip the woman had on his friend.

“I fucking know that ! It had been six weeks and she did nothing else but tease me ! Sucking my cock then stop right before I cum ! She is...I can’t explain, she is so hot, everything about her is fucking erotic, I want to fuck her so badly, it’s painful” Roger whined, head dropped on the back of the chair, sharing his desperation with his bandmates.

“Hell, even me I want to shag her” Freddie said, lighting a cigarette, pressing Roger to continue to speak about this girl. “Tell us more, what she looks like ? What she do to make you so crazy for six fucking weeks ?”

Brian and John, both were married but couldn’t say no to hear about the beautiful girl torturing the infernal blond.

“She got the dirtiest mouth I ever heard, I swear everything she said is filthy, making me hard every fucking time she whispered in my ear. And she do the best deep-throat blowjob, without any gagging. Must be fucking experienced because she clearly know how to use her tongue around me” Freddie hummed appreciatively and John and Brian’s cheeks were slightly flushed, eager to know more about this – apparently – perfect woman. “Fucking beautiful tits too, she got a piercing on her right nipple and it’s bloody hot, always poking under her top, naughty girl never wear a single bra in her life I’m sure” He stole Freddie’s cigarette and took a deep puff, smirking at his friends, very attentive to each of his word. “Well, well, well, no smartass comment to make Brian ? John ? Look at these flushed faces”

“Oh come on, we are married, fantasy is all we got now” Brian grunted and rolled his eyes. “Help a friend in distress with his wife” Freddie giggled loudly.

“I’m perfectly happy in my marriage” John shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh yeah ? So you don’t want to hear about Honey’s pretty little cunt ?” Roger teased, tilting his head on the side to see his friend swallowed with difficulty. He stayed silent and motioned him to continue. “That what I thought too. So the sweet honey got an ever sweeter pussy, pink and a delicious juice. And fuck, she do the more erotic little moans, very vocal and not shy at all” He sighed loudly, chewing the inside of his cheek at the memories of the girl kneeling in front of him, does-eyes but with a devilish smile.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Roger, did you found the goddess of sex or what ? Never heard you praised a girl that much. Without even fucking her yet !” The singer smirk rather impressed, this girl was certainly something, turning Roger into lost puppy wasn’t an easy task.

“Aphrodite” The guitarist said with sweaty hands. Freddie glanced at him, wondering what this was about. “The Greek goddess of sex and beauty is Aphrodite”

“You also have Hedone, goddess of the pleasure, seems to match too” John added with an amused smile.

“Roger, you have to shag this girl” Freddie said in a serious tone and the two other nodded.

“I will, don’t worry” He smirked with confidence.

“By the way, how old she is ? Must be younger to be so wild” Deaky wondered as he gave to all his bandmates a paper with lyrics for a new song he wrote.

Roger cleared his voice, embarrassment flushing his face. “twenty-one” He replied and immediately a stream of disgusting noises followed.

“For god’ sake Rog ! You’re forty-two years old !” Brian scoffed with a grimace. “You’re a pig”

“She could be your daughter” John commented, his lips pinched in a thin line.

“Well she is fucking not ! And you weren’t complaining five minutes ago” Roger grunted as he crossed his arms, vexed. “She’s hot okay ? And she’s the one who start hitting on me, she can be very persuasive, trust me”

“Age is just a number my darlings, let Roger have his fun, just don’t knocked her up, you would ruin her young life” Freddie relaxed the atmosphere, even more amused by the scandalously young age of the girl. “Let’s go to work now, we already way behind schedule boys.

Two weeks later, Roger bursted into the studio, wearing a giant smirk.

“I did it ! I fucking did it ! I finally shag honey and she bloody squirted !” He yelled in a victorious tone, earning a round of applause from Freddie.

“Well done darling, but that not really the moment. Our darling Brian is having a bit of an existence crisis right now” Roger lose his smile and came to sit next to his best friend, furrowed his brows in worry.

“What’s going on ? Chrissie and the kids are okay ?”

“Yes” Brian mumbled. “Do you remember Maddy ? The groupie when we where still in Smile ?”

“The one who get an abortion ? ‘f course I remember her. She gave us a hell of fear” Roger chuckled bitterly.

“Well, guess what ? She never had the abortion, she kept the baby” The guitarist dropped the bomb as Roger’s eyes widened with shock. “She contacted me few days ago, claiming I have a twenties something daughter who want to meet her dad” He hid his head in his hands, sighing deeply.

“Are you sure it’s yours ?” John questioned. They were rich and famous, the best target for good money.

“We did a blood test and she wasn’t lying, I have a daughter that I never fucking met in my life. I just spoke to hear on the phone, she seems sweet, I invited her this afternoon, was too fucking afraid to meet her all by myself”

The boys spent the ten next minutes trying to cheer up Brian, it wasn’t his fault after all. And the girl wanted to meet him, she probably wasn’t too upset about the situation. Then Freddie’s voice echoed in the studio, making everyone eyes popped up from their heads.

“Roger, am I dreaming or you spent to much time handcuffed to the bed yesterday ?” The blond reddened furiously. “Look at these poor bruised wrists !” Freddie pushed his sleeves to expose the purple flesh of the drummer, giggling hysterically.

“Oh my– did she spank you too because you were a naughty boy ?” John snorted loudly as the blond bit his bottom lip, hiding back his wrists. “I’m sure she did. Hundred percent sure” He added more seriously then bursted in laugher with Roger’s silent agreement and death glare.

The three friends giggled like kids, almost peeing themselves at the flushing face of the blond. He shifted in his sit and involuntary grimaced at the soreness of his ass cheeks, making his bandmate cried, real tears rolling down their features.

“God, I need more details, please do darling” Freddie wiped his teary eyes, his chest still shaking with laugher slowly dying but he was practically panting.

“You said it wasn’t the moment with Brian” Roger hissed, sliding his sunglasses on his nose.

“I want to hear the story too, I need to clear my mind anyway” The guitarist smirked and every gazes fell on the blond, making him sighed.

“It was fucking good” Roger blurbed out, his tongue absent-mindedly licking his parted lips. “She is fucking wild I swear, she handcuffed me to the bed, I was bloody naked and she was wearing this tiny little red strappy bustier, barely covering anything, her breasts was outflanked, was a beautiful sight” The blond scratch his red neck. “She teased me for fucking ages, rubbing her soaked pussy against my face but I couldn’t even fucking taste” He groaned, annoyed at the memory.

“Why not ?” Freddie arched a brow then gasped excitedly. “ Oh! What did she use ? Bone gag ? Ball gag ?”

“Just a pair of panties” Roger replied, all of them looking at Fred like he was coming from another planet.

“Oh don’t be such bore darlings, bondages is fun, you should try. Especially you Brian” The curly brunette gasped a surprise me? “Yes, maybe Chrissie would like it” He winked and Brian swallowed nervously.

“Right, if you want to try Brian, I can ask Honey where she buy all of her stuffs, she has a box full of toys and some scary stuffs too. Was rather surprise, she can look so angelic when she want” He shook his head with a chuckle. “I also have a blindfold at the beginning but I didn’t like at all, so she nicely accepted to take it off”

“And she punished you for that ?” John pipped with a smirk.

“Hell yes. Nipple clamps with chains but I thought it was for her, was bloody excited but she put them on me, dear god, it’s painful ! But good too, they do the trick I guess”

Brian and Deaky grimaced at the thought of the pain but Freddie didn’t seemed too interested, shrugging simply.

“Are you sure you fucked her ? Because all of that sound more like she fucked you darling”

“I know ! She rode me first, bloody good pussy she got there, thigh and her moves...jesus the woman is insatiable, shoving my dick in her mouth like it was a fucking treat” Freddie hummed in amusement, his friend seemed like he had the time of his life last night. “We fucked literally all night, testing her weird accessories and food fantasies, pretty good actually. But when she finally let me lead, I wrecked her” Roger smirked with satisfaction. “Tugging on her hairs until her back arched completely, cuming on these perfect tits of her, she even let me take her by both of her hole and bloody hell, I wished I had another dick yesterday, could have been useful to satisfy this voracious little slut. She begged and cried until I completely ruined her” His was was drooling with pride.

“Okay too much details Roger” John grimaced with flushed pink, his fingers scratching his chin awkwardly.

Roger and Freddie never had any problem to share the details of their sex life with everyone but Deaky wasn’t really like that. Brian was in the middle, depending of his mood, the girl he shagged and the situation.

“Coming from the man who wrote a bloody song about cuming too fast, it’s pretty funny” Roger immediately shot back, knowing that this argument always worked.

Deaky rolled his eyes and showed him his middle finger, bored that they still teased him about his song Misfire, years after he wrote it.

“Are you gonna see this girl again ?” Brian asked to close the argument between his two bandmates.

“Hell yes, she is probably the best lay I had in years, she definitively know what she does and she fucking flexible, that drive me crazy” The drummer bit his bottom lip, smirking as Brian scoffed, remembering him she was bloody young but if Roger was a bit awkward at first about her age, now that she saw what she was capable of doing, he didn’t care anymore.

Freddie was about to make a comment when a soft knock echoed in the room and Brian immediately stood up, knowing it was probably his unknown daughter. He exited the room and spoke with her for several minutes outside as Freddie, Roger and Deaky waited nervously, hoping everything was going fine for their friend.

The door opened again and a flushed and smiling Brian appeared, followed by a smallest person, hiding behind him.

“Guys, this is my daughter (Y/N). (Y/N), this is John, Freddie and Roger”

The girl was wearing a little white dress, her hairs sweetly put into two plates attached at the back of her head, letting the rest of her hairs falling loosely. She had big doe eyes, looking absolutely adorable. A perfect little angel.

The drummer stopped breathing as soon as his gaze fell on the girl, his face turning livid at the realisation. (Y/N) smiled timidly to everyone, tucking her hairs behind her ear but Roger didn’t miss the discrete wink she sent him.

Honey and (Y/N) May was the same person. She was Brian’s daughter. Roger fucked his daughter’s best friend and gave him all the bloody details.

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ships-inside-your-head · 5 years ago

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Death and the Maiden

[Tomura Shigaraki x Ochako Uraraka. Fantasy AU. ] He couldn't always be unlucky enough to be called a banal thief - he was death impersonated, he was a murderer. The only thing he stole were the souls of the deceased, which he had to accompany to the underworld. "Ah, you're the rich apple thief!" He took back everything he said. Of course he was unlucky. | low key toshinko / kiribaku / kacchako.

Death and the Maiden

He was alone.

It was better that way. He didn't like to imagine what kind of chaos he could cause among living beings if he was allowed to—

Ah, he remembered that he now was allowed to. He had risen in rank since his foster father, All for One, was sent to eternal damnation by All Might after the former tried to topple the ruler. Tomura couldn't even say he was sad about the fact - he found out that All for One had manipulated him and his memories. He still could hardly imagine that he had once been a descendant of a demigod, but his foster father had lied to him. And for that he deserved to rot in eternal damnation. It no longer interested him. If you betrayed him, you had to be prepared to live with the consequences.

So it was that he grinned and watched how All for One had been stripped of his powers - what he had done to others before and it was such a sweet irony to know that.

So now he was officially Death himself. He liked this title because he had the same tasks as before, only this time he also had the respect of the other divine beings.

Ah, that was a lie. Many feared him because of his powers, because of his destructive power, and now he had more power than before. It was fear that spread. Except for All Might himself and his semi-divine son, Deku. It was both of them who were not afraid to try to show understanding, especially this green dwarf, who had a similar origin to him. He pressed his jaws tightly together. He wanted no pity, no understanding, why didn't they understand that?

He preferred Endeavor and his children with the ice witch. They hated or feared him. It was exactly right. In an approach to rebellion, he opened a portal into the world of mortals, which he crossed with a thoroughly crazy grin.

Who should be able to stop him?

❀

Why were people so ... irritating?

He looked annoyed at the girl, which glared furiously from her brown eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" She hissed threateningly, and if he wasn't used to worse things, he might be impressed that a mere mortal could have such a tone. Instead, he stared at her steadily. "I am eating an apple. I didn't think you were blind. ”

She blushed with anger. "You can't just take things you don't own!" His face darkened now. 'What are you doing, you stupid mortal? I am-"

"A thief and you have to pay for the goods like everyone else," she said resolutely, her hands on her hips and he looked at her in surprise. Why did she have ...? "Why aren't you afraid of me?" He grumbled, dissatisfied. Instead of answering, she reached out and looked at him promptly. He sighed heavily before reaching into his dark robe and dropping a few heavy gold coins into her hand. He enjoyed the moment when her face showed a mixture of admiration and horror and her mouth opened. "D-that—!" She only managed to get out before staring at him with wide eyes.

"That should be enough," he growled before turning around and biting his apple again. He thought he heard "That is too much!" from the girl, but what did he care? Tomura wanted to return to his realm as soon as possible. The previous trip into the human world had already been enough for him.

If he is accused like this every time, then he has little desire to repeat this action in the future.

❀

After a few days it was time again that his work caused him to panic. So he did what he always did: He fled most of the time, at least until someone found him or he calmed down by himself. The first case occurred more often, but the latter has also occurred occasionally. But at the moment he just wanted to be completely alone - no annoying gods, demons or nymphs or whatever they were called. Just away from everything supernatural that drove him crazy.

So he decided that he would go back to the mortal world. He couldn't always be unlucky enough to be called a banal thief - he was Death impersonated, he was a murderer. The only thing he stole were the souls of the deceased that he had to accompany to the underworld.

"Ah, you're the rich apple thief!"

He took back everything he said. Of course he was unlucky. He stared at her, irritated. "I'd be careful what I say if I were you." Didn't she know who he was? Tomura could say for sure that there were horror stories out about him and he was strangely proud of it. That was his reputation, which he had worked hard for himself. He wouldn't let that be ruined because of a mortal.

She raised an eyebrow. »What else should I call you? Mr. Thief? ”Now he had to pull himself together so as not to slap his hand on his face.

"How about my name?" He growled, scowling at her with his red eyes. “That you never mentioned. Exactly. «

"Tomura," he said, and he wouldn't tell her more. Tenko Shimura was the person he used to be and he was known under Shigaraki. So he would use his second first name. Then he blinked in confusion. Why did he tell her anything about himself at all? He wanted to be left alone. Actually. He could forget that now.

»I am Ochako! Are you from here or are you passing through? ”She asked interestedly, looking at him attentively, a slight smile on her lips. Tomura wasn't sure what to make of it. There weren't many people who would dare to smile at him. So far it was only All Might, Deku and Dabi. And All for One, but he never wanted to think about this man again. Dabi didn't count either because he meant it mockingly. So only the ruler and his bastard son.

'I live here somewhere. It's a little further away, but close enough, ”he said, hoping that would satisfy her curiosity. "So Mr. Tomura, do you usually just eat without paying or was I an exception?" This time she appeared to him ... amused? Why should she be amused? He narrowed his eyes a little suspiciously. "Usually I get what I want without anyone telling me to."

She snorted. "I noticed. You don't have much to do with other people, do you? '

"No." He actually didn't. He was surrounded by monsters, lost souls, gods and demigods, but humans? Rare, extremely rare. "That's why you're so rusty about conversation," she said nodding, and he stared at her in confusion. "I am what?"

Ochako blinked in surprise before a mischievous grin caressed her face. "It seems to me that I should bring a few things closer to you."

❀

Ochako was ... irritating and confusing to the same extent. But he enjoyed the time he could spend with her. It was the first time that he could simply be himself and not have to play a role - not as a subject or Death. It could just be Tomura.

That was ... new. He liked that he didn't have to prove anything to anyone. Ochako didn't know what he was like, so he could do what he wanted.

In return, he learned a few things about her. She was the only child of her parents and she loved them very much. That was the reason why she helped out with the hard work in the village to get some money, because the family business was currently going badly. She wanted to help and she saw this as her only way to really do it. Tomura couldn't understand it. To his knowledge, he never had to go hungry or make sure he had enough money to eat. It was something that seemed strange to him. She was sometimes so desperate that he occasionally bought her an apple or other fruit with his gold coins, which made her smile all over her face every time. He was taken with the gesture.

This was not often because he had to do his job all the time and sometimes the souls of the deceased were just so loud and annoying that he found himself wishing to be with Ochako more than once. At least she was only annoying on a small scale and was sensitive and listened to him when he was upset about something (All Might, Deku, Dabi, Endeavor, the playful dragon Red Riot—). She even gave him advice. Nevertheless, he could not (did not) accept all of them. That would be laughable.

It was a good time. But Tomura learned early on that all good things come to an end - usually far too quickly.

The end started with the fact that she didn't look so happy and lively the next time he saw her. Instead, she appeared to him ... depressed. He frowned. "Which water spirit annoyed you?"

"None. I was only informed of my upcoming wedding, ”she brought out softly, and he looked up at her with slightly raised eyebrows. "I didn't know you wanted to get married." Ochako laughed bitterly. "There is no question of wanting here."

"Kill him and you have no reason to get married," he said, and she stared at him in horror for a moment before laughing. He didn't know what was so funny about it, but he often didn't understand Ochako. "Sorry, but that's so typical of your black humor." Huh, he wasn't even aware that he had humor at all.

"I am serious."

"I know. But it's still of no use to me. We have been promised to each other since we were born. He doesn't like it any more than I do. I mean ... yes, we respect each other, but there will never be love or friendliness between us, he's just too ... aggressive for that, "she admitted, sighing through her brown hair. "I am sure that our marriage will end in disputes because I am not a person who gives in."

"If he hits you, you'll hit back and I'll make him go," he offered, amazed at how seriously he meant it.

She smiled weakly but gratefully. "That's nice, but you won't be able to do much about it."

"My offer still stands," he grumbled and she nodded understandingly.

"Okay, but I won't disappoint my parents by running away before it gets serious." He growled irritably when he heard that. Of course, he thought of All for One, the bastard who had been a father to him and who had used him for his purposes. He had always wanted to make the man proud - now he knew what he has gotten out of it. Nothing. So he hated the thought that Ochako just wanted to make her parents happy and didn't think about herself at all. She had to become more selfish.

'Don't look like that. Katsuki is always irritable, but he's not an inhuman. ”That would still show.

❀

Weeks passed in which he could not meet her. His work grew and since he couldn't shift it to anyone else, he was forced to do everything before he had free time.

And then, when she finally showed up at her meeting point again, she appeared to him like another person. He frowned frowningly. "What happened to you?" Came an unwanted growl over his lips and she managed only a dim smile, which quickly went out.

"Tomura ..." she began gently, and the alarm bells started ringing in his head. Something was catastrophically wrong - as if he had taken the wrong soul with him. "Ochako."

»We won't really be able to see each other anymore. I'm married now, ”she whispered, tears starting to gather in her eyes before wrapping her arms around her middle. Tomura froze. What should he do He was not one to comfort others well, that was beyond his ability and he was the first to admit that. But then again he didn't want her to cry and he didn't know what to do.

He put his hands on her shoulders with discomfort and pressed them lightly. Maybe she understood what he was trying to say.

A sob escaped her throat. “II don't know how to endure this forever! Either he's exploding or he's treating me with cold ignorance! A-and the village doctor confirmed that I — that I am— ”she almost choked on the sentence and he didn't know what she meant until she looked up with her brown eyes and put her hands on her stomach.

Then he understood.

And how he hated that fact. Anger, hate and regret mixed in him and he wanted to let it all out, wanted to destroy something like he always did when anger controlled him, but Ochako was here. Ignorant, desperate, innocent Ochako crying over something that would have made many others happy.

"I'm going to kill him," he said in a grave voice, and she opened her eyes before holding him. "No! He only ... he only touched me on the wedding night, otherwise he gives me everything I need, but— ”, she fell silent and seemed to collapse. "He doesn't hurt me, it's only my own feelings that cause me the greatest pain."

"He should have so much ass in his pants and take care of you!" He hissed now and she winced. Tomura thought about All Might and how he looked after his mortal lover, even if the two couldn't be married - not yet. But at some point, after her natural death, he knew Inko would be promoted to goddess status. If even the goddamn king of gods could do it, then an inferior person should get it sorted out too. "Maybe, but I shouldn't be secretly meeting another man and we can see how it works," she chuckled slightly bitterly before she seemed to calm down.

»I'll take youwith me. You just have to say it, ”her hand literally clenched into his robe. Then she let go and tried to smile at him, which failed miserably. "Thank you, that ... is really generous, but maybe I should pull myself together and be strong - as I told you."

He then watched her with dissatisfaction as she left.

Somewhere in another part of the world there was war and destruction. This is exactly where he went and spread more chaos.

❀

He kept an eye on her. He could easily command a few lower demons to watch over them and report to him. It was so simple. He listened to the creatures with anger and another, indefinable feeling in his stomach. He wished so much that he could be with her instead of that damn man, help her with her pregnancy, but she didn't want to. Tomura respected her, so he bowed to her decision - until it degenerated, then he would be there to intervene.

He wanted to be there, he wanted, wanted—

The man let out a scream before scratching his neck until it hurt, until he felt the first blood, but that feeling didn't stop, just as little as the hate and sheer anger.

Why didn't it stop?

❀

The next time he showed up for the semi-annual gathering of all deities, it was the first time that he had pity instead of fear from the other beings. Anger ran through him. You shouldn't feel sorry for him! They should not-!

"Hey, Shigaraki, are you all right?" A brave, stupid person dared to ask and of course he recognized Deku. How could he not? He was the only one who had the guts to look him in the eye and mostly Tomura liked this silent challenge, but not today, not when Ochako ... He fell into his seat, a heap of rumbling misery and Deku didn't understand that he was only here because he was forced. "What happened? Do you need ... help? ”The green-haired man asked carefully, looking at him with concern. Normally he would have made a scene that he didn't need any help, but ... that was a lie. So he swallowed his pride and nodded tentatively. Deku's eyes widened, but he made no further signs that he was surprised.

"Okay, what's bothering you?"

There was silence for several seconds after this question and Tomura was minimally grateful that Deku was so patient. It would not be if the roles were reversed. Wait, he wouldn't even listen to the other. That was not the issue.

"I made friends with someone," he said grumbling. Deku now looked as if he wanted to grin broadly at any moment, but only the corners of his mouth twitched. "What's the problem with that?"

"She's married to an unimportant character now and I hate it," he spat out the last bit of the sentence as if it were something particularly disgusting. “He's lucky to be by her side - she's a good person, doesn't bother you like many others, including gods, and he takes that for granted. I want to help her with the pregnancy, not this damn— ”

"You're jealous," Deku said softly, the expression on his face softened. Surprised, no, astonished, Tomura blinked at him. "What?"

The green-haired man straightened his back and looked at him resolutely. 'You want what someone else has. It's called envy. And because it's a person in this case, it's jealousy. ”

He let what was said on him and his red eyes widened. "You're right. I want it - I usually just take what I want. « "But would she want that too?"

"Would she ... want that?" He murmured, and his hand automatically went up the back of his neck, scratching his mind absently. "I don't know ... probably not ..." the scratching grew stronger. "But she's suffering, shouldn't I intervene?"

"Did she ask for help?" Deku said softly, and Tomura froze. "No...?"

“Then she's not ready to be saved. Sometimes you have to be at the end before you can allow yourself to be helped, «it seemed to him that the other was speaking from experience, but ... he didn't want to follow up. He didn't care what Deku had done before he came here.

"Ah I understand. The problem is not the damn side character ... it's her pride. «

With these words, Tomura ended the conversation and stopped responding to Dekus' other questions. He had to keep thinking.

❀

More weeks passed before she could get herself up to see him again. He knew something had happened, but none of his stupid spies could tell him what exactly because they didn't know either. He had had outbursts of anger about it. Some did not get away.

And when he did face her, he knew that she was bad, worse than last time, and he thought that it would be impossible. "What the hell happened ?!" he asked aggressively and was tempted to shake her through, which wasn't very smart on the second thought.

She started to sob and howl like a wounded animal before falling to her knees and lying there like a pile of misery. This time, he was quicker to rush to her side and put his hands on her shoulder, on her back, and gently stroked it. A pitiful whimper escaped her before she buried her tear-streaked face in the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around his torso. Tomura froze, but she didn't let that deter her. She gripped his robe more tightly.

He timidly stroked her hair, which she took as an invitation to speak.

»II lost my baby ... they blame me ... a-as if it were my fault! I couldn't influence that! The only one who doesn't seem to care is Katsuki! He's the only one who doesn't treat me as if I'm - as if I'm a child killer! «, She howled in agony and something in Tomura hurt more than the betrayal of All for One when he felt her agony. "They all pretend it wasn't my child, what ... what d-died ..." she shivered.

She looked up at him with glassy eyes, there was exhaustion, sadness and a certain longing. "Please ... please, take me away from here and make sure Katsuki is free from his burdens. It is not his fault that we are trapped in this marriage. Please ... 'she leaned the entire weight of her body against him and he didn't know when it happened but he was holding her in his arms. Emotions ran through him, too many to distinguish and name them all. But he made a decision.

"I'll get you out of there, Ochako," he promised her, amazed that he had an urge to protect her from everything. He was someone who gave in to his impulses, so he would do just that.

She cried for quite a while.

❀

Tomura was not surprised when Red Riot appeared in his realm, right under his nose. He was only pleasantly surprised that it happened so quickly. After all, he had had him called first.

“Hey Shigaraki, what's going on? I heard you need my help? ”The red-black dragon growled cheerfully before turning into his human form. Usually, such ... cheerful creatures annoyed him, but he had to think of Ochako and then he wasn't so averse to him.

"Yes. You have to kidnap someone for me. I don't care if you kill him or keep him as your sweetheart or hoard or whatever, but he has to go. Find out where he is unobtrusively and then make a huge scene when you drag him away from there. The rest doesn’t matter.”

Red Riot stared at him in disbelief with his big red eyes. "Woah, what did he do to you?" 'He married Ochako. Now she is unhappy because she is held responsible for something over which she has no control and when he is gone she counts as a widow, so I can take her with me without much protests. «

"You just want to kidnap a woman ?!"

Tomura scowled at Red Riot. "She asked me to." The shapeshifter looked as if a light was coming on. “Ohhh, man, that's really nice of you! I would not have expected this-"

"You won't mention this to anyone," he threatened the other. “You will just accomplish the mission and keep silent about it. I'll give you enough gold. ”Red Riot's eyes took on an enthusiastic, almost insane expression, and a broad grin settled on his lips. "Deal."

❀

After receiving news from Red Riot that Ochako's supporting character was finally gone, the dragon had chosen him as part of his treasure, he set off.

He grabbed Kurogiri, his faithful shadow horse, wrapped himself in his cloak of darkness and went out to get her.

Tomura arrived in the village and enjoyed the excitement, the panic of the residents. Shortly before, Red Riot had kidnapped the husband, now he was going to grab the wife. An enthusiastic grin came up. So many had told him that his smile looked more like a cruel grimace. Ha! He built on that.

So he marched in, Kurogiri did not leave footprints like normal horses, but rather threatening shadows and minor figures. Ochako caught his eye and stared at him in disbelief, traces of tear on her cheeks. Huh. She had actually cried for her husband.

He stopped in the market square, most of the village gathered around him, with fear and terror on their faces. He grinned broadly again and many flinched.

“You have two options. Either Ochako comes with me as my bride or I will turn your entire village into rubble and ashes. You have the choice, ”came his rough voice and he looked back at her. Her mouth almost opened when she realized what he was doing here.

"Good man, do you really think we'll just move Ochako out like a piece of cattle?" A brave man with blue hair and a straight face raised his voice. His eyes fell on him. 'I don't just believe it, I know it. Otherwise, I will simply carry out my threat ... «, with these words he swung from Kurogiri and touched an abandoned wooden bucket, which then crumbled to dust. A murmur went through the crowd, as well as an isolated scream. A crazy smile played around his face.

"We're never giving up Ochako-," the man started angrily from now on, but the aforementioned stepped forward and put a hand on his arm. "Tenya, it's okay," she said softly, and he looked puzzled. Tomura snorted amused. "But he just wants to take you with him!" Tenya looked desperate and the brown-haired woman smiled at him. "Please, trust me ... everything will be fine."

Then she turned to him and gave him a bright, relieved smile, which he returned with the twitch of the corner of his mouth. Slowly she walked up to him and Kurogiri and took his hand. A couple who looked like her parents gasped in horror, wrongly assuming that the same fate as the bucket was about to bloom for their daughter. These fools. He would not choose a bride to destroy her in the same breath.

He raised her hand up to his mouth before blowing a kiss on the back of her hand. She inhaled sharply and blushed. It was the most romantic gesture he had ever made and he was sure that under other circumstances, if his neck wasn't so scratched up, you could see a slight shade of pink there.

"Tomura ..." she murmured, and if he didn't know better he would say she was embarrassed. “Death has come to take you. Aren't you scared? ”He asked her softly and she shook her head, a warm expression in her eyes.

"No, because he's my savior."

He grinned again and helped her onto his horse before swinging onto his creature with a practiced movement behind her. Then he clicked his tongue. Kurogiri immediately ran and hopped through one of his shadow portals.

That’s how you successfully kidnapped someone without consequences.

❀

"Why hadn't you ever told me you were a god?" She asked him days after she was brought into his realm. It didn't sound accusatory, as he would have expected, but just curious.

She reached out a hand from her side of the bed and placed it on his cheek. He sighed deeply and strangely content. "Wouldn't you have been afraid?"

She blinked in surprise. "I do not know. Maybe. Maybe not. Nobody can say that for sure. ” There was silence for several seconds before breaking through. "What happened to Katsuki?" She said softly and again the jealousy stirred in him that she was still talking about him.

“Red Riot took a liking to him. He's trying to woe him aggressively - and it works, as far as I know. «

Now her eyes almost fell out before she started laughing heartily. "Oh! OH! That explains so much! «, She said only and slid deeper into the pillow with a happy smile. "I'm happy that he's fine, even though I miss my parents and friends."

"You can visit them," he grumbled then, for hadn't she thought about it herself? "I didn't know if I was allowed to ..." she admitted quietly and he frowned. "I didn't get you out of your old prison to put you in a new one."

Gratitude was reflected in her expression. Instead of saying something, however, she heaved herself up, leaned over him, and breathed a kiss on his mouth, which he replied only too willingly.

He was no longer alone - Ochako was by his side.

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orderofthedyingstar · 5 years ago

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RECAP: Session 6

SESSION SIX

(Some of the recording didn’t get saved here…)

Rhododendron and Jun leave Bladerun, and along the road stop by the ruins of an old village where they find a long-abandoned temple to Ardrin, god of creation and knowledge, and one to Laoteng. In the temple to Laoteng, Rhododendron shoots an arrow into the pool with her new bow, which evaporated all of the water and revealed stairs leading downwards…

Today is also Allbright’s Day, the day where the sun used to be up for twenty-four hours prior to the disappearance of the moon.

The two follow the stairs down into an underground room whose walls are covered in intricate mosaics, with a small doorway leading deeper into the underground hideaway. Rhododendron, unable to decipher any meaning from the tiles, asks Jun what he thinks of the story they’re telling, and what he makes of the place in general. He tells her that the tiles are depicting the Day of Forgiveness and the Winter Solstice, and that the underground portion of the temple was probably once used as an additional place of worship. As they venture deeper into the underground portion of the temple, Rhododendron accidentally triggers a trap, sending a blast of frost across the floor.

OF NOTE: Rhododendron rolls…so many nat1s early game….

When the path splits, Rhododendron and Jun follow one of the branching hallways down into a room with another pool of water, flanked by two statues of Laoteng, with two smaller statues of her children, Yulong, goddess of the ocean and storms, and Dilong, god of the stars and the Underdark, at the entrance to the room. When Rhododendron suggests shooting the pool in the room, Jun is hesitant about it, worried about the possibility of it containing more stairs that could lead to the Underdark. They turn back to investigate the other hallway before messing with the pool, finding that it leads to cleric’s quarters. Rhododendron takes a pendant with Laoteng’s image carved onto it.

They return to the other pool and Rhododendron shoots an arrow into it, but instead of evaporating this time the water shifts to reveal that it is a creature instead, a large fish/snake-like being made of water. As they finish off the creature, light gathers at the tip of Rhododendron’s arrow again, exploding the creature and drenching her and Jun on impact. The pool’s water evaporates just like the one earlier, though this time there is no staircase. The bow feels warm in Rhododendron’s hands.

Rhododendron: “Does it feel warm to you?”

Jun: “Yeah, like a heartbeat.”

Jun mentions that the bow doesn’t feel any more powerful, but that it feels like Rhododendron woke something up. As they leave the temple, Rhododendron and Jun hear the stairs sliding back into place. They head back out to the main road and continue on towards Snaketail Crevice Trading Outpost, arriving at their destination after two days of travel.

While killing time at the outpost, Rhododendron and Jun look around at the various merchants and their wares; Rhododendron gets Jun a dagger to replace his old one, since Donny stole it before she left. Rhododendron sells her old bow and they stock up on supplies.

Rhododendron: “What do you like to do for fun, Jun?”

Jun: “Sleep.”

Jun naps in the grass, Rhododendron talks to some of the other travelers at the outpost. Amongst the travelers are a young human named Leo “the Destroyer”, accompanied by his goliath aunt Velanna Ironbark as they go up into the mountains to hunt owlbears. After a while Rhododendron and Jun go to the bar and both only manage to make their way through a single ale. Jun tells Rhododendron a little about his past: that he was born near Nartai, spent his first five years in an orphanage, and then was adopted and trained by a wizard until going to the Cobalt Keep. He tells her that the Cobalt Keep is a large fortress where the Emperor of So’Joh lives, and is big enough to count as its own city (“five times the size of the palace in Bladerun at least”). He tells her that he left when he was nineteen, after getting fired…he does lie when he implies that he spent the past few years after leaving the Keep traveling.

Rhododendron tells Jun that she was fired, and about her past career. She says that she was fired after Raz broke up with her, when she went home to visit her parents and overshot her allotted time off by two weeks. Jun sympathizes with her getting fired, saying that he was fired after failing to prevent someone’s death after trying to save them for weeks. Rhododendron also mentions that despite all of the years they technically spent together, she and Raz hardly saw each other; she also admits to having feelings for Donny despite the chaos that she brings with her.

Jun: “She does seem like the kind to do stuff on impulse…marriage rings, divorce - no, not divorce, they’re still married? No, separated.”

Jun tells Rhododendron that he sees that her old job might take her back, but she tells him that she’s determined to see the situation with the dragon through. She also reminds him that she doesn’t need him to tell her everything he sees in his visions.

Jun: “I could probably turn my Sight off if I tried?”

Rhododendron: “Do you want to?”

Jun: “I don’t know. It’s been like this for so long that I don’t remember what it was like before.”

After a few barely coherent semi-drunk ramblings (where Rhododendron talks about Donny then Raz then Donny again then Raz again), the two finally decide to call it a metaphorical night and crash in one of the tavern’s rooms.

Rhododendron (about Raz): “I just didn’t realize how little they knew about me. A part of me hopes he comes with Donny and a bigger part of me hopes I never see him again.”

The next morning, while eating breakfast in the tavern, a massive emerald jewel-colored angel appears in the doorway and offers everyone in the tavern a massive amount of money if they can find someone that they’re looking for. The angel leaves the tavern, with everyone else trailing after them.

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Bonus for Matt

Rhododendron: “You know, I didn’t think I would make a friend like you.”

Jun: “…A wizard?”

Rhododendron: “No, it’s…you’re really quiet, but it’s kind of nice. You’re nice.”

Jun: “No, I…I have too much pride…”

Rhododendron: “You will never, ever convince me otherwise. I know bad people; you are not one of them.”

Jun: “I See too much…”

Rhododendron: “Hush. You are good, and you will always be good, no matter how much you See.”

OF NOTE: “out of all of the people you’ve met in the past few weeks, Jun says your name the slowest. Donny always rushes through it like she’s going to forget some of the syllables”

#dndas #dnd another sunrise #dndas recap #this session didn’t rly need its own separate post but s7 is 7.5 hours long so its a loooong recap #side note forgot how much i FUCKING LOVE VERRIX AND RHODODENDRON #half of the reason s7 is gonna b long is bc i wanted to save so much of their dialogue

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dianapana · 5 years ago

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SH Day 10- Historical Romance

Well would you look at that...i am alive after all. Sorry for the long wait and for lowkey being like...a month late. I got home a few days ago but i wasn’t in the mood to write all that much and tbh this prompt didn’t inspire me all that much but i didn’t want to skip a day so yea...i will be posting everything (hopefully)

Anyway! I hope everyone had an amazing SH 2019 Month!!! And again sorry for the delay...Enjoy, Love Dia~~~

Clans - Part 1

Hinata

They say that tragedy is for royalty and that comedy is for the common people. They say that the “common folks” can’t grasp the depth of the anguish that all these tragic plays show. If you ask me that’s a pretty bad deal for us royalties, especially when we are young. The kids belonging to the bourgeoisie’s class sit down on dirt, watch and laugh as actors trip and tell jokes, while I was forced from a young age into stiff dresses, I was thought t only sit on half a chair with my spine so straight that it feels like it will snap in two and watch as the actors cry and kill each other, as they lie and their lives fall apart. I know that this is a whiny complaint, one that hardly matters, but as I'm looking out the carriage onto the street and see a kid’s theater, I can’t help but be envious, even now at almost 19 years old I want to sit between the small children and laugh with them as one of the actors falls and rips his pants.

“Hinata” Neji’s voice was stern and he was looking at me with a pleading face. He wanted me to cut it out, to stop looking longing towards something that is less than proper. I know he means well; God only knows what would have happened had father seen me, or even worse, grandfather. Closing my eyes, I try to conjure up a memory of grandfather which wasn’t unpleasant, but nothing came to mind. The older man inspired only fear and fury in me, and I hated how I could never look him in the eye anymore, scared of what I'll see when his ice-cold gaze was fixed on me.

We were on the way to a family whose name I couldn’t remember, to do and discuss something I didn’t care about. I wish father had went alone, but he snapped at me when I proposed that, he argued that we must appear as a united and loving family. At least he was honest and didn’t lie saying he wanted out company on this long journey. Hanabi was next to me trying her headrest not to fall asleep since that would be un-lady-like. I closed my eyes and mourned her innocence. If father and grandfather stole my childhood, they murdered Hanabi’s in cold blood. One summer day my little sister was running around the Clan House in her small toddler bare feet and the next her eyes were cold and unwelcoming. I do not know what had happened in those hours, Hanabi never shared but it was such a brutal change.

I look at my older cousin and try to picture him as a care-free child. When we were finally allowed to spend time together Neji was already calloused I wasn’t given the opportunity to know him before they broke his spirit.

“We are almost there” my grandfather said in a low voice right before we came to a stop, I saw Neji look towards him and nod but I did not acknowledge him. I look out the window and see that we are no longer in the village, the scenery changed to a forest. There is a paved road that led right to the front gate of a house just as big and stoic as the Hyuuga House. I saw the sign of a clan large and proud above the door but I had never bothered to learn which sign belonged to which clan, nor did father bother to teach me. I can only imagine his utter disappointment when his first born was a girl and then his second born followed and it was also a girl. Mother died when Hanabi was young not giving father any son-heirs. That issue was very discussed for a long time in our clan. I heard talk about how Neji should have been the heir, I've heard talk about how both me and Hana would be married, and Dad wouldn’t step down until one of us had a son and he was old enough to lead. I don’t know about Hana but I never wanted to be the head clan. I just want freedom.

We stop again, but this time we’ve reached the house. I get out of the carriage the last. I'm in no hurry to be here, once more I wish dad had left alone, when he is away, I like going to the village and just pretend I'm one of them.

“Welcome” says a man in his late 40s. I assume he is the leader. Next to him is a beautiful woman, probably his wife. My father greeted them back as did my grandfather. “These are my beautiful daughters Hinata and Hanabi, and my nephew Neji, a fine young man” father says and gestures to eac of us. I know this dance, he says our name and we bow, this is easy and safe.

Sasuke

“The guests seem to have arrived” Itachi says but neither of us makes any move to go and introduce ourselves. This is the 5th family to come visit us in the past 2 weeks. It's exhausting to meet so many new people and to constantly pretend like you care what they have to say. Especially since most families that came had one reason only, to present their daughter or daughters if they had more than one, in hopes that Itachi would take a liking to them.

We are both laying on our back on the porch, my eyes are closed but I believe that Itachi is looking at the sky. Sooner or later dad will call for Itachi or both of us, sooner or later we’ll be forced to talk pleasantries with some strangers. The parents are the ones that want the marriage for title and prestige, while the girls were ok with it because Itachi was known as the ‘most eligible bachelor’ and they wanted to be the ones to catch his eye. While here the girls flutter their lashes and act as sexy and desirable as they could yet Itachi never finds any of them interesting. The guest have arrived for quite a while and dad hasn’t called for us yet which is weird, usually dad pushes the girls toward Itachi as fast as he can. Maybe this meeting is different. Just as I think that two girls take the corner. Itachi and I look at each other,I give him a ‘here we go again’ eye roll and he simply smiles.

“Hello ladies” Itachi is the first to speak and he gets up. The older girl flinched when Itachi spoke. She was smiling at her sister but now, looking at me and my brother her smile fell. The younger one bows and when she sees that her sister isn’t doing the same she touches her shoulder. The older sister bows too but I see her jaw is clenched and she seems to be in a foul mood now.

“My name is Itachi and this is my younger brother Sasuke” Itachi says and we both bow. “What brings you lovely ladies here?” My brother is a very good actor and he excels in small talk.

“Our father has a meeting with yours. We simply tagged along, we didn’t want to be alone home without father. Whenever he is gone we miss him dearly” The younger girl says with a smile on her face that looked anything but genuine. Her sister scoffed and turned around while her sister was talking. “My name is Hanabi and this is my older sister Hinata.” Hanabi makes a show of looking at our house before turning back to us and saying “You have such a lovely house” I look at Itachi and he smiles at them, he I amused and to be honest I am too.

“How was the trip here?” Itachi asks.

“It was marvelous. You have such a beautiful village nearby. I asked dad to stop so we could take a look around. And as soon as the village ended this beautiful forest started! I was so surprised; I haven’t seen so many lush trees in my life.” Hanabi talks with great theatrics, if I didn’t know she was lying I might have believed her.

“What about you Hinata? Did you like the village, do you like the trees?” Itachi furthered asks. I get the impression he wants to get the older one to talk as well, she hasn’t said a word yet, hasn’t looked at us.

Her head turns, she looks at Itachi and then at me and for a moment I think she’ll ignore us. But she sighs, closes her eyes and when she opens them ack up it’s like she’s a different person, her smile looks genuine, her posture changes to a more welcoming one. “It was lovely. I enjoyed the kid's theater very much. And this forest seems perfect for an evening stroll. I do hope you’ll accompany me so I wouldn’t get lost” her voice is gentle, and you couldn’t be able to she was annoyed just a moment before.

Before Itachi could reply a man took the corner as well, he appears to be Itachi’s age, maybe a year or two younger. When his eyes land on me and Itachi he plasters a fake smile on his face and bows but doesn't bother to tell us his name or greet us. He goes to Hinata and whispers something in her ear, I'm closely watching her, and I see her face falling. I see panic overtake her eyes as she turns to the man. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are sad. The younger girl watches the interaction looking alarmed and confused.

“I’m sorry Hinata” the man says and he puts his hand on her shoulder, squeezes it and leaves, like whatever he told her didn’t just ruin her life. And it occurs to me that maybe she didn’t know the reason why she’s here. Her eyes look at Itachi and then at me she looks scared and cornered.

#sasuhina month #sasuhina #SHMONTH2019 #DAY10 #SASUKE #HINATA #diawrites #dia-story #sasuhina month 2019

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iwriterpstarters · 5 years ago

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200 sentence starters

part 5

“I gave them the city, and most of them were too frightened to take it.”

“I told them they were free. I cannot tell them now they are not free to join me.”

“Woman, you bray like an ass, and make no more sense.”

“Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man.”

“I say, you are mad.”

“To be sure, I am only a young girl and know little of war. What do you think, my lords?”

“I would call that proof of his sincerity.”

“All loyalties are uncertain in such times as these.”

“And I shall be betrayed twice more, once for gold and once for love.”

“But that was the tourney when he crowned Lyanna Stark as queen of love and beauty!”

“Princess Elia was there, his wife, and yet my brother gave the crown to the Stark girl, and later stole her away from her betrothed.”

“How could he do that? Did his wife treat him so ill?”

“It is not for such as me to say what might have been in your brother’s heart, Your Grace.”

“The Princess was a good and gracious lady, though her health was ever delicate.”

“But I am not certain it was in him to be happy.”

“You make him sound so sour.”

“Not sour, no, but... there was a melancholy to the Prince, a sense...”

“A sense... of doom.”

“He/She was born in grief, my queen, and that shadow hung over him/her all life.”

“It was the shadow of Summerhall that haunted him, was it not?”

“And yet Summerhall was the place the prince loved best.”

“He/She would go there from time to time, with only a harp for company.”

“Even the knights of the Kingsguard did not attend him/her there.”

“He/She liked to sleep in the ruined hall, beneath the moon and stars, and whenever he/she came back it was with a song.”

“It is Ghiscari, the old pure tongue. It means ‘Mother.’”

“Fire consumes.”

“It consumes, and when it is done there is nothing left. Nothing.”

“Sweet friend. What are you saying?”

“Nothing I have not said before.”

“Six times, ___? Six times is too many.”

“I dreamt a wolf howling in the rain, but no one heard his grief.”

“I dreamt such a clangor I thought my head might burst, drums and horns and pipes and screams, but the saddest sound was the little bells.”

“I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs.”

“I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow.”[<- probably sansa] She turned her head sharply and smiled through the gloom, right at Arya.

“You cannot hide from me, child. Come closer, now.”

“I see you, wolf child. Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death...”

“You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel.”

“I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart!”

“My lady? You have a baseborn brother... ”

“He’s with the Night’s Watch on the Wall.”

“Maybe I should go to the Wall instead of Riverrun.”

“___ wouldn’t care who I killed or whether I brushed my hair...”

“___ looks like me, even though he’s bastard-born.”

“He used to muss my hair and call me ‘little sister.’”

“Just saying his name makes me sad.”

“I wanted to be alone, away from all the voices, away from their hollow words and broken promises.”

“Once, at the Citadel, I came into an empty room and saw an empty chair.”

“Yet I knew a woman had been there, only a moment before.”

“If we leave our smells behind us when we leave a room, surely something of our souls must remain when we leave this life?”

“There’s the wench I remember.”

“You gave her a tourney sword.”

“I’ll pay her bloody ransom. Gold, sapphires, whatever you want. Pull her out of there.”

“You want her? Go get her.”

“Well, what in seven hells do I do now?”

“I ought to lop my left hand off as well, for all the good it does me.”

“And I’ll serve you the same if you give me trouble.”

“We’re taking the wench.”

“Her name is ___.”

“I am grateful, but... you were well away. Why come back?”

“I dreamed of you.”

“First I anger Brother, and now my son, but all I have done is speak the truth.”

“Are men so fragile they cannot bear to hear it?”

“My lord husband is dead, as is my father.”

“Two of my sons have been murdered, my daughter has been given to a faithless dwarf to bear his vile children, my other daughter is vanished and likely dead, and my last son and my only brother are both angry with me.”

“My children sons are dead and daughters lost. What could possibly be amiss?”

“She-bears, aye. We have needed to be.”

“The men would be off fishing, like as not. The wives they left behind had to defend themselves and their children, or else be carried off.”

“Is this my punishment for opposing him about his brother? Or for being a woman, and worse, a mother?”

“I left my wife at Riverrun. I want my mother elsewhere.”

“If you keep all your treasures in one purse, you only make it easier for those who would rob you.”

“After the wedding, you shall go to Seagard, that is my royal command.”

“That had ended when father decided it was making me soft as a girl.”

“But if you’re stupid enough to try again, I’ll hurt you.”

“Why don’t you just kill me like you did Mycah?”

“The next time you say that name I’ll beat you so bad you’ll wish I killed you.”

“Even a fish might have trouble in this river.”

“Still, drowning might be better than King’s Landing.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Then I’ll take as much gold as I can carry, laugh in his face, and ride off.”

“If he doesn’t take me, he’d be wise to kill me, but he won’t.”

“Too much his father’s son, from what I hear.”

“Fine with me. Either way I win.”

“So stop whimpering and snapping at me, I’m sick of it.”

“Keep your mouth shut and do as I tell you, and maybe we’ll even be in time for your uncle’s bloody wedding.”

“Be gentle with yourself.”

“It is good that you have woken, but you must give yourself time to heal.”

“We drowned the wound with boiling wine, and closed you up with a poultice of nettle, mustard seed and moldy bread, but unless you rest...”

“If we are offered refreshment when we arrive, on no account refuse.”

“Take what is offered, and eat and drink where all can see. If nothing is offered, ask for bread and cheese and a cup of wine.”

“I’m more wet than hungry...”

“Listen to me. Once you have eaten of his bread and salt, you have the guest right, and the laws of hospitality protect you beneath his roof.”

“I have an army to protect me, Mother, I don’t need to trust in bread and salt.”

“But if it pleases Lord Walder to serve me stewed crow smothered in maggots, I’ll eat it and ask for a second bowl.”

“Keep your eyes down and your tone respectful and say ser a lot, and most knights will never see you.”

“They pay more mind to horses than to smallfolk.”

“He might have known Stranger if he’d ever seen me ride him.”

“No one sang the words, but I knew ‘The Rains of Castamere’ when I heard it.”

“I will kill the old man, I can do that much at least.”

“It hurts so much. Our children, all our sweet babes.”

“Please, make it stop, make it stop hurting...”

“Mad. She’s lost her wits.”

“No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, ___loves my hair.”

“Come with me. We have to get away from here, and now.”

“We have to go get my mother.”

“I am sorry, my lord.”

“Why? Some cook should be sorry. Not you. The pease are not your province.”

“They are green and round, what more can one expect of pease? Here, I’ll have another serving, if it please my lady.”

“That was stupid. Now I have to eat them all, or she’ll be sorry all over again.”

“I won’t intrude. Dress warmly, my lady, the wind is brisk out there.”

“Kings are falling like leaves this autumn.” “

“It would seem our little war is winning itself.”

“Write to Lord Frey and tell him. The king commands. I’m going to have it served to ___ at my wedding feast.”

“Sire, the lady is now your aunt by marriage.”

“A jest. He did not mean it.”

“He was a traitor, and I want his stupid head. I’m going to make Sansa kiss it.”

“She/He is no longer yours to torment. Understand that, monster.”

“You’re the monster, Uncle.”

“Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then.”

“Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.”

“Aerys also felt the need to remind men that he was king. And he was passing fond of ripping tongues out as well.”

“When your enemies defy you, you must serve them steel and fire. When they go to their knees, however, you must help them back to their feet.”

“And any man who must say ‘I am the king’ is no true king at all.”

“When I’ve won your war for you, we will restore the king’s peace and the king’s justice.”

“Oh, my, hasn’t this gotten interesting?”

“___, apologize to your grandfather.”

“Why should I? Everyone knows it’s true.”

“My father won all the battles. He killed Prince Rhaegar and took the crown, while your father was hiding under Casterly Rock.”

“A strong king acts boldly, he doesn’t just talk.”

“Thank you for that wisdom, Your Grace.”

“I don’t want any dreamwine.”

“Father, I am sorry. Joff has always been willful, I did warn you...”

“There is a long league’s worth of difference between willful and stupid.”

“‘A strong king acts boldly?’ Who told him that?”

“Not me, I promise you.”

“The part about you hiding under Casterly Rock does sound like ___.”

“And what were you telling him, pray? I did not fight a war to seat Robert the Second on the Iron Throne.”

“You gave me to understand the boy cared nothing for his father.”

“Why would he? Robert ignored him.”

“He would have beat him if I’d allowed it.”

“That brute you made me marry once hit the boy so hard he knocked out two of his baby teeth, over some mischief with a cat.”

“I told him I’d kill him in his sleep if he ever did it again, and he never did, but sometimes he would say things...”

“It appears things needed to be said.”

“Not Robert the Second. Aerys the Third.”

“The boy is thirteen. There is time yet.”

“That’s unlike him; he’s more upset than he wishes to show.”

“He requires a sharp lesson.”

“Wars are won with quills and ravens, wasn’t that what you said?”

“I must congratulate you. How long have you and Walder Frey been plotting this?”

“I mislike that word.”

“And I mislike being left in the dark.”

“There was no reason to tell you. You had no part in this.”

“No one was told, save those who had a part to play.”

“And they were only told as much as they needed to know.”

“You ought to know that there is no other way to keep a secret - here, especially.”

“My object was to rid us of a dangerous enemy as cheaply as I could, not to indulge your curiosity or make your sister feel important.”

“You have a certain cunning, but the plain truth is you talk too much.”

“That loose tongue of yours will be your undoing.”

“You should have let Joff tear it out.”

“You would do well not to tempt me.”

“Oh? Is this something I’m allowed to know, or should I leave so you can discuss it with yourself?”

“A tool for every task, isn’t that how it works? My tool is yours, Father.”

“Never let it be said that my House blew its trumpets and I did not respond.”

“I was made to suffer my father’s follies. I will not suffer yours. Enough.”

“Very well, as you ask so pleasantly.”

“It might serve, but the Snake will not be happy.”

“Far be it from me to question your cunning, father, but in your place I do believe I’d have let Robert Baratheon bloody his own hands.”

“I grant you, it was done too brutally.”

“The Princess need not have been harmed at all, that was sheer folly. By herself she was nothing.”

“Then why did the Mountain kill her?”

“Because I did not tell him to spare her. I doubt I mentioned her at all.”

“I had more pressing concerns.”

“That was the thing I feared most.”

“Nor did I yet grasp what I had in The Mountain, only that he was huge and terrible in battle.”

“If Lorch had half the wits the gods gave a turnip, he would have calmed her with a few sweet words and used a soft silk pillow.”

“So Lord Walder slew him under his own roof, at his own table?”

“Slain as well, I’d say. A pair of wolfskins.”

“Frey had intended to keep her captive, but perhaps something went awry.”

“So much for guest right.”

“The blood is on his hands, not mine.”

“Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.”

“I had not forgotten, though I’d hoped you had.”

“I am not seeing the body, no, Your Kingliness.”

“Yet in the city, the lions prance and dance.”

“The Red Wedding, the smallfolk are calling it.”

“I was sick unto death of this wretched boy before he was even born.”

“His very name is a roaring in my ears and a dark cloud upon my soul.”

“He is mine own blood. Stop clutching me, woman.”

“And small men curse what they cannot understand.”

“So tell me why you need this boy to wake your great stone dragon, my lady.”

“Only death can pay for life, my lord.”

“A great gift requires a great sacrifice.”

“Even an onion smuggler knows two onions from three. You are short a king, my lady/lord.”

“He/She has you there, my lady. Two is not three.”

“A certain Lysene pirate once told me that a good smuggler stays out of sight.”

“Black sails, muffled oars, and a crew that knows how to hold their tongues.”

“A crew with no tongues is even better. Big strong mutes who cannot read or write.”

“But I am glad to know that someone watches your back, old friend.”

“Will the king give the boy to the red priestess, do you think?”

“One little dragon could end this great big war.”

#sentence starters #rp starters #game of thrones starters #sentence prompts #a storm of swords starters

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aelsell · 5 years ago

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Verse Update: Das Lächeln der Fortuna - Prinzessin von Thal

This verse is loosely based on the book „Das Lächeln der Fortuna“ by Rebecca Gable, and was created in collaboration with @meinliied and @aelernil / it is also in line with @childrenxofxdale's canon. It is an alternate storyline for Tilda's canon verse. (because we need this ship in every verse and it always has to be terribly sad. Why am I like this?) It follows the canon storyline up until ;;princess of ruins. Meaning when this verse starts Tilda is a young princess, unhappy with her position in life and struggling with the responsibility put upon her shoulders. It is during that time that she meets Heinrich von Reuß, a wealthy count who swears fealty to young king Bain of Dale. But Heinrich is not just wealthy, he is also handsome and kind, with a warm smile and gentle hands. It does not take long for young Tilda to fall head over heels for the dashing knight. She has dreamed of fairytales for so long, it seems as if she stepped right into one herself. Is it love?

Tilda knows that feeling only second-hand, out of stories her Da told of her Mother, in the gazes she sees exchanged between Bain and Ida. And she longs for it! She longs for the safety a husband can give her, she longs to fulfill the dynastic hopes put upon her shoulders, to be the princess everyone expects her to be. She truly wants to believe that this is love. Real and true love. She tells herself, over and over again that he will make her happy, that he will treat her well.

And when Heinrich asks for Tilda's hand in marriage the young princess presses her brother into saying yes. A lush celebration is held in the palace of Dale to announce the young couple's engagement. Even her older sister Sigrid returns from Rohan, in her company is a young knight no one expected to return so soon.

Wilhelm von Reuß.

Heinrich’s younger brother left the family, the name, the title. And Tilda does not know why. She is delighted though, that he returned. For surely it is possible to sooth the dispute between the brothers. She wants her husband to be happy after all.

She finds something quite different than a brother in law though. Her heart flutters, her cheeks grow red, whenever Wilhelm is near. Even after months of marriage he still has this strange effect on her. And she does the same to him. But neither of them wishes to address the topic, not even in the darkness of night when they are alone with their thoughts and their hearts. They keep quiet, but they are unable to keep their feelings from growing.

Even before their marriage, Heinrich changed Tilda, stole the life from her eyes and the freedom she once called her own. It is not that he actively dislikes her travel, or even forbids it. It is rather that he talks her into not wanting to leave. He knows what is proper, how she should act and behave. He knows what is good for the kingdom, for the family. And Tilda, naive as she is, believes his every word. Sometimes she does not even know if the thoughts inside her head, the things she longs for, are truly hers and not planted there by him. But she does not realise how deep she is falling and how dark the place is he leaves her in.

As Heinrich grows more and more distant, colder with every day, as Tilda sees his true face and all the anger he carefully hid before, the pull Wilhelm has on her heart grows stronger.

It is then that Tilda discovers her pregnancy. She dreams once more of a happy family, of changing her husband into a loving father, like she herself once had. Tilda – as in every other verse – is scared of being a mother, but she sees the possibilities, the bright future ahead of them.

And Wilhelm steps aside.

Drystan is born one winter night, but the little family is just not destined for happiness.

Just like Tilda before him, Heinrich manipulates little Drystan, shapes him into the son and heir he needs. He is a lively child, but also very shy. He loves to play with his cousins, chase them around the beautiful gardens his aunt Sigrid once planted. But whenever his lord father is around, Drystan tries his best to act all grown up and noble. Like the prince Heinrich wants him to be. For is he not the count's way to power?

Drystan adores his father, twists the memories into happiness and colour, while Tilda begins to see nothing but cold blue eyes. Her son's eyes are green, but they are freckled with the light blue of Heinrich’s and as she watches Drystan grow she fears that he will become like his father. There is nothing she can do, no way she can break the spell Heinrich has on the young boy, without hurting Drystan. So Tilda does the one thing she always does, no matter the verse, she pulls away instead of fighting. She calls herself defeated before she even arrived on the battlefield. And for a few short years, it looks as if Drystan is truly lost to her, adoring his father and every word that falls from the older man's mouth.

Up until that dreadful night of the accident. Wilhelm, Bain, and Heinrich are out hunting, but only two of them return. It is a terrible accident that takes Heinrich's life and all of Dale is in mourning for months. Tilda's heart breaks for her husband, even after all he did, for that dream of happiness seems lost to her forever now. Young Drystan almost dies of grief.

But Wilhelm is there to put Tilda back together, to give her comfort and strength. And old feelings are woken up again, seeds that spend all winter in cold earth finally see the sun, grow and come alive with spring's new green. Years after Heinrich's death Tilda marries again, this time it is a man that loves her truly and when her first daughter, Hanna, is born their home is truly filled with warmth and laughter.

It takes a long time for Drystan to warm towards his uncle, now step-father, to accept that his mother is happier with someone else. And it takes even longer for him to smile again. But eventually, he moves forward, becoming a guard of the city, just like he always dreamed he would be. Drystan leaves Dale on a mission towards Gondor to accompany traveling merchants. It is there that his entire world view is shattered and turned upside down.

For he meets his father.

Heinrich, presumed dead, has been exiled by king Bain himself. After Wilhelm, and another guard named Lancelot, discovered that the king's own brother in law was plotting against the crown and Heinrich planned to murder Bain, he was found guilty of treason and almost sentenced to death. But Bain could not kill the man his nephew adored and loved, Wilhelm could not kill his brother. And both men made the mistake of being merciful. And they sent him away, promising to kill him should he ever set foot in Dale again.

Lancelot, the only other person – save the queen - that knows of the plot against the king, was not part of the hunting party and did therefore not know how it all ended.

Both Tilda and Drystan believed Heinrich dead, but Heinrich is convinced that Tilda plotted against him with the others. And now she even married his brother, though legally she is still bond to him. Should such information surface, should the king's own role in this dramatic play come to light, the very foundations of Dale, the rules the city is built upon, might begin to teeter. And Heinrich would love nothing more.

Drystan is devastated, unsure of what to do, what to think. He loves his father dearly, but the man that plots to kill his uncle and the father he remembers are like two pieces of a puzzle that just do not fit together, no matter how much force he puts upon them. Wilhelm and Bain, the men he trusted for years, the king he swore his loyalty to, the role model he always looked up to, lied to him. They caused so much pain, tortured his heart. And for what?

He is conflicted and Heinrich is whispering in his ear once more...

#me: I am going to quickly write a few sentences about the new verse #me: vomits 1500 words onto the page #*jazzhands I guess*#headcanons #two verse updates in three days? What even is happening #;;out of Laketown #;;Das Lächeln der Fortuna - Prinzessin von Thal #;;my prince #;;you stole the love that I saved for myself - Heinrich von Reuß #;;our love was a mix of chaos and art - Heinrich und Tilda #otp: ;;you're my mortal flaw and I am your fatal sin #;;mein Fels in der Brandung; egal zu welcher Zeit - Wilhelm von Henneberg #;;Fräulein Goethe zu meinem Fräulein Schiller - Flora tag #;;Danke Lieblingsmensch; schön das wir uns kennen - Giuli tag

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Gutterdream’s Masterlist

HEAD CANONS

Billy Hargove:

Miss Atomic Bomb:

* Based on The Killers song by the same name.

Tequila:

* You’re not a very good drinker.

Run Away:

* Billy wants to get out and wants you to come, too.

Jailhouse Blues:

* Picking Billy up from jail and the consequences.

Bonding

* How dare you hang out with Max and not him?

Girlfriend Material

* He’s not looking to be tied down, but if he was....

Backdoor

* Billy takes on the world of anal sex. Well, tries to.

Skintight

Billy loves shopping with you.

I Wish You Would

* Maybe you shouldn’t have hung up, but he shouldn’t have picked a fight about...whatever you were fighting about.

Skivvies

* It’s your turn to be in control.

Captured Your Heat

* A little effort goes a long way.

Overheated:

* Bad luck on a bad night with the Camaro.

Time Moves Slowly

* Billy didn’t think you would ever get over him, but with Steve ?! Of all people!

STORIES

Stranger Things:

Honestly PT 1 & PT 2 - Billy Hargrove

* In your relationship, truth isn’t as easy to come by as you thought.

Unhook PT 1 & PT 2 - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* With high school almost over, you and Billy have the future to consider.

Ten Feet Over Pt 1 & Part 2 & Part 3 - BIlly Hargrove - Complete

* One time I was forced to listen to a Toni Braxton song and this angsty story about Billy acting without thinking during a heated argument was born.

Rest, Shame, Love & RSL PT 2 & RSL 3 - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* A sleepy drunk former flame at a party and Billy Hargrove is strangely moved to do something.

Like Lions, Like Lambs - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* He always takes it too far.

Mending Babylon - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* Your dad has some lessons to pass along to pseudo son Billy.

Pantomime (Side Story To Mending Babylon) - Complete

* Babysitting your deaf little sister is not how Billy wanted to spend his time.

Mummify - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* There’s some things you just can’t leave behind.

Milk & Black Spiders PT 1 & PT 2 (side story from Mummify)

* Spring break means going to California for Billy, but not everything in California is how he left it.

The Chain PT 1 & PT 2 & PT 3 & PT 4 - Billy Hargrove

* A long term relationship can only survive so much grief.

Cytokinesis - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* With a little inspiration, Billy is willing to study for an upcoming science test.

Squeeze - Billy Hargrove

*Billy doesn’t like that people think he isn’t dynamite in the sack. - Smut

Peacekeeper 1 & Part 2 & Part 3 Part 4 & Part 5 - Billy Hagrove - Complete

* Your relationship is great. It’s just your boyfriend’s dad that’s the problem.

Wrapped Up 1 & Part 2 & Part 3 & Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 - Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington

* So your boyfriend is super hot, but so is his mortal enemy.

Bananas PT 1 & PT 2 - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* Every girlfriend has a moment a ‘crazy girlfriend’ moment, right?

Air Castle - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* Billy's life is the best and he doesn’t want anything to ruin that perception.

In A Little While 1 & Part 2 & Part 3- Billy Hargrove

* You plan the wedding, not the marriage, and certainly not the divorce.

Thumbscrew - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* If your parents don’t think he’s good enough for you, he’ll prove that he’s not.

The Lucky Ones PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 - Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington

* A sister-brother Hargrove story with Steve trying to sort out his emotions in between all that.

Butter Up - Billy Hargrove

* Billy doesn’t mind the way his dad apologizes.

Shimmy - Billy Hargrove

*A silly bet to get Billy to dance was all it was meant to be. - Smut

Staple - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* You two have always been there in each other’s lives, always.

Sugar Walls Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler - Complete

*Billy knows his girlfriend has fooled around with Nancy before, but this is different. - Smut

The Last Time - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* He just wants a yes or no answer.

Cut Through The Clouds - Billy Hargrove - Complete

* He would hate to be the reason you were unhappy.

DRABBLES:

“May I interject here?” - Billy

“She isn’t worth it.” - Billy

“Twice in one night?” - Billy

“Why are you tugging on my hair?” - Steve

“I’m really over you telling me what I can and can’t do...” - Billy

“Would you be upset if I had?” - Steve

“We have to cry together then.” - Billy

“It’s just a number, baby.” - Billy

“I’m trying to imagine it.”- Billy

“Am I dreaming you?” - Billy

“I can’t wait to feel you.” - Billy

“You looked so happy when I saw you two.” - Billy

“You’ve been on my mind lately.” - Billy

“You’re blushing.” - Nancy

“You’re blushing” - Billy

“I didn’t go to high school parties.” - Hopper

“Come back or don’t talk to me again.” - Billy

“Just tell me what you want.” -Billy

“I know how you taste.” - Steve

“This summer, fuck it, run away with me.” - Nancy

“Guess who is back and better than ever.” - Billy

“Do you think she knows?” - Billy

“I’m not fucking finished.” - Billy

“We flirted a lot.” - Billy

“Half the time I hate you, but...” - Billy

“I hear all the kissing noises.” - Billy

“Don’t say that in front of my grandparents.” - Billy

“Tell me what I should do.” - Billy

“That’s my motherfucking word.” - Billy

“Make me forget my name.” - Billy

“What are you not telling me?” - Billy

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to upset you.” - Billy

“Let me kiss you.” - Billy

“Am I different than her?” - Billy

“You’re scared, that’s your problem!” - Billy

“We won’t be unhappy.” - Billy

“I need to feel your energy” - Billy

“Do you ever hate yourself?” - Johnathan, Billy

“Nope. No. Too sad.” - Billy

“How much is a lot?” - Billy

“I want to make sure everything is good.” - Billy

“You would know if I was jealous.” - Billy

“Babe, you look so cool.” - Billy

“Let’s hold hands.” - Billy

“Nobody has to know.” - Billy

“Are you going home with him?” - Steve

“I remember everything you’ve whispered.” - Steve

“Don’t be a bad boy with me.” - Billy

“You’ve rolled your eyes 7 times.” - Billy

“Give me more.” - Billy

“I stole your car.” - Billy

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.” - Billy

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here...” - Billy

“Oh, do that again.” - Billy

“I only have good memories of you.” - Billy

“Take me to bed” - Steve

“What are you wearing?” - Billy

“I was all up in her buttermilk cookies!” - Billy

“You left me alone with them!” - Billy

“What’s your fucking damage?” - Billy

“I wish I could keep you safe from the outside world.” - Billy

“Maybe, just don’t leave this time.” - Billy

“Can we just stay home and watch movies?” - Billy

“I’m burning every t-shirt” - Billy and Steve

“You have mascara all of your face.” - Billy

“Do you think you could ever forgive me?” - Billy

“This is a very bad Friday.” - Billy

“I can’t wait to feel you.” - Billy

“You’re a constant headache.” - Billy

“I wish I never said anything.” Steve

“Be honest without being mean.” - Billy

“Why would I be with you if I was looking for someone else?” - Billy

“I’ve never done drugs before...” - Billy

“Why don’t you invite me in?” - Billy

“This isn’t the future I wanted.” - Billy

“Stop talking about the blowjob!” - Steve

“This is new territory for me.” - Nancy

“We belong together.” - Billy

“You didn’t even ask me.” - Billy

“You know what you do to me.” - Billy

“It’s been too long since I’ve touched you.” - Billy

“You’re drunker than last time.” - Billy

“They know. They all know.” - Billy

“I’ve never been scared of anything.” - Billy

“I’m not that stupid.” - Steve

“I’ll be fine if you leave.” - Steve

“I think my boyfriend’s an anarchist.” - Billy

“Do you like money?” - Billy

“You always turn me on when you come over.” - Billy

“Angry looks good on you.” - Billy

“You’re going to be late.” - Billy

“You’re twisting my words.” - Billy

“I should have known when I got in your car.” - Billy

“I just asked for a reason why.” - Billy

“Stop talking, look at the stars.” - Billy

“She’s the girl you’re bringing to the hotel?” - Billy

“That’s what my mom said.” - Billy

“You are a twisted person.” - Billy

“Split up.” - Billy

“Don’t fight it.” - Billy

“You made me look pathetic.” - Steve

“I don’t want to keep picturing you with him.” - Billy

“They can’t find out.” - Billy

“You’re not a good guy” - Billy

“Did you just call me ‘sweet’?” - Billy

“That’s what my father told me.” - Billy

“We both know I’m not what you need.” - Billy, Steve

“Have you seen yourself?” - Billy

“My parents would kill me.” - Billy

“You’re going to get me in trouble.” - Billy

“You’re a maniac.” - Billy

“Just like that.” - Billy

Pay attention to/ me, please.” - Billy

“Did it feel good?” - Billy

“It would be so nice to just hang out with you.” - Billy

“I love everything you do to me.” - Billy

“I miss you. I know it’s inappropriate, but I can’t help it.” - Billy

Riverdale:

Blindside PT 1 & 2 - Reggie

Too Cool - Reggie

Anchorless - Reggie

Flutter - Reggie

Independent Study - Reggie (smut)

Leave - Reggie

Sift - Reggie

2 Become 1 - Reggie

Anywhere Else - Sweet Pea

Ever The Same - FP Jones

13 Reasons Why:

Split Second - Jeff & Zach

Undercover - Zach

Woodwork - Zach

#riverdale au #riverdale imagine #riverdale #reggie mantle au #reggie mantle imagine #reggie mantle fic #reggie mantle one shot #reggie mantle #ross butler #charles melton #zach dempsey imagine #zach dempsey au #zach dempsey one shot #jeff atkins imagine #jeff atkins au #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove au

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