#when this happened she was 16 and had only been queen for like a year

[imagineweasley]

Steal My Girl

Draco x fem reader

summary: combining my two loves, one direction and harry potter!! a fun cute flirty angsty imagine with draco and y/n using the lyrics of "steal my girl."

y/n: your name

y/h: your house

y/c: your color

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She been my queen since we were sixteen We want the same things, we dream the same dreams Alright, alright

As cocky as Draco was, he had never expected he'd be able to get someone like you. From the moment he laid eyes on you during the first train ride to Hogwarts, he knew that he was done for. Whenever Draco would tell this story to anyone, he said that it might sound crazy that an eleven year old would know, but he doesn't care because he knew it was you, from the moment he saw you.

Over the next five years, you and Draco get close, basically joined at the hip, but he can't work up the courage to tell you. Mostly because he knew that what would come out of his mouth would be terrifying, because if he told you how he truly felt about you, he wouldn't be able to hold back. The words would spill out, how he fell in love with you when you first met on the train, how every time anything funny happened, he would wish you were there and then would tuck it into his mind to make you laugh later, how he would tell you and revel in your laughter, your gorgeous laugh. How every morning he woke up thinking of you, every daydream contained you, and every night, he fell asleep with a smile on his face, thinking about you. How he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, and you two were only 16 years old. Because how crazy would that sound?

So instead of telling you, he soaks you in as your best friend. The rest of Hogwarts thanks for you this as well, because when Draco's being an asshole, there's no one who's going to shut it down faster than you, and he only listens to you. You study together, you go flying together, him giving you his Nimbus 2001 and using a borrowed Hogwarts broom so you can have the best of the best. You go on walks together when it's nice out, hole up in the common room with blankets and snacks when it's not, and nurse each other back to health when the British rain inevitably brings on the sniffles. You talk to each other about your fondest memories, your greatest fears, and life's greatest joys

It's not long until for both you, your fondest memories have become ones made together, your greatest fears have become losing each other, and your lives' greatest joys have become sharing it with each other.

Only, here's the thing. Feelings that big can never stay contained for long. One mundane day, you two are sitting in the courtyard in the spring sun, doing homework. Only he wasn't doing homework. He was watching you: the way you bite your lip when you're focusing, the way your eyebrows scrunch because you have pretty bad eyesight and sometimes after long bouts of writing, the words blur on the page. It was nice out today, but to him, today's weather felt no different than yesterday's downpour because to him, you were the sun, and as long as you were with him, everything was bright and warm.

On that day in the courtyard, the words slip out of his mouth.

"When we start our family together-"

Draco realizes a second too late what he said. It was almost like his imagination and reality had blurred together, and he's exposed himself. You look at him with some shock on your face, and he could be imagining it, but there is a knowing look in your eyes. You tell him later that this was because you had known too, that you and him were bound together, your souls were tied, and there would be a day when there would be little yous and hims running around.

So on this fateful day, you share a moment of shock, a moment of silence, and a moment when both of your walls crumble and you tackle him with a kiss, one that is six years overdue.

I got it all 'cause she is the one Her mum calls me "Love," her dad calls me "Son" Alright, alright

When you finally meet Narcissa and Lucius, you are terrified because you know how strict they are, how haughty they can be, and how strong their hatred is of anyone who is not a part of their circle.

The first meeting goes surprisingly well. You and Draco stand outside the huge doors of Malfoy Mansion, him holding your hand and running his thumb over your knuckles. He can sense your nerves, but he is calm because he knows that at the end of the day, it does not matter whether he receives approval from his parents.

He says this to you in hopes that you'll feel less like puking all over the steps. "My love, you know that no matter how this goes, it will change nothing. I love nothing more than I love you. There's no way they-" he jerks his head towards the door, "-are changing anything between us." He gives you a soft smile, and you are able to relax your shoulders and steady your breath. You smile back at him and walk in, hand-in-hand. Throughout the night, he never lets go of your hand, he doesn't even go to the bathroom even though he is bursting to go after his third glass of red wine.

At the end of the dinner, it seems you have managed to win over his parents as much as anyone can win them over. You've earned laughs from Narcissa, engaged Lucius in conversation about Quidditch, and when you and Draco rise from the table, an invitation to dinner next weekend.

Draco can't even wait one second after the door closes to grab your face and kiss you.

Everybody wanna steal my girl Everybody wanna take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

Of course, when news had broken about you two finally getting together, the overwhelming majority had not been surprised. Whispers circulate about the Prince of Slytherin and the Princess of y/h, the new power couple of Hogwarts. There's one night before your relationship is public knowledge where you and Draco are sitting in the common room with Draco's Slytherin crew and Draco mindlessly places his hand on your thigh. Crabbe and Goyle, as thick as they are, immediately notice. Goyle immediately groans and throws his head back as Crabbe cheers, and you and Draco gape in confusion. You stare as Goyle stomps up to his room and returns with a fistful of galleons, which he shoves into Crabbe, who is still prancing around the common room.

"I told you, I told you, I told you!" Crabbe chants while he sticks his tongue out at Goyle. Turns out, they had made a bet on when you two would finally get together, and it's clear who the winner is.

Whenever Draco drops you off at your classes and plants kisses on your nose before saying goodbye, everyone in the class notices. Half the guys and the girls in the room are groaning inside at having missed their chance to ask you on a study date so they can show off how smart they are and win you over, spend a day with them at Hogsmeade, or take you on a romantic walk by the lake. They're annoyed that they didn't ask you out before Draco captured your heart, but what they don't know is that there had never been a chance for them anyway, because your heart had belonged to Draco from the first moment he had made a cocky remark to you and you'd rolled your eyes, amused. Your fate had been sealed from that first smile he gave you afterwards.

Kisses like cream, her walk is so mean And every jaw drops when she's in those jeans Alright, alright

Draco's favorite part of the day was whenever he'd pick you up for breakfast. You'd prance over to him to give him a little peck, and most days, he wasn't satiated by just one. He'd pull you to him for another, and of course, you'd wrap your arms around his neck and give him a sweet, long, good-morning kiss before walking hand-in-hand to the Great Hall.

He also never missed anything, especially when it came to the looks you would get in the halls. Somehow, you made walking down the hall a fashion show; the uniform sat on your curves perfectly, and even though everyone wore the same thing, you just looked different. Even on days where you got zero sleep and couldn't be bothered to do anything more than throw your hair up in something that resembled a bun, you still attracted stares. Maybe it was just your captivating aura.

Whatever it was, he felt a surge of pride whenever he caught the stares. He couldn't even feel jealous, because who wouldn't be staring at his girl? Of course your beauty, your personality, your laugh, your brains, and your witty humor would have people falling over their feet left and right. He knew from the start the price he had to pay for being with someone like you, and he'd pay that price a million times over just to be able to keep calling you his.

I don't exist if I don't have her The sun doesn't shine, the world doesn't turn Alright, alright

As much as his parents have come to adore you and care for you like their daughter, you know what they are, and you know what they made him do. You haven't seen them in a while, since the news broke about the Death Eaters. The night they burned the mark onto his skin, he showed up at your door at 4 a.m., sobbing as quietly as he could. You sit with him all night while he lays crumpled in your arms. There's nothing to say to fix the devastation. Everyone else at Hogwarts sees him as evil, but you know better. He's whispered to you in the dead of night how terrified he is of his parents and of the Death Eaters and what You-Know-Who could do to him if he showed any semblance of betraying him, and most of all, how terrified he is of losing you.

One day, he decides to do the unthinkable and breaks up with you. He's been thinking it over for a long time. At first, he thought about what if you two pretend to break up and continue to date in secret, but Draco is so scared. You-Know-Who has his ways of finding out absolutely everything and he cannot risk you even for a second. You are just a weapon to use against Draco. A pawn in You-Know-Who's game.

In between sobs, Draco clutches your hand and explains this to you, promises that when this is all over and it's safe again, you two will be together again. At first, you argue. You say that you're not scared of that white-faced snake-man, you don't want to hide! You only back down when you see what this is doing to Draco. You see that he is right, this is the only way you two could have a sliver of a chance at a future.

This is the most devastating blow your poor heart has endured, and you've endured a lot. Everyone is stunned when they stop seeing you two together, when they see your red puffy eyes and the dark circles under his.

Fast-forward. Preparations are being made for the battle, and you're taking a moment to sit on the ground against the wall of the hidden classroom you and Draco would go to whenever you needed.... privacy. The younger students had been evacuated, but you were one of the ones who refused to leave, and you were composing yourself before they came.

You hear quiet footsteps entering the classroom and jump up, wand pointed. As soon as you register who it is, you go weak in the knees.

The blonde-headed boy is standing in the doorway clutching his wand. His wide eyes soften. There is so much love, fear, panic, and grief in those eyes. You're frozen. You're just staring at each other.

There's a bang! somewhere that startles you both into action. You fly as fast as you can to him, and it's no wonder you two don't break your noses with the speed he flies to you too. His lips find yours and you hungrily devour each other to make up for the months lost. You two are holding each other so tight, clinging to each other, tangled in a mess. Your fingers run through his hair and clutch it to bring him closer, not that there is any more space to fill, and his arms are wrapped around your waist in a grip so tight it could rival the grasp of a Devil's Snare. It's only when you hear a second bang! and the first scream, that you're brought back to reality. Not even one second later, noise erupts outside, indicating the battle has begun.

"Y/n... Merlin I am so sorry-"

"Draco, I love you, you have nothing to be sorry for-"

"I love you so-"

"I love you-"

You two are cutting each other off left and right in your rushed conversation, because you don't know if this will be your last. I love yous are said, vows are exchanged in case someone doesn't come out the other end. He even has fashioned a ring out of some twine he found on the ground and slides it onto your ring finger, promising to find you as soon as this is all over, because now he has to pretend to be with them. He has to join his mother and father so he doesn't get killed for being a traitor. You link your fingers with his and make him promise to stay alive. He tells you he refuses to fight the students. He's going to try to deflect anything the Death Eaters throw at the students as discreetly as he can. You kiss him one more time. He kisses you one more time. You feel more steady now that you've been able to be with him one last time. Funnily, it's the most steady you've felt in months. With one more teary kiss, you two run out of the classroom into the chaos.

Everybody wanna steal my girl Everybody wanna take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

After the battle is over, Draco doesn't even think before he breaks into a sprint.

"Y/N!" He's screaming your name over and over again, and students who saw him run to their side at the confrontation on the bridge take pity on him and point him where they saw you last. Blood is running into his eyes from a cut on his forehead and he thinks he might have twisted an ankle, but it doesn't matter. He wipes away the blood and keeps looking. He follows a crowd of people heading to the Great Hall and shoves his way inside, but has to stop to take the scene in. It's the most crowded he's ever seen it. People lay on the floor, lean against stairs, or are doing the same as him, marching through to find their friends and family. Wails fill the air when people discover their loved ones have perished, contrasted with the happy sobs as some lucky ones are able to find each other. He watches as one particular couple finds each other, the girl leaps into the boy's arms, tears streaming down both their faces. His heart leaps into his throat and he doesn't even know it, but he's crying too - he needs to find you more than a body needs water.

Then, he sees you. He sees your y/c hair first. You're bent over a student laying on the ground, wrapping a rag around a wound on their arm. For a second, time stops and everything stops moving. He can now feel his heartbeat now pounding in his head.

Y/n? Y/n. Y/N!

"Y/N!" The words finally fly out of his mouth and he runs towards you. Your head shoots up and your wide eyes meet his. You quickly get someone to finish wrapping the student's arm before you push yourself to your exhausted feet. Before you can even move, he's taken you into his arms. He plants kisses all over your hair, kisses your forehead, your nose, both your cheeks, and finally, kisses your lips.

It's a wet kiss, you're both crying. There's relief in this kiss as well as desperation, and this one feels just like your first kiss. Finally, finally, you are in each others' arms again, and although you both know the next few years are going to be hell, it seems more bearable because now you'll be able to do it together, once again.

The war tried to steal you away from him. Voldemort tried to steal you away from him, steal you from this world. But no more. Now, your lives were just starting.

[shredsandpatches]

I mean Michael Hicks kinda needs to stfu about women just generally (he's also Very Weird about Anne Neville) so I imagine he'd come down pretty hard on her too!

As someone whose interest in the Middle Ages is set in the pre-WOTR eras, I occasionally read scholarship on it and sit there blinking because like. wow. wow. this is what being lost in the sauce is like. Historians are really so attached to their ideas of what people are like they've lost all sense of context

Like, I read Michael Hicks going on about how Elizabeth Woodville pursuing Sir Thomas Cook for queen's gold was evidence of harassment and an attempt to punish him twice even though Elizabeth's pursuit of queen's gold was hardly unusual. It also makes me wonder what Hicks would say about Anne of Bohemia pursuing William Courtenay, Archbishop of Canterbury for queen's gold to the point of having the sheriff of Kent distraining him (seizing his goods) until Courtenay complained to the king (and this is apparently despite the parliament declaring the month before Courtenay's complaint that queen's gold did not apply to payments made to enter archbishoprics).

I mean, the issue is reputation - Anne of Bohemia is "good queen Anne", typically depicted as passive and meek, while Elizabeth Woodville's reputation typically runs to the gold-digging, ambitious femme fatale and bad queen.

[lgbtpopcult]

Ranking the Top 10 GL Series of 2024

10. My marvelous Dream is You

A highly expected gl from Idol Factory that fell short of our expectations not for lack of chemistry from its love team (they in fact had some of the best chemistry in the industry) but because of the bad writing. The writing simply didn't allow the story to flourish. The couple spent most of the series apart, and we don't mean simply not in a relationship. They hardly spend any time together at all, and when they did, there were no romantic moments happening most of the time. What saved the series was its couple that sold the rare moments they had together really well. No surprise that they're dating in real life.

9. Apple My Love

Short and sweet, this story was a fun little romcom that fulfilled its purpose well. The couple needed to prove themselves as a love team, and they did. Happy to know they got a new series out of it.

8. Petrichor

For the people who had heard of Englot but had only seen them as a love team on Show Me Love, their popularity remained a mystery until this series. This police drama/romance has been good enough to prove they may not be the team with the best chemistry out there, but they're definitely not completely deprived of it like Show Me Love made us think. The series itself is interesting if you like your romance in small doses amidst the action.

7. Blank The Series

Here comes the controversy. One of the most successful and also controversial series of the year. We have to acknowledge that unlike what some fans would like us to believe the problem was not in the age difference per say but in the fact that one of them was 21 and initially very immature for her age. However, she was not underage, she was not unintelligent, and she had agency. She was the one who persistently pursued the relationship. The story was exciting and passionate. Also, mommy issues sell.

6. 23.5

A series that gave milklove, a much beloved love team, its chance to shine. It was a sweet high school romance that was enjoyable for most people and had some great highs. Its jealousy episode was one of the best around, and both of the admins here in lgbtpopcult are willing to die on that heel. It did, however, have the limitations of an innocent high school romance. A lot of time was dedicated to side characters and the couple could not be shown in a more mature relationship. Still, a good time!

5. Mate the Series

It is endlessly entertaining to watch Gen and Aoey interact. The perfect ice queen, rich girl that wanted to only be with the perfect man (somehow nobody was ever the perfect man) trying to resist her innocent, tempting friend. They are funny and sweet and passionate at the same time. The series does a good job of focusing on their relationship with little interest in anything else

4. The Loyal Pin

This production, supported by the Thai ministry of culture, definitely deserves its spot at number 4. At 16 episodes and with great production value, it is a journey through time that not only shows us the love story between two women but also the food, dance, and customs of the country of Thailand. The love story itself did a good job of remaining entertaining by inserting some jealousy and lots of obstacles in the course of the couple.

3. Affair the Series

A fierce debate broke out amongst us about whether this series would occupy the third or the second place in this list. You see half of it, the second half, was so incredibly good. The push and pull of a couple with exploding chemistry while they lived together. The obsession Wan had with Pleng. The amazing love scenes. But the first part of the series dragged it down. The chemistry was there from the beginning but they spend too much time in the past when the leads were young, and one of them was pushing the other to be with a guy just to avoid her feelings. That part wasn't bad, It had its moments, but it was at times frustrating and too long. A great series nonetheless.

2. Pluto

This series has it all. A love team with great chemistry, an interesting plot, good acting, and quality writing. It did not only show us an exciting romance but addressed issues of disability and even teased a throuple (through a side couple don't worry the mains are as crazy in love as gl couples should be). Insert some surprising twists and turns and it's a go!

1. The Secret of Us

The number 1 spot could go to no other series. It wasn't even a debate. Lingorm, the love team comprised of Ling and Orm, was tasked with proving a gl can go toe to toe with straight romance series on a major Thai network. They knocked it out the park! The Secret of Us was super successful. Throughout its run, it remained in the top 10 of Netflix in Thailand and the other Asian countries it was available in. It frequently occupied the number 1 spot, and its numbers on the network's own streaming app surpassed those of its straight counterparts. There was a reason for all of that. The story was a very popular romance trope (angry ex vs. regretful ex) done right, the chemistry of the love team was enticing and both main characters were infinitely charming. We all fell in love.

[novaursa]

Legacy (power play)

- Summary: Tywin was the man who saved you from Robert's wrath. He was also the man who doomed you.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Tywin Lannister

- Note: Timeline and some events may differ from the canon.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: dinner with a lion

- Next part: at the gates

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The Great Hall of the Red Keep is silent, but in Cersei’s private chambers, fury hangs heavy in the air. The Queen Regent paces, her golden hair gleaming under the low light, lips pressed into a tight, furious line. When Jaime enters, summoned at her urgent request, she barely spares him a glance before resuming her pacing, her every movement a coiled spring of rage.

“Cersei,” he begins, uncertain of the reason for her distress but sensing it is something grave. “What’s happened?”

She whirls around, her green eyes blazing with barely contained anger. “A raven arrived from Harrenhal this morning. From Father,” she spits, her tone laced with venom.

Jaime raises an eyebrow, folding his arms as he leans against the wall, studying her with mild amusement. “What, has he discovered another Lannister bannerman in need of a scolding?”

Her glare sharpens, cutting through his jest. “No, Jaime. He intends to remarry.”

Jaime’s amusement fades instantly, his eyes widening as he straightens. “Remarry?” The thought is absurd to him—Tywin Lannister, cold and calculating, whose only love had been their mother. “To whom?”

Cersei’s lips press together tightly, and for a moment, she looks almost disgusted, her nose wrinkling as though she’d caught a whiff of something foul. “A Targaryen,” she says, her voice dripping with disdain. “The Targaryen princess Father sent North during Robert’s Rebellion, hidden away like some precious relic.”

Jaime stares, incredulous. “The girl he spirited away to the North… before Robert’s armies reached her?”

“Yes, that one,” she snaps, resuming her furious pacing. “And I always wondered why Father would do such a thing, why he’d go to such lengths to protect a Targaryen, of all people.” Her voice is laced with bitterness, every word a reminder of how Tywin’s favor had never extended as warmly to his own children.

Jaime watches her closely, his mind racing as he tries to piece it together. “But… all these years,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “He sent her North, knowing she could be a threat. And now, he plans to marry her?”

Cersei halts, turning to face him fully, her eyes narrowed. “Yes. And doesn’t it make sense, now? Why he’d bother saving her at all. Father never does anything without a plan.” She clenches her hands, her knuckles white. “All this time, he was holding her back like a piece on his board, waiting for the moment to place her exactly where he wanted.”

Jaime shakes his head slowly, the shock settling over him like a cold mantle. “A Targaryen in the family… It’s absurd.”

“Absurd? It’s revolting!” Cersei’s voice sharpens, her anger flaring anew. “To think he’d marry a Targaryen and put her in Mother’s place.” Her tone dips to a dangerous low, her green eyes burning. “After all that we’ve done to drive them out, after all Robert did to end their line… and Father would bring one of them back into our family?”

Jaime’s jaw tightens, his own frustration surfacing. “You’re right,” he admits, though his voice is quieter, thoughtful. “Father’s never been one to let sentiment get in the way of his plans. If he sees some advantage to this marriage, he’ll pursue it, no matter what we think.”

“Advantage?” Cersei laughs bitterly, the sound cold and mirthless. “Of course, he sees an advantage. Her blood. Her name. A Targaryen bride bound to the Lannisters, strengthening his legacy. The irony must amuse him—she’s one of the last in their line, and he’ll fold her into his plans, like a final insult.”

Jaime’s gaze sharpens as he looks at her. “So, you think this is all about legacy?”

Cersei nods, her tone laced with resentment. “Legacy, power, and a claim that can silence whispers. With her by his side, he’ll appear even stronger, more unassailable. It’s Father’s ultimate power play, isn’t it? To take what was once his enemy’s and make it his own.”

For a long moment, they stand in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, the implications of Tywin’s decision settling over them like a heavy shroud. Jaime, despite his loyalty to their father, feels an unexpected bitterness welling up within him, a sense of betrayal, as though Tywin’s intentions undermine something fundamental within their family.

“And you know what infuriates me the most, Jaime?” Cersei’s voice cuts through his thoughts, sharp as a blade. “It’s that he didn’t even consult us, didn’t even care to inform his own children. To him, we’re nothing more than pawns—just like her.”

Jaime gives a reluctant nod, understanding her frustration, even if he feels the edge of it duller than she does. “It’s always been his way,” he says softly, almost a resignation in his tone. “His plans come first, above everything else.”

Cersei’s face twists, a flicker of something deeper flashing across her expression—hurt, perhaps, or something close to it. “Yes. And he’ll bring her here, parade her in front of us, make her wear our mother’s place as if she belongs.” She scoffs, disgusted. “But she doesn’t belong, Jaime. No matter what he thinks, she never will.”

Jaime’s gaze hardens, his own distaste rising. “Then what do you want to do about it, Cersei? Father’s not one to be easily dissuaded once he’s set his mind to something.”

Her expression sharpens, her lips curling into a dangerous smile. “I won’t let her settle in, Jaime. I don’t care what Father’s plans are or what advantage he sees in her. I’ll make sure she knows she’s unwelcome. I’ll remind her every day that she’s nothing more than a piece in his game—a Targaryen clinging to the Lannister name.”

Jaime watches her, a flicker of unease stirring within him. He knows how far Cersei’s anger can push her, the lengths she’ll go to when she feels threatened. And though he shares her distaste, he can’t shake a sense of dread at what this will mean—for their family, for the realm, and for the Targaryen princess who is, unknowingly, stepping into a lion’s den.

“We should tread carefully, Cersei,” he warns, his tone quiet but firm. “Father has his reasons, twisted as they may be. And the last thing we need is more discord within the family.”

But Cersei’s expression hardens, her anger unyielding. “She may be Father’s new toy, but that doesn’t mean I have to welcome her.” Her voice lowers, fierce and unbreakable. “And I won’t. She will never take Mother’s place—not in my eyes.”

As Jaime looks at his sister, the fire in her eyes burning dangerously bright, he realizes that Tywin’s marriage plans have unleashed more than he anticipated. For better or worse, the arrival of a Targaryen bride will test the Lannisters’ unity, awakening old grudges, and bringing the simmering tensions within their family to a boiling point.

The raven’s inked words sit heavy on the parchment in Tyrion’s hand, but an irrepressible smile tugs at his lips as he reads them. His father’s “winning card”—the leverage Tywin had hinted at but never fully revealed—had finally been exposed, and it was none other than the eldest surviving Targaryen princess. A woman Tywin had sent to Winterfell under the guise of protection, waiting patiently to play his hand when the time was right. And now, apparently, the time had come.

Tyrion chuckles softly to himself, imagining Cersei’s reaction. She’d be tearing through her chambers, fuming, cursing their father for daring to bring a Targaryen into their family. Oh, she would despise the very notion of it—a Targaryen bride occupying the seat that had once belonged to their mother, sitting beside their father in the Great Hall of the Red Keep.

He tucks the parchment away, sipping thoughtfully at his wine when he hears a familiar rustle of silk and the soft tap of footsteps in the hall outside. He glances up just in time to see Varys slipping through the door, his expression as smooth and placid as ever, though Tyrion can tell he’s itching to discuss the news.

“Ah, Lord Varys,” Tyrion greets, raising his goblet in mock salute. “Just the man I wanted to see. I presume you’re here to share in my father’s little secret?”

Varys gives him a polite, knowing smile, his hands folding neatly within the sleeves of his robes. “Lord Tyrion, I thought it only courteous to visit the acting Hand on such an… auspicious occasion.”

Tyrion snorts, waving a hand. “Yes, auspicious indeed. Though I can’t say I ever expected Tywin Lannister to announce a wedding, let alone with a Targaryen bride.”

Varys inclines his head slightly, a faint smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. “Stranger things have happened, my lord. And, as you are well aware, your father is nothing if not… strategic. This particular move has been many years in the making.”

Tyrion arches an eyebrow, regarding the spymaster with interest. “So you knew. You helped him, didn’t you? Smuggling her North, ensuring Robert’s men never found her.”

Varys allows himself a small nod, his expression perfectly composed. “I did as your father instructed. Lady Y/N’s journey to Winterfell was… delicate, shall we say. She was kept far from prying eyes, under the protection of Lord Stark.”

Tyrion swirls his wine, watching the liquid catch the light as he considers Varys’s words. “And now, the Stark protection has become Lannister protection. Quite the irony.”

“Indeed,” Varys murmurs, his tone thoughtful. “Your father has always valued control, and what better control than to take one of the last Targaryens into his family? The princess has value—both in her blood and her name. She is a piece Tywin believes will secure his legacy, silence dissent, and quell the whispers that linger from the days of Robert’s Rebellion.”

Tyrion laughs softly, setting his goblet down with a smirk. “If only he could see Cersei’s face right now. She’s likely wearing a groove into the floors, pacing with rage.” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Though, I suppose, that’s part of the appeal for me. Watching her tear her hair out over this.”

Varys smiles, his gaze flickering with a hint of amusement. “Ah, yes, I’m sure this news will be most… challenging for the Queen Regent. She does tend to view outsiders with a certain level of disdain, particularly those with claims and titles.”

Tyrion gives a dry laugh. “She’ll view this marriage as a threat, not to mention an insult. And knowing Father, he won’t offer her a single word of explanation beyond what’s necessary. She’ll seethe, and he’ll ignore her as he always does.”

He takes another sip of wine, savoring the thought. “Still, I can’t deny I’m curious. I wonder what she’s like—the last Targaryen princess. To live hidden away for so long, a guest in Winterfell’s cold halls… She’ll be far from the dragon-filled court her family once ruled.”

Varys nods thoughtfully, his expression turning contemplative. “From what I understand, Lady Y/N adapted well to the North. She became close with the Stark children, as a sister to them, especially to Lady Arya. She would have learned patience and quiet strength in Winterfell, traits her family once valued before the days of fire and blood consumed them.”

“Quiet strength, you say?” Tyrion muses, tilting his head. “Then she’ll make an interesting contrast to our father.” He pauses, a glint of mischief in his eye. “You know, if she truly bonded with the Starks, that will only enrage Cersei further.”

Varys’s smile widens, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “Perhaps so. And while Cersei may not see it, Lady Y/N’s presence could have… unexpected effects. After all, she brings both a claim and a legacy that some will see as powerful indeed.”

“Ah,” Tyrion replies, nodding slowly. “So this union isn’t just a matter of silencing old voices—it’s about giving new ones something to rally around. With a Targaryen beside him, my father won’t just be seen as a conqueror or a steward of the throne. He’ll be someone who could, in a way, lay claim to the history Robert sought to erase.”

“Precisely,” Varys murmurs. “And there is another layer, as always. There are still those who remember the Targaryen line fondly. A marriage such as this… it will quiet both sides, in a manner of speaking.”

Tyrion considers this, fingers drumming on the armrest. “So, I’m left to prepare King’s Landing for the return of the Targaryen princess, to polish every bit of armor, dust every hall, and make it look as though we’re welcoming royalty—while Cersei fumes and the court gossips.”

“Your father does enjoy setting his family tasks,” Varys remarks, his voice laced with irony. “Though in this case, he has left you with a unique challenge.”

Tyrion sighs, raising his glass in a mock toast. “Well, if I must be the one to stage the grand return, so be it. I’ll give her the welcome our father expects—and then some.”

Varys chuckles softly, bowing his head in polite agreement. “I have no doubt that Lady Y/N will find herself welcomed most… uniquely in King’s Landing.”

Tyrion leans forward, his smile sharpening. “And when she arrives, perhaps she’ll learn that even the lions of Casterly Rock can be charmed. She’ll be something of an outsider, after all. It may be refreshing for her to find someone with a touch more… humor.”

“Quite so,” Varys agrees, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You may be precisely the ally she needs in this strange new home.”

Tyrion raises his goblet again, feeling a flicker of anticipation. “Then let us prepare the capital for the arrival of the Lady Y/N. I imagine her arrival will send ripples through the court, Cersei included.”

Varys nods, a faint smile lingering on his lips. “Indeed, Lord Tyrion. I shall ensure that the city is informed… discreetly. News of a Targaryen bride returning to the Red Keep is bound to stir interest, but we wouldn’t want it to stir unrest.”

Tyrion gives a wry smile, setting his goblet down. “Unrest? I wouldn’t dream of it, Varys. But a bit of… curiosity? That might be inevitable.”

Varys inclines his head, his expression unreadable, though Tyrion knows he’s plotting a dozen things at once. “Curiosity is always beneficial in the right hands. I trust you will wield it well, my lord.”

With that, Varys slips back into the shadows, leaving Tyrion alone in his chambers. The room is quiet again, but Tyrion feels the pulse of anticipation in the air. The Targaryen princess was returning, and with her arrival, the halls of the Red Keep would soon buzz with whispers and intrigue.

And Tyrion, as acting Hand, would be at the very center of it all.

Sansa stood just beyond the gilded throne, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeves, her gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the stone floor as she waited for Joffrey to dismiss his attendants. She’d heard the whispers, the rumors swirling around the court—the last Targaryen princess was coming to the capital, and as Tywin’s intended bride, no less. The news was almost too surreal to believe, and yet the thought of seeing her again filled Sansa with a fragile hope she barely dared to entertain.

Finally, Joffrey turned his attention to her, his golden hair catching the last light of day, his lips curling into a smirk as he noticed her unease.

“What is it, Sansa?” he drawled, his voice holding a note of mockery. “Are you going to stand there all day, or have you come with something worth my time?”

Sansa swallowed, summoning every ounce of courage she had. “Your Grace,” she began, her voice soft but steady. “I… I wanted to ask if it’s true. About the Targaryen princess… that she’s coming to King’s Landing.”

Joffrey’s eyes glinted with amusement, and he leaned back in his chair, clearly pleased by her inquiry. “Ah, so you’ve heard,” he replied, a cruel smile playing at his lips. “Yes, it’s true. My grandsire has sent for her, and she’ll be arriving soon, dressed in Lannister colors, no doubt.” He paused, a flicker of something darker in his gaze. “He intends to make her his wife.”

Sansa’s heart skipped a beat, her mind reeling. Lady Y/N, the woman who had been like a sister to her in Winterfell, now Tywin Lannister’s bride? The idea seemed strange, almost unthinkable. She had imagined her as a kindred spirit, someone who would always be out of reach of King’s Landing’s cruelty, safe in the North.

“She was like family to me,” Sansa murmured, more to herself than to Joffrey, though he caught the words and raised an eyebrow, his expression turning sly.

“Family?” he repeated with a sneer. “How touching. Perhaps I should congratulate you on your sister’s good fortune, then. Or perhaps not,” he added, his tone laced with mockery. “After all, my grandsire does have a talent for taming wild creatures… and what is a Targaryen if not a dragon in need of taming?”

Sansa’s hands tightened into fists at her sides, though she forced herself to keep her expression calm. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her anger. “She… she would never harm anyone,” Sansa replied softly, her gaze lowered.

Joffrey’s smile twisted, his tone turning cold. “Maybe not now. But it’s a shame she wasn’t at Winterfell when we visited, don’t you think?” His eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction. “Nothing could have saved her from Robert’s wrath. Not even her precious name.”

Sansa’s heart clenched, remembering that day—the arrival of the royal family, Robert’s heavy hand resting on her father’s shoulder, the cheers and the uneasy tension that had settled over Winterfell. Lady Y/N hadn’t been there, though Sansa remembered feeling her absence, the quiet space she had left behind.

“Yes, unfortunate timing, indeed,” Joffrey mused, his tone laced with cruel amusement. “If she had been there, well… let’s just say Father wouldn’t have needed much convincing. Robert always did despise her family.”

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, mocking whisper. “Tell me, Sansa. Where was your dear friend during that visit?”

Sansa felt the question hit her like a blow, her throat tightening as she struggled to keep her composure. She couldn’t answer him, couldn’t betray Lady Y/N’s past, even if it might seem harmless to anyone else. But to Joffrey… there was no telling how he’d twist that information, how he’d use it to taunt her or her friend when she arrived.

So she simply shook her head, keeping her gaze averted, her voice a mere whisper. “I… I don’t know, Your Grace.”

Joffrey’s eyes narrowed, clearly unsatisfied with her answer. “Really?” he pressed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You grew up with her, did you not? Surely you’d know where she was hiding when my father made your traitor father his Hand.”

Sansa bit her lip, forcing herself to remain silent, though her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t let him see her distress, couldn’t let him glimpse the fear she felt for Lady Y/N, knowing what awaited her in this court. She was about to shake her head again, to play the part of the ignorant, obedient lady, when Joffrey suddenly laughed.

“No matter,” he said, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. “It hardly matters where she was then. Now, she’s coming here—to be groomed, dressed, paraded like the rest of the court pets.” He smirked, a cruel glint in his eye. “Though I imagine she won’t be quite as lovely as you, Sansa. I doubt even a dragon could compare to a rose.”

Sansa forced herself to smile, a tight, forced expression, as her stomach twisted with anger and dread. “Thank you, Your Grace.”

Joffrey chuckled, clearly satisfied with his own words. “You’re welcome. And perhaps, when she arrives, I’ll allow you to greet her. Wouldn’t that be a treat, to welcome your dear sister back to the court?”

Sansa’s heart clenched again, the words hanging over her like a dark cloud. She nodded, her mind whirling, feeling the sharp sting of his cruelty as he dismissed her with a flick of his hand.

As she curtsied and left the throne room, her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Lady Y/N would need all the strength she could muster, stepping into this viper’s nest. And as Sansa walked through the shadowed halls, she resolved to be there when her friend arrived, to offer whatever comfort and solidarity she could.

The war council convenes in a dim, stone-walled chamber within Harrenhal, the air thick with tension and the scent of candle smoke. Tywin sits at the head of the long, scarred table, his fingers steepled as he surveys the gathered lords and generals. You take a seat to his right, feeling the weight of their stares. Whispers ripple through the room as the men shift uncomfortably, glancing between each other, unsettled by your presence. You can see it in their expressions—their disapproval, their confusion. A woman, a Targaryen, seated at a Lannister war council? It’s unheard of, and they don’t bother to hide their disdain.

Tywin’s brother, Kevan Lannister, clears his throat, his gaze lingering on you. “My lord,” he begins, directing his words to Tywin but casting a sidelong glance at you, “I must question the wisdom of Lady Y/N’s presence here. War councils are no place for a… princess of foreign blood.”

A few of the men nod, murmuring in agreement, though Tywin’s expression remains stone-cold. At the edge of the room, Arya moves with quiet efficiency, pouring wine, her head down and her face shadowed. But her eyes flicker up every so often, watching the exchange with a keen interest.

Tywin’s gaze sharpens, and he holds up a hand, silencing the murmurs with a single gesture. “Lady Y/N is here because I requested her presence,” he replies, his voice cold and unyielding. “She possesses insight and intelligence, and I expect her to contribute to this council as she would on the battlefield.”

There’s a moment of tense silence, broken only by the sound of Arya filling goblets, moving carefully as though to avoid any attention. Addam Marbrand, one of Tywin’s more seasoned commanders, sneers, his eyes glinting with disdain.

“With all due respect, my lord,” Marbrand says, barely hiding his irritation, “strategy and warfare are not matters for the faint-hearted or… untested minds.”

Tywin’s gaze remains unyielding, but a glint of amusement flickers in his eyes as he glances toward you. “Then let us test her mind,” he replies, his voice smooth. He shifts his gaze to you, nodding slightly. “Tell us, Lady Y/N, what you think of our recent skirmish with the Stark forces.”

You sigh, folding your hands on the table as you take in the room’s collective skepticism. “In all honesty?” you say, voice calm yet laced with frustration. “It was a foolish, reckless move.”

The room goes silent, tension crackling in the air as the men stare at you, some with wide eyes, others with barely-concealed scowls. Marbrand’s face reddens with indignation, his hand tightening around his goblet. “Foolish?” he echoes, barely able to keep the irritation from his voice. “That ‘foolish’ move was designed to lure the Young Wolf into a trap.”

You hold his gaze, unfazed by his reaction. “And yet, it failed,” you reply, your tone blunt. “The ‘trap’ was obvious from the start. You misjudged Robb Stark entirely—he doesn’t fall for flashy distractions or bait. He’s careful, cautious, and he knows the North better than any of us could hope to. By attempting such a bold maneuver, you only tipped your hand and allowed him to exploit the terrain to his advantage.”

Some of the advisors exchange uncomfortable glances, their pride stung. Arya, from her position near the wine, hides a smirk behind her lowered gaze, her fingers tightening on the pitcher as she listens closely.

Addam bristles, his face darkening further. “You presume much for someone who was not there, my lady.”

You raise an eyebrow, unflinching. “I presume based on experience and logic,” you counter. “And the facts are plain. The terrain you chose for the skirmish was uneven and exposed. Stark’s forces had the high ground and the cover of forest. By leading an offensive there, you left your men vulnerable, marching them into territory where Stark’s archers could pick them off without risking open combat. You might as well have painted targets on their armor.”

Tywin’s gaze flicks over his council, his face impassive, but you notice the slightest hint of approval in his eyes. “Lady Y/N’s points are valid,” he says, his tone cold. “Our last move lacked precision, planning, and—more importantly—an understanding of our enemy.”

Marbrand clenches his jaw, though he doesn’t dare argue further, while Kevan’s expression is unreadable. The room shifts uncomfortably, their pride bruised but their respect—albeit begrudgingly—beginning to take shape.

Arya glances up briefly, allowing herself the smallest smirk, her eyes flickering with a glint of satisfaction as she returns to her duties. Her movements are careful, practiced, yet she steals glances at you, clearly pleased with your bluntness and the way you’ve shaken the council’s composure.

You turn to Tywin, meeting his gaze with a calm but challenging expression. “If you’re to engage Stark’s forces effectively, you need to think less about baiting him into traps and more about anticipating his moves. Robb Stark’s strength lies in his unpredictability—he’s proven that time and again. You need to strike when he expects it least, rather than wasting time on obvious, avoidable errors.”

The council murmurs quietly, some of the men nodding as they consider your words, though a few still hold onto their reservations. Tywin watches the room, allowing the silence to linger before speaking.

“Wise words,” he remarks, a pointed look directed at his commanders. “It seems my lady has a keener grasp of the battlefield than some might wish to admit.”

The jab is clear, and Marbrand’s face flushes, though he mutters something that sounds like reluctant agreement. Kevan, observing the room’s reaction, gives you a curt nod, his expression more thoughtful than before. “It appears my earlier concerns were… premature,” he says, a note of respect creeping into his tone.

Tywin’s gaze shifts to you, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Lady Y/N, we shall implement your suggestions in our next move. And I expect the council to remember that this is not a game of pride, but of strategy. Our enemy deserves no underestimation.”

The council nods, some more willing than others, but the authority in Tywin’s tone brooks no argument. You meet his gaze with a nod of your own, silently acknowledging the unspoken exchange between you—a recognition of your value, of the role you’ve been given here.

As the meeting progresses, Arya moves carefully around the room, pouring wine and listening with rapt attention. And though she remains outwardly unobtrusive, you notice her watching you with something close to pride, her gaze glinting with satisfaction as you hold your own in the lion’s den.

The meeting ends with Tywin’s commanding dismissal. The lords and generals file out one by one, each offering you wary nods of respect they hadn’t dared before, though a few still bristle with wounded pride. You rise to follow them, feeling the intensity of Tywin’s gaze upon you. Just as you’re about to turn toward the door, he speaks, his voice low but firm.

“Lady Y/N, a moment.”

You pause, turning back to him as the last of the men slip from the chamber, leaving you alone with Tywin—and Arya, who hovers quietly near the table, her head down but her ears clearly attuned.

Tywin regards you, his eyes cold and unyielding, though there’s a glint of something else there—a calculation, a purpose. “Prepare yourself. We’ll depart for King’s Landing within the week.”

You nod, offering a courteous inclination of your head. “As you wish, Lord Tywin.”

A brief flicker of satisfaction crosses his face before he turns his attention to the table, studying the maps and parchments strewn across its surface. Sensing his dismissal, you turn to leave, but not before catching a fleeting glimpse of Arya, her face impassive, though you notice the slight tightening of her jaw, her fingers clenching the cloth she uses to wipe the table. The news of your departure has unsettled her, though she hides it well.

The door closes behind you, and Tywin is left alone with Arya, who moves around the table, quietly wiping up spilled wine and crumbs left by the council. Her steps are careful, her gaze lowered as she works in silence. For a while, Tywin remains absorbed in his maps and missives, his brow furrowing slightly as he pores over the recent reports.

After a moment, Arya clears her throat softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “M’lord… she knows a lot about war, doesn’t she?” Her words are cautious, as though testing the waters, her gaze darting to him before quickly dropping back to her task.

Tywin doesn’t look up from the parchments, but there’s a faint shift in his expression—a glint of interest, perhaps. “Yes,” he replies, his tone curt but not dismissive. “Lady Y/N spent much of her youth in her father’s war councils. King Aerys saw value in her insight, though he was far too volatile to truly appreciate it.”

Arya nods, her fingers moving methodically as she wipes down the table, her curiosity piqued. “And later… she advised Prince Rhaegar, then?”

At this, Tywin finally looks up, his gaze sharpening as he studies the girl before him. He seems to regard her for a long moment, as if assessing whether her question holds any purpose beyond idle curiosity. “Indeed. She served as an advisor to her brother’s army. Rhaegar may have been an idealist, but even he recognized her strategic mind.”

Arya’s head dips slightly, though her attention is anything but idle. “You seem to know a lot about her, m’lord,” she remarks softly, her tone laced with feigned innocence. “Even… even her favorite dishes.”

Tywin’s expression remains impassive, though there’s a faint glint in his eye, one that suggests he’s well aware of her line of questioning. “One should always seek to understand those who hold influence,” he replies, his voice cool and measured. “A Targaryen princess, regardless of the circumstances, is not to be underestimated.”

Arya swallows, her fingers tightening briefly on the cloth. She can feel the weight of his words, the subtle claim in them, and it unsettles her. But she keeps her expression neutral, continuing her task with quiet precision.

“Lady Y/N seems… strong,” Arya says, her tone tentative, her gaze focused on a stubborn stain on the table. “For someone who’s had so much taken from her.”

Tywin’s gaze narrows, his eyes never leaving her as he considers her words. “Strength is born of necessity,” he says finally, his tone colder, his attention now fully on her. “And it’s a quality I value in those I align with.”

There’s a brief silence, during which Arya forces herself to keep her expression neutral, her focus on her work. She feels his gaze upon her, the weight of his scrutiny, and knows she’s treading a fine line. But her curiosity—and her loyalty to Lady Y/N—urges her on.

“She’s lucky, then,” Arya murmurs softly, a trace of irony in her voice. “To be aligned with someone who values strength.”

Tywin’s expression hardens, though there’s a glint of something almost amused in his gaze. “Luck has little to do with it,” he replies, his voice as sharp as steel. “She is here by design. And she will prove to be as valuable an ally as she is… intriguing.”

Arya’s jaw clenches, though she quickly looks away, disguising her reaction with another careful swipe of the cloth. She knows Tywin’s words mean more than they appear to on the surface; they are a reminder of his control, of the calculated game he’s playing with Lady Y/N as both pawn and prize.

“Be mindful, Ary,” Tywin says suddenly, his voice breaking through her thoughts, his gaze cold and piercing. “Curiosity is a dangerous trait, especially in one who serves. Some questions are best left unasked.”

Arya nods quickly, lowering her head to mask the spark of defiance in her eyes. “Yes, m’lord,” she murmurs, a dutiful response on her lips, though her mind churns with a thousand unspoken questions, each one as dangerous as the last.

With one final glance at her, Tywin returns to his maps, his attention once more absorbed in the intricacies of war. And Arya, with quiet steps and careful hands, finishes her task, her thoughts swirling as she retreats from the room, carrying with her a mixture of dread and resolve to act faster of getting you both out of here.

Arya slipped through the darkened corridors of Harrenhal, her footsteps quick and silent as a shadow. She moved with purpose, weaving her way past guards and servants, her mind racing as she thought of what she’d just heard. Lady Y/N—her friend, her sister in spirit—would soon be taken to King’s Landing, bound for a life under Tywin Lannister’s iron hand. Arya’s heart pounded with a sense of urgency, the realization that time was slipping away from her like sand through her fingers.

Finally, she found him near the armory, his figure half-hidden in the flickering torchlight, calm and composed as always. Jaqen H’ghar stood leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable, as if he were simply waiting for her to arrive.

“You’re in a hurry, little wolf,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying that soft, lilting quality that always seemed to unsettle her. “What has brought such haste?”

Arya skidded to a halt, catching her breath, her fists clenching with impatience. “There’s no time, Jaqen,” she hissed. “You need to act fast. I need to give you a name.”

Jaqen tilted his head, a faint, amused smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “A name, is it? And what does the little wolf wish this name to bring?”

Arya’s jaw tightened, her frustration bubbling up as she fought the urge to snap at him. “My friend, Y/N. They’re taking her to King’s Landing. Tywin plans to… he’s going to make her marry him, to use her, to control her. She’ll be trapped there, and I won’t be able to help her. You have to act now, before they leave.”

But Jaqen merely raised an eyebrow, his expression as calm as ever. “A girl speaks with much urgency,” he replied, his voice infuriatingly serene. “But a man does not act on haste alone. All things must be in their time.”

Arya felt her patience snapping, her fists clenching at her sides. “There isn’t time, Jaqen! If you don’t help, she’ll be gone, trapped in that city with Tywin Lannister. She doesn’t belong there!”

He looked at her with that unsettling gaze, his eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light. “A girl’s heart is fierce,” he murmured, almost as though he were speaking to himself. “But fierce hearts do not sway the gods. What is meant to happen will happen.”

Arya could feel her anger rising, her voice trembling with the intensity of it. “Are you just going to stand there? She’s going to be taken away, to be used, to be caged. And you… you’re standing here like you don’t care!”

Jaqen’s gaze softened, though his expression remained unreadable, detached. “A man cares more than a girl may know. But a man must wait for the right moment. Death is a gift, not a service rushed.”

Arya felt her breath catch, her fingers trembling. “She doesn’t deserve this,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “She was good to me. She’s the only one here who…” Her voice trailed off, emotion choking her words.

Jaqen studied her quietly, his gaze thoughtful, perhaps even empathetic. But he did not move, his posture relaxed, his tone infuriatingly patient. “A man does not rush the river, little wolf. All things flow as they must.”

Her patience finally snapped, and she stepped forward, her voice fierce. “Then do it now, Jaqen. Please. Do it for her.”

For a moment, silence stretched between them, thick with Arya’s desperation and Jaqen’s unyielding calm. Slowly, he reached out, placing a finger gently against her brow, just between her eyes.

“A girl’s heart burns like fire,” he murmured. “But remember, fire can be blinding.”

She swallowed, glaring up at him, feeling the helplessness and frustration boil within her. But Jaqen remained unmoved, his gaze steady as he watched her, his enigmatic smile playing at his lips. The weight of his presence, the mystique of his words, left her feeling raw and powerless, caught between her desire to save her friend and the reality that Jaqen would move only when he deemed the time right.

“Fine,” she muttered, her voice tight with anger and bitterness. “But if she’s gone, it’s on you.”

Jaqen inclined his head slightly, acknowledging her words without any change in expression. “As it must be, little wolf,” he said softly.

And with that, Arya turned sharply on her heel, storming back through the corridors, her heart heavy with frustration and fear, feeling as though every step was one closer to losing her only ally in this cursed place.

The chamber is silent, the flickering light from a single candle casting elongated shadows across the stone walls. You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the flickering flame, feeling the weight of the future bearing down on you like an unyielding storm. Tywin’s plans hang over you—dark, intricate, inescapable. A marriage, a life bound to Lannister legacy, stripped of the freedom you had once known, even in the cold North.

You sigh, leaning forward and resting your chin in your hands, your mind whirling with a mixture of resignation and defiance. Tywin thinks he’s won, that he’s ensnared you like one of his slaves, moving you as he pleases. But you are no slave. If this is to be your path, then you will find a way to survive, to turn whatever power Tywin gives you into something of your own. He might control your name and your titles, but he does not control your mind, your will.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, letting the quiet resolve fill the empty space within you. You will use this marriage, his so-called “protection,” to your advantage. You will learn the game Tywin plays so well, and when the time comes, you will prove that his choices may not be as secure as he believes.

The door creaks open, breaking your thoughts, and you turn, expecting to see one of the guards or attendants Tywin keeps so meticulously at his side. Instead, a familiar face peeks in, her small figure darting past the guard who stands at the threshold. Arya’s expression is careful, determined, as she slips inside, clutching a set of folded garments in her arms.

You rise, surprised, as she approaches, bowing her head slightly in a show of deference that’s entirely for the guard’s benefit. She unfolds the garments, holding up a dark riding outfit of fine, supple leather—a striking set designed for practicality, yet stitched with subtle golden thread, a clear mark of Lannister colors.

“Lord Tywin wants you to wear this when you travel to King’s Landing,” Arya murmurs, her voice low, her gaze meeting yours with a flash of something unspoken.

You nod, taking the attire from her hands. It feels heavier than it looks, the weight of it bearing down like an iron chain around your shoulders. “Thank you, Arya,” you say softly, keeping your tone even. You hope she can see the gratitude in your eyes, the silent plea for her safety.

As she begins to step back, Arya hesitates, glancing at the guard stationed by the door before leaning in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ll get you out,” she promises, her tone fierce and unwavering. “Me and my friends—we’re working on it. Don’t give up.”

Her words send a jolt through you, a mixture of hope and dread pooling in your chest. You shake your head slightly, fighting to keep your expression neutral, though your voice drops to a whisper as you reply. “Arya, you must be careful. This isn’t a game. If they suspect—”

“I know,” she interrupts, her expression hardening. “But I’m not leaving you behind. Not to him.” Her eyes are fierce, her jaw set in a way that reminds you of her father, of the strength she carries despite her small frame.

Before you can answer, the guard clears his throat, his impatience evident. Arya quickly steps back, casting one last determined glance your way before she turns and leaves the room. The door closes behind her, the heavy sound echoing in the silence, leaving you alone once more.

You let out a shaky breath, the hope she’s planted in you mingling with a deep sense of worry. She’s young, brave, but reckless. This is a dangerous game she’s playing, and if Tywin or his men discover even the slightest hint of her plans… you push the thought aside, forcing yourself to steady your breath.

Arya’s words linger, the spark of her determination warming the cold depths of your heart. She’s risking everything, her own safety, her own freedom, all to help you. And though a part of you wants to tell her to abandon the plan, to escape and find her own way to safety, you know that she won’t listen. She’s as steadfast as her father, as unyielding as the North itself.

You glance down at the riding attire in your hands, the Lannister colors woven into every stitch, a reminder of the cage Tywin has crafted around you. But beneath that heavy fabric, you feel a flicker of strength. Arya hasn’t given up on you, and you won’t give up on her. Whatever happens in King’s Landing, you’ll carry that promise with you.

[jazzcathaven]

When Tina Turner left her first husband - who was also her boss, captor, and brutal tormentor - she snuck out of their Dallas hotel room with a single thought in her mind: "The way out is through the door." From there she fled across the midnight freeway, semi-trucks careening past her, with 36 cents and a Mobil gas card in her pocket. As soon as she decided to walk out that door, she owned nothing else. When she filed for divorce, she made an unusual request. She didn't want anything: not the song rights, not the cars, not the houses, not the money. All she wanted was the stage name he gave her - Tina - and her married name - Turner. This was the name by which the world had come to know her, and keeping it was her only chance to salvage her career.

Things could have gone a lot of ways from there. She could have labored in obscurity for decades, maybe making records on small labels to be prized by vinyl connoisseurs in Portland. She could have stayed in Vegas, where she first went to get her chops back up, and worked as a nostalgia act. And, of course, given what she had been through, she might have ... not made it.

What happened instead is that Tina Turner became the biggest global rock star of the 80s. I'm old enough to barely remember this, but if you aren't, it was like this: The Rolling Stones would headline a stadium one day, and the next day it would be Tina Turner. A middle-aged Black woman - she became a rock star at 42! - sitting atop the 1980s like it was her throne. She managed this because of whatever rare stuff she was made of (this is a woman whose label gave her two weeks to record her solo debut, Private Dancer, which went five times platinum); because she decided to speak publicly about her abusive marriage and forge her own identity, and in doing so give hope and courage to countless women; and also because - in a perhaps unlikely twist for a girl from Nutbush, Tennessee - she had her practice of Soka Gakkai Nichiren Buddhism, to which she credited her survival. She remained devout until the end. Tina's second marriage - to her, her only marriage - was to Edwin Bach, a Swiss music executive 16 years her junior. Of him, she said, "Erwin, who is a force of nature in his own right, has never been the least bit intimidated by my career, my talents, or my fame.

"In 2016, after a barrage of health problems, Tina's kidneys began to fail. A Swiss citizen by then, she had started preparing for assisted suicide when her husband stepped in. According to Tina, he said, "He didn't want another woman, or another life." He gave her one of his kidneys, buying her the remainder of her time on this earth and perhaps closing a cycle which took her from a man who inflicted injury upon her to a man willing to inflict injury upon himself to save her from harm.

Born into a share-cropping family as Anna Mae Bullock in 1939, she died Tina Turner in a palatial Swiss estate: the queen of rock 'n roll; a storm of a performer with a wildcat-fierce voice; a dancer of visceral, spine-tingling potency and ability; a beauty for the ages; a survivor of terrible abuse and an advocate for others in similar situations; an author and actress; a devout Buddhist; a wife and mother; a human being of rare talent and perseverance who, through her transcendent brilliance, became a legend.

Credit: Will Stenberg

[maybeiwasjustjade]

This is the last time I’m gonna talk about this topic, mostly because it’s hiatus era and I would like to be able to write fics without outrightly bashing s2 Alicent, but I do think it needs to be said.

There’s nothing defendable in what Alicent did when she gave up her entire family on a silver platter for Rhaenyra.

So many takes about how we—the ones who found that scene abominable and abhorrent—misread the scene, or purposefully misinterpreted just to hate her; that what Alicent did was a good thing because it would have spared her entire family if only she let Aegon die. Giving up Criston and Gwayne’s location to be slaughtered (in what is most likely going to be Butcher’s Ball) wasn’t the intention; Alicent would never do that to her family and this was the only way to ensure survival en yada yada yada.

Yet the only person she said anything about saving was Helaena and Jaehaera, the latter of which is still continued to be dehumanized by no one referring to her as anything but ‘child’. Alicent put no thought towards Daeron—her innocent 16 year old son, who has done nothing—who was now joining a war that she started by declaring his brother king. Daeron, who’s flying alongside the Hightower army, in a war that will not end just because the Dowager Queen decided enough was enough. Who might die, and actually will die, before he ever sees his family again.

And even if she believes Rhaenyra executing Aegon would end the war (which it won’t), what made s2 Alicent think that the deaths would stop there?

A son for a son? Rhaenyra didn’t even remember that Jaehaerys had already been murdered for Luke. What made Alicent think that Rhaenyra would spare fucking Aemond of all people??? Aemond, who killed Luke and Rhaenys, who’s now Prince Regent because Aegon’s heir is dead? Who rides Vhagar, and would rather burn the world down than cleave to Rhaenyra? Who’s committed the majority of the crimes that make up Team Green? No, Aemond will have to die.

Daeron will have to die.

Jaehaerys, had he lived, would have to die anyway.

Maelor if he existed too.

Otto, Criston, Gwayne—all dead by virtue of being active participants and commanders in TG.

The only way Rhaenyra can claim that throne and ensure she can hold it is by eliminating the rival claimants, down to the youngest son.

That was something s1 Alicent knew, had raised her son on the belief they would die if their sister ascended, before the writers butchered her to a million pieces and left a caricature in her place. The claims go down son to son before it reaches daughters, which meant killing Aegon wouldn’t stop Rhaenyra’s troubles. She’d have to go after his sons and brothers too before the throne is legally hers.

There is no version of this story, where war has already started and a king crowned, that would end with little bloodshed beyond the death of said king.

In a different world, an argument could be made to spare some of them. If Rhaenyra had ascended untouched, then perhaps deals could’ve been made. Aegon would still have to die, I’d imagine. Take the Black at minimum, with Jaehaerys following in his footsteps as an adult or perhaps the Citadel. As long as Aegon’s line persisted, there would always be a chance of rebellion happening once Jace becomes king. So that whole line would have to be removed.

Aemond and Daeron would be less dangerous, but there would be little chance they’d be spared. The Black for Aemond, because I can’t see him agreeing to be a Kingsguard. Daeron would go to the Citadel without question. Jaehaera would either be married into the main line via Aegon III like in canon, or Rhaenyra would arrange for her to marry Jace to solidify his claim. He’d have a better claim through Jaehaera than Baela, after all.

And even then, that was still best case scenario. Worst case they’re all executed to protect Jace. Because Rhaenyra’s reign might somehow be mediocre and peaceful (really she has no makings of a great queen), but Jace’s will be a landmine. Between two legitimate brothers and no sisters to marry them to and trueborn cousins and uncles, Jace’s ascension was going to be a massive clusterfuck that would make the Dance look like a play.

[litnerdwrites]

Suddenly, the reasoning behind Nesta's sudden institutionalisation, and forced training, after waiting over a year to help her, makes perfect sense. No, it's not because Feyre sobbed into her eggs one morning or because they care about helping her.

It's because of the trove.

rainkatzanddogs on tiktok, put together a timeline for the SJM universe, and for each events, references which chapter (including bonus content) they take place in. I'll be referencing that in this post.

Feyre learned about Nesta's 500 gold marks spending spree one day before the start of ACOSF, right before Rhysand explains his plan. The one that Cassian believed he'd made a while back, given how detailed it was. The next day is when the intervention happens, and after that, Rhysand asks Cassian to look into the Human queens.

If he's asking Cassian to look into it at this point, then we can assume that he has reasonable evidence to suggest that they're doing something shady. By this point, according to the timeline, Baron has already made a deal with them, Eris' soldiers are under the Crowns control, and have been for a month. Meaning Briallyn has had the crown for longer than a month.

16 days after the start of ACOSF, they have the meeting where they use Elain to manipulate Nesta into searching for the trove.

I think it's reasonable to assume that the IC had some idea about the trove, and if not that specifically, than that magical items were being used by a death god and a cauldron made queen to control people. It would be naive to think they were completely ignorant of what was going on. Even by the time that first meeting takes place, they clearly have a decent level of knowledge on the trove, how to find it, and who's currently looking for it.

It isn't unreasonable to think that Rhys had some idea that they'd need Nesta to scry for them or to help them later on. So, he devised a plan where she trains, and works in the library so she'd be ready to help them when they need it.

She'd be prepped for missions due to her training.

She'd have ample time to research and study while in the library, even if she only shelves books, she'd know where to find the ones she needed to research whatever they asked of her,

And since her life would be in their hands, they could make her do anything without her arguing that she's a free citizen, because at this point, she isn't.

They used the guise of it being healing as a way to pitch the idea to Feyre and Elain, even though neither of them seemed to have an issue manipulating her into doing what they wanted, since they likely discussed the using Elain to convince her to scry, because Elain didn't seem to surprised when they didn't ask her to do it later, nor did she seem bothered when Nesta ended up doing it anyway. Hell, she literally came in to say she'd do it, got under Nesta's skin, and left without listening and/or contributing to the conversation anymore than that.

Cassian seemed hell bent on making her into a warrior from the moment they met, despite her wishes, and since he so blatantly doesn't care for her or her autonomy at all, he's obviously in, so he can get what he wants. A mate that's a warrior and his emotional punching bag to take out his insecurities on, but also has her own insecurities and traumas, so she'd never go against him and he could continue to flirt with Mor and (let's be real) Rhys without worrying about said mate having the strength to stand up to him.

It was never about helping Nesta, it was all a rouse to make her into a tool that was useful to them, with little risk. If she dies, she's no longer a problem for them, or anything to fear. If she lives, she's either contained forever, or heals into the perfect tool for them to use whenever they want. It's a win-win for Rhys and Cassian.

[moonlitstoriess]

Across the Universe-ch.3 (Fenrys x Reader)

Summary: Y/n has everything she needs in life. A family, friends, a safe place she calls home and most importantly a male whom she loves. What happens when it all changes when Y/n finds out about the betrayal of her lover and her so called family? Well, ending up in Terassen and in queen Aelin's court was not what she expected but what she will need to start her new journey full of surprises.

Warnings: Traumatic flashback, brief description of SA, abuse.

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A/n: Hey guys! Just a heads up, I gave a brief description of y/n here but nothing too specific as in the end, I want you to imagine yourselves in y/n's place. Hope you enjoy this :)))

Following the Illyrian traditions was very important. Submitting to the males wishes, their desires and orders, being a proper house maid was the future of almost every female unfortunate enough to be born in Illyria. This point was confirmed once more as she stood near the stove in the kitchen, silently humming to herself with the hopes of drowning out the ugly laughters of him and his male friends in the dining room, drinking and burying themselves in all the fat and gluttony.

"Y/n, sweetheart, come here!" There it was, that deceptively caring voice that only came out when he was so drunk that he could not even tell the difference between a goblet and a chamber pot, drinking ale from the latter and declaring it the finest vintage in all the realm.

She knew better than to argue or even think of putting up a fight.

When she entered the room, there were 3 other males with him, all smirking at her while greedily looking up and down her body with eyes that held hunger within them. At that moment, as he got up and went to lock the door behind her, y/n realized her fate. She wanted nothing more than to die right then and there.

"Sweetness, why don't you give us a show first?" one of them said, giving her a disgusting cruel smile that displayed his rotting, yellow teeth.

And so, as her 16 year old body was forcefully defiled all night long by these vile monsters, as her pleas fell on deaf ears, as they slapped and cut her up for their pleasure, y/n knew that hell would be kinder to her than Illyria and its males.

Y/n's eyes shot open as she immediately jumped up to a sitting position on the bed with a racing heart and a sweat covered body. It had been a while since these nightmares last happened to her. Visions of those horrible, dark times. They started coming back right when Azriel stopped sleeping with her. Now it seems that they have just gotten worse.

"Shhh, oh you poor child, you are safe now."

Y/n turned her head around to see an older female, with graying hair rubbing her back in comforting circles.

She did not have the energy to use her voice, so y/n whispered, "Who are you? Where am I?"

The woman smiled as she calmly explained, "My name is Isolde and I am one of the head royal healers. You are in the healing hut where I have been taking care of you for the past one day."

"I have been in this state for a whole day?"

"Yes. After you passed out, Aedion was meant to come find me but it seemed like Fenrys had a different plan. Oh, you should have seen him when he winnowed here. He was frantic! I never saw him so worried before. He laid you down here on the hut and only said 'Help her, please.' Then he winnowed again and left you here in my care. In the past day, her majesty queen Aelin and the lady Lysandra came down here twice to check up on you, but you were still unconscious."

Fenrys was worried about her? Of course he was worried. They were all worried because y/n is their captive and they could not have her dead before they got the information they needed out of her.

With a scoff, she turned her head around to inspect the room. There were two rows of beds here on each side of the wall and two circular windows at each end of the room. Multiple shelves and tables around the place contained all sorts of books, medications, and some kinds of herbs. The light coming from the afternoon sun cast a comforting glow around the room.

The healer got up and began to gently inspect y/n as she said, "Her majesty said to bring you to her once you were better again. There is a washroom just outside this door on the left and inside you will also find some clothes. Although it was quite challenging to find a shirt that would somehow go through your wings which is why I washed your old shirt and put it back there."

That is when y/n looked down and realized that she was wearing some sort of chest binds and underpants. Oh Cauldron boil her...they had to strip her naked? At her worried face the female replied with a knowing smile, "Yes, I saw your scars and burns but do not worry, I was the only one who changed your clothes so your secret shall go with me to my grave. I swear it."

Slightly embarassed, but grateful nonetheless, she nodded her head and wordlessly padded to the washroom. After washing up and changing into a fresh and comfortable set of brown pants, her old, long sleeved shirt, and new, knee high light brown boots, y/n left the washroom and followed the healer out towards wherever this queen wanted them to be at.

When Fenrys got word from Aelin that y/n was finally awake and that Isolde would bring her to the formal sitting room soon, he immediately raced through the woods in his wolf form to reach the palace in time. He did not know why or how but Fenrys was definetly feeling something unusual and foreign whenever he was around her.

He remembers how, two days ago when Rowan felt y/n's presence within Terassen's teritorry and sent him to investigate, Fenrys did not expect to be dumbfounded by this winged female lying unconscious on the ground. She was ethereal. Her gorgeous, soft hair that he suddenly felt like running his fingers through, her plump, full lips, gentle yet defined features that made her look like a work of art. But most importantly, her unique and breathtaking black wings that seemed to glitter under the sunlight.

And then, when he winnowed them to the formal meeting room, he felt her nervousness and wanted nothing more than to make her feel safe. It did not help that being right behind her meant that he could smell her delicious scent of jasmine and peach. He remembers how, when Rowan took y/n's air out, Fenrys had this sudden and animalistic urge to kill him. Rowan, his closest companion for so many centuries, suddenly became his number one enemy.

Lastly, when y/n fell unconscious again because of shock...Fenrys could not even understand his own actions. He was supposed to wait just like everyone else until Aedion called someone but...he could not stand there and watch her lie unmoving, so he immediately winnowed her to Isolde. Even though he did not visit y/n after that, he would unsuspiciously ask everyone for updates on her. He knew he should not care but, whatever this silly thing inside him was made him care for some foolish reason.

"So what if she fell unconscious? We still need to keep our eyes on her every move. If our assumptions are true, she is a stranger from a completely different world."

Lorcans voice brought Fenrys back from his thoughts as he watched his family argue over y/n and her fate. Lorcan and Elide arrived just this morning from Perranth after Aelin sent word to them.

"I agree. But she also did not seem like a big threat either. She looked quite shocked when she realized what was happening." Lysandra said while glaring at Lorcan.

"And? it all may have just been a part of her innocent act to reach whatever her goal is."

"Lorcan please calm down, we will se-" Elide was cut off by Lysandras voice.

"You really are a soulles creature then aren't you? Gods...She fell unconscious!! How do you act that out?" Lysandra was staring daggers at him.

"Lorcan is right. Unconscious or not, she is a threat to us for as long as she is in here."

"Really Rowan? I ca-"

"Alright that has been sufficient enough, you three." Aelin said as she gave a pointed look to her mate, Lysandra and Lorcan before continuing, "We won't know anything until we speak to her and that means, we also can not come to any conclusions until we get her side of the story. So either you act like rational beings and we interrogate her properly, or you can just leave the room right at this moment because I do not wish to deal with any additional headaches right now." Her queen side truly came out as those turquoise eyes looked harshly at everyone, including Fenrys, and especially at Lorcan.

But no one could say anything else because the doors opened and in walked Isolde with y/n behind her and Fenrys once again had this urge to be near her and protect her from the unavoidable interrogation that was about to happen. She had an indifferent facial expression on that could fool anyone else but not him. Because for some reason, Fenrys could scent her discomfort and curiosity as her eyes looked around the room.

Y/n noted that his room was different from the previous one. Because while the previous one had different colors, this one was covered in various shades of green starting with pale and ending with forest dark. The floor was covered in a beige and green floral patterned rug, in the center there was a small, circular, golden brown table and on each side of it there was a green couch with hints of silver in their patterns. There also was a white marble fireplace that was currently empty. Finally, on each side of the fireplace, there were two floor to ceiling windows that displayed the gardens outside.

The strangers from the other day were all here, some sitting on the couches while others were standing in the center, but there were also two new strangers that she did not recognize. The extremely tall, tan, muscled man with brown hair that reached his shoulders was not the type that could be overlooked. It was as if his presence always demanded attention. Not to mention the fact that those threatening dark eyes were currently staring at her. If looks could kill, y/n would already be dead. Next to him, was a very small, pale woman with dark black hair and the most adorable face. She was also staring at y/n, but unlike the intimidating beast next to her, she was smiling with genuine kindness.

And then there was Fenrys who was leaning against the wall near the window, staring at her. His arms were crossed which made the impressively large muscles under his white tunic bulge and that made her feel hot all over her body. But, she managed to reign in her feelings and stood stoic faced looking straight at the blond, blue eyed female who was now walking closer to y/n.

"Well, I hope you are feeling better now." The female said, standing face to face with her and assesing y/n with her eyes.

"I am, thanks to Isolde." Y/n turned her head sideways and gave the healer, who was standing next to the door, a small yet genuine smile which Isolde returned.

"Yes. Well, she is our head healer for a reason after all. Thank you Isolde, you may leave now."

Isolde did a small bow and then turned to leave. Once the door closed, Y/n's cold facial expression came back on while looking at the female before her and already mapping out her potential exits from the room. She managed find a small but sharp needle in the washroom so, that was her only weapon as her knife was taken from her when she was unconscious. It is not like y/n was sad about it anyways because that knife was gifted to her by Azriel for their 50th anniversary.

"Y/n, come sit. Don't worry no one is going to hurt you...yet." The blond said with a small smirk as if expecting her to be afraid.

But y/n had seen and been through worse situations when she was working for Rhysand and had to go on missions with Cassian or Azriel. Her name though, how did they kn- Oh, yes, well of course Fenrys told them. Y/n cursed herself for ever revealing her name to him and went to sit on the empty couch without showing an ounce of fear. They could interrogate her all they like but they could never break her.

When she saw the tatooed male opening his mouth to say something, she crossed her arms and said with an indifferent tone, "Shouldn't I know your names? I mean, I could refer to each of you by your hair colors like 'silver hair' or 'ugly brown hair'..." at that she gave a look at the tall brooding man and continued, "but I would really rather call you by your names."

The blond female fully smirked before saying, "My name is Aelin and I am the queen of this teritorry. The 'silver hair' is prince consort Rowan and my mate."

"My name is Elide and I am the lady of Perranth" the small woman said while smiling sweetly at y/n before pointing to the still angry-looking giant beside her and saying, "he is my husband, Lorcan. Please do not be afraid of him he is just-"

"Acting like a baby? Do not worry Elide I am not afraid of men that seem threatened by my presence. It adds to my ego and confidence." Y/n said with a smirk as Lorcan got visibly angrier at her while someone on the other side of the room let out a small chuckle.

Aelin was full on smiling when y/n heard another voice, "Finally! Someone who can put Lorcan in his place. My name is Lysandra by the way" the brown eyed female said with a wink. Lastly, leaning against the couch was Aelin's look a like who, with cold eyes that were assesing her said, "Aedion." It seems like all the males here hate her. Well, how fantastic!

"And that is Fenrys, whom I believe you are already acquinted with." Aelin said, gesturing to him. Fenrys, still stuck to his place by the wall, only gave her a quick and wordless nod before looking away.

Rowan sat on the couch facing her and said, "Now, since we cleared that up, y/n, tell us where you are from."

Y/n sighed before telling them about her world, but still keeping some information hidden from them. She told them about the different courts, the type of fae, of Illyria and her wings, the mortal lands and the wars.

When she was finished, they each had different facial expressions while processing what y/n just said. Aedion, seemingly the only one to quickly gather his thoughts asked, "Then, in your world...Prythian? there are many who like you, have wings."

She nodded before saying, "Yes, these wings are specific to Illyria. Those who are from there have these black, bat-like wings. But there also are those with white, feathery wings. For instance, in the Dawn court. Those are called Peregryn."

Rowan asked her next, "And the Night court is where you work?"

"Worked. I was there for 52 years serving its High lord. But then...let's just say I was betrayed. In fact, I was packing my things and getting ready to leave right before I ended up here."

"So you just suddenly ended up here?" Elide asked curiously from her place on the couch right next to Lorcan who had one hand within reach of his knife and the other on Elide's waist. Y/n smirked, he thinks he is so slick but she has already memorized the ways of those like him. Always ready to attack. Which, if he does dare to attempt, the long and sharp needle in her pocket will find its way quicker to his throat than the knife in his hand will reach her.

"No, while I was getting ready to leave, I heard a voice calling me. I did not understand what it was saying and then, I got this deep urge within me to go find its source. So I flew to where it was and found that it was the Book of Breathings that was calling me all along."

At their puzzled faces, y/n asked, "You do know about the Book of Breathings, yes?"

Lysandra and Aelin exchanged a confused yet slightly alarmed look before the former asked, "Should we be aware of it?"

Oh, they definetly had no idea. With no other choices left, y/n explained all about the 3 objects of the Trove, how they managed to gather them, or rather how Nesta managed to gather them, and finally about the Book of Breathings.

Aelin, still seemingly deep in thought said, "That is how you won your war then."

"Well, we also had the upper hand because there were 3 of the most ancient beings, Gods of a sort, fighting on our side. My at the time high lady and high lord made deals with them in order to make them fight for us."

At that, Aelin scoffed, "How fortunate that the Gods in your world atleast agreed to aid you in your wars."

At y/n's puzzled look, Aedion smirked as he said, "My cousin killed the Gods of our world. One of her many titles is Godskiller."

To say y/n was shocked would be an understatement "How? I mean...how do you just manage to kill the Gods? How is that possible?"

Everyone in the room apart for y/n shared a look before Rowan said, "You told us about your world, it is only fair that we tell you about ours."

And so, they all,except Lorcan because he is still a brooding child, took part in explaining her all about their world. They told her about Wyrdgates, Valgs, the king of Adarlan, the Wyrdkeys, the Iron Witches and their matrons, their Wyverns, Maeve, Erawan, the war at Orynth, how Aelin managed to close the gates with her powers, and lastly, about the sacrifice of the Blackbeak witches that gave the upper hand for them to win the final battle. This all happened 3 years ago. It was clear that they left out quite a few things and by the stern looks Aelin was sometimes giving to them, it was about her but y/n did not blame them. After all, she also left out information about how the Night court or any other court in Prythian works, what is Velaris and what was her position at court, how skilled she is at war or just fighting in general, her age, Amarantha's 50 year reign and most definetly, her past.

Y/n had never heard so many shocking revelations at once. What on earth did they go through? So many innocents were being forced to wear chockers or rings with whatever those demons were? The fae of Erilea were definetly different from those in Prythian. But what spiked her curiosity the most, was the information she got on the Ironteeth, Blackbeak witches. Apparently, her wings were similar to those of their Wyverns and from what they told her, y/n felt like she would get along well with them.

She turned her head towards Aelin and asked, "So, now you have no powers left?"

Aelin sighed and came down to sit next to her, which made Rowan immediately come to stand right behind her at the edge of the sofa, watching y/n with a gaze that dared her to even try doing something to his mate and queen. Y/n genuinely smiled, how impressive (and romantic) that he loves and protects her so much.

"Well, I gave most of it away but, there is still a little bit left in me. Not large enough to burn down a forest or create a fire wall but, enough to still remind me of my roots."

Nodding, y/n turned her head to everyone else, landing her gaze on Fenrys, while asking no one in particular, "What powers do the rest of you have? I know silver hair over there has some air power that can take the breath out of your body but...what about the rest of you?"

Lorcan scoffed, "Who do you think you are-"

"Shapeshifting. I can shift into any form of living being." Lysandra cut in after giving Lorcan a death stare. Y/n smirked, she liked this female very much.

After everyone, except for well...of course Lorcan and Elide said what their powers were, y/n noticed how Fenrys never once opened his mouth during this entire process, preferring to stare at her from his spot near the window.

So, she asked him, "Fenry-"

But he cut her off, "Lorcan is right. You are in no position to ask us of anything. Better you shut up than ask things that are of no concern to you. My powers are known to those that need to know of it." and with that, he stalked towards the doors and left the room.

Lorcan was smirking until Elide jabbed him with her elbow, Rowan, surprisingly, did not seem happy and Aedion had an unreadable expression. Y/n thought that maybe just maybe Fenrys would not be against her but...it truly seems like she is the number one enemy of all the males here.

Aelin let out a small cough that drew y/n's attention from the door and told her with an uncertain smile, "You...could stay in the palace, I will have a guest bedroom arranged for you if you wish. And while you're here, we could look into this whole matter of gates and help you find a way on how to get you home."

"Oh no I really should start looking for a way to leave, and besides, your males do not seem to want me he-"

"Finally, something we can agr-"

"No." Elide said, cutting of her husband and then looking at y/n, "The males can go and brood for as long as they like but you are a stranger to our world which means out there you won't find anything. Your best chance is here, within the palace walls."

"Bu-"

"I command it as the queen."

"You are not my queen."

"But you are standing on my grounds and that means, whatever I say is law."

Aelin and y/n stared at one another, unflinching, holding each others gaze before y/n finally said, "Alright!"

Aelin smiled, before saying, "Ladies, shall we escort our guest to her bed chambers?"

Lysandra and Elide both stood which caused their husbands to immediately hug them as if they are newborn babies who could not stand being away from their mother. Y/n's heart ached because that was how Azriel was with her once. What was he doing now? Was he worried for her? She doubted it.

Aelin placed her hand on y/n's shoulder to bring her back to reality, as she softly said, "Come"

When the queen and her two ladies led her to her room, y/n's shock was written all over her face but she did not care. She has lived in and seen luxury for quite a large span of her life now, but not even her bedchambers at Velaris or the ones at Dawn court could ever come close to this.

The room was medium sized which added to its comfort. On the right side of the wall, was a large bed with a golden headboard, pale pink or almost white covers and white, see through curtains hanging above. Next to it, was a small, beige nightstand that had a small vase full of daisies, lilacs and a candle that stood on a small golden holder. Opposite to the bed, on the left side of the wall, was a white table with golden designs around the corners that held a large mirror, various beauty products and a singular vase full of white roses. Right next to it, was a white door which Aelin said leads to the washroom and beyond that, the large wardrobe. In front of it was a small, soft, white chair with golden stag figures over it. In the middle of the room, was a small, low, cream colored rectangular table and next to it, were two light gold lounge chairs. Behind the table and the chairs, was one large floor to ceiling window that was covered by, again, white see through curtains and beyond that, it seemed that there was a balcony that overlooked the vast expanse of this territory. The floor was covered in a large, white rug with pale pink and gold designs all over it. The room smelled of roses, vanilla, and other lovely citrusy scents.

"Aelin, I am so glad you listened to me when I said that we needed to have a feminine guest room for our female visitors." Elide said, gazing lovingly into the room.

"One of the best rooms in the West wing." Lysandra said before winking at y/n.

"Get some rest, I shall have food delivered to you and we can begin tomorrow."

Y/n gave a small thankful nod, but before she could say anything else, a messenger with black hair and gray eyes came into the room, bowed to Aelin and said with a small smirk, "Your message was received. King Dorian can't come now which is why Chaol and Yrene are on their way."

Aelin smiled and said, "Thank you Nox, what about Manon?"

"The queen of witches has not replied yet but it seems she has a lot to do in her kingdom. After all, she has to share it. My guess is that she and Dorian will come together."

"Ah those two, I am counting down the days till I hear of their union." Lysandra said while shaking her head.

When Nox saw y/n, he swept his gaze all over her, smirked even bigger than before, before bowing to Aelin and exiting the room.

Aelin, who saw the whole thing, just smiled shaking her head and said, "Nox Owens. He is...we have been friends ever since I was 18 and now he is my main messenger."

Elide took Aelin and Lysandra's hand and led them towards the door but not before saying, "Good night y/n! See you tomorrow."

And as y/n got ready for bed and ate her food, all alone in this foreign place, she wondered what her future held for her and how she would get home.

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[blessedbygookim]

The Queen Of Busan.

Part one: the meeting.

Part two: defeated.

Part three: years.

16 year old Gun and Goo getting they asses whooped.

It must be done by someone. Sorry, not sorry.

That meeting happened one week ago.

Since then, they did some digging, although not finding out much. Her last name is unknown, so is where she is from originally and so her fighting prowess, which wasn't just a pain in the ass, but also unfortunate, adding to the mystery of the girl.

All they found out, is that she’s is 19 years old, same age as Sinu Han, meaning she is a part of the first generation.

Now they both sit in front of Charles Choi, in the rundown shack that he has been hiding at for a good while now. Gun is sitting in a pretzel, back straightened with his usual seriousness, and Goo is slightly slouched over in a more relaxed manner.

"So the strongest person in Busan is a woman... and she refused to join the Four Major Crews?"

Charles asks as his eyes dart between both younger man.

Gun sighs, finally speaking up as he rubs his temples, the memory of the meeting still giving him a headache.

"Not only that: she outright refused to help us in any way, shape, or form. I guess we're gonna have to try and find another business to extort."

Goo nods his head, remembering how his shot was shut down so fast.

Yes, that was his biggest concern.

His eyes dart between Charles and his partner as they speak. There is a tinge of disappointment stirring up in his chest, she could've been a fantastic asset to the crew with her smarts and charm.

And money, of course.

"Might I add, she seems to have taken some of Big Deal's territory under her control as well in the meantime. She seems surprisingly influential in the country as a whole, like scattered bubbles rising on surface, popping up everywhere. I wouldn't be surprised if she started taking over more businesses in the meanwhile."

Gun continues his train of thought.

"Jake Kim, and her have made an alliance and she's helping Big Deal and its street... so in a sense she is working for us... Not directly, but she is of help... she seems to have a soft spot for Big Deal, you can't deny her abilities and influence."

Goo thinks over Gun's words as he speaks, unable to argue with his logic in that regard. He sighs as he places a hand on his hip, his other hand pushing his glasses up slightly.

Maybe the reason why she gets along so well with Jake and the Big Deal members...well, with most; because eventually her goals and their goals are the same.

Protect.

Big Deal is the epitome of being a family, filled with passion. No wonder how well she gets along with them, and took it upon herself out of the goodness of her own heart to help them run their businesses on Big Deal's street.

"If her soft spot gives us a loophole from which we can exploit, I don't have a problem with her having a soft spot for Big Deal. That just makes it easier for us to take advantage of.”

Gun concludes, shrugging his shoulders slightly as he speaks, looking over at Charles expectantly.

Still, Charles lets out a small grunt.

"Even if she's in an alliance with Big Deal, and as much as their sales went up, one single business of hers in Busan makes 3 times more than Big Deal alone. We need her businesses."

When Charles says his thoughts out loud, Gun can't help but have his eye twitch slightly, his eyebrow raising at his words. Both knowing exactly what Charles is saying but still having the same thoughts they've had before: this Nova woman is not making their job easy by any means.

"As beneficial as having her businesses for you would be, you've heard how quickly she shut us down. The woman said herself that she wanted to remain uninvolved in anything relating to either or any of us. It would take a miracle if she is somehow convinced to cooperate with us in any way."

Goo lets out an agreeing groan, nodding in agreement with his partner.

"Before I make a decision, tell me more about this woman."

Charles utters as he looks off, pondering, ready to hear what they know so far of Nova.

Both of them sigh and cross their arms, their faces giving off an air of disappointment and irritation.

"All we were able to get from what research we did and since the brief meeting we had with her was her age: 19, her place of birth: unknown, and so is her last name."

Gun lists off as he closes his eyes momentarily, his voice carrying an irritated tone to it as he speaks.

“She's literally running dozens of businesses with a perfect 0% corruption rate. She's also incredibly smart and charismatic, her charisma and kindness alone is already enough to make anyone obey her immediately."

Goo continues with a tone more carefree, perhaps a little more boastful than intended.

"Zero corruption, no shady business practices... a kind person in a world of grime..."

Charles repeats his words, trailing off as he visibly ponders, rubbing his bearded chin.

"A gentle heart like hers won't survive for too long in this world. We should teach her that lesson sooner rather than later."

Gun can't help the small, sadistic chuckle he lets out at Charles' words, his mood instantly shifting into amusement as soon as he hears the other man's plans. He always admired when Charles had his ruthless tendencies come out, it always was interesting to see.

"Especially since she's the Queen of Busan. Who would've thought someone her age would be able to take over such a large city on their own? It's both hilarious and admirable at the same time really."

Goo immediately frowns again as he hears Charles and Gun say such things, he's not afraid to admit it but he genuinely feels protective of this woman now.

"I don't know how you plan to teach a woman like that a lesson in this world, she's like an absolute angel of light. You can see in her eyes just how kind she truly is, we should really be careful before she shows us how dark she can be behind that bright exterior.”

To his words, Charles sends Goo an empty stare, and Gun nudges him softly with his shoulder.

"Joongoo, you should drop your personal feelings towards the girl. This is only business."

They were both all about business and raking in the money, empathy had no place in their plans. In the world of HNH group, there is no such thing as kindness, there isn't any place for a soft soul here. Even though from a moral standpoint Gun also happened to take a liking to the girl, his loyalty towards Charles Choi was still far greater.

But Goo will make sure to keep her in his thoughts regarding his own future.

Charles' words and the way both he and Gun look at him make him let out a defeated sigh, a hand rubbing his hair in frustration.

"Fine... you guys win, I'll try to keep my thoughts on her to a minimum. Doesn't change the fact that she's absolutely perfect though, the way she could've easily won that fight in the restaurant, the way she stood up to both of us... I guess it's hard for me to not be slightly entranced by her."

Goo admits with a slight shrug.

This was expected from him, all Gun can do is mentally roll his eyes.

"Enlighten me on her fighting prowess then.”

As that question slips from the man's mouth, both of the boys glance at each other.

Even as Gun remembers back at how taken aback he felt when she managed to throw a fork perfectly aimed at his eye and how it pierced his sunglasses, he cannot help but shiver at the sheer agility she displayed out of nowhere in that moment. But other than her terrifying aura in that moment and her precision, and speed, not much else is known. It's really a mystery how this 19 year old woman became who she is.

Goo’s eyes light up the very second Charles asks what her fighting prowess is, smile widening with excitement as he really has been itching to start talking about just how insanely talented Nova really is. He starts off almost before Charles had even finished in asking his question.

"Her precision, agility, and speed are on a whole other level. A normal human shouldn't even be able to accomplish a fraction of what she's capable of. It’s safe to say to admit that she might be on the same level as Gun and I."

Goo was nothing further than ecstatic, having a free opportunity to flap his guns.

“She whipped a fork at him and it pierced right through his sunglasses, but just enough to not actually pierce his eyes. She seems to have the speed and agility of a cheetah while having the precision of a sniper. She's a true, perfect masterpiece in a woman's body."

Charles ponders for another minute, humming once to himself as he shifts his eyes back on the two in front of him.

"So she's quick... but speed is nothing if she doesn't have the power. I will send a crew to ransack some of her businesses."

Goo can't help but feel iffy about the situation, he felt a strange feeling welling inside him as Charles says that. But ultimately, he isn't surprised by his plan. He had been a part of so many of Charles' plans over time, so it was no surprise to him that his plan to get Nova to cooperate involved violence. His face immediately goes neutral again as he remembers that there is no place for empathy here. It was all about business and profits for this organization and they couldn't let this woman get in their way of that. Or is how he tried to soothe his nerves with.

While Gun's face hardens, he nods his head. They both know what the outcome of all this will be in that regard.

"That would be wise, her businesses would be completely defenseless. Even if fast, speed is nothing if it doesn't have the power backing it."

So sending a few men he did. An hour and a half passed since then, and there was still no update about how it all has progressed.

Goo fiddles with his thumb with his lips pursed as he sits on a bench. Eyes casted on the pavement as they're now outside of the house, as Gun smoked a cigarette.

"I've never been so conflicted about something like such before...”

Goo mutters out, glancing at Gun who seemed as unbothered as ever.

Though Goo's words made him wonder what was really going on here. Was Goo getting soft on them? Or was his loyalty to the organization getting less and less? He didn't have the answer to that but one thing was for sure, he needed to shut Goo up before he started acting too soft.

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting now? I can literally hear you overthinking it. You aren't actually soft for her, right?"

Gun questions with a slight tone of menace, taking another exhale of his cigarette as he gives him a hard look, his eyebrow rising just slightly.

"... I don't know...or at least I don't think so." Goo shrugs, his mind for sure running marathons. "I know we've also done the same with countless businesses all throughout South-Korea without any remorse and whatsoever... this is the first time I feel like we wronged the nicest person in the worst way possible."

Gun was starting to get a little worried now, Goo was beginning to let his feelings influence him. It was only natural since this woman was so kind and empathetic, but that kind of quality was not welcome in the world of gangs. If he let this get to him anymore, he could very well turn against them. He didn't want to have to deal with dealing with Goo's betrayal as well. This is honestly starting to get ridiculous to him, he's never seen his partner get so upset over something like this before.

"It was inevitable that we were going to have to do that. You already know that her kindness wouldn't keep her alive in this world, so I don't know what you're so worried about. It's nothing we haven't done to anyone else before."

Goo lets out an exhausted sigh as he leans back on the bench, staring up at the sky.

"I just have a bad feeling about this, is all..."

Gun's eyebrow raises slightly, slowly raising a hand and rubbing the bridge of his nose as he just lets out a groan of frustration.

"Listen, I've been working with you long enough now to know when you get these ‘bad feelings’ about stuff. If you're worried then we'll just go over there ourselves, how about that? If we deal with some of the trouble on our own, it might get that bad feeling out of your system and get you to calm down again."

"Fine..."

The blonde mutters out with a slight pout, sitting up slowly.

As soon as Gun finished his tangent, is the same moment he gets a message to get back in. His expression lights up as he hears that they finally have an update, him reaching down and stomping his cigarette into oblivion with his hand as he looks over at Goo with a confident look on his face.

"We have updates on the situation. Come on."

As he speaks, Gun looks over at Goo for just a small moment before he turns back around and starts walking and Goo follows with a crease between his eyebrows..

The crease between his eyebrows deepen even more when they step foot into the office. Gun is getting a little worried, he has never seen his boss so puzzled and taken aback in a good while. They could tell by his facial expressions, and the uneasy atmosphere as well with the tension now rising up in the room.

"The men I have sent have been defeated in every bar, store and establishment of hers. None of my men could return."

Once they hear those words from Charles, their eyes both widen in disbelief and shock. Both of them stare at the older man in disbelief as the two of them stand with dumbfounded looks on their faces.

"You're saying... nobody came back?"

Gun questions slowly, blinking slowly at Charles as he lets what he had just said sink in, his eyebrow raising in complete bewilderment as does Goo's, hardly able to suppress the smirk that was threatening to stretch out on his face.

"Her men has single handedly defeated all and everyone... and apparently it was her alone who took out my most skilled men by herself... Not only her men are skilled, but so is she. I did not expect that at all."

Charles mutters out with a groan. Eyes closing with his brows knitted together, clearly frustrated at the turn of events, and the smirk now fully lifted both corners of his lips when he hears the news that it was Nova that did all that, but Gun's expression looks much less enthusiastic.

"That’s sounds unbelievable.."

Gun mumbles out with a baffled look on his face, his shoulders rising as he gives Charles a look of shock, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Either way, desperate times call for desperate measures." Charles responds, eyes opening with a furious glint in them. "I will send the two of you and a few more men to dissect the whole of her businesses in the city. Attacking from all and every angles. Your main target is Nova. Finish the job for me, and make sure to break that woman in so she has no other choice but to oblige."

The two boys were monsters for a reason. The best of the best, if not the best, among all of the Ten Geniuses as of yet. The two of them should have no problem taking down one single person so she has no choice to bend to their will at the end.

As soon as Charles's words finish, Goo's face pales slightly as he looks over at Gun beside him, the two of them staring at each other for just a moment as they absorb the message that Charles had just given them.

"We got it, we won't let you down, Sir..."

Goo replies calmly, the two of them giving Charles a calm, collected look, his words sounding far too calm for the situation that they had been handed.

"Go now. I believe the two of you should be able to handle her. The other men I have sent are already in Busan. If everything goes as planned this time, it will only be her left.”

Both of the boys give a single nod of understanding to the instructions, and with that they both walk out of the room without another word, leaving Charles alone as they go get prepared for their trip to Busan.

"Alright, looks like we're headed back to Busan."

Goo comments as he looks over at Gun, a slight smirk on his face.

"You seem way too excited to see her even under these circumstances..."

Gun comments, eyeing him suspiciously, but shakes his head softly at the end.

Even though Goo is somewhat excited, he can't help but feel a ripple of fear run through him. As much as he had some personal feelings for the girl, her skills were still unknown.

The blonde just grins even more when Gun remarks about how excited he looks to see Nova again, him just giving the other a playful roll of the eyes in response.

"Hey, you know me, I like strong women. And a woman like her? Well, she's a whole other level of powerful... and a whole lot sexier too-"

"Whatever, just make sure you focus. Idiot."

He lets out a laugh, the tension melting away as they begin to focus on what they need to do instead of their emotions.

Maybe an hour later as they arrive in Busan, the atmosphere certainly doesn't feel as welcoming as the last time.

There is a certain tension in the air all around, the clouds are more gray, and the streets are eerily empty.

"Why did you bring a katana...?"

Gun asks Goo, spotting the weapon on his back in its sheath.

The latter just smiles when the questions is thrown his way, a smug look on his face.

"What? I wanted to make sure I'm extremely well equipped. Plus, I'm a man of style, and what's even more stylish than a Katana, right?”

He says in his usual, laid-back tone, his eyes filled with glee and excitement as they approach Nova's buildings.

"You're annoying.." Gun rolls his eyes at that as they keep walking through the streets, muttering under his breath.- "It's just a girl going on a rampage anyway... nothing more, nothing less."

Perhaps his own delusions will also calm his own discomfort as well about the situation. If only he knew what they were really in for, he'd have probably been much less dismissive.

"You said it, White Ghost. Just a simple girl on a rampage, nothing to worry about, right?~"

Goo chuckles out, his pace remaining steady as he walks along beside Gun, giving him a laid-back look as the two of them approach Nova's buildings. Gun's words actually got his nerves to calm down a little bit, if he started to think of her as just a woman then it would be easier to deal with her…But that woman is far from just a normal woman, even if Gun doesn't believe that she is, he did.

They remain mostly silent for the rest of the walk, as they approach their first location. The bars and establishments were all filled with all Charles' men taken out. Bodies upon bodies, the eerie smell of blood a little too strong for their likings. Goo noticed a pattern with all of the locations they went to so far, it was the same thing everywhere. The whole location would look trashed, bodies lying around, and yet the woman herself was no where to be found.

"God damn... this isn't just rampage, but a straight up massacre..."

Goo exclaims softly, nose pinched together as he nudges a body with his foot

"It's a damn bloodbath..."

Gun mutters out, looking around the room at all the men sprawled on the ground, their bodies looking beaten into a pulp as his expression darkens slightly at the sight of it all.

"It might be a good idea if we stick together, this chick isn't someone to mess with alone. We need to stay together at all times if we don't wanna end up like these guys are."

"Yeah, let's leave now, it smells like straight up death in here..."

Goo mutters out a response, leaving the establishment first.

Until nothing else but the restaurant where they first met a week ago remain.

The moment they enter the street, is the moment it all becomes so real.

Trails of blood scattered all around the road and pavement. Bodies mutelated, mauled, Goo swears he just saw a body torn in half from the jaw down. A cold shiver creeps up their necks, especially when their eyes land on the person they have been looking for all along.

Standing in the sea of bodies is Nova. White dress stained with blood, hands covered in the same crimson substance up to her elbows, skin and flesh under her nails. Hair disheveled, an eerily blank face paired with a blood thirsty gaze as her eyes glow luminously white. Barefoot as she stands, emitting nothing but a pressuring aura.

"Well... isn't she beautiful?"

Goo remarks, his eyes locked onto her just a few feet away, a smirk forming on his face as he looks at her blank expression combined with the blood- thirsty look in her glowing white eyes.

...is he dumb?

"You did... all of this?"

Gun aims his question towards the woman, who slowly turns her head towards their direction.

Goo's heart almost drops right out of his asshole, smirk faltering lightly.

She definitely wasn’t as happy to see them again as he was..

She lets out a long exhale, breath so warm the fog of it filters visibility into the frigid air... and it wasn't even winter time.

“So it was you two behind this all along... huh?..”

She asks, tone empty. Monotone, no hint of emotions in her words, but the way she was practically staring at Gun like he was a prey about to be hunted down, told them more than enough

"Guilty as charged.~"

Goo replies with a chuckle, his smirk still plastered on his face as he looks at the girl, a gleeful tone in his voice. Gun looks just as confident, staring at Nova.

"Don't take this personally, it's nothing but business."

Gun states firmly, his eyebrow raising slightly as he keeps his expression calm, his hand slowly moving to grab a pack of cigarettes.

He could barely take the pack out of his pocket, his eyes widening. As the last syllable leaves his lips is the same moment she lunges towards him like a catapult. Arms extended, nails looking like they're about to tear him into shreds.

Gun barely manages to dive away just as she reaches him, rolling over the ground before he looks up at her once again, his eyes flashing with both surprise and amusement as she skids away slightly, nails digging into the concrete, ploughing it up.

"Oh, that was fast..."

He mutters under his breath as he pushes himself up to his feet, his eyes locked on her with a determined gaze.

"Fast?? It was like she teleported the fuck??"

Goo was horrified by the speed she moved with and it almost got him shocked into not knowing what to do next.

While still on the ground, she digs her limbs into the pavement to use as leverage to catapult a flying split kick used in Kyokushin Karate to send a heavy blow towards Goo this time as she flips with her leg extended.

Taken aback by the sheer velocity that simple kick had, he manages to block it above his head with his arms crossed, making him grimace, he for sure hasn't felt a blow this heavy, in a long while.

He for sure felt and heard his bones crack, a hiss of pain escaping his lips while he grimaces slightly, giving Nova a look of disbelief.

"That actually hurt..."

He mutters softly to himself, his eyes remaining locked on her even as he takes a step back, trying to ignore the pain in his arms as Gun suddenly takes a step towards Nova, trying to land a punch at her from behind.

While foot still printed hard against the blonde's arm, the other top of her feet lock behind Gun's head after he is in closer proximity, she now uses them as a lunch pad to push herself away, not just dodging his punch, but in the mean time making them headbutt each other. Hard.

Letting out a shout of pain in unison as they both smash their heads into each other, their faces colliding in a brutal collision as they both stagger back, a pained look on both of their faces.

"God damn it...."

Goo mutters under his breath as he holds his head in his hands, Gun doing the same as he slowly wipes the small trickle of blood flowing from his nose.

Charging at her the same time, their fight continues.

Unfortunately to them, one sidedly for the most duration of the time.

Neither of them seen someone who has so many martial arts abilities, skills and techniques under their belts. Some they haven't even experienced before.

Sheer power and skills blending perfectly. Speed almost teleportational, countless times disappearing out of their peripheral visions just to appear right behind them, and send such blows that stung like needles, or were heavy like tons of weight were just dropped on them. Every move is impossible to expect and predict, every move she makes sends shivers down their spine.

It was like she was the perfect mix of all the fighters they have since met, be it in the second or first generation.

"DUDE JUST LAND A PUNCH!"

Goo exclaims in a hastily manner, in the midst of throwing his own heavy blow, only for his wrist to be grabbed, his own flow of power be turned against him as she makes him eat hard concrete, the pavement denting under him, almost swallowing him up whole.

"I'm trying!!"

Gun shouts loudly, his voice filled with a mix of both impatience and frustration, his expression desperate as he tries to come up with some sort of a plan.

Deciding to just straight up go for it, at this time not really having even a second to spare, and throws a straight blow her way, it was scary, with how much ease she evades it, almost like flowing with the air.

“Leave.”

She speaks as takes a very firm hold of them both, flipping them in the air and slam them back down into the pavement by their throats.

“Leave Busan and never return.”

Hoisting them up in the air in the midst of their concussion, not even giving them a chance to recover, kicking them both down once again like a soccer ball, Gun flying right into a brick wall, and Goo eats concrete once again a few feet away.

“This is my city.”

Both men lay motionless on the ground, clearly beaten, still for several moments, trying to process and recover from the beating they've just received, before eventually Gun lifts his head up a bit, a pained but satisfied expression on his face as he pushes himself up onto his knees.

"Damn... I don't think... I've ever been beaten like that..."

He mutters softly, his breath coming out in labored puffs with a wide smile, the pain making it hard for him to form a coherent thought, other than knowing it felt exhilarating.

She's far beyond human at this point, she isn't someone to be underestimated at all.

While taking steps closer to Gun specifically, the only thing he can do at this point is just to watch her near, and attack when the time is right.

“I will not let you destroy what I have created.”

She utters out flatly, a hand inching towards Gun's face slowly.

“Cool eyes... mind if I take them as souvenirs?”

A look of disbelief and horror appear on Gun's face the moment he hears those words, his eyes widening slightly as he hears Nova's intentions. It's clear that both of them have never met someone stronger than them until now, never even considered such a possibility before this moment. Without much time to react, Gun tries to dodge back, but she's too fast, her hand grabbing his face in one quick, swift, almost instantaneous move.

He sits knees on the ground, jaw almost breaking in her grasp,looking at her like she's some kind of otherworldly monster, as he starts to wonder if he will even be able to hold out any longer.

This was a feeling neither of them were used to at all. Gun had never truly experienced fear like this before from a fight with someone, he always knew that no matter what he could always win. He always had such confidence that he would always win, but this time he was genuinely afraid. She didn't just overpower them. This time, they were completely outmatched. They were the prey and she was the predator in this situation. In that moment, all the cockiness and arrogance he usually possessed was gone, replaced with pure dread. This wasn't just a girl on a rampage, she was a monster.

Meanwhile, Goo, although going in an out of consciousness, and through gritted teeth as he already feels all and every bone in his body broken, the moment he notices the woman standing above Gun's body, is the same moment in a blink of an eye, he rushes forward.

Katana pulled out of its case, a deadly glint in his eyes as he makes one swift moment, stabbing the girl right through her abdomen from the front as he now suddenly stands behind Gun.

Perhaps his katana and swordsmanship actually came into good use.

For a moment, it looked as though Goo had managed to land a decisive blow...

But her expression made it clear. She wasn't even phased by it, her face remaining as blank and expressionless as ever as she simply turns her head to look back down at Goo, who was now staring back up at her in shock and disbelief.

"Oh... I am so fucked."

Are his only words as she takes a step forward.

Yes, forward.

While the blade still piercing right through her, discarding Gun aside like a measly ragdoll as she walks even deeper into the blade, and grips the sharp edge with her hand so he can't even think about moving the blade any way.

Of course nothing budges. Every time he tries to push her, or lever her off the blade, she doesn't even move at all. Not with her holding the shaft of it with such grip it was denting the metal. She doesn't look in any pain, or even show any reaction at all. She just keeps moving forward slowly despite the huge blade piercing into her stomach.

In fact, as she slowly pushes forward, the sound of the katana tearing through flesh can be heard in the empty city street, making both Goo and Gun tense up as a look of realization passes through their expressions.

What the hell was this woman made of...??

Blade broken by the tight grip of her hand after it had enough of warping and twisting her other hand is already up in the air. Hands flat like a spear, extended, ready to strike.

What happened after that is unclear.

After several moments, it was over. Goo and Gun both lay on the ground motionless, both of them completely unconscious and completely beaten for the first time in their lives. Everything hurt, and the shock from the whole ordeal was weighing heavy on them.

It went against everything they believed had ever known in their lives, the belief that no matter what, they would always win. But she changed that belief forever. Now, they would live the rest of their lives knowing someone more powerful and stronger than them was out there somewhere.

It is a story no one really talks about, since how unbelievable it sounds.

Two of the best, most powerful fighters in SK getting taken down by none other than a woman, in mere minutes.

Perhaps that was a good choice, that no one mentioned it since then, and did their best to keep it a secret. At least some of their ego stayed in tact, but couldn't help how bruised, and a broken they both felt after that.

[rocksibblingsau]

Suddenly I was overtook by genius.

Rock Sibblings where Branch is the big brother.

Instead of being kidnapped by Barb, he finds baby Barb crawling around and meets Thrash, who had to bring her along because her babysitter dipped out last minute and she is SO HARD to keep track of. Branch ends up going with Thrash to live with them anyway, and has a very tiny Barb who is obsessed with him.

Barb is 10 years younger than him in this AU and she unfortunately has big ideas.

After Thrash is unable to rule, Branch is named King because Barb is still like 14-15 and he's freaking out because he's not even technically a Rock Troll, how can he rule them?!

As previously mentioned, Barb has big ideas, and she decides she wants to make her brother King of EVERYONE so starts her plot for a World Tour. For it to work she does have to put Branch in a cage but it's fine, he'll love the surprise.

Branch manages to break out just in time to save Poppy from getting hit like he did in canon, turning into a Rock Zombie. Barb freaks out and is like "I can fix it!" and tries to reverse it by changing the setting Pop, which only results in a Pop Zombie. She cycles through all the string settings, giving us a Branch Zombie for each tribe, before Poppy breaks out and the strings get broke. Just Sing happens and afterwards the other leaders are like "Okay we need to talk."

Delta Dawn starts the meeting off by telling Barb how irresponsible and immature she is and how maybe she's not ready to be Queen yet and Branch goes "Okay wait. Pause. Barb's not the queen. Barb, did you tell these people you were queen?"

To which Barb is like "I thought I'd strike a little more fear in them as Queen Barb rather than Princess Barb. Princess Barb doesn't sound very scary, now does it?"

Branch sighs and explains that he's the king, Barb is his little sister and she's only 15-16 which is why she's not the queen. Everyone (other than Poppy) has a moment like "We got invaded by a teenager. We got our asses thoroughly KICKED by a teenager."

Delta asks where the hell Branch has been while they got invaded and Branch is like "I've been in a CAGE, same as you. I didn't think I had to worry when my little sister said she had a surprise and blindfolded me that she would kidnap me, so as you can imagine she had a bit of an upperhand."

Branch grounds Barb and tells her she has to help ALL the tribes clean up, along with all the trolls who thought helping the princess start a Rock Revolution was a good idea.

Branch ends up befriending Trollex and Delta, who give him parenting advice. To be fair, Trollex's isn't so much "parenting" advice as it is "Here's what to do when your protege sets the town on fire by accident" advice but it ends up sounding exactly like parenting advice.

Essence and Quincey try to help but no amount of gentle parenting will work on Barb, who needs to be wrestled to establish your place in the hierarchy.

Trollzart has no valuable suggestions other than a leash, which Branch is strongly considering.

[cocogum]

Weird things I want Ankama to explain.

Why did Tot develop the adventures after season 2 into a manga? Was it because of budget related reasons? Because it couldn’t have been for its maturity. Tot follows the audience as it kept growing and at the time, the majority were still young. The only reason why the Great Wave, on the other hand, got turned into a manga was because it was apparently going to get graphic.

Why did Tot jump 6 years into the future instead of making more adventures when the gang still had no responsibilities or duties?

Why did tot not make up a new queen outfit for Amalia in the Great Wave instead of making her feel limited to her strict s4 budget? I thought the entire point of converting the story into a manga is to be finally be free from restrictive animation budgets.

Why was Arpagone added into the story??? Ruel specifically stated in two moments that he never got married. In season 1, he spoke to Kabrok and when the wife topic came up, insinuated that if he ever had a wife like Miranda, he'd stop his adventures. And in season 2, when Yugo asks Ruel if he has ever fallen in love, Ruel says that he did and had many lovers in the past but ALMOST married one of them. In season 3, we see that he officially married Arpagone, which completely contradicts what he has said in season 2.

Why are there good concept arts of the characters from seasons 3-4 from the yt videos Ankama uploads for us but these same concept arts are not included in their respective season artbooks??? I thought the whole point of an artbook was to show ALL character concepts and sheets.

Why did Nora have this entire redesign? Don't get me wrong, I think she looks cool as hell but it threw me off so much when I first watched the S4 trailer. I had to get used to it lol

It's funny how Wakfu's main role was to introduce the eliatrope class but then finally opted to introduce a sub branch of it being the 'eliotropes' instead. Like Tot please give us more info in Season 5, you literally did an entire reboot of the eliatropes' history FOR SOME REASON and it now feels like we're back where we started because of Season 4. We now have more questions than answers and it literally took us 16 years to get here and we BARELY SCRATCHED THE SURFACE.

Sooo are we just gonna forget about how Amalia dreamed of Sadida telling her to go out and help a hero? The hero being Yugo? She literally tells Eva in Season 1 that she had a dream of her GOD, but Eva doesn't believe her cuz she thinks she's making up things or whatever. But when Amalia says the same thing to Armand, again, NO ONE BATS AN EYE??? Tot you seriously need to give me an explanation for why Amalia was able to meet her god like this, AND why she seems to have a special connection with the Tree of Life SINCE IT SPECIFICALLY CHOSE HER TO POSSESS DURING NOX'S WAR. Also, why would Sadida willingly make Amalia meet Yugo?? I ain't complaining, I think it's such an interesting thing to know about, BUT EVEN AFTER FOUR SEASONS AND THREE SPECIAL EPISODES, we still don't know why she is so special! She was even able to find a solution for Pandiego's village CUZ HER FUCKING TEARS HAPPENED TO BE THE SOLUTION FOR THE MILK PROBLEM ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[uniquesoulwinner]

My Queen

Leah Williamson x reader 

Idea that came to me after seeing Leah get her OBE today of a little surprise celebration with her girl who she didn’t think was even in the country! 

Hope you enjoy its not very good and the format isn’t working right so it might read funny but well it’s something 

Let me know what you think 

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Y/n pov

Getting off the plane in London brings nothing but butterflies to your stomach at the thought of the day ahead. You see given that I’ve been in New York for work for the past 9 long weeks I was not meant to be here today well at least that’s what Leah thinks, I however always knew I would be here! 

As soon as we got the date for Leah to get her long awaited OBE medal I was on the phone to Amanda to plan exactly what was going to happen today, this has lead to a lot of sneaky phone calls between me and my girlfriends mother, who I’m nearly sure is more excited about me being there to surprise Leah than I am.

Finding out that I was going to have to be in New York for 16 weeks for work was never part of the plan, being away from Leah for that long was a thought that made my whole body hurt before I even went, which is why I I have worked my ass off over the last 9 weeks so complete everything I needed to do to get home to my girlfriend of 4 years early which brings me back to walking though Heathrow Airport at 7:45am on a Wednesday morning counting down the minutes until I have her in my arms again. 

Just as I was getting into the taxi to take me to the hotel I had booked for myself and Leah for that night my phone rang and my smile got even bigger seeing it was Amanda!

Y/n: Hey perfect timing I’m just in the taxi

Amanda: ahh perfect I’m so excited, she’s getting ready already! I swear she takes forever.

Y/n: Worth every minute though; you find yourself say thing that out loud without ever realising until you hear Amanda aww on the other end of the phone which made you blush no end! Anyway how are we looking for timeline I’m just heading to the hotel now to get showered and ready! 

Amanda: so we should be wrapped up in Windsor by around 13:30pm at the latest and then she thinks we are just going for dinner and meeting holly and all that couldn’t come to the ceremony there. You can hear the excited little giggle coming from Amanda like she is on a secret spy mission which makes you laugh  

Y/n: ok good and she definitely doesn’t suspect a thing right you ask already knowing that she doesn’t considering you spent 2 hours in the phone to her last night with her upset and missing you as well as telling you how much she wished you where going to be there today which yes broke your heart in two , the only thing that you hoped was seeing her face today would make up for everything!

Amanda: nope not a thing, she is completely oblivious you hear that cheeky giggle again she is going to be so happy y/n, she has missed you so much you you 

Y/n: yeh I know I’ve missed her too more than words but not long now, god I’m nervous you laugh at the Ridiculousness of getting nervous over seeing the woman that has been the centre of your world for 4 years now 

Amanda: oh sweetie you no need to be nervous, the second that girl sees you everything will be worth it, you know … Amanda suddenly stops talking only thing you can hear is some rustling and foot steps which your hoping isn’t Leah catching you both out 

Ok I gotta go she is wandering around now looking for her socks so I better help I’ll see you later ok text me when your there , ok bye bye bye and the phones goes dead leaving you laughing at the thought of your girl running around looking for socks which you know she will be treating like a Military mission in that room ! 

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Later on that day after checking in to the hotel and getting yourself ready , wearing a tight green dress that you knew drive Leah crazy with your hair down and curled and black heals, you where standing that the bar of the restaurant that had been booked out for today with holly catching up on every bit of gossip you had missed being away which was lot it seemed! 

Although after the 7th time checking the door you did catch holly giving you a very knowing smirk which made you laugh purely because you didn’t care how obvious you where being, ever since Amanda text to say they where 20 minutes away you could help but look out for them ! You wanted your girl and weren’t even sorry about it ! 

The restaurant was full of Leah’s close family and friends most of which were now laughing at the twitter comments over Leah being the queen of England now ! Lol 

You only snapped out of staring at the door when you heard Jen Leah’s teammate call you 

Jen: y/n how does it feel to have bagged England’s new queen  all you heard was laughter which then turned to cooing and awe’s when you replied saying y/n: she has always been my queen 

And right as you said that you seen her your queen walk past the window towards the door looking out of this world and every bit worthily of the title queen in your opinion but it was to time and time for you to hide in the crowd who had all turned to face the door waiting for her to come in, to which when she did come in she was meant by just noise of chatting and clapping but all you could hear was her laugh that beautiful laugh while she made her way around people still not spotting you ! 

Amanda however snuck around to hug you whispering how she couldn’t wait to see Leah’s face ! 

After around 5 minutes of her still not spotting you , you had enough of waiting so grabbed a glass of champagne and made your way up behind her as she spoke to Alex Scott and Kim little both of who started smiling the second they seen you approach! 

Y/n: would the new queen like a drink you said standing behind her and while you couldn’t see her face you could see her body freeze as she heard your voice which made your heart burst. Y/n you heard her whisper still not turning around which made you giggle given that all you wanted right now was to kiss her still though you stepped forward so you where right behind her meaning you could whisper in her ear hello baby, any chance I could get a hug now?  You didn’t even have a split second to react when her arms where around your neck with such force that if ever the sensible kimmy hadn’t if grabbed the champagne out if your hands it would have been all down the back of Leah’s very expensive looking suit ! 

Suddenly all the people in the room weren’t there anymore the only thing that you noticed was your girl finally in your arms after way to long and while pulling her impossibly closer to you , you just breathed her in every part of you and missed every part of her and now here you could never imagine being away from her again which made what you were about to do even more clear in your head, so while holding her as close as possible with one arm your eyes met Leah’s grandmas giving her a nod and hold out your hand , you watched as the whole room tried to contain themselves as she placed the black velvet box in your hand giving your hand a small squeeze as she did !

Focusing back on Leah who’s head was still buried in your neck, pulling back slightly so you could see her with a massive smile on your face that was thankfully matched by her, finally gave you the chance to look into those eyes that have had you weak for years. It’s only when you see her eyes flick down to your lips that you pull her in making sure she can’t feel the box behind her back, although all sense leaves your body the second her lips meet yours for the first time in over 2 months. Finally it feels like I’m home you think, kissing her is home , she is home and with that thought you remember what you have hidden behind her back so with one final kiss you pull back to be met with a pout from her. 

Leah: your here, your actually here 

Y/n: I’m here baby I would never miss this looking at the smile on her face makes all the sneaking around worth it 

Leah: please tell me I have you for more than one night baby before you go back the pout comes back to her face again as she speaks Giggling at her you step back completely! Here goes nothing you think as you look into her eyes again how about forever you whisper never breaking eye contact, seeing the confusion on her have made you smile as you looked down at the box in your hands which was now between you and Leah, flicking your eyes back up seeing that hers where now fixed on the box in your hands as well it was go time so slowly you lower down onto one knee and open the box , hearing the gasp come from her  gave you the confirmation that the band you had chosen was the right choice! 

Y/n : le there is nothing I could say right now that would be any different to anything I have told you every day for the past 4 years but what I will say is how proud I am to be yours baby, every day with you is the best day of my life letting out a shaky breath as you see the tears in her eyes before you carry on and I want that for the rest of our lives, so Leah Williamson OBE you give her a cheeky smirk as the room fills with laughter , will you do me the honour of marrying me? Holding your breath for the whole 0.2 of a second it takes before you hear her say yes yes a million times yes , smiling with the tears running down both your faces you pull the ring from the box and finally put it on her finger as she pulls you up into a bruising kiss. 

You hear the cheers in the room, the clapping and banging on tables but all you feel is her , your finance , your Leah , your home! It’s just you two in the bubble of whispered words between the two of you consisting of i love yous, don’t ever leave again and I can’t wait to make you my wife , everything in that moment is just perfect! 

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Hours later after food , champagne, a lot of laughter and more love than you could imagine, you are standing back beside your finance at the side of the room arms wrapped around each other just watching your friends and family around you. Turning to Leah you decide to take the teasing that’s been going on between the two of you for over an hour now to the next level,

Y/n: I booked us into a hotel for the next 2 nights so I hope you have no plans for tomorrow you say while looking her up and down because I have no plans on leaving that hotel room tomorrow. Watching as her eyes darken on front of you you step a little closer to her so you can whisper in her ear and just so you know earlier wasn’t the only time I plan on dropping to my knees for you my queen 

And with that Leah walked away and started saying goodbye to everyone you giggling behind her especially with the knowing looks you got from some people in the room but to hell with it you hadn’t had your girl in 9 weeks so you where going to make the most of every minute if that night and every night for the rest of your life with your queen ! 

[brynnsasha191]

“Rhaenyra's own fans will turn on her”

I’m thinking about Emma’s interview where they outright reject Rhaenicent, this is the first time they have ever done this and I can’t help but wonder if it’s because they’re aware of how fan’s were reacting to Rhaenyra’s character.

Actors don’t live in a bubble, they have access to social media and their PR teams would make them aware of public response.

So Emma would be made well aware that Rhaenyra was losing fans to Jace, her indecisiveness to avenge Luke was turning TB against her, no one was interested in supporting a Queen who didn’t actually want to be Queen etc.

Hell all they’d need to do is check out the dislikes for the Dragonstone scene on YouTube to know just how much the general audience appreciated the Rhaenicent reunion that just a few months ago the writers were bragging about being something fans were dying to see.

It’s probably why they asked for Rhaenyra to use a sword in S3, so she can actually do something other than stand around complaining whilst the men take charge.

If the writers do try to prioritise Rhaenicent over Jace I can’t see Emma supporting it, 2x08 was ironically enough Nyra’s saving grace because she demanded a son for a son, but like previous anon said, if she turns around and chooses Alicent again fans will drop her like a hot potato.

I've honestly decided I don't like Emma or Olivia that much. They are fabulous actors but alas. I firmly believe that Olivia never actually shipped Rhaenicent, and every time she mentioned it and interacted with Rhaenicents had nothing to do with shipping them. I had a conversation with @atopcat about this a little bit ago. Olivia only faked liking rhaenicent because it kept her popular with that portion of the fandom, and then when people were completely done with that and Alicent lost her fan base, Oliva backtracked and started to disavow the ship, by saying she was portraying Alicent like 'she wanted to spit in Rhaenyra's face' and stopping interaction with those fans.

Emma on the other hand was neutral on rhaenicent and didn't mention it much but then when Olivia/Alicent lost their fanbase, they started completely rejecting it in an attempt to save themselves from Olivia's fate. I don't trust Emma or Olivia with writing shit anymore. Emma was responsible for the queer baiting that was the kiss with Mysaria. And Olivia was responsible for the Rhaenicent meet ups. Hot take: actors shouldn't be able to just ask for a scene because this stuff happens. I know Emma is just trying to save their job but it still feels tacky to me

They are both clearly doing damage control. Because Emma probably does know their characters carelessness for her sons is more important than a badly written and toxic yuri ship. Rhaenyra's popularity has been almost entirely transferred to Jace. Because Jace can actually make decisions with crying and throwing a two episode tantrum over it. As the previous anon said, do you know how incompetent you made your leading lady if you left people preferring her 16 year old son over her??? Rhaenyra started losing fans the second they butchered Luke's death, just wanting Aemond's head, which she changed her mind about, when in the book she wanted all the greens dead. She lost more fans when she basically spat in Jace's face about him not wanting to dragonseeds. What finally stopped the leak was when she said a son for a son, which was the first time Luke had been mentioned in a couple episodes.

In the Sept scene in KL, Rhaenyra mentions Luke literally once and not nearly as ferociously as Book!Rhaenyra would've.

I wish I could say I believe the writers and actors will wise up and stop this but I honestly don't. I wouldn't put it past them to completely double down on it and have Rhaenyra chose Alicent over her babies. Hopefully, Emma could see how disliked that is and stop it but idk.

Here's a friendly reminder for the writers: the love Rhaenyra had for her babies was well written in s1! She loved them with all her heart. I have no idea why you changed that for Rhaenicent!!! Go back! Rhaenyra loves her babies. Don't ruin Jace's death the way you did Luke's

[phoebepheebsphibs]

I'm gonna rant about some plots I came up with for Lou Jitsu's kids AU now

When Mikey was like six, a group of thugs decided to kidnap him from school while he was waiting to be picked up and they sent a ransom note to Lou Jitsu. However, Big Mama picked up the note and decided to go get Mikey herself without telling Lou Jitsu. So she goes and beats them all up like the queen of crime she is and picks up Mikey, telling him that the whole thing was an elaborate prank game of hide and seek. (I had an idea where like years later the boys are talking and Mikey mentions the "prank" and they all realize what happened and Mikey slowly realizes too and freaks out a lil)

I had an idea of an episode where Raph's birth mother started stalking him at the hotel and was going to fight for legal custody of him in court and the whole thing freaked out the family, but I never finished how that plot would go... I still think it would be a cool idea to chase tho

Donnie was gonna get bullied at a park and April would rescue him, and that would be how they met

Donnie was going to get an appendectomy, but had a panic attack before the surgery and begged to have his stuffed turtle "Othello Von Ryan" go into the surgery with him. The plot was based off of a story that Rob Paulsen told during a TedTalk. (video here)

There was a plot I came up with where when Leo was 16, Lou Jitsu tried to teach him how to drive (he'd only been riding mopeds and electric scooters and stuff until that point). However, as soon as they go on the road, Leo has a massive panic attack and dissociates behind the wheel, almost causing them to hit another car. Lou helps Leo get into the passengers side and takes him to Todd's Puppy Farm where they talk it out. Leo admits that he had actually been afraid of cars his entire life, because of the accident that killed his parents. Donnie didn't have this issue because he didn't recall the accident since he was asleep when it happened, but Leo witnessed the entire thing and watched his parents die. He also admits that he didn't say anything because he didn't want anyone to call him a coward, and specifically he didn't tell Lou or Big Mama because he didn't want them to think he missed his original parents.

I think that's all I had written down

[novaursa]

Hello

Can I have a fem! Velaryon/Strong x Harwin (platonic)

Where the rumor about her father are getting out of control. Alicent tried to exposed to the king the truth about her bloodline, and for that she tried to betrothed her to a Strong (maybe her cousin or uncle) and Harwin step in and says no to nyra, that he doesn’t want his only daughter to marry a member of her family, he want her to be happy

The Weight of Truth

Requests are closed!

- Summary: When Alicent wants you to be betrothed to one of your father’s cousins, Harwin steps in.

- Paring: daughter!reader/ (father) Harwin Strong (platonic)

- Note: The reader is another bastard of Harwin Strong, and only daughter of Rhaenyra.

- Rating: Mature 16+ (just to be safe)

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne

The air in the Red Keep felt heavier than usual. A storm brewed, not in the sky, but in the corridors of the castle itself. The tension that had been simmering for years was now threatening to boil over, and Harwin Strong could feel it in every fiber of his being. His steps echoed through the hall as he made his way toward the chambers where Rhaenyra waited, her summons terse and urgent. Harwin was no stranger to conflict, to whispers and veiled threats, but this—this was different. This involved blood. His blood. Her blood. Their daughter.

The door to her chambers creaked open, and he stepped inside. Rhaenyra stood by the window, her hands clenched at her sides, the flickering light of the setting sun casting long shadows across her face. She did not turn to greet him. Harwin shut the door behind him, his presence filling the room like the weight of an iron chain.

"They're coming for her," Rhaenyra's voice was tight, low, but laced with fury. She didn’t need to explain. Harwin knew exactly who she meant—Alicent and her venomous words, her sly manipulations. The Queen had grown bolder, emboldened by her paranoia and her children’s ambitions. Now, her sights were set on exposing the truth about Rhaenyra’s children, particularly the girl that the realm believed to be Laenor Velaryon’s daughter.

Harwin clenched his jaw, his fists curling into tight knots at his sides. He had heard the whispers—he always did. His daughter, their daughter, was in danger of being used as a pawn in a game of power and legacy. And now, Alicent had convinced King Viserys to betroth Y/N to one of his cousins. A match that would secure their bloodline but would lock her into a life dictated by others. A life where she would never truly belong.

"She will not marry into my family," Harwin said, his voice rough but determined. Rhaenyra finally turned to face him, her eyes narrowing, not in anger but in understanding. She had expected him to say this, had known he would never allow such a thing to happen.

"And what would you have me do?" Rhaenyra’s tone was sharp, though beneath it was a weariness that only Harwin could recognize. "This is exactly what Alicent wanted—to force our hand, to make us react in a way that would only serve her goals."

Harwin moved closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "I don’t care what Alicent wants. I care about her—about our daughter’s future." His words were hard, but there was an edge of desperation to them. "She deserves more than this—more than being bound to a family that will never truly accept her. You and I both know what they’ll say, what they’ll think. I will not let her be another pawn in this game."

Rhaenyra sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his words. She paced across the room, her silks rustling softly against the stone floor. "And what would you have me do, Harwin? Deny the King? Refuse the betrothal outright?" Her voice softened, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Viserys believes this is for her benefit, to secure her future."

"Her future," Harwin repeated, his voice low, as if the words themselves were bitter in his mouth. "Her future will be miserable if we go through with this. They will see her as nothing more than a bastard with a Velaryon name, and they will never stop reminding her of it."

Silence stretched between them, tense and suffocating. Rhaenyra turned to the window once more, her eyes scanning the horizon as if searching for answers beyond the stone walls of the Keep. Harwin watched her, waiting, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never doubted Rhaenyra’s strength before, but this—this was different. This was their child, the one tethered to both of them by blood and secrets.

Finally, Rhaenyra spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is how Alicent will destroy us, you know. Not by war or rebellion, but by sowing seeds of doubt and discord. By turning Viserys against us, little by little."

Harwin frowned, his brow furrowing in frustration. "Let her play her games. I’ll not stand by and watch my daughter’s life be shaped by that woman’s scheming." He took a deep breath, forcing himself to steady his voice. "I don’t care what Alicent thinks, or what Viserys believes. I care about Y/N, about her happiness. And I will not let them strip her of that for their own purposes."

Rhaenyra turned to face him again, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, slowly, she nodded. "You’re right. She deserves better than this." Her voice was firmer now, a decision settling within her. "We will find another way."

Harwin’s shoulders relaxed slightly, though his resolve remained as hard as iron. "I’ll protect her, Rhaenyra. No matter what it takes. I’ll make sure she’s safe."

"I know," Rhaenyra said softly, stepping closer to him. "I know you will."

For a moment, the tension between them ebbed, replaced by a shared understanding, a quiet bond forged not by words but by the love they had for their daughter. Harwin met her gaze, the unspoken promise hanging in the air between them.

No matter what Alicent or the court plotted, they would not allow Y/N to be a casualty in their endless struggle for power.

[iamatinydinosaur]

Hello!! Could I request the brozone reacting to poppy and viva having a little sister that got separated from them when she was young, and pretty much grew up on her own?

A/N: So I'm guessing that Poppy is around 2 at the time of the Bergen attack so she's 22 in trolls band together. I've done so much research and everywhere has different ages for her. So I think you'll be 2 years younger then her.

🌷🌸Poppy and Viva🌸🌷

A giggling 6 year old Poppy sat on her father's knee. "Aren't you cute." King Peppy cooed, tickling his daughters stomach. "Was Mummy cute like me!?" Poppy shouted. King Peppy's face softened. "Oh Poppy, your mother was beautiful." He said hugging his daughter, he has lost too much on the past. "What happened?" Poppy asked. "She was captured in front of everyone when we were escaping from the troll tree." He explained, sadly smiling. "Is it true she had an egg? Was I gonna have a little sister?" Poppy asked standing on her father's lap. King Peppy pulled her close. "Yeah, you would've been an amazing big sister. The only big sister. I didn't have any other children." King Peppy panicked.

16 years later.

Poppy sat at the back of Rhonda sighing. "You okay Pops?" Poppy looked up and saw her big sister walking up to her. "Yeah, I'm so happy that I found you. But seeing Branch with so many brothers just made me think. We could've had another sister. Do you know how cool that would've been?" Poppy said as Viva sat next to her. "Yeah, it would be cool. If only someone could've saved mum." Viva said hugging Poppy. 

"Alright, we will be pulling into Trollopolis soon, so everyone gets ready." John Dory shouted from the front. They were on Brozone's reunion tour and are about halfway through. They all stepped off Rhonda and was greeted by a yellow troll. "Hello, I am the mayor of city. My name is Serena. I am here to welcome you to Trollopolis. Then in a couple of hours someone will come take you to the venue." She said shaking everyone's hands.

Poppy and Viva walked into their hotel room. They were both in awe. "This room is fantastamazing!" Viva yelled jumping on her bed. Poppy giggled and layed down on her bed. For the next two hours the two sisters unpacked and joked around.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" Poppy exclaimed. Branch walked in smiling warmly at his girlfriend. He leant down and kissed her cheek. "Just came to see if you're ready to go." He asked taking Poppy's hand. Viva jumped up off her bed. "Heck yeah let's go!" She shouted grabbing Poppy's hand and dragging the couple out the room.

The sisters were bouncing up and down, while Brozone waited patiently outside the hotel. A big pink bus turned up. A small pink Troll with Orange hair stepped out the bus. "Hi, my name's Y/N! I'm a co owner of the venue you're performing at tonight! I co own it with my mother." You explained smiling brightly at the 7 Trolls. Poppy thought you looked very similar to her and Viva but pushed it aside. "It's so nice to finally meet Brozone. I'm a big fan." You said smiling shyly. "And you are Queen Poppy!! I've heard so much about you." You said smiling at Poppy. "Hello, and this is Viva my Sister!!" Poppy exclaimed. The two sisters took one hand of yours each and shook them violently. "Okay girls!" Clay exclaimed pulling them away. "Thank you. Let's get you to the venue." You said heading inside the bus, the other 7 following you.

You all drove to the venue. You lead them into their dressing room. "Let me go get my team of stylists to help you get ready. I also go get my mother so you can meet her." You smiled walking off. 

Soon the venue stylist we're helping the boys get changed and doing their hair. "So Mother this is Brozone." They heard you say. Everyone turned round. Viva gasped with her hands over her mouth. Your Mother had the same reaction. "Mum?" Viva whispered tearing up. You and Poppy Froze. Your mother walked over and took Viva's face gently. "It really is you." Your mother cried hugging her tightly. She looked over at Poppy. "Poppy is that you?" She said. Poppy nodded crying silently. Your mother pulled Poppy into a tight hug. "What happened, dad said you were captured." Poppy said snuggling her head into your mother's chest. "We were, but we managed to escape the Bergen that caught us. I ran to where the Troll tree tunnel let out but no one was there. Then the tunnel collapsed. I assumed you all died." Your mother explained holding her long lost children. "I walked for weeks and then I arrived here. Y/N hatched a few days after getting here. So I decided to build our lives from scratch." Your mother sighed.

You stood to the sidelines. You thought your father and two sisters died in the Bergen attack. Poppy and Viva pulled away from your mother. Brozone watched the scene unfold. Poppy and Viva slowly walk over to you. You were backing up slowly, overwhelmed by your emotions. Poppy and Viva pulled you into a hug. You broke down crying, hugging them back tightly. Brozone was also overwhelmed by emotions. Who wouldnt be if they saw this unfold in front of them? You would have to be a robot for it not to effect you. First they were shocked, to happy and then to crying. Like ugly crying. You three turned to them. "Don't look at us like that!" Floyd exclaimed wiping his tears away. You three giggled. 

"Sorry to interrupt, 5 minutes to showtime." Someone said. "We'll catch up after the show. Me and your sister have work to do." Your mother said. You hugged your sisters again and walked off saying bye to the members and saying good luck. Poppy and Viva looked at each other.

"Just wait until Dad finds out."

A/N: Jesus I'm done. I know that male trolls can have eggs too but I had a thought and stuck with it. I hope you like it!!