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Vancross
Vancross - Dust You Off (Chapter 17)
Most of the characters belong to Pixelberry.
Summary: A group of friends embark on their final year at Vancross Institute with the hopes of making it their best year yet. When a new face with a complicated family plagued by secrets and rumors arrives on campus, new friendships are formed, a new relationship blossoms, and threatening challenges arise.
Title inspiration: Look After You - Aron Wright
Main Pairing: Liam x F!OC
A/N: Multiple crossover series. There will be random sprinkles of canon throughout this story, but for the most part, it’s pretty much out the window. Thank you to @burnsoslow for prereading! Please excuse any errors.
Rating: M • Warnings: This series will contain nsfw material, language, some alcohol and drug use, and is not suitable for minors. If you read, you acknowledge you are 18+
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After a long overnight flight, Trystan landed at the airport. Guards of Vancross were waiting on the tarmac for the arrival of family members of the students, so he’d managed to snag a ride.
After a 45-minute drive from the airport, the SUV carrying Trystan stopped outside of the closed gates of Camp Eirene. Looking out the window, he could see multiple armed guards clad in all black along the snow-covered edge of the property as two approached his vehicle, one on each side with weapons at the ready.
The guard in the driver’s seat rolled down his window, looking at the one. “Name?”
“Prince Trystan Thorne.”
The man peered cautiously into the backseat at him. “Who is he here for?”
“His sister, Princess Croía Thorne.”
The man spoke into an earpiece, giving whoever was on the other side the names; Trystan had already given that information at the airport, but he supposed they were being extra vigilant after yesterday’s events, which he couldn’t fault them for. After a few moments, the man nodded as he stepped back before signaling to another set of guards at the gate. Once it opened, the SUV pulled through, and Trystan glanced over his shoulder, watching the gates shut again before disappearing from view.
Scanning the scenery as they headed up the mountain, Trystan could see more armed guards, who appeared to be scoping out the grounds. His leg bounced nervously, willing the driver to go faster; the sight spiked his anxiety, making him want to see Croía more than he already did.
When the lodge came into view, Trystan could see staff members waiting outside the entrance as the vehicle pulled around the front and came to a stop. The guard slipped from the driver’s seat and opened Trystan’s door; when he stepped out, he was immediately approached by a staff member. The guard gave the man his information and who he was there for before slipping back into the SUV, more than likely heading back to the airport to retrieve others.
The man bowed to Trystan before meeting his gaze again. “If you’ll follow me, sir.”
Trystan nodded, following him inside the lodge. When he stepped through the entrance, he took in the grand yet rustic detail of the foyer. “Swanky,” he said, more to himself. He then looked around at the small crowd of people already gathered inside, all of whom appeared to be waiting; some were speaking with staff, some were pacing anxiously, and some were sitting in silence.
“What’s the name of your sister’s guard?”
“Jonas,” Trystan answered.
The man nodded. “All of the guards are out doing their last sweep of the grounds before they can retrieve the students from their safe houses. Until they return and can speak with you, you may wait down here in the lounge,” he said, gesturing across the room to a massive sitting area, “or in her room if you’d like.”
Trystan nodded. “I’ll wait in her room please.” He’d end up being one of the ones pacing anxiously if he waited down there; he’d rather do that alone.
The staff member nodded and gestured for him to follow as he turned toward the stairs; Trystan trailed behind the man up to the third floor, turning toward a hallway. “The one at the very end of the hall is the room she was staying in,” he said as he pointed. “It’s currently unlocked from the inside sweep earlier, so you can go right on in. I’ll let her guard know you’re here as soon as they return.”
“Thank you,” Trystan nodded before making his way down the hall.
When he approached the door, it was slightly cracked, and Trystan pushed it open. He glanced around the spacious, well-equipped room as he stepped inside. “Damn,” he mumbled to himself as he slipped off his coat, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair. “Wish they had this when I went to uni.”
Trystan walked toward the balcony doors and looked out at the view outside as he slipped his hands into his pockets. As he stared at the forest surrounding the lodge, all he could think about was Croía. Although he was told she was fine, he needed to see for himself that she was safe and well. And even if she was ok physically, he knew what a situation like this could do to someone emotionally.
Too lost in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the footsteps as another entered the room.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” a voice spoke from behind him.
Trystan turned upon hearing it, and a grin broke out on his face. “No shit.”
“It’s been what … 10 years? Fucking hell, you’ve aged,” they snorted.
“Don’t I know it,” Trystan rubbed his chin with a smirk. “Like a fine goddamn wine, too. And after 10 years, I see you’re still a whole asshole.”
A laugh escaped Leo as the two old friends approached each other and shook hands before pulling one another into an embrace. “It’s good to see you, man,” Leo said as he clapped him on the back before stepping away. “How the hell have you been?”
“Good,” Trystan replied with a smile. “How about you? I read about the abdication …”
“I’m good,” Leo nodded. “And the abdication …” He trailed off, shaking his head. “It was a little rough, but … all in all, I’m glad I did it.” He grinned at Trystan again. “It really is good to see you.”
“Same, although I wish it was under better circumstances,” Trystan smiled ruefully. “I take it you’re here for Liam?”
“Yeah,” Leo nodded. “My parents were on a diplomatic trip and called home to let us know what happened. I told them I was coming, they told me I didn’t need to, but I don’t listen for shit, so here I am,” he chuckled. “And I’m guessing you’re here for Croía …”
“Yeah, because my parents are fucking assholes,” Trystan scoffed.
“I see some things haven’t changed in the last decade.”
“They never will,” Trystan shook his head. “When will your parents arrive?”
Leo glanced at his watch. “They should be here within the hour,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. “They left Madrid at five this morning.”
Trystan looked at him. “Where’s Liam’s room?”
“You’re standing in it.”
“No,” Trystan said. “This is Croía’s room.”
Leo arched his brow. “This is Liam’s room.”
Trystan shook his head. “The guy told me her room was the one at the very end of the hall.”
“The guy told me his room was the one at the very end of the hall,” Leo retorted.
The two stared at one another for a moment as the realization settled in that their siblings had shared a room. Leo flew up from the bed, looking back at it as he feigned brushing off his pants in disgust; when he glanced at Trystan again, he laughed as he dodged out of the way of his fist that swung for his arm.
“So …” Leo smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Your sister and my brother. What do you think about that?”
“I’ll be honest, he was kind of on my shit list at first,” Trystan chuckled.
“Yeah, I heard about that. He said he was pretty sure you wanted to kick his ass after parents’ weekend,” Leo chuckled.
“I did,” Trystan nodded affirmatively. “But then my mom showed up on campus, and I heard from Croía that Liam let her have it … so I took him off the list.”
“Yeah,” Leo laughed. “I heard about that, too. He gave our mom the whole spiel … he was all kinds of worked up about it.”
Trystan shook his head. “My dear old mom has that effect on people.” He stared at Leo for a moment. “How serious do you think it is between them?”
Leo snorted. “Oh, Liam’s got it bad. They’ll be married and making babies before you know it.” When Trystan narrowed his eyes, Leo laughed. “Kidding … at least about marriage and babies. He really does have it bad for Croía, though.” He could see the protective brother gleam in Trystan’s eyes, and he chuckled. “Liam is a good guy. And I’m not just saying that because he’s my brother.”
“Maybe that’s what worries me. He’s your brother,” Trystan quipped.
Leo pressed his hand to his chest, feigning offense. “I’m wounded.”
Trystan rolled his eyes with a good-natured grin. “Anyway,” he said, looking around the room … that his baby sister shared with Liam.
“Nice, yeah?”
“It is,” Trystan nodded in agreement. “When did they build this place anyway?”
“They started the year after you left. They didn’t finish it until after I was gone, though,” Leo shook his head. “Total bullshit.”
“Prince Leo,” a voice spoke from the doorway.
Trystan and Leo both whirled toward the sound. “Anthony,” Leo grinned as he approached; the guard bowed before shaking his hand.
A moment later, Jonas appeared; he stepped inside and approached Trystan. “Hello, sir,” he bowed.
Trystan nodded, shaking his hand. “How’d the sweep go?”
“It’s all clear,” Jonas replied.
“Did you find anything?” Leo asked, looking between both guards.
“We found nothing but shell casings from the weapon they used,” Anthony answered. “The investigation is still ongoing, however.”
“What exactly happened?” Trystan questioned.
Anthony explained a quick yet more detailed version of the events that neither Trystan nor Leo had heard yet, telling them that the chopper had been hovering just across from where they found their siblings after the attack ended. That sinking feeling in the pit of Trystan’s stomach became deeper, adding more to what he already thought.
“Luckily, they were able to hide within the tree line, but Prince Liam still took a hit to his arm,” Anthony said, and Trystan’s eyes widened, not having known that detail. “It was just a graze wound, so, thankfully, nothing too serious.”
“So you can go get them now?” Leo asked.
“Yes,” Anthony nodded. “Jonas and I have the UTV waiting out front. And I just spoke to Jackson before coming up here. Your parents landed about 10 minutes ago, so they should be here soon.”
“I’d like to come with you,” Trystan said to Jonas.
“Yeah,” Leo agreed, looking at Anthony. “I want to come with you to get Liam.”
Anthony nodded. “We’ll get another UTV ready.”
“Are their cabins near each other?” Trystan asked as the four men exited the room.
“They stayed in the same one,” Anthony answered as he walked down the hall, unable to see Trystan’s brow arch behind him.
****
Morning sunlight peeking through rustling branches of trees outside flickered through the window of the safe house, casting dancing rays across Croía’s face, stirring her awake. With a deep inhale, her eyes slowly fluttered open, shifting her gaze to take in the rustic room; it took her a moment to remember where she was.
Then Croía remembered the events from the day before and why she was in the unfamiliar space: the subtle panic in Liam’s voice as he told her they needed to get to the lodge, the helicopter, visuals of their classmates veering off the slopes into hiding, Liam diving in front of her as shots rang out.
For a brief moment, Croía began to shrink into herself at the memory, but then she felt a tightening around her waist. She glanced down to see a strong arm wrapped securely around her from behind, molding her body against their own beneath the sheet that covered them. Liam. They were safe. He was safe. She closed her eyes, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest against her back as she relaxed into his embrace.
Then, flashes from last night started playing in Croía’s head: her and Liam’s confessions, his lips and hands on her, that line they crossed — that she finally crossed, the way he made her feel, and the way he took care of her. Despite their naked bodies pressed together beneath the sheet, a part of her wondered if it was all a dream, but when she started to turn in his embrace, the slight discomfort she felt from her hips to down in between her thighs told her it had been very real.
Once facing him, Croía nestled closer to him as his arms tightened around her, and she inhaled the lingering aroma of his cologne. Her eyes shifted to the bandage on his arm, wondering how it would feel when he woke. After several quiet moments of listening to the sound of their steady, mingling breaths, she felt him begin to stir.
Liam arched his back, stretching the sleep from his body as he inhaled a deep breath. When he nestled back into the mattress, he opened one eye, and a sleepy smile curled on his lips when he saw her looking at him. “Morning, beautiful.”
Croía bit her lip through a coy grin, feeling her entire body flutter. “Morning.”
Liam’s hand slipped beneath the sheet and settled on her bare waist before closing the small space between them, kissing her softly. “Sleep ok?” he murmured against her lips, and she nodded. He drew back to look at her. “How … how are you feeling?”
The concern that flashed in his eyes was impossible for Croía to ignore. “I’m ok. How’s your arm?”
Liam lifted and slowly rotated it a bit. “A little tender and stiff, but it’s ok. Speaking of …” A flicker of worry flashed across Liam’s expression as he turned toward the nightstand and grabbed the phone Anthony had left with them.
Croía turned onto her stomach, curling her arms beneath the pillow as she lifted her head to try and peek. “Anything?”
Liam set it back down before turning to face her again, shaking his head as she rested hers back on the pillow. “Not yet.” He lifted his hand, tucking wisps of her hair behind her ear before he slid it down her bare back in a gentle caress.
“What time is it?”
“Little after eight,” Liam replied. “I’m sure he’ll be calling soon. They’re probably doing another sweep of the lodge and grounds or finishing up if they weren’t able to get to all of it last night.” He smiled at her again as he carefully notched his thigh between her legs to tangle their limbs. “You sure you’re ok?” he asked as his hand slid down. When he gently began kneading her inner thigh, her eyes closed and her brows knitted as a tense moan escaped her, and he chuckled sheepishly. “Sore?”
Croía opened her eyes to look at him again, smiling coyly. “I’m sure I’ll be ok once I’m up and moving.”
“Speaking of which …” Liam reluctantly slid his hands off of her and rolled away; he sat up on the edge of the bed and reached for his discarded clothes, slipping on his boxers and sweatpants before standing. He locked eyes with her as he made his way around to her side of the bed, stopping to grab her clothes from the floor. “You should eat some breakfast.”
Croía sat up, wrapping the sheet around herself as she slid to the edge of the bed. When he set her clothes on the bed, he looked down at her, and she smiled as he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. He inhaled a breath, crouching down in front of her and sliding his hand up to tangle in her tousled hair as the kiss deepened.
Suddenly, Liam drew back at the sound of the door of the safe house being unlocked. Both of their heads snapped to the open bedroom door just as Anthony stepped inside the cabin, followed by Jonas, Leo, and Trystan; they all locked gazes with Liam and Croía down the narrow hallway.
Trystan immediately took notice of the sheet wrapped around his baby sister, and her and Liam’s wide eyes as they stared at the group. “What the—”
“Our bad!” Leo called out, trying to shove Trystan back outside.
“Get off me!” Trystan grumbled, shoving him back just as his phone started to ring; he silenced it.
“Oh fuck,” Liam breathed as he stood and pushed the bedroom door shut before locking it. He whirled around and met Croía’s stunned gaze. “What is your brother doing here?” he whisper-yelled.
“I don’t know!” Croía replied as she quickly pulled on her clothes. “What is your brother doing here?”
“I don’t know!” Liam said as he tugged his shirt over his head. “But my brother is far less of a concern to me right now than your brother!”
When her brother called her name, Croía’s eyes widened again. “Just a minute!”
Leo watched Trystan grit his teeth as his phone rang for a second time; he looked at the screen and once again silenced it. “You should go get some fresh air.”
“Don’t tell me to go get fresh air!” Trystan snapped. “I know you saw what I saw!”
“Yeah,” Leo nodded. “And what about it?” When Trystan cast a steely glare in his direction, Leo held up his hands defensively. “I get it. She’s your baby sister. But there’s no need to freak out. And remember, they went through an ordeal yesterday—”
“Oh, yeah! They looked traumatized!” Trystan interrupted.
A bark of laughter escaped Leo before he slapped his hand over his mouth; he closed his eyes, shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”
Trystan’s phone rang again, and he grumbled, shoving his hand into his pocket and pulling it out as he stepped outside with Leo trailing behind him. He swiped his thumb across the screen to answer before bringing it to his ear. “Now is not a good time, Mags!”
“What’s wrong? Is Croía alright?”
“She’s perfectly fine,” Trystan growled.
“What’s your problem then?”
“My problem is that Leo and I just rolled up to the safe house to collect our younger siblings, who we thought were in peril, only to find them HALF NAKED!” On the other end of the phone, a gasp followed by a giggle escaped Marguerite while Leo laughed beside him. He cut his eyes to his old friend. “It’s NOT funny!”
“I don’t think it’s funny,” Marguerite chuckled. “I say good for her … if that’s what happened. Which, either way, it’s none of your damn business. She’s 21, Trystan. She’s not a child. Leave her be.”
“It is my business as her older brother! He DEFLOWERED her, Mags!” At Trystan’s words, Leo doubled forward with a wheeze.
Marguerite let out a shriek of laughter. “Did you … did you really just say deflowered?”
“He said WHAT?” Cameron’s voice sounded in the background of the call.
“Yes!” Trystan hissed, hearing both his sister and his girlfriend laughing.
Marguerite let out another guffaw before composing herself. “And how would you know something as personal as that about her?”
Trystan was seething on the other end. “Because I know my baby sister! That’s how!”
“So … in your mind, her petals have been separated and she’s now blossomed,” Marguerite giggled again, and Cameron’s loud laugh followed.
Trystan visibly cringed at her words, letting out an angry growl as he ended the call and aggressively threw his phone into the UTV through the open door.
Inside the cabin, Liam and Croía exited the bedroom, met by Anthony and Jonas at the end of the hall. Liam looked at his guard, his jaw clenching. “Thanks for the phone call and heads up,” he grumbled under his breath.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Anthony smiled ruefully. “We arrived back from the last sweep of the grounds and they were both waiting and wanted to come with us to get you two. I got sidetracked.”
Leo walked back inside; his eyes traveled over Liam as if assessing him for any injuries he wasn’t told about as he approached him. He briefly met Liam’s gaze before pulling him into a hug. “You’re alright?” he asked as he stepped back.
Liam nodded, seeing a hint of worry mixed with relief in his brother’s eyes. “I’m good.”
Trystan appeared in the doorway a moment later and made a beeline for Croía as soon as he saw her. He wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes. “You’re ok.” It wasn’t a question but a statement, as if he didn’t really believe it until that moment.
When he drew back, he cupped her face in his hands as he looked her over. “What are you doing here?” Croía asked, feeling a sudden wave of emotions.
“I wanted to be here for you,” Trystan replied, and her returned smile was nothing less than grateful.
“How’s the arm?” Anthony asked Liam.
“It’s fine,” Liam nodded.
“They have a physician waiting at the lodge to check on anyone injured,” Jonas said.
“Was anyone …” Liam trailed off, unable to say the words aloud.
“No, sir,” Anthony smiled. “Only a few minor injuries were reported. Nothing serious. Let’s head back to the lodge. Your parents will be arriving soon, and you need to get that arm checked out.”
Liam and Croía both nodded; they grabbed their boots and slipped them on followed by their jackets. When they met each other’s gazes, they subtly smiled and he laced their fingers together; they walked out of the cabin hand-in-hand to the waiting UTVs.
“Croía, you can ride with me and Jonas,” Trystan said, cutting his eyes to Liam for only a second before looking at her again; it wasn’t quick enough for her to miss it.
Liam didn’t return the look, keeping his eyes on her. “Go,” he whispered before kissing her forehead. “I’ll be right behind you.”
When they stepped apart, Trystan helped Croía inside the UTV before sliding in next to her; he glanced over to see her looking at him. “What?”
“I’m glad you’re here, but can you stop with the glaring and glowering?”
“We’ll talk about it later,” Trystan grumbled.
“No, we won’t,” Croía retorted. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
Trystan shot her a look as Jonas drove the UTV away from the cabin with Leo, Liam, and Anthony following behind them.
****
Once they arrived back at the lodge, Liam exited his UTV, and despite Trystan hovering around Croía, he walked over to her as she got out of the vehicle. She came next to him, slipping her hand in his before the pair started toward the groups of other students near the front of the lodge while Leo and Trystan hung back, speaking more with Anthony and Jonas.
Liam’s eyes scanned the crowd, looking for their friends; his gaze fell on their group, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding as he started for them.
“So, I hear this noise, right?” Blaine said. “It was like … humurrmfffhmmrrff … but way louder. I look out the window, and there’s a fucking moose!”
Liam snorted at hearing the tale end of his story.
Alia laughed. “Wait, make that sound again.” Blaine gave her a look, but before he could respond her eyes went wide. “Croía!” she gasped before rushing forward; she threw her arms around her in a hug as everyone turned. “You’re safe,” she breathed.
“You too,” Croía replied, her voice cracking slightly. They drew apart and she greeted the others.
Liam and Blaine met gazes; they both saw the relief in the other’s eyes, silently acknowledging it as they stepped toward each other. Blaine shook his head at the same moment he shook Liam’s hand; they pulled each other in, clapping the other’s back as they both blew out long breaths.
“You guys are ok?” Liam asked as they stepped back.
Blaine smiled with a nod. “Yeah. You guys?” he asked, clapping his arm; Liam grunted, wincing with a grimace from the impact against his bandaged wound. Blaine’s eyes widened as Alia and Croía glanced over. “Oh shit. Did you—”
“It’s fine,” Liam said. “It’s just a graze wound … little tender.” He looked around at the group. “Were any of you—” He stopped when they all shook their heads before they all finished greeting him.
Olivia pulled him into a tight embrace. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
Liam chuckled as he stepped back. “What did I do?”
“Nothing … technically. But my guard told me about your injury and he didn’t know how bad it was and I …” Olivia trailed off, shaking her head.
Liam let out a breath and pulled her into another hug. “I’m fine. I promise.”
Suddenly, a group of SUVs appeared, pulling around the front of the lodge, and everyone turned. The doors flung open and parents of the students filed out.
Croía stepped back, keeping a respectable distance away as she watched her friends be greeted by their concerned families. She watched Liam’s parents rush toward him; Eleanor wrapped her arms around him, and Liam hugged her back before turning to his father. Then their head guard approached Liam, and not like someone he was in charge of protecting but like he was family. Then, they all turned to Olivia. She knew how close they were and had heard about everything his parents had done for Olivia after the death of her own, even taking her in to stay with them; they’d practically helped raise her until she was old enough to go back to Lythikos and assume her title and role as Duchess.
After a moment, Croía glanced down, scuffing her foot against the snow to distract herself. She was thankful Trystan had come, thankful that she had someone, but seeing her friend’s parents or parent figures arrive, the worry and relief etched in each of their expressions … it reminded her that hers weren’t there, that they couldn’t be bothered enough to show up after such an ordeal. Maybe they at least called, she thought to herself; her phone was still in her and Liam’s room.
“Croía.”
Hearing her name in almost a relieved tone, Croía glanced up to see Liam’s mother walking towards her. Her eyes went wide with surprise when Eleanor wrapped her in an embrace.
“I’m so glad you’re safe.”
Croía let out a quiet breath, tentatively lifting her arms to return the hug as her eyes began to sting. “Me too,” she whispered.
Eleanor stepped back, resting a hand on her cheek as she looked her over. “You’re not hurt anywhere?”
“No, ma’am,” Croía shook her head.
“Good,” Eleanor smiled just as Liam and Constantine approached them.
“Good to see you safe, my dear,” Constantine said before he embraced Croía, throwing her more off guard.
When his father stepped back, Liam slipped an arm around her waist. Just then, Trystan and Leo approached them. “Trystan,” Eleanor smiled.
“Queen Eleanor,” Trystan bowed before kissing her cheek. “King Constantine.” He greeted him with a shake of his hand.
“It’s good to see you,” Constantine nodded. “And I thought we told you to stay home,” he said with a pointed look in Leo’s direction.
“Eh,” Leo shrugged. “You know how good I am at following instructions. Don’t worry, though. I left Lena with Bastien.”
“I don’t know if that’s comforting,” Liam whispered out of the corner of his mouth, earning a snort from his brother.
“Your Majesties.” Everyone turned to see Anthony and Jonas; both men bowed. “We can talk inside while we wait for the physician to look at Prince Liam’s arm.” The King and Queen of Cordonia nodded, gesturing for the others to come along before following the two guards.
Once inside, they found a quiet corner in the lounge, and everyone lowered themselves into the cushioned chairs. “So,” Constantine said, looking at Anthony. “What do we know?”
“Unfortunately, not much,” Anthony replied. “There was no evidence left behind except empty shell casings. The whole ordeal didn’t last all but five minutes. They were in and out.”
“So, they’re not sure who the target was or if there was one at all?” Trystan asked.
“Not yet,” Anthony replied. “Interpol arrived late last night and is taking over the investigation. They can be pretty tight-lipped when it comes to this kind of stuff until they have anything definitive.”
Eleanor shared a knowing look with Constantine before they both nodded. “We’d like to be kept apprised of anything they find. Anything at all,” Constantine said.
“I’ll let the investigative lead know,” Jackson nodded.
“Excuse me,” a staff member bowed as he approached. “The physician can see Prince Liam now.”
“Croía, Leo,” Eleanor said, “why don’t you two go with him? We’ll wait here.”
The two nodded and stood with Liam; they followed the staff member to the infirmary. “Anthony, Jonas, you two should go with Jackson to speak with Interpol,” Constantine suggested.
The three guards nodded and walked off together, leaving Trystan alone with Constantine and Eleanor; he looked at the King and Queen of Cordonia as they met his gaze, knowing there was a reason behind them quickly dismissing everyone else.
“Trystan … might we have a word?” Eleanor asked.
****
A short while later, Liam, Croía, and Leo made their way upstairs to their room; when they got out of the infirmary, Constantine, Eleanor, and Trystan had disappeared from their spot in the lounge, so they went to wait for them.
When Liam and Leo stopped in the hall to speak with Rashad, Croía continued to their room. She stepped inside and went right for the nightstand to check her phone. The only missed calls or messages she had were from Trystan and Marguerite. There was nothing from her parents at all. She couldn’t explain the disappointment she felt since she knew she shouldn’t be surprised, but it was there.
“This is a nice room.”
Croía turned at the sound of the voice, seeing Eleanor as she stepped inside. “It is,” she nodded.
Eleanor saw Croía’s phone in her hand and smiled. “Have you heard from your parents?”
“Oh, uh …” Croía glanced down at her phone, looking at the screen. “No,” she shook her head, unable to meet her gaze out of shame or embarrassment … perhaps both. “Not yet.” She wasn’t sure why she added that; she knew she wouldn’t hear from them. “I’m sure they’re busy.” She finally met her gaze again with a halfhearted smile.
Eleanor’s heart broke for her in that moment, able to hear the hurt in her voice and see it through the forced smile she’d just offered her. No parent should be too busy to check on the well-being of their child. She smiled in return, however, not wanting to make her more uncomfortable than she clearly already was.
“Everything ok?” Liam asked as he, Leo, and Trystan stepped inside the suite.
“Yes,” Eleanor replied as she looked at him. “We just spoke with Dean Lundqvist. They don’t have many answers at the moment and they want to focus on the investigation and try and clear it up as soon as possible. That, paired with the nature of the attack … they’ve decided to cancel your exams. Your break is starting early.” Croía immediately looked at Trystan, and he could see both the question and plea in her eyes. Please don’t make me go home. Before she could mention it, Eleanor spoke again. “Croía, you’re more than welcome to stay with us during break if you’d like,” she smiled.
Liam looked at her and grinned, and Trystan watched relief fill her that she didn’t have to return to Drakovia. Croía subtly smiled in return. “I’d love to, ma’am. Thank you.”
“Why don’t you two get your things packed up,” Eleanor suggested. “Also … we won’t be returning to Cordonia for a few days, just so you’re aware.”
Liam furrowed his brows. “Where are we going first?”
Eleanor and Trystan shared a look just as Constantine stepped forward from where he’d been lingering in the doorway, answering for them. “We have some business in New York …”
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A Game of Thrones, Catelyn IV
Littlefinger hefted the knife lightly in his hand, testing the grip. He flipped it in the air, caught it again with his other hand. “Such sweet balance.
“You want to find the owner, is that the reason for this visit? You have no need of Ser Aron for that, my lady. You should have come to me.”
“And if I had,” she said, “what would you have told me?”
“I would have told you that there was only one knife like this at King’s Landing.”
He grasped the blade between thumb and forefinger, drew it back over his shoulder, and threw it across the room with a practiced flick of his wrist. It struck the door and buried itself deep in the oak, quivering.
“It’s mine.”
“Yours?” It made no sense. Petyr had not been at Winterfell.
“Until the tourney on Prince Joffrey’s name day,” he said, crossing the room to wrench the dagger from the wood.
“I backed Ser Jaime in the jousting, along with half the court.” Petyr’s sheepish grin made him look half a boy again. “When Loras Tyrell unhorsed him, many of us became a trifle poorer. Ser Jaime lost a hundred golden dragons, the queen lost an emerald pendant, and I lost my knife. Her Grace got the emerald back, but the winner kept the rest.”
“Who?” Catelyn demanded, her mouth dry with fear. Her fingers ached with remembered pain.
“The Imp,” said Littlefinger as Lord Varys watched her face. “Tyrion Lannister.”
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here are all of the brave souls that i lost today in my hyper randomized nuzlocke runs that i did today... they will never be forgotten. and always be missed.
i will be streaming this again same time next week. (psst heres the link to my twich) so if you want to see me avenge my friends, stop by and see the bloodshed. hopefully not our blood but one can hope.
under the readmore will be the details behind their deaths.
RUN 1 -----
SPARROW - flying type camerupt. an angelic sweetheart, a comforting presence in the team. by far the most powerful, died due to my own negligence fighting a monk in the sprout tower, along with puddles.
SIR SPIN - rock type tyrogue. died to an aron hitting him with a bonmerang. i thought there was hope but forgot that it was a two hit move. named for manifesting him to be a hitmontop.
PUDDLES - water type surskit. found in the ruins of alph, died alonside sparrow fighting some random ass monk in the sprout tower. his talent was only knowing aurora beam.
RUN 2 -----
PRINCE - fire/ice type eevee. he was a mysterious fellow, with his Two Different Kinds of Demon Eyes (one with the power of ice and the other with fire) but he always had ways of surprising everyone. with his ability to produce honey. which is weird.
BABYMETAL - steel type weedle. a timid gal, came along with our party because she thought it would be safe for her in a group. unfortunately, she was wrong. but in her last moments she fought with no fear in her heart, willing to sacrifice her life for her friends that she met 10 minutes ago.
DAVE - rock/ground type buizel. had just joined the party right before youngster joey's entei. he didnt even know what was coming.
run 2's party all fell tragically against youngster joey, who in this run happened to have an entei. and had supereffective moves against prince. they all fought valiantly but a level 4 entei was just too much for them to handle.
in conclusion-- of course youngster joey is the one to have an entei. im literally laughing my ass off in like. despair. and in the first one i kept on losing encounters because they were all like mythicals and legendaries xD i am NOT going to be increasing capture rates that is the cowards way out.
but i have to play every battle like its the last one, because even wild pokemon will surprise you (like in sir spin's case).... one of these days i will CONQUER this challenge. and victory will taste so sweet. lol.
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List of future tarot/oracle readings:
Following is the updated list of future tarot readings. I won’t be adding new ones to it until I am totally done with this current list. I have many requests still in my pm, so the reason you might not have recieved a reply from me is because I need to finish this current list first. However I do try to reply quick questions from previous readings if anything needs clarifying.
The more spesific you are with your request, the more likely I can use the right approach for searching for answers. Otherwise, it will be just a general energy reading.
- Carlos Sainz / Rebecca Donaldson / Isa Hernaez
- Evan Peters
-Ross Mcdonald
-Charles leclerc
-Ben Barnes
-Henry Cavill
-Matt Smith
-Aron Taylor Johnson and marriage
-Shawn Mendes and Sabrina Carpenter
- choi Siwon
- Evan Peters and Haley Lu Richardson
- Vinne Hacker Ideal type.
-Joe Burrow and girlfriend
-Harry Style’s ideal type.
-Prince Harry and Meghan Markle
-Bill Skarsgard ideal type.
And to all my followers, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for following my page and for requesting my services. I am a private tarot reading who do personal readings as a second profession, but nit here on tumblr. I made this tumblr account for celeb tarot readings to keep my knowledge and learning intact. And also to keep connection with my energies to my cards and my intuition. It helps me develope my abiliites to interpret the cards more and more.
I am doing this as a hobby and for fun. So please follow my account and my readings with an open mind and positivity. Thank you❤️
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Read in 2023
January
1. Ash Princess by Laura Sebastian - 5/5 ⭐
2. The Silmarillion by Tolkien - 4/5⭐
3. Seide und Schwert by Kai Meyer - 5/5⭐
4. Lanze und Licht by Kai Meyer - 5/5⭐
February
5. Drache und Diamant by Kai Meyer - 5/5⭐
6. Ruin and Rising by Leigh Bardugo - 5/5⭐
7. The Art of Starving by Sam J. Miller - 5/5⭐
8. The Magician’s Nephew by C. S. Lewis - 4/5⭐
9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis - 5/5⭐
March
10. Chain of Thorns by Cassandra Clare - 5/5⭐
11. The Horse and His Boy by C. S. Lewis - 2.75/5⭐
12. Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo - 5/5⭐
April
13. Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo - 5/5⭐
14. One last stop by Casey McQuiston - 3.5/5⭐
15. You Deserve Better by Anne-Marie - 3.75/5⭐
16. Lady Smoke by Laura Sebastian - 5/5⭐
17. Prince Caspian: The Return to Narnia C. S. Lewis - 5/5⭐
18. The Voyage of the Dawn Treader C. S. Lewis - 5/5⭐
May
19. The Silver Chair by C. S. Lewis - 5/5⭐
20. The Last Battle by C. S. Lewis - 4.75/5⭐
21. King of Scars by Leigh Bardugo - 5/5⭐
22. Rule of Wolves by Leigh Bardugo - 5/5⭐
June
23. Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes Book by Suzanne Collins - 5/5⭐
24. Summer poems by Hermann Hesse - 5/5⭐
July
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August
25. Star Wars: Brotherhood by Mike Chen - 4/5⭐
September
26. Harry Potter 1 reread for work
27. Harry Potter 2 reread for work
October
28. Harry Potter 3 reread for work
29. Babel by R.F. Kuang - 4.5/5⭐
30. Poems ll by Hermann Hesse - 4/5⭐
31. Poems by Shakespeare - 4/5⭐
32. If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio - 5/5⭐
33. The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka - 4/5⭐
34. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams - 4.75/5⭐
35. Coraline by Neil Gaiman - 4/5⭐
36. Watership Down by Richard Adams - 4.5/5⭐
37. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum - 4.5/5⭐
38. Star Wars: Stealth by Karen Miller - 5/5⭐
November
39. Star Wars: Wild Space by Karen Miller - 5/5⭐
40. Crush by Richard Siken - 5/5⭐
41. Star Wars: Labyrinth of Evil by James Luceno - 4/5⭐
42. Mary Poppins by P.L. Travers - 4/5⭐
43. I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki by Baek Se-hee - 5/5⭐
44. Was fehlt, wenn ich verschwunden bin by Lilly Lindner - 5/5⭐
45. Dracula by Bram Stoker - 4/5⭐
46. Hamlet by William Shakespeare - 4/5⭐
47. Die Farbe der Rache by Cornelia Funke - 4.5/5⭐
48. Star Wars: Siege by Karen Miller - 5/5⭐
December
49. The girl who decided to go for it by Alice Bromell - 5/5⭐
50. Pride and prejudice by Jane Austen - 4/5⭐
51. Star Wars: Jedi Quest - Path To Truth by Jude Watson - 4.5/5 ⭐
52. Macbeth by William Shakespeare - 3.5/5 ⭐
53. The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater - 5/5⭐
54. Murtagh by Christopher Paolini 4.5/5⭐
55. Star Wars: Jedi Quest - The Way of the Apprentice by Jude Watson 4/5⭐
56. Star Wars: Master & Apprentice by Claudia Gray 4.5/5⭐
57. Just eat it by Laura Thomas 5/5⭐
58. The picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde 5/5⭐
59. Star Wars: Padawan by Kiersten White - 5/5 ⭐
60. Star Wars: The Phantom Menace Graphic Novel - 4/5⭐
61. Star Wars: Attack of the Clones Graphic Novel - 4/5⭐
62. Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith Graphic Novel - 4/5⭐
63. Star Wars: A New Hope Graphic Novel - 4/5⭐
64. Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back Graphic Novel - 4/5⭐
65. Star Wars: Return of the Jedi Graphic Novel - 4/5⭐
66. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens - 5/5⭐
67. Star Wars: The Trail of the Jedi by Jude Watson - 4/5⭐
68. Star Wars: The Dangerous Games by Jude Watson - 4/5⭐
69. Über mir die Wolke by Clara Louise - 4/5⭐
70. The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater - 5/5⭐
71. Blue Lily, Lily Blue by Maggie Stiefvater - 5/5⭐
Dnf:
✖️ Star Wars Episode I
✖️ A Court of Thrones and Roses by Sarah J Maas
✖️ A Touch of Darkness by Scarlett St. Clair
✖️ Luft nach unten by Aron Boks
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August Shine, a gamer, sorcerer and advisor to Prince Aron, is a charming, smart and sweet boy with a complicated past, loves astronomy, games and dressing well. August has ADHD, which makes his life very chaotic, but he tries not to get discouraged! August speaks French and he is Hella’s sorcerer-mentor, and he’s also in love with Aron <3
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Chapter 2: King’s Landing attack
Hello, well thank you to my few readers.
Pairing: The Hound x Sansa Stark
Chapter summary: Sansa is still a prisoner in King’s Landing, until Stannis Baratheon attacks King’s Landing and...
Chapter warnings: violence, blood. Some lines from George R. R. Martin "A clash of kings" book.
Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner
“You mew like a suckling babe,” his brother hissed at him. “Princes aren’t supposed to cry.”
“Prince Aemon the Dragonknight cried the day Princess Naerys wed his brother Aegon,” Sansa Stark said, “and the twins Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk died with tears on their cheeks after each had given the other a mortal wound.”
“Be quiet, or I’ll have Ser Meryn give you a mortal wound,” Joffrey told his betrothed.
Sansa remained silent as she had been ordered to, fearing for her life every day. Every day, she received a punishment for a wrong word, for a glance, or whether it was her brother Robb doing something. She always paid for her own or others' faults, whether they were minor or serious.
The narrow streets were lined by men of the City Watch, holding back the crowd with the shafts of their spears. Ser Jacelyn Bywater went in front, heading a wedge of mounted lancers in black ringmail and golden cloaks. Behind him came Ser Aron Santagar and Ser Balon Swann, bearing the king’s banners, the lion of Lannister and crowned stag of Baratheon.
So, it followed King Joffrey, with Sansa trailing just behind him, her thick auburn hair flowing to her shoulders beneath a net of moonstones. Two of the Kingsguard flanked the couple, the Hound on the king’s right hand and Ser Mandon Moore to the left of the Stark girl.
Next came Tommen, snuffling, with Ser Preston Greenfield in his white armor and cloak, and then Cersei, accompanied by Ser Lancel and protected by Meryn Trant and Boros Blount. Tyrion fell in with his sister. After them followed the High Septon in his litter, and a long tail 314 of other courtiers—Ser Horas Redwyne, Lady Tanda and her daughter, Jalabhar Xho, Lord Gyles Rosby, and the rest. A double column of guardsmen brought up the rear. The unshaven and the unwashed stared at the riders with dull resentment from behind the line of spears. I like this not one speck, Tyrion thought. Bronn had a score of sellswords scattered through the crowd with orders to stop any trouble before it started. Perhaps Cersei had similarly disposed her Kettleblacks. Somehow Tyrion did not think it would help much. If the fire was too hot, you could hardly keep the pudding from scorching by tossing a handful of raisins in the pot. They crossed Fishmonger’s Square and rode along Muddy Way before turning onto the narrow, curving Hook to begin their climb up Aegon’s High Hill. A few voices raised a cry of “Joffrey! All hail, all hail!” as the young king rode by, but for every man who picked up the shout, a hundred kept their silence. The Lannisters moved through a sea of ragged men and hungry women, breasting a tide of sullen eyes.
Sansa observed, fearful, all the misery surrounding them, but most of all, she watched the faces of the starving and angry common folk. In just a few moments, the situation took a turn for the worse: to their left, three gold cloaks went down under the surge, and then the crowd was rushing forward, trampling the fallen men. The Hound had vanished behind, though his riderless horse galloped beside them. Tyrion saw Aron Santagar pulled from the saddle, the gold-and-black Baratheon stag torn from his grasp. Ser Balon Swann dropped the Lannister lion to draw his longsword. He slashed right and left as the fallen banner was ripped apart, the thousand ragged pieces swirling away like crimson leaves in a stormwind. In an instant they were gone. Someone staggered in front of Joffrey’s horse and shrieked as the king rode him down. Whether it had been man, woman, or child Tyrion could not have said. Joffrey was galloping at his side, whey-faced, with Ser Mandon Moore a white shadow on his left.
Sansa tried to break free, to escape from the enraged crowd. She lost the royal procession and, for a brief moment, thought she could return to the Red Keep on her own, believing no one would pay attention to her. But that wasn't the case, three men surrounded her. It was then that she understood something terrible was about to happen to her. She ran as fast as she could, but with little success. She found herself on the ground and dragged away by the men who pursued her.
Sansa screamed in fear, realizing their intentions. She screamed loudly, but none of those three seemed to hear her. Indeed, it seemed to excite them. In no time, their laughter turned into cries of pain: Sandor Clegane arrived to rescue her, eviscerating and slaying her attackers.
“It’s all right, little bird. You’re safe now!” he reassured her, pulling her to her feet and carrying her on his shoulders, he carried her back to the Red Keep. The young Stark feared she would vomit or faint during that journey, she saw severed arms and heads, blood along the streets of King's Landing, disembowelled bodies, scattered entrails.
The Hound finally took her inside the fortified walls and handmaidens surrounded her, the first to ask her how she was was Tyrion "Are you hurt, my lady?"
Sansa couldn't speak, too shaken by that horrible sight, it was Clegane who spoke.
“The little bird is bleeding,” he said. “Someone take her back to her cage and take care of her.”
Her handmaidens rushed to obey, leading Sansa away.
Sansa ate almost nothing that day or the following days, the experience she lived, had a profound impact on her. Master Frenken visits her every day, even Tyrion Lannister - the uncle of her future husband - often visited her, he was kind, it almost seemed like she could trust him, but then Sansa remembered that he was still a Lannister just as she remembered the words of the Hound "Look around and smell carefully: they're all liars here..." the Stark girl turned over in her bed, no, she couldn't trust Tyrion either.
Her betrothed never visited her, only her mother the Queen Regent, Cersei, had come once, told her to get well soon and then with a smirk she added she would blossom soon and not too soon after that moment, her son and Sansa could have married and then give birth future princes and princesses. If Sansa had heard these words months ago, she’d filled with pride and enthusiasm, but now? The idea troubled her deeply.
She no longer wanted to marry the Queen's son, her heart no longer beat for him, not after the horrors he subjected her to, not after he had her beaten, not after he continually threatened her with death. No, Sansa, he couldn't anymore.
He wanted to escape, but… how? When?
The Guards were everywhere, every corridor was always filled with one or more Guards, often the Hound or Ser Meryn roamed the corridors, no, Sansa just couldn't do it, not alone.
The moment came on a night without stars, on a night where the sky was a riot of colors that went from green to orange, from red to yellow with shades of emerald and jade, the air smelled of burning, Sansa had taking refuge in her rooms completely shrouded in darkness, only by opening the curtains she could observe all the colors reflected in the sky.
Sansa started to step back, she was scared, she intended to take advantage of that situation, but she had no idea exactly how to do it... someone coughed behind her and Sansa jumped and turned around. She saw him for a moment, all black and green, the blood on his face dark as tar, his eyes glowing like a dog’s in the sudden glare.
“What are you doing in my rooms?” she asked to the Hound.
“I’m going.”
“Going?”
“The little bird repeats whatever she hears. Going, yes.”
“Where will you go?”
“Away from here. Away from the fires. Go out the Iron Gate, I suppose. North somewhere, anywhere.”
“You won’t get out,” Sansa said. “The queen’s closed up Maegor’s, and the city gates are shut as well.”
“Not to me. I have the white cloak. And I have this.” He patted the pommel of his sword. “The man who tries to stop me is a dead man. Unless he’s on fire.” He laughed bitterly.
“You’d come with me.” he said, “I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.”
“With you?” Sansa asked again.
“The little birds just can't keep from repeating everything… what do you want to become one of those birds with colorful feathers?” he teased her.
“I'm not going with you.” Sansa said with a courage she didn't think she possessed "You are always so... harsh, mean... I don't..." the young woman stopped.
“Am I too cruel for Your Grace's delicacy?” Sandor asked, looking her straight in the eyes “I'm honest. It's the world that's cruel." he informed her roughly “The world is not made for pretty ones like you, the world is a cruel place, if you can’t protect yourself, then you die and someone else lives.”
The Hound suddenly grabbed Sansa by the wrist and Sansa groaned in fear, she feared he would kill her but instead the man just got close to her face and said "Come with me." it wasn't a question, it was just a statement, a statement said in a tone that Sansa had never heard before, or at least the Hound never used that tone of voice.
“I – I need to change.” Sansa only said.
"There's no time." saying these words, the man dragged her away with him.
The Hound moved with incredible speed and grace for a large man like he was, Sansa struggled to keep up with him, she almost had to run. When he opened the door that would allow them to reach the stables, the earth shook and everything around them began to catch fire, the men screamed. Sandor Clegane staggered for an instant in the face of those flames, then abruptly woke up and started running again. They bumped into fleeing men, screaming women, Sansa couldn't even understand who they were hitting just to reach their goal, suddenly something hit her head and Sansa lost consciousness...
Closing remarks... that's how things really went. Sansa should have runaway with the Hound even in the books and in the tv series. Agree or disagree?
Please let me know what you think. If you'd like, if you had questions or comments you could send either in the comments section or my inbox. If you don't like my story don't read, so please no rude comments towards the story, the people who like this story, or me.
Next chapter asap.
#the princess in the north and the hound#game of thrones#fanfic#got#game of thrones fic#game of thrones fanfiction#got fanfiction#got fic#the houndxsansa#the hound#sandor clegane#sansa x sandor#richard armitage#sophie turner
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beautiful prince
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I created Joel today!
And he only has one job: to comfort 🥰
Also… My Oberyn is perfect for me…😍👑
I laughed for 10 minutes because… My sweet Prince, you are right that men like Aron shouldn't even take care of hogs 🤣
#pedro pascal characters#ai oberyn martell#oberyn martell#prince oberyn#ai joel miller#joel miller#ai character
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KING ROBERT BARATHEON, the First of His Name,
His wife, QUEEN CERSEI, of House Lannister,
Their children:
PRINCE JOFFREY, heir to the Iron Throne, twelve,
PRINCESS MYRCELLA, a girl of eight,
PRINCE TOMMEN, a boy of seven,
His brothers:
STANNIS BARATHEON, Lord of Dragonstone,
His wife, LADY SELYSE of House Florent,
Their daughter, SHIREEN, a girl of nine,
RENLY BARATHEON, Lord of Storm’s End,
His small council:
GRAND MAESTER PYCELLE,
LORD PETYR BAELISH, called LITTLEFINGER, master of coin,
LORD STANNIS BARATHEON, master of ships,
LORD RENLY BARATHEON, master of laws,
SER BARRISTAN SELMY, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard,
VARYS, a eunuch called the Spider, master of whisperers,
His court and retainers:
SER ILYN PAYNE, the King’s Justice, a headsman,
SANDOR CLEGANE, called the Hound, sworn shield to Prince Joffrey,
JANOS SLYNT, a commoner, commander of the City Watch of King’s Landing,
JALABHAR XHO, an exile prince from the Summer Isles,
MOON BOY, a jester and fool,
LANCEL and TYREK LANNISTER, squires to the king, the queen’s cousins,
SER ARON SANTAGAR, master-at-arms,
His Kingsguard:
SER BARRISTAN SELMY, Lord Commander,
SER JAIME LANNISTER, called the Kingslayer,
SER BOROS BLOUNT,
SER MERYN TRANT,
SER ARYS OAKHEART,
SER PRESTON GREENFIELD,
SER MANDON MOORE.
#a game of thrones#appendix#house baratheon#agot#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf read through#robert baratheon#cersei lannister#joffrey baratheon#myrcella baratheon#tommen baratheon#stannis baratheon#selyse florent#shireen baratheon#renly baratheon#small council#iron throne#grand maester pycelle#petyr baelish#littlefinger#barristan selmy#kingsguard#varys#ilyn payne#sandor clegane#the hound#janos slynt#jaime lannister#lancel lannister
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muses with added bios:
orys baratheon.
argella durrandon.
torrhen stark.
bryanna stark (oc).
queen rhaenys targaryen.
king viserys i targaryen.
prince daemon targaryen.
queen helaena targaryen.
aegona waters (oc).
aron blacktyde (oc).
allya greyjoy (oc).
tyshara lannister.
cassandra baratheon.
myrmadora haen.
orysa baratheon (oc).
elyra brax (oc).
jocelyn swyft .
the nightingale of braavos. (semi-canon.)
mya costayne (oc).
mara mormont (oc).
gwyneth gaunt (oc).
ashara dayne.
desmera redwyne.
jeyne poole.
fuchsia fylgjar. (oc).
vulpya fylgjar. (oc).
barbara bracken.
maekel wensington (oc).
gaeia haen of lys. (oc).
#out of character ╲ when you play the game › mun.#at the moment! i shall continue tomorrow#i'm mostly focusing on my ocs#or semi-canon barely has a bio muses
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WANTED PLOTS !!
muse: setteth nox valdinia, 300+
fc: chris evans
alt fcs: lee dong-wook, ilhan sen
verses: supernatural
summary: the most two-faced lil shit vampire prince you'll meet & the eldest of his siblings. very manipulative and power-hungry, just waiting on the fall of his father to take over the throne.
PLOTS
here comes the happy couple: an arranged marriage was formed between setteth and the royal human princess. in a world where dhampirs (human/vampire hybrid) are frowned down upon, their families aim to change both of their worlds by forming a political union. they hope to change how dhampirs are viewed the moment they acquire an heir. setteth is more than unhappy at the idea of being tied down to someone he doesn't love. will they be able to fall in love with each other at some point? or will they be nothing more than a political marriage? (rec. fcs: any femme presenting fc!)
goodbye my almost lover: the pair were childhood friends, and they come from a noble house who works closely with the valdinias. the years pass and one thing leads to another. around the time sett is 200, they begin a secret relationship. they become an on-and-off couple typically due to having to hide themselves from the public... though at times, sett's possessive and hot-headed nature can be the problem. in sett's eyes, they are his one true love and is currently having a difficult time trying to let go of them. (rec. fcs: any fc 30+!)
muse: daemon ithilnaur, 400+
fc: sebastian stan (present), thomas doherty (young)
alt fcs: no one yet!
verses: fantasy / supernatural
summary: a cocky and condescending elf, always in a broody mood. daemon became an orphan at a young age and acquired the ability of chaos magic manipulation. being able to kill others so easily, he adapts to a new life as a mercenary... until he's hired to guard the princess of the elves. heavily associated with the lovely @vuotriste's princess calla.
PLOTS
the betrothed: HEAVILY ASSOCIATED WITH PRINCESS CALLA (@vuotriste)! two years have passed since daemon was hired as calla's bodyguard, and in all of this time, it has become clear daemon is in love with calla. news break that the princess is to be wed to another royal elf, this fills daemon with dread. for the first time, he feels a strong hatred toward someone. the pair lead an antagonistic relationship due to their places in calla's heart: for daemon, to not be the one to publicly be by her side and call her his, and for her betrothed, to not have the same level of closeness as daemon does with calla. this is meant to be a heavily antagonistic plot that will come in between daemon and calla's relationship and will also involve 3-way threads. (rec. fcs: chris evans, utp masc. representing)
once upon a time: this elf was the first person to leave a mark in daemon's heart. they trained him in the ways of a mercenary and were partners for many years. afraid of daemon's power, they give her an order to kill daemon. she betrays the mercenary's guild by refusing, and the pair are on the run for a few weeks before they are found again. this is when she gives her life for him by giving daemon a route to escape their fate of being killed by other mercenaries sent by the guild. daemon believes her to be dead, but it is quite the opposite. they never had an official relationship, but they had many fleeting kiss moments where they may have realized they had feelings for each other. daemon loved her once, and being able to see her once again is sure to stir confusion within him. this may also potentially involve 3-way threads with @vuotriste. (rec. fcs: jessica chastain, utp femme presenting fc)
muse: miles dennen, 31
fc: dylan o'brien
alt fcs: aron piper (younger verse), woo do-hwan
verses: supernatural
summary: a somewhat moody werewolf in the process of realizing his alpha nature. originally from upstate ny, fled with remainder of his pack to california after a hunter ambush at the age of 18. lost his mom to child birth and had a very harsh father (the alpha of their pack). recently graduated veterinary school and started working as the other veterinarian at his father's clinic.
PLOTS
you get me so high: miles met this girl shortly after touching down in california. during such a vulnerable time, he found himself falling into bed with her constantly. he's convinced that he likes her at one point, but time passes and he realizes he's mostly physically attracted to her. this causes a rift in their relationship when she decides she wants to become something more serious. they become an on-and-off situationship until he moves for veterinary school. typically, they would fight over her want to be something more, but miles' fear of being hurt never allows him to say yes. she's a bad person for him, and is pretty manipulative and possessive when it comes to him. he cuts off almost all contact with her when he leaves for veterinary school. news spread that he's permanently back, and then they see each other again. will things go back to how they were? or will they be better than before? (rec. fcs: any femme representing fc)
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the multilingual music list you need to enrich your ears
If you’re learning French, Spanish, Italian, etc. & are in need of artists to listen to... i’ve got you ! Here you’ll find music from different genres & most are on spotify.
French
○ indila
○ louane
○ gims
○ angèle
○ yseult
○ nilusi
○ calogero
○ tayc
○ dadju
○ videoclub
○ olivier dion
○ lenni kim
○ céline dion
○ black m
○ vitaa
○ amel bent
○ ya levis
○ lefa
○ tal
○ matt pokora
○ maelle
○ louis and the yakuza
○ kyo
○ thomas dutronc
○ jérémy frerot
○ stromae
○ vianney
○ slimane
○ amir
○ zazie
○ marc dupré
○ pierre de maere
Spanish
○ reik
○ juanes
○ pablo alborán
○ chucho rivas
○ rosalía
○ jesse y joy
○ blas cantó
○ francisca valenzuela
○ camila
○ romeo santos
○ prince royce
○ rozalén
○ vetusta morla
○ sin bandera
○ anthrés
○ mirco tdh
○ natalia lafourcade
○ rsel
○ pol granch
○ izal
○ julio iglesias
○ ana mena
○ cepeda
○ cristian castro
○ andrés suárez
○ son by 4
German
○ elif
○ wincent weiss
○ tim bendzko
○ hava
○ mike singer
○ lea
○ nakima
○ berge
○ anna blue
○ fabien wegerer
○ moritz garth
○ adel tawil
Italian
○ arisa
○ laura pausini
○ lorenzo fragola
○ giorgia
○ francesca michielin
○ marco mengoni
○ annalisa
○ ermal meta
○ alessio bernabei
○ einar
○ the kolors
○ sonohra
○ levante
○ michele merlo
○ matteo romano
○ valerio mazzei
○ holden
○ diego lazzari
○ ultimo
○ albe
○ michele bravi
○ alex w
○ le vibrazioni
○ måneskin
Neapolitan
○ rosario miraggio
○ tony colombo
○ liberato
Swedish
○ darin
○ molly sandén
○ benjamin ingrosso
○ dotter
○ cherrie
○ veronica maggio
○ victor leksell
Norwegian
○ tix
○ chris holsten
○ gabrielle
○ ylva
○ victoria nadine
○ ingeborg
○ ramón
○ stina talling
○ delara
○ bendik
○ kristin
Finnish
○ behm
○ ollie
○ erin
○ abreu
○ pihlaja
○ jvg
○ costee
○ anna puu
○ suvi teräsniska
Icelandic
○ gdrn
○ auður
○ aron can
○ friðrik dór
○ bríet
○ hatari
○ daði freyr
Lithuanian
○ donny montell
○ kaia
○ sisters on wire
○ alanas chosnau
○ jazzu
○ monique
○ monika linkyte
○ gabrielius vagelis
○ evgenya redko
○ vilius
○ jurga
○ igle
Greek
○ marina satti
○ christos mastoras
○ eleonora zouganeli
○ nikos vertis
○ yianna terzi
○ pantelis pantelidis
○ michalis hatzigiannis
○ nikos oikonomopoulos
○ giorgos kakosaios
○ konstantinos argiros
○ stan
○ anastasios rammos
○ llias vrettos
○ giannis haroulis
○ antonis remos
○ giannis ploutarhos
Russian
○ elvira t
○ rauf & faik
○ sergey lazarev
○ dima bilan
○ zivert
○ max barskih
○ loboda
○ gafur
○ mona songz
○ misha marvin
○ serebro
○ ani lorak
○ cream soda
○ jah khalib
○ jony
○ the limba
○ xcho
○ maxim fadeev
○ asammuell
○ egor kreed
○ ooes
○ alyona shvets
○ alekseev
○ кис кис
○ emin
Romanian
○ mark stam
○ carla’s dreams
○ andra
○ the motans
○ emilian
○ liviu teodorescu
○ irina rimes
○ mario fresh
○ andrei banuta
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Aron Brillar, the main character of the third book "The Heir", is a smart boy, a prince and an inventor, he is quite shy, loves ice cream, he is trained in fencing and archery, autistic, sweet boi uwu
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