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misguidedasgardian · 5 months

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Hour of the Wolf (7)

VII. Pestilence

MASTERLIST

Summary: Unbeatable, dangerous enemies make their way through the Red Keep

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, war, death, mentions of killings, genocide and war, threats, arranged marriage, SPOILERS for ASOIAF, and Fire & Blood, also, might spoil House of the Dragon, SPOILERS IN WARNINGS, sickness, epidemic, people dying, angst

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 5 k

Notes: Alright, so there had been a few times skips through the chapters, since they got married it’s been like 2 months, and in here trough outs like another two. Sorry for any mistakes I wrote this in notes and barely choked it

“Anything else?”, you asked your council, “maybe something that you had been keeping from me?”, you were still punishing them with your tough words, even though it's been two weeks since the Iron Fleet situation

Tyland decided to chuckle, as to relieve the tension

“No your grace”

“There is something that had been brought to my attention, your grace”, muttered the Grand Maester, “concerning reports from the White Harbour”, Cregan raised his eyes, “just got the raven this morning… A strange disease has been spreading… people are getting shivers, fever, and then… perishing”

“How bad is it?”, you asked, then you looked at your husband

“The disease appeared first on the three sisters”, he said, “many are dead, half the population…”

“How come we haven’t heard of this before?”, you asked

“I do not know your grace, it appears the Vale wanted to keep it guarded, as they blame it on people from Ibbe, slaughtering the bunch, they did not want to raise alarms”

“For the gods”, you cursed, truly concerned, “I want you to keep communications open with theirs maesters, send them everything we might have on how to deal with this diseases, on the library, I will bet there is information”, you commanded, “also keep the line open with The Citadel, they must have even much information”

“Yes your grace”, said the maester, knowing that you did not said that lightly

“We will help as we can, but we cannot send help physically”, you observed

“Agreed, we need to discourage the spreading of the disease”, muttered Lord Celtigar, “In my travels, I witnesses many diseases, I shall help the maester on the gathering of information”

“That will be much appreciated”, you said, nodding your head at your maester of laws

“We must be careful of the ships and envoys that come from the Vale and from White Harbour, but at the same time, we must aid one of the most important trading points in the North”, determined Cregan

“I agree, with winter fast approaching, we cannot impair the North of their most important harbor”, you said, looking at the naked table in front of you, “how I wish we had the painted table in front of us”, you whispered

“I’ll arrange a well drawn map to be able to us here in the small council chamber”, muttered the Maester

“Thank you”, you said, relieved

“Lord Celtigar, I wish to know about Harrenhal”, you said, looking at your master of Laws

“I’m not gonna lie, events happened in that cursed place from which I have no explanation”, he muttered, “a man died in front of me, because the so-called Queen Witch of Harrenhal command it”, you frowned, thinking he was joking, but he was dead serious

“Some say it was a well time bolt that made that man’s head explode your grace, but, I did not see any arrows”

“What of her?”, you asked

“She presented me with a boy, with blonde hair, she claimed it is Aemond Targaryen’s son, and the rightful heir to the Iron Throne”

You chuckled darkly, the audacity of your uncle, of openly calling your brothers and you bastards, developing a hate that led him to kill your baby brother, only to bed none other than a Strong bastard, and siring a bastard himself, if he had lived, you would have killed him again.

Specially after what he did to you

“We surrounded the castle, took it by storm, killing all the traitors, but, when we storm what would be the royal apartments… she was gone, her and the child, we do not know were she is, or how she could have escaped”, he said, looking at your face for any indications of what you were thinking

“Be honest, should I be concerned?”, you asked then

“I do not think so, your grace, nobody would believe her, and even if they did… I don’t think so, you are well settled in your throne, and… even so… other than the Hightowers, nobody has real reason to raise against you”, you barely nodded, “nobody has the strength, the kingdoms are still healing, and will be so for at least the next five years”

“Raise alarms, in case she is spotted”, you said only, you wanted to eliminate all traces of your uncles, treachery, and war, “what else?”

“The Blackwoods request audience”, muttered Cregan, “Lord Blackwood’s eldest daughter Alyssane is seeking for a husband, let it be reminded the Blackwoods were great supporters of your mother during the war, thanks to them we defeated the Baratheon Army, eliminating Lord Borros, and… The Riverlands turned black because of them”

“And they are welcomed in my court, I shall receive them with open arms, and a banquet in their honor”, you commanded

“I’ll make the arrangements”, muttered Lord Redwyne

“The Iron Fleet, or what remains, the flagship has been spotted sailing here, to King’s landing”

“Have they made their intentions clear?”, you asked

“They wave white flags, request an audience”, you only scoffed, “they claim that, they want to gaze upon the Dragon Queen”

“Of course”, you muttered, “let’s welcome them then, we are home, they are but a few, we shouldn’t be concerned”

Nobody opposed the idea, so they barely nodded

“Of course prepare escorts, I would not let them be for a second while they are here, eyes on them at all times”

Gazing upon the face of the Red Kraken himself gave you a sensation of… disappointment

You were disappointed of him, from the tales, stories of men that had faced him in open sea and also in lands, were the tales of a man that didn’t belong to the land of the living, rather, he had come from the darkest parts of the ocean ready to reclaim land back to the depths

A ruthless men, bloodthirsty, with no remorse or fear of death

“Your grace”, he greeted, bowing theatrically

“Lord Dalton”, you greeted seriously

“The songs do not do justice to your beauty”

“Is that so?”, you did not like his tone, not the mock in his voice and features of his face

“You are more than they say”, he continued

“And what else do they say about me, Lord?”, you asked mockingly, Cregan, by your side, glanced at you, clearly asking you to not engage

“They say men rule in your stead”, he said, you only smiled

“As I have proven, that is not entering true”, you smirked, he chuckled darkly

“That is true”

“So you raided one of my seven kingdoms… to prove me, test me”, you said, now more serious

“I wanted to see who sat the Iron Throne”, he said, “a dragon, or wolves and lions”

You grew bored of this character quickly looking for help in your small council and other lords gathered there

“now it’s clear to me, so I’ve come to offer… other services”, your eyes went back to him

“Services?”, you asked, you did not like the smirk of his face, “such as?”

“Well I’d offer my hand in marriage but… I see I’m too late for that…”, Cregan took a step forwards, anger taking a hold on him, “but I don’t mind being the second”

“You are overstepping”, your husband grunted.

He was not going to allow some guy just coming here and shamelessly think he could just… have you

“All Kings and Queens have lovers”, he said dismissively, “you don’t have to be the exception”

“right…”, you mumbled looking for the eyes of your Queensguard, to ask him to remove him, “I thought you seek audience to reintegrate yourself and your people to the rest of the realms, for the common fool, but you had just come here to make a mockery out of diplomacy”

“your grace you misunderstood, it is costumers for us ironborns to have salt wives… and rock wives”, he said, entertained, by you, you were getting angry, “together, we could have children not only with fire in their veins, but in their head as well”, people laughed, but Cregan was not amused, “worthy of the throne”

“That is enough”, you demanded, “I only need but one husband”, you said, and the court chuckled, “if you are here to mend bonds with the realm you might stay, Lord Dalton, otherwise and although I thank yo Igor your offering, I kindly reject it”, people laughed again and that did not pleased the Kraken, soon, he left and if he had his armada on its entirety, you would be weary, but he didn’t, so you weren’t.

The mood swiftly changed when another introduction was made

“The Lady Alyssane of house Blackwood” presented a guard, you’d think she would have come with the rest of her family, but she presented herself alone in front of you

She was one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen, also, her reputation precedes her. She fought in the war, she led armies, she killed hundreds with bow and arrow.

She was someone to admire

She was the head of her house until her little brother came of age

“Your grace, it’s an honor, thank you for receiving me”, of course she ceased the first word

“Lady Alyssane you are most welcome, I hope you find what you are looking for, you are welcome to stay at court as much as you need to”, she only smiled, bowing perfectly, she also looked at your husband and hand, but… you didn’t like I one bit.

Having the Ironborns at court was one thing, having the Blackwoods was another, it changed the dynamic in the entire court

The former were constantly and daily have dinner with you, and lady Alyssane would sit beside Cregan, and they would chat all night…

You didn’t like it, not at all

But it would be childish of you to chide Cregan for something he didn’t have power over, right?

“But I find that hunting with a spear… is it too slow” the woman giggled, and you could see the conversation had sparked something in Cregan, he was entertained, he was speaking of something he enjoys, a rare thing to find with him

Is not like you did not trusted Cregan, but it was still painful to watch, so you retired early, as many of the other women at court, and left Cregan, the men, and the lady Alyssane, drinking and laughing like old mates.

You were not worried or concerned, only tired by the events of the day.

Cregan though, as soon as you left, was left himself with a sense of emptiness, he found the situation uncomfortable, and soon, followed you

Cregan was on his way to your now shared chambers when he encountered little Jahaera walking in the same direction, a small red blanket in her arm, rubbing her tired face with the other

“Little one, where are you going?”, as soon as she saw him she whined, hugging onto the hand of the nanny that was taking her

“I’m very sorry my lord, she woke up, and wanted to see the Queen”

“Leave us, I’ll take her”, he said, and she, with reluctance, let go of her tiny hand and walked away

He kneeled on the floor just in front of her, with a soft expression on his face

“Why can’t you sleep, little dragonling?”

“I don’t want anyone else to go away”, she whined, her teary eyes make him sad, “If I sleep, she’ll go away”, she explained

“What do you mean?”, he asked softly

“At night… my brother went away… then I went to sleep, and my mommy went away, and then my papa, he went away, when he went to sleep…”, she whined, bitter tears falling from her beautiful eyes

Cregan’s heart broke

“I don’t want my aunty mommy to go away too”, she said

“She won’t, I promise you”, he said

“How do you know?”, she asked, rubbing her eyes

“Because I will protect her with my life, us Starks, we always keep our word, did you know?”, he asked softly

“You will take care of my new mama?”

“I promise you little one”, he said, “and you know, I’m married to your mama, so..”, she only smiled, and hugged him. He hugged her back, stading up and carrying her to the chambers. “one more night you can sleep with your new mommy alright?”, he asked

Jahaera barely nodded again his neck.

She was already sleeping by the time he entered the chambers to find you looking at him with the softest eyes, and the most beautiful smile he had seen.

That little girl and your brother where your family, and he had married you so, they became his family, he needed to step up, and help you with those children

He was determined, he thought the very next day, as he finished his short prayers in the Godswood, he wanted to go back to the Keep, to speak to Ser Arryk about prince Aegon’s training, or the start of.

That boy was too very sad… he needed to look forwards, you needed to fill his mind with something more… history, philosophy, training, to keep him mind fed and occupied with something else.

He walked trough the beautiful garden, thinking about inviting you to eat something outside, that would make you happy

“I must say I’m dissapointed”, Cregan raised his gaze to meet the beautiful Alyssane Blackwood

“The Capital is not to your liking?”, he asked

“Well, no if the betrothal I was hoping to get is… already married”, now that surprised him, looking at her

“My Lady”

“You are a price I was hoping to catch”, she continued, smirking

“Well, you are too late”, he said, trying to make it lighter, with a smile on his face, but she was not releasing her predatory stance

“A pity”, she muttered, looking mindesly at the flowers of the garden, “we could have been great you know”

“Probably”, he muttered

“Are you really happy here in the capital?”, she asked, “wouldn’t you have prefered a wife? A lady of Winterfell?”

“I would prefer no one but the one I gave my word to”, he said, now all serious, he was not going to be polite anymore, “and you are out of line, my lady”

“Just playing with what could have been”, she said, not altered at all by his serious words

“I thought the idea was to look for a match”, they both turned to see you approaching them, “not get into one”, you said bitterly

“Your grace”, she said, now alarmed, as she saw you approaching

“I think you overstayed your welcome, Lady Blackwood, since you found no prospects on this week, you best try somewhere else”, you said simply, standing by Cregan’s side.

She barely nodded, and bowed lightly

“Thank you for your hospitality your grace, but you are right I must take my leave, and hunt in other woods”, she muttered and then she left quite quickly.

You watched her lean and tall figure leave, she was beautiful, her eyes as green as forests, and her hair long, black and lustrous

“It is a pity, if she had been here sooner… maybe she would have managed to hunt you”, you whispered, and then walked on the other direction.

Cregan called your name, but you didn’t turn back, you just kept walking

Cregan haden’t entertained her, but her words still lingered in your ears. You had make him marry you, perhaps he would have preferred a real wife, a lady, a partner for him to take North and be a mother to his child and give him more, that supports him in leading his people, not all the way around

But it was too late now.

What was done was done, is not like you threatened with your dragon for him to marry you, but still, the inavility of managing a match for yourself is what chained him to a life he didn’t even want.

You had commissioned a pathway from the gardens to exit the castle by a stone hallway, that led to the cliffs sorrounding King’s Landing, were your dragon rested, you wanted to see her, maybe even take a little flight.

This stone hallway was tall, windy, and open, much like the one leading to the castle in Dragonstone, Cregan followed you closely

“I didn’t entertain her…”, he explained

“I’m aware”, you answered, but not stopping your movements

“Please”

“Cregan”, you stopped turning to look back at him, “I’m aware you didn’t entertain her, but she is right, I can’t help but think in the “what if”, you explained, “what if I didn’t make you marry me? you could have been back in Winterfell, with your child and your people”

“Yes maybe”, he growled, “but I married you”

“Because of a pact you made when my borthers were still alive”, you said simply, turning to keep walking, but he grabbed you

“Not only because of that”, he growled, looking into your eyes, “I wanted to marry you”, he said

“Why?”

“Why!?”

“Why? because of power?”, you asked

“Not only that”, he said, looking intently into your eyes

“Because I’m broken?”, you asked then, “because I’m a danger to the country?”

“No…”, he said, you both into eachtoher’s eyes, he moved slowly, like you were some wild animal, and he palced his hand on the side of your face. “Because to me you are the most beautiful woman in the seven Kingdoms, because I desired you, you are what I have been promised”, you didn’t know what to say, “I will have half a life with you, and half a life away, but… at least I have something of you”, he said

You kept quiet, the world seemed to stop for a second, and all around you, only the two of you existed.

“I have never been much of a poet”, he said, chuckling darkly, “and I only must say, nobody would have make me marry you if I didn’t want you”, he said this time more darkly, you leaned in kissing him, he kissed you back, trapping your lips on his greedily

“I wanted you too”, you said, “because you and I… were ment to be together”, you said certainly

“Fire and Ice”, he said, “nobody make us marry, we chose it, because we knew, together we could have everything”, he said with a husky voice, “power, love, a family”

“Together”, you confirmed, sealing your words with another longing kiss, “We need to settle in our roles as husband and wife”, you whispered with an entertained voice

“I’ll settle you in our bed as of right now”, he growled, “But I will settle for having you here…”

“No!”, you giggled as he grabbed you pulling you towards the grass on the other side of the passage.

He layed you down in the open, where anybody could see

“The nerve of that woman”, he growled over you, “of ever thinking I could have chosen her, instead of you”

“the audacity”, you chuckled

“Perhaps we should have her watch as I ravage you”, he said opening the top of your riding gear, his mouth on the skin of your neck and collarbones

“Cregan Stark!”, you shrieked, “I didn’t know this side of you”, you moaned, as you spread your legs to fit his form between them.

“We have the power, and our love… let’s make our family”, he whispered against your neck, “dark haired children worthy of the throne…” he mocked the words of Dalton

Cregan and you shared looks over the table, little smirks, you two were like two giggly lovers from the stories

“Concerns about the desease are increasing, despise out best efforts, it’s coming trough the port…”, muttered the Grand Maester, bringing the attention back to the situation at hand, “there is no control…”, he was interrupted when Tyland coughed, trying to hide it in a hankerchief, now you noticed that… he looked sickly

“Are you well, Tyland?”, you asked with concern, as the man looked possibly ghostly, pale, heavy sweat on his forehead

“Forgive me your grace”, he coughed, “I do not feel well”

Cregan stood from the table like a spring, and grabbed you, pushing you gently backwards towards the window

“Get away, hold your breath”, he commanded, all the men stood from the table, taking steps back from Tyland

“I’m well”, he tried to argue, but Arryk grabbed your other side, using his cape to cover your face, making you blind, but both men led you out of the room.

“Is this necessary?”, you asked, concerned

“Very”, growled Cregan, “the Winter fever has reached the Red Keep, take the necessary measures, nobody meets anyone, people should stay in their apartments”

“Yes M’Lord”, muttered Arryk

They finally released you in your rooms

“Wait!”, you called as they left you alone and were about to close the door, “what about Aegon and Jahaera?”

“We need to keep you separated”, he said firmly, “in case…”, your eyes filled with tears

“Yes I understand”, you murmured

“We will keep them together”, he assured you, “nobody will see them…”

“Wait!”, you called as he was about to close the door, “stay here with me”

“Someone needs to organize this”, he said seriously

“Not you!”, you called

“I have to”, he said seriously, and he closed the doors, trapping you inside

You were loosing your mind….

You had books, they brought you food and Cregan would come at the door and give you updates twice a day…

You had done all you could, you had commanded medicine to be send, as well as the knowledge to help the cities fight this, but they wouldn’t let you out, you hadn’t seen anyone in weeks. At least half the Kingdoms had fallen into madness and sickness

“Tyland… didn’t make it” Cregan whispered against the door, “10 servants didn’t either”, you shed bitter tears at the other side of the door

“Gods… Tyland”, you whined

“Alicent has fallen to the sickness as well”, he murmured, but you heard him alright

“What about Aegon and Jahaera?”

“They ask about you constantly, yet… they are in good spirits, with their Nannies who had also scaped this”

“Good”, you whispered, “please send word to Casterly Rock”

“Already did, those lucky bastards weren’t hit by the desease, neither has the Reach nor Dorne, it seemed it is stuck in the Crownlands, the Vale and the North"

"at least some of us are spared"

"its been a moon since Tyland was sick, we will get trough this", he said, "the worst is…", he got quiet, and you whined when you heard a cough

"Cregan?", you asked

"I'm fine, some dust sneaked his way to my throat", he said lightly

“Are you sure?”, you asked, grabbing the knob of the door

“Yes” he said, “A message has arrived from the Citadel from the maesters, I should tend to it” he said

“Please come back”, you begged

“Always”, he said, and left you

The next day… he didn’t came back

“His grace has taken abed your grace”, said Ser Arryk, “the maester is tending to him”. You opened the door, to his surprise

“Your grace”

“If the maester falls sick we are all dead, I’ll tend to him”

“No!” He said trying to grab you, but only one look and he desisted

You ran down the hallways and entered his rooms…

Cregan laid in his bed, pale, you could see the sweat on his forehead, and the shivers running up and down his arms and his whole body. You were by his side in a minute, grabbing his hand

“Cregan”, you called, but to no answer, his eyelids fluttered, he seemed like he was going to open his eyes, but he didn’t, instead he just mumbled something, sounded more like a grunt.

The Grand Maester didn’t lie to you…

Most… almost all of those who catched the fever perished…

You needed to prepare for the worst… and yet, your eyes filled with tears and a desperation consumed you, as you started crying silently

“Please don’t leave me”, you cried, “please”, you begged, grabbing onto his hand tightly, “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you”, you admitted, he squeezed your hand a little

“Rickon”, he whispered, in his feverish dreams, “my son”, you frowned, concerned, at the worry on his features even in his sleep

He was calling for his son, the son you had kept him from, the only son he had.

You placed your hand on your lower belly, then you placed his hand there

“You need to get better”, you begged, “your son needs you, the North needs you… our baby needs you… I need you”, you prayed, his naked chest was pearled with sweat he was burning up. You stood up removed your clothes and laid by his side grabbing into him, making sure your body stuck to his as much as you could, so you’ll lower his body temperature with yours, after giving him the medicine indicated by the doctor.

It all depends on him, and the gods.

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Nobody’s Choice

A/N: I am so sorry I ended part 2 in a cliffhanger…it was cruel…and…rude. I hope that this beautiful fic will…make up for my…wrong doings <3

Summary: When then mating bond finally snaps into place, what are you meant to do when you realise your mate has another in his heart, will you break it off to save yourself, or will your mate be able to save this heartbreak?

Request: N/A but highly anticipated.

Pairing: Azriel x Witch!Reader

Warnings: breaking of mating bond, talking to ancestors, major angst, cliffhanger, self-doubt.

My Masterlists & Rules

Part 1 — His Second Choice? // Part 2 — Your Choice.

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"Azriel...I-" But something made you pause. You knew there was no way Azriel could be with you forever. You had seen the lingering glances he had given Elain. You couldn't deny that they shared a connection that you both didn't have...not anymore. However, Azriel was also a male of honour. If you wished it, he would never see Elain again, but how could you do that to him. He will eventually resent you for it, maybe not of his own accord, but with time. You couldn't rip away his will, but you couldn't give him what he wanted in this moment right now. Eventually he would realise that though you were mates, his heart belonged else where.

You looked down at the male again. And as you weighed your options carefully, you knew what you had to say, what you needed him to believe.

"Okay," You plastered a smile on your face, and in a split second you let a piece of happiness in all this sorrow slip down the bridge of the bond and slam into his side. It was enough for him to beam up at you, to sweep you into his arms as he celebrated. If only he knew that inside, you couldn't enjoy this moment with him. He thanked you, his eyes bright, and without a word he instructed you to get ready quickly, because he wanted to give you the best night you had ever experienced. Nodding, you shooed him away.

As soon as he was out of your sight, gone to prepare what he planned, you fell to you knees. Maybe, you could lie to yourself, but the second you awoke you could feel that spark of desire from his side of the bond, maybe it was so small that even he didn't know it was there, but it only takes so much for a spark to become a flame and a flame to become wildfire.

You had to let go of him, you had to break it. Break this damn bond that shackled you to him, break it, and return home. Ever since the war you itched to return to your own people, but stayed in Velaris because you had hoped that Azriel would choose you. It was naive and a ridiculous notion.

You remembered what you had said to your ancestor. You remembered her eyes when you asked that question. How do you break the bond? She had looked at you, sad and sombre. You knew you weren't the first witch to be soulmates with a Fae, and you wouldn't be the last to break the bridge between two souls.

You closed you eyes and with a wave of your hand, who you summoned, appeared. You opened your eyes and came face to face with none other then the suriel. It bent down to meet your eyes, and as you stood tall, folding your hands in front of you skirts, its eyes widened in recognition. "Princess-" "Queen. My mother died. But you already knew that," The Suriel was silent but nodded it's head, waiting for orders.

"I need you to tell me how to break a mating bond," Hearing that, The Suriel paused. It didn't want to tell you, after all, The Suriels prioritised their friend's wellbeing first. You had become friends with The Suriel species when you were eight, they were your friends along side you, and they were very protective. However, this was a question that you needed the answer to.

"A ritual, you can find it in your mother's library, but be careful little one, many have suffered dire consequences," The ominous warning sent chills down your spine, and you nodded. You weaved anew cloak from thin air and handed it to The Suriel, before it bowed and left. You sensed there was worry in its eyes, however, you couldn't care enough. You needed to do this.

With a wave of a hand and a flash of light, you looked around as your surroundings melted away and became something else entirely.

Home.

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The walls were the same. So was the lighting. But the bookshelves were dusty, the table worn and on the verge of breaking, what once full of life, was now abandoned. Before the first war you had lived here, but after your people had abandoned this place, the knowledge with it. And now you needed one piece of information in the whole library.

As you scanned the endless stacks of scrolls and books upon books, stuffed onto shelves that looked like they were going to collapse under the weight of the books, you realised that you should have asked The Suriel specifically which book you needed to get. It would take forever to go through your mother's private library.

Cracking your knuckles and gritting your teeth, you approached the first shelf. This would take a while. But, it would be worth it.

The first hour went by with no luck.

The second hour you felt Azriel reach down the bond, you gently told him that you had plans and couldn't join him.

The third hour you finally found it.

"Oh for wickedness sake, it was here the whole time!?" You hissed as you realised that the spell you were looking for...was in your mother's old diary. Of course. You should have looked there first. Part of you wanted to throw the damn book across the room with how much time it took to find it. However, you calmed yourself. Now all you needed to do is get your hands on some damn salt...and a knife.

You conducted a few practice rituals to ensure that your magic was ready for the advanced spells, the sky had already darkened by the time you were ready to journey home. The journey back home was, tiring, after a full day of searching and rituals, you weren't exactly primed for spell-casting, especially not transportation spells. Then again, if you didn’t return, the night court would suspect you. So you prepared yourself for the exhaustion that would hit you the second you arrived.

But nothing would have prepared you for what greeted you the second you arrived.

Rhysand and Cassian were there…waiting. Their eyes were fuelled with anger as they stepped towards you.

“Where have you been?” Rhys demanded. Cassian stayed silent as his gaze stayed on you, surveying you for possible injuries. You fidgeted as you tried to take a stp back but you were stopped by two people behind you. Mor and Nesta.

“I was just…running errands.” “Don’t lie to me,” Rhys snapped. Your eyes shuttered. You looked down and cursed as tears began to stream down your face uncontrollably. Everything you had been keeping inside came down in waves, one after another.

Gentle hands guided you to sit as your friends surrounded you. “You can finally take control of all this, why do you hurt yourself?” Rhys prompted. You shook your head. No. There was no control in this situation. “I don’t want control, I want to let go,” You choked out, crying into the front of Mor’s dress. Nesta pulled back your hair and brushed through it, the action soothing your slightly. Rhys swore as he realised how miserable you truly were. Cassian was furious.

“I’m gonna kill Azriel,” He mumbled, but you stopped him. “No! It’s not his fault…besides, not all mates are meant to be,” You didn’t know whether you were convincing them or yourself. You only knew that you couldn’t tell them your plan. You were so…tired…

“I’m just gonna go to bed…can we do this tomorrow?” You asked. They all exchanged looks, but eventually, you were helped to your room, and it wasn’t long before you finally fell asleep.

~*~*~*~*~

“You are a child…remember…you are the descendent of the greatest kind in all on Prythian…you are their queen,” You looked away from your ancestor as you kneeled before her. “My heart tells me to stay, my head tells me to break it,” The Queen smiled as she looked down at you. It was a kind smile. Like no other, it was pure, and genuine and something in you warmed at that familial love that you missed so much. “And what of your gut?” You went silent as you looked down.

“I’m not sure…” You fidgeted again. “You know the consequences of breaking the bond, yes?” You nodded. Most witches died because of the absolute pain they went through. The only witches who could survive were those of the strongest blood. Azriel would feel the unbearable pain too but his chances of dying were slim as he was mated to a witch not a fae.

“What about your mate?” You asked her. Her face fell as her eyes seemed to flicker to hurt, sorrow. “He was a faerie…like yours…but different. He had beautiful red hair that fell to his shoulders and he could manipulate flame. I loved him…it was us against the world,” Tears seemed to fill her eyes. “We fought to be together and eventually, we were. I thought we were happy, I had four beautiful children, one was a true witch while two were fae and witch, the last on was a fae. It was two girls and two boys. We were a family..” She closed her eyes, a stray tear falling down her face.

“On day I came home early from the market with the children…and there he was. With his mistress. The fae female that his father had wanted him to marry when we first got together,” Her tone was bitter and your heart broke for your ancestor. “I left him…never heard from him again. But I do know that he ended up marrying that whore and having their own children.” She seemed to straighten. “I don’t believe that all fae males are that way…but you must understand. Just because he is you mate. Does not mean his heart will stay with you. Because we are not like them, we are witches, and for millenia we have been hunted and hated,” You nodded your understanding.

You had to remember. A comet could become a meteor. A candle could become a blaze. A male can be a monster. But when, does a ripple become a tidal wave? when does the reason become the blame? does a male become a monster?

She waved to you, dismissal as your vision of you surroundings began to darken. You were ready.

~*~*~*~*~

Dragging yourself out of bed at 3 in the morning was far from easy. But you needed to sneak out before anyone else was awake. You listened carefully to the house around you, keeping an ear open for footsteps or careful calculated breathing instead of the shallow breaths of deep sleep.

You were in the clear.

Silently, you waved a hand in the air as you summoned the portal to your home realm. It was time for you to finally...finally execute this plan. Humming, you smiled as you realised you'd finally be free. Yet something weighed down something made you want of pause and think of what could be. But as you looked into your memories, those thoughts, his heart, tears filled your eyes and you looked at your palms.

You didn’t understand. Was she prettier then you? Was it because she liked flowers not books, liked gentleness more then confidence? Was it because she was brighter? Softer on the inside? Or was it because she was still naive to the darkness of the world?

Why?

Why would the cauldron give you a mate that loved another?

That you did not know. But you sure as hell would do something about it. You drag your ass out of this bed and perform that damned spell, you would break this cursed bond then you would go home. To the people you hid so long ago. And you would rule with compassion and love. You would find peace in this chaos, find light in this dark.

A wave of your hand, an inhale and exhale. You closed your eyes for a second as you felt your surroundings shift and change, you held the book that you had grabbed tight to your chest and as you pealed you eyes open you knew exactly where you were.

The library might have restricted people from winnowing in, but faeries didn’t know how to ward of witch spells. You sifted through the pages, carefully, afraid that the book would fall apart in your hands, terrified that if you even blinked your plan would disintegrate before your very eyes.

You had to finish this.

A bag materialised from the air as you pulled out bright red sand. It was unique to your kind, specially made for rituels. This was no ordinary coloured sand. To your knowledge, specially taught witched had bathed this sand in powerful spell potions, they could be manipulated to follow any shape, as long as it was right. The sand would be able to activate the ritual, to break the bond.

You smiled as you reminisced over the lessons that you had learnt such information from, when your mother was still alive to chase you around the palace if just to make you sit down and listen for five minutes. Now, you would give anything to sit with her, to listen to her careful warnings, the soft lilt of her voice, or the firmness she held as she tried to dissuade you from doing anything mischievous. But that was a long time ago, and…she was long gone.

Your heart cracked.

You blinked back more tears as you finished pouring the last line of the symbol. It was a large circle that had symbols tracing the inside, slowly spiralling to the middle. It was very old language that loosely translated to ‘breaking mates’.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped in and as you dropped a strand of Azriel’s hair in the centre, one that you had picked up from his brush, light flashed. It was bright and it was hot, you flinched closing your eyes.

And screamed.

~*~*~*~*~

It was unbearable, the pain. It was endless, it was torture, it was everything and nothing all at the same time. You screamed louder, screamed even as your throat was dry and hurt like hell. You screamed as the pain seemed to stab you over and over again. Screamed as you fell to your knees, barely being able to handle the torture that was punishment for breaking a fated bond.

Azriel’s POV

My eyes flew open as pain began to grew in my chest. It burnt, burnt like the fire that had lit my hands up all those years ago, it speared my soul and I watched in horror as a thread seemed to be materialising from my chest, it was going somewhere.

I barely managed to stand as I stumbled through the door, hand gripping onto that thread, some part of me knew, something was wrong with Y/N.

I made it to Cassian’s room, pounding on the door even as the pain seemed to rip me apart. He opened the door after a few minutes, his eyes heavy from sleep, and I saw Nesta behind him, annoyed. But as they saw me in my state of distress, saw the bond that had somehow shown itself clear as day, they immediately jumped, Cassian rushing to support me, Nesta running to where ever the thread was leading to.

“The library! Hurry!” She hollered back at us. Cassian let me lean against him, we seemed to have woken the whole house as I heard Nyx begin to cry from all the commotion. Rhys winnowed in front of us, if looks could kill we would both be dead, but his demeanour shifted, rushing to help Cassian with my other side. Cassian grunted out the location and Rhys nodded. However, nothing in all 500 years of training could have prepared us for what we would see.

When we entered the library, my knees were ready to give out, I watched, terrified, and my gaze was hazy as I looked to see Y/N, in the middle of a spell. It had to be. I recognised the sand from the times she had been talking about her abilities. But what was she doing. My head pounded and as I read the old language that Amren had taught me, my heart dropped.

I reached out, wanting to hold on to that bond, but as Y/N looked at me, after what seemed like an eternity, through that blinding light, blood dripped down her nose.

Drip.

Drip..

Drip…

And the pain stopped as I collapsed, screaming being the last thing I hear as darkness consumed me.

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carlyraejepsans · 3 months

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Yknow, despite how it is impossible by all Ingame options, I wonder how a neutral route with *ONLY* Sans (and Asgore ig) killed would look? Would he count enough as a boss monster (NOT a Boss Monster) to push it from a Queen Toriel ending to an Empress Undyne ending? How would Alphys react (She lost one of her closest friends, but she still has MTT and Undyne around.)? How would Papyrus react (Would he go full angst mode and try close away his heart? Would he become even more of a people pleaser, trying to make sure he doesn't repeat whatever mistake he made with you again? Would he go into denial mode, trying to find Flowey to set things right with him either finding him or not based on what Frisk choses after the FloweyX fight? So many choises), especially with how he seems to Know Something he doesn't let on. I'd imagine that (provided it's a Queen Toriel Ending) Undyne wouldn't be thar affected, sad that Papyrus lost a brother rather than sad that Sans died (she never is close with Sans. She doesn't hate him, but she doesn't know him as more than "Papyrus weird brother" and "My sentry that works the ABSOLUTE bare minimum needed"). I don't think mettaton would appear or be affected, leaving the call pretty limited. So we have Papyrus and Maybe Undyne, with Papyrus probably being... kinda miffed that everything is going along the same, as if Everything hasn't changed. Bonus points if it's Post Dates, leaving a pretty aimless Undyne moving into Sans room, trying to fill a void that she never can. It isn't some threat she can suplex or teach to cook, it's the world being unfair.

(This also would give a pretty Unique Undyne state, being halfway between her "I don't like that you had to kill Asgore, but it's what you had to do" mindset and her more common "You betrayed me in such a soul crushing way it'll affect how I love forever" mindset in most Neutral Endings. I can imagine her actually trying to rationalise it, because the human only killed Asgore (sucks but she Gets It), and... Sans. The easiest enemy, one too weak to make it into the guard, and almost too weak to be a Sentry (Sans would have no reason to reveal Blasters, and his magic would barely scratch the TRUE HERO of the Underground when Karma is factored in. All she would see is surprisingly complex patterns that don't deal even a tenth of her hp). So surely, they had a reason, right? Why else would they do it?)

Forgive any bad writing it's literally 2 AM rn where I am

can't not confess I've thought about it too, but it IS really hard to extend as a concept because there's just... really no way for sans to die outside of the NM run. and I don't mean logistically, i mean character-wise he is so defined by his survival. by his Being There as everything falls apart. the final girl last man standing in the story. so the whole concept immediately falls apart.

undyne wouldn't personally grieve him, seeing as they didn't really know each other, but she WOULD still feel his death on her conscience as she does with every other monster killed in neutral runs. plus, there's her friendship with papyrus to emotionally aggravate things.

papyrus would definitely go into denial. he would be annoyed about him vanishing all of a sudden, then it'd turn to worry, then as his worries become more and more plausible, he'd shut out all rational thought about the subject and pretend everything is alright. i like the idea of him reaching out to flowey, but he'd try to explain his plan while also comtradicting himself all the time in order to never say outloud "sans is dead. we need to fix this"

betrayed undyne... yeah this is where it falls apart again, since you'd have to reason why sans would die (or even instigate a fight at all) in the final corridor during what has so far been a flawless pacifist run.

buuut pushing past the visceral resistance to the concept. i can easily see a scene where the betrayal pushes her to lose it and seek revenge like it does in normal neutral runs, and her looking to papyrus for training help/human destroying plans. and just... meeting a Wall of denial. that would be a harrowing talk. something people don't mention enough is that papyrus sees himself as sans' caretaker as much if not even more than sans does towards him. a world where sans is dead is a world where he failed his brother. it would devastate him. so he clings to anything not to think about it/delude himself. and here comes undyne ready to shatter that fragile hope. it would be a horrible moment between them

but yeah. everything aside, sans would straight up just not die lol.

#answered asks #undertale #sans #papyrus #undyne

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Jason Grace was the bastard son of King Jupiter, which was far from being an impactful information. The King was known for his affairs and the amount of bastard children that came from them. The only unusual thing about the situation would be how Queen Juno dealt with the situation. She liked to be in charge of all of them. The boys became guards. The girls cleaners. All of them being supervised by the Queen constantly, working in the palace. She had trusted people in charge of them, reports were sent weekly. They could amount to no problem with the Queen herself controlling them.

It was because of this situation that Jason found himself in the Queen’s presence. He was a kid. Maybe twelve. Maybe younger. He had barely seen the Queen throughout his life. He had seen his father even less times. This was all to say that the kid knew something was wrong, he just had no idea what.

Jason was standing straight, not looking directly at the Queen. He hadn’t received enough instruction on how to behave. What if he made her annoyed and she asked to decapitate him? Could she do that?

“Your performance has been unsatisfactory.”

The Queen looked at Jason like she expected an answer. So the boy gave her one.

“I.. I don’t understand, Your Majesty. I’m as good as every other boy.”

“Exactly. You need to be better. No one can think the bastard children are being favored. This situation is already messy, don’t make it worse.”

The Queen waved her hand. Jason should go. How could he do what the Queen asked?

…

Nico di Angelo was the son of Hades. There weren’t many of them. The King loved his spouse dearly and it was very rare for any woman to catch his attention enough to be made concubine. Maria di Angelo was one of these rare women. Nico was one of the rare children. Persephone, Hades’ favorite woman, treated the situation with grace. She made sure all children received the same education and treatment, it didn’t matter who the mother was. Some people said she treated the combine’s kids like hers out of kindness and generosity. Others said she was only aware that the King wouldn’t see any sort of discrimination with good eyes. In the end the reasons didn’t matter, not to Nico anyway.

When a little boy he was allowed to be as hyperactive and enthusiastic as he wished. After the death of his mother and sister he was allowed to be as quiet and alone as he wished.

…

Some years later, Jason Grace was summoned to the Queen's chamber again. He was taller, bigger, stronger. No one could call him a child, but he was still a boy. He couldn't be more than 17 years old.

It was the second time Jason would have a conversation with the Queen. He was analysing his behavior in the past months, had he committed a great mistake? Was it a problem with his performance again? Someone heard that one time he complained about his father?

Regardless of all that, Jason was a boy with a mission. He would ask the Queen about his mother.

The Queen stopped working with her papers when Jason entered the room.

"You must be aware that Hades' ambassador is coming." Jason nodded. "He will bring his own personal guards, but whenever he leaves the palace he will have our guards to protect him. You'll be one of them. I believe I don't need to tell you how important this is."

"I'll do my best, Your Majesty."

The Queen seemed satisfied and went back to her paperwork without waiting for Jason to leave. The boy took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty, I do not mean to bother, but I was wondering if you could tell me about my mother."

"What about her?"

"You keep track of all the King's lovers, right? I wish to know what happened to her."

"Didn't your sister tell you? She died less than three years after you left."

Jason wasn't sure what to do with what the Queen had told her.

"I met her. You don't find many people who are not only aware of their shortcomings, but also honest about them. I admired her for that."

If you asked later, not that you'd know about it, but if you did Jason wouldn't know how to explain why he did what he did. But he'd tell you he was satisfied with the results.

"Aren't you like this, Your Majesty?"

The Queen blinked. She looked more amused than annoyed. Maybe Jason was lucky, maybe the Queen wasn't so bad.

"I'm not allowed to make mistakes. This whole deal with you and the other bastards… Sometimes I think that if one of you steps out of line, Jupiter will divorce me. I know in some moments it looks like I want to punish you all, and I'm gonna be honest sometimes I do, however in the end I just want to keep it up together."

…

The ambassador was handsome or so would Jason tell his sister. He had black hair that fell to his shoulders when free, olive skin, deep brown eyes, slim figure.

…

On his visit to Olympus, one guard caught Nico's attention. Hazel, his sister, convinced him to describe the guy to her so she could draw him. Nico spent an embarrassing amount of time starting the ready drawing.

…

Hazel loved horses, she would ride them as much as she could. Sometimes Nico would go with her. It was in one of those moments that Nico told the news to Hazel.

"Father wants me to become a permanent ambassador. He said I looked happier after the trip."

"Does he know about the guard?"

"He wasn't…. I didn't…"

"I'm just kidding Nico. I do think traveling to new places would be good for you. Would you take me to some of your trips?"

"Of course, as long as you want and Father allows, I'll be more than glad to have you with me."

…

Whenever Nico went to Olympus, which happened once every couple of months, Jason would be assigned to guard him. Some years have passed, they were both men now and Jason had guarded a lot of information about the ambassador. He enjoyed learning about the differences in cultures, didn't talk much until he did, he enjoyed playing games, silent places, liked listening to music more than going to the theater, had a specific taste in clothes, adored his sister, was good at sword play and could be really threatening.

Nico, on the other hand, knew nothing about the knight. He liked to imagine what the guard did on his spare time.

…

There was an attack. Long short story, they ended up locked in a room together in silence. For hours. Until Nico couldn't deal with it anymore.

"Can we please talk?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but this could distract me and endanger your life."

The guard wasn't even looking in Nico's direction.

"Please, I'm going crazy."

With a sigh, the guard nodded. Nico was surprised it didn't take any longer to convince him.

"What do you want to talk about, sir?"

"I don't know, anything. What is your name? What do you do in your spare time? What do you like? What do you dislike?"

"My name is Jason Grace. I like to read, tragedies are my favorites. I enjoy when we go to work on some construction, it makes me feel helpful. I like the rain. I don't like swimming."

"You did answer them all."

"I did as you asked."

Without knowing, Jason killed the opportunity to continue the conversation with the ambassador. Nico didn't want to feel like he forced Jason to do anything. So the silence came back.

…

On the next visit, Jason fought with Nico daily. He was the best sword fighter and therefore was chosen as Nico's partner when the man showed desire to train his skills. On those days they talked. Both men thought about the conversations all the months they spent away.

…

The next time Nico went to Olympus, the Queen asked to talk to him privately. He never told anyone about it. The effects of it were felt regardless. The Queen started playing matchmaker and the result was Nico and Jason spending more time together.

…

It wasn't a normal relationship and maybe it would never be. But it made both of them happy.

#jasicoweek2023 #jasico #nico di angelo #jason grace #day 7

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aniseandspearmint · 8 months

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LOTR AU idea:

How much more complicated would it make things if Arathorn was a trans man? He and Gilraen can't have a kid because of that, but they WANT one (also there's the whole thing about the line of kings and needing a blood heir, but that's secondary here) so, they need to do something about that right?

So, a plan is hatched. A list is drawn up!

A) They need a male with the relevant bits. B) It needs to be someone very certainly NOT anyone they know to be politically awkward. C) It very very much needs to be an individual disinclined to claim the child and cause trouble. D) It needs to be someone Arathorn and Gilraen are comfortable bedding a few times (A: ... well, you wouldn't have to if you don't want to? G: Shuddup, we are doing this TOGETHER.)

That .. kind of rules out a lot of people they know. Most of the rangers, most of the people that live in Imladris.

BUT THEY FIND A PERSON. (And if maybe one of those points up on that list is brushed aside, well ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

Maybe it's a simple married couple and genetic material donor have several encounters and then the donor walks away after a child is made thing. Maybe it became more than that. No one is telling.

However it goes, Aragorn happens!

Everything is fine and there's no fallout and- then Arathorn dies. And Gilraen takes their son to Imladris.

And Elrond takes one look at a child that definitely has FAR more than a trace of elven blood. And very familiar eyes.

E: Wh- who did you say you chose, when you and Arathorn decided to have a child?

G: A friend.

And that's all she'll say. Elrond managed to get her to confirm the friend was an elf, but that's all she EVER says.

... But Elrond knows those eyes. The curve of that jaw. Those curls are perhaps coarser yes, as edain hair often is. There is undeniably a great deal of Arathorn in the child, yes, but many traits that clearly came from elsewhere.

He wrapped his own small hands in hair like that a very very long time ago.

He can't not see Maglor Feanorion in his own foster son any more than he could unsee the sun. It's never confirmed, but-

Elrond has a headache (and a heartache).

Aragorn is a peredhel AU!

Aragorn as Maglor's kid AU!

How much would this screw up things? Depends! Is Aragorn mortal, or does he have a CHOICE to make? *shakes the box of dolls gleefully*

I kind of like the idea of a have your cake and eat it too thing where Aragorn and Arwen still become King and Queen of Gondor, but its kind of like they're more of regents laying the groundwork for whichever child of theirs chooses mortality. Arwen Knows at least one will, she's Seen it.

It's nonsense I know, but it's FUN nonsense.

#my writing #i have NO idea where this would go tbh #i just like the extra layer of fuckery this would layer over top of everything #lotr #aragorn #arathorn #gilraen #maglor feanorion #elrond peredhel #lbr the REALLY unrealistic aspect of tolkien is the lack of other peredhel running around

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bohemian-nights · 9 months

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Finished watching “House of The Dragon” for the first time a few weeks age and for the most part I really enjoyed it. But then then I started involving myself in fandom discussions ….is it weird that I thought it was weird how many people shipped Daemon and Rhaneyra? I would like to point out that I’ve not read Fire&Blood yet so maybe their relationship is different/better in the books but.....show wise I haven’t really seen anything to make me want anything they have (in their romantic relationship that is) for myself. Then the fact that he’s her Uncle has always rubbed me the wrong way. Of course people can ship what they want and I’m not trying to shame them or anything like that but it’s just a little weird to me.

I’ve been on the internet for a long while now so of course I know that fictional and real world incest exists and that there are different literatures that have incestuous relationships but for the most part (from what I’ve seen) either the book/show/movie paints it in a bad way or the actual fandom itself points out that it’s weird and unhealthy because it’s incest. I think “House Of The Dragon” may be the first show I’ve seen to do otherwise. Maybe I haven’t been properly “desensitized” to it since this is the first time I’ve ever really had an interest in anything by or based off of George R. R. Martin’s work. So tell me are the relationship(s) different in the books? Better? Worse?

It is very odd and no their relationship isn’t described as any better/romantic in Fire & Blood. In fact you could make the argument that it’s worse considering 1/2 of the passages that Dumbnyra stans argue show Daemon and Rhaenyra’s “love” are when she’s underage🙃

She’s like 8 here and Daemon is in his 20s:

Oh so romantic. Daemon loves his niece so much except gasp he took away his affection once he knew that she was going to be made his brothers heir and not himself:

He comes back though when he realizes he can be closer to the throne if he compromises her and forces daddies hand. Being groomed and having your rep ruined is the stuff of Jane Austen novels😍 She’s 14 here and Daemon is 30:

Does it get better when Rhaenyra is finally legal? Nope.

Here they marry six months after both their spouses die which they claim is “romantic,” but it really reads more like a quickie wedding cause Rhaenyra got pregnant(and if they were really f*cking while Laena is alive why didn’t her dumba** get pregnant with Daemon’s silver haired child to throw off the scent that her children aren’t Laenor’s and why didn’t Daemon get her pregnant if he couldn’t stand to be apart from her and wanted to “protect” her🙃):

They also try to argue that Daemon(after disobeying his wife and queen's orders to save the actual woman he loved) died for Rhaenyra cause he’s taking out her greatest threat:

Even though her greatest threat is Daeron who has an army in addition to a dragon:

Keep in mind this was even before Ulf and Hugh betray Rhaenyra which may or may not have been in that letter, but Daemon for sure knows the greatest threat to Rhaenyra’s safety/reign is Daeron and not Aemond. Aemond was the minor leagues and getting himself “killed” to take him out did little to help Rhaenyra out. She’s most certainly be in dead water after he’s dead because she’d no longer have the dragons needed to win. They’d technically be tied at first, but one of her dragonriders is a child who’d easily be killed. It becomes a 2:3 fight and yeah Addam (bless him cause he actually should’ve left her behind) and Rhaenyra are going down.

And Rhaenyra even considers his abandoning her and saving Nettles an act of betrayal:

They try to use the book to support their ship, but if you read there is nothing romantic about this ship.

Very few prior to this show were hardcore Dumbnyra stans. In fact, most people said Laena was Daemon's greatest love(as a Nettles girl I don’t agree with this), but they screwed her and their relationship over on the show after they race-bent her.

Dumbnyra stans for whatever reason watched the show and thought a man grooming his underage niece (they call the scene where he’s giving her a necklace at 14 romantic) because he wanted to be closer to the throne/his bro was the hottest thing since sliced bread so they’ve said and done any and everything to support their delusions.

Dumbnyra only has the fanbase it does because it’s the only “real romantic pairing” with two white leads on the show thus far. They don’t really care about incest(although it’s a bonus to some of the extremely mentally ill members of their cult) they just like that they are two blonde haired white people. Plus this ship kinda has a built in fanbase(Jonerys, another another dry incest ship. They've not met in the books yet, but it's probably hearing that way if George ever finishes the books🙃).

A great deal of the shippers who do ship Dumbnyra do so because they thought for whatever reason Dumbnyra on HOTD would be Jonerys 2.0 done right since their last ship ended like this😊:

Honestly Dumbnyra shippers set themselves up for failure cause Dumbnyra was never supposed to be this epic romance that they made it out to be in their delusional little heads(a man giving his 14 year old niece jewelry isn’t the romantic serve they think it is and abandoning her in a brothel sure as hell isn’t hot. Those are literally the “best moments” of their ship on screen unless you want to count that beach scene🤣).

Which is why they gloated over Laena being screwed over (and still are obsessed with her despite the fact that she suffered from biased writing), tried to say that older!Dumbnyra have “mature chemistry” when two rocks have more chemistry than they do, why they started spazzing out after choke gate(which up until that point 90% still acted like this ship was the sh*t), and why anytime you bring up Nettles they have a panic attack and pretend like she won’t be on the show 🤣 It’s a sight to see.

I wouldn’t rag on them so much if they weren’t proven to be racist morons, but alas they seemingly can’t help targeting Black characters and Black fans(besides the ones who tap dance for them) with harassment so at this point f*ck 99% of them 🤷🏽‍♀️

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotdask #bnask #bnasks #hotd spoilers #daemon targaryen #the claws will really come out when a certain someone shows up ☕️#rhaenyra targaryen #anti dumbnyra stans

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sinisterbug · 7 months

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Bagginshieldtober Prompt #9: Song

I started writing a song themed ficlet and it turned into a Khuzdul themed ficlet. It still counts technically as song-themed lol. I think maybe Ill do a part 2 of this for the Khuzdul prompt.

Warnings: Bagginshield, gen

Credits: @thedwarrowscholar for the Neo-Khuzdul translation of Durin's Song

Dwalin normally wasn’t one to hide his annoyance. Living amongst princes and being responsible in whole for their well-being, and in part for their rearing, the guard captain had long ago understood that he and his brother were among the unlucky few whom had the displeasure of saying “no” to Thorin Oakenshield, and many years later, too, to his terror nephews and heirs. Even Dis, who was usually the picture of restraint and amiability in her role as the Queen Mother, occasionally needed to be reminded why it wouldn’t do to have this or that courtier poisoned, just because they slighted her or her sons. Just last week, Balin had to talk her down from ordering the execution of Lady Norfi, who Dis thought had crossed the lines of propriety by batting her eyelashes at their king in front of his rightful hobbit consort.

This was to say, he wasn’t one of those people who had to worry about holding his breath and curtseying to the right person. He was free to show his annoyance, anger, or even pleasure at his discretion. Still, in times like these, he did his best not to sigh outwardly. His king looked so besotted, after all, watching his consort putter about the study, watering plants, and fussing over Mahal-knew-what. Thorin, mostly. It was as if the king of Erebor simply couldn’t hear what was coming out of his beloved consort’s mouth.

The day Bilbo Baggins had started to learn Khuzdul was the day Dwalin’s permanent headache had taken residence in his skull and never left. Of all things, Balin had thought it would be a good idea to teach him to sing their language first. Would that his brother had thought to set the wee sprite to poetry, or some quieter means of study.

The lad’s voice wasn’t bad, quite the opposite, different as it was from what his people usually preferred. It was just… amazing, really, how every single word he said was wrong.

“Kamon adda kim, uhbadaton danawk

Laksmabe kaya Kamon adda masakewl-”

It was painful to hear the sacred words of their history butchered so. For Mahal’s sake, no one should be allowed to disrespect Durin’s Song this way. It was Kâmin ‘atta khim, ‘abbad ‘atôn danakh, NOT kaMON adda kim—

He ground his teeth and counted the minutes before Thorin was supposed to leave for council.

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Bilbo chirped, “Aaglibee du sullu ‘aimugaleek umralul hagaas!” as Dwalin hurried down the corridor, suddenly quite eager to leave his king’s side. The hobbit sniggered, he couldn’t help it, but quickly looked around to see that no guards were observing him too closely. Thorin hadn’t missed it though, and he held out his elbow for Bilbo to take even as he gave him a reproachful look.

“It isn’t so much pestering Dwalin that I object to, mesmel,” Thorin said as they slowly made their way to their chambers after a very long day of ruling the mountain. He patted Bilbo’s hand, now heavier with bejeweled rings than ever before.

“Oh? You have objections, Your Majesty?” Bilbo responded airily. “Pray, count your grievances. You’ll find your subject a willing audience.”

Thorin’s countenance remained serene, but the noise he made in the back of his throat betrayed his good humored incredulity.

“I do not want my people to spread rumors that my consort is an imbecile, when the truth is quite the opposite.”

It was Bilbo’s turn to scoff and he returned Thorin’s gesture, patting his hand placatingly. “We’ll simply spread the rumor of the truth. That your consort enjoys toying with your guard-captain, who is the real imbecile for believing I can’t comprehend Khuzdul conjugations or pronunciation after having mastered Sindarin, three tongues of Mannish, and becoming passable at Quenya.”

Thorin just shook his head and snorted softly, and together they harmonized sweetly, and with impeccable pronunciation, as they retreated to their chambers for the night.

Kâmin ‘atta khim, ‘abbad ‘atôn danakh

Laks mabekh aya Kâmin ‘ata masakhul

Galabî mabekh masharghiful aya’ ul fa’aban

Tân Durin Bekena ra besena zislal

Kharama hanâd ra zarsbizâr binakhrâm

Sheleka udu ’amâd binmasamkul na

Kurusifa ra sakhaba ni kheled-zâram

#bagginshieldtober #bagginshield #khuzdul #dwalin #consort under the mountain #they're married your honor #everybody lived nobody died #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #ficlet

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aidaronan · 1 year

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Flowers

For my dear angst queen Andi Buttershots on her birthday (Angst, no happy ending warning) When Steve was little, his mother used to host a flower arranging club in the dining room. She'd sit there with the other women of white collar Indiana and talk about how to cut stems and which flowers were the best to display for each season.

Like most kids excluded from adult gatherings, Steve would find ways to watch. He would hide around corners or behind furniture. He spent one cramped evening folded up into the sideboard, eye against the crack while roses got turned into elegant arrangements in crystal vases.

Years later, when Hawkins split into pieces, the local florist packed up and joined the exodus out of town.

The funeral director left too, but that didn't matter. They didn't need one of those because there was no body to prepare and bury. It ate away at Steve that they'd had to leave him, that they had to leave anyone at all. But someone had to carry Dustin and somehow get him up and through a gate. And Max... They'd all been so worried about Max.

It had happened how it happened. Eddie would hopefully forgive them all. Even if they could never forgive themselves.

Maybe it was guilt then that made Dustin say it a week after the world fell apart.

"We're having a funeral."

No question, no uncertainty. Just a statement punctuated by the fierce simmering anger of early grief. Like he was daring someone--anyone--to argue so he could argue back.

No one did.

It would be a rag tag kind of thing, the dive bar concert of funerals. No one would officiate, but they all would. Quietly, Nancy told Wayne what they were doing and invited him to come. He would. Of course he would.

It only took a short discussion to decide they would do it at the school where Hellfire had met. There weren't many of Eddie's other haunts left, and if walls were like records, then there were grooves in the paint of that little room that held echoes of Eddie's spirit, of his smile, his laugh. His everything.

Maybe they could hear his soul one last time if they were quiet enough, if they held their collective breath and did everything Just Right.

That's probably why Steve found Dustin on the lawn of the Henderson house the night before, digging through the ashes, Claudia beside herself trying to get him to stop.

"He should have flowers," Dustin said. To her and to Steve. "When you die, you get fucking flowers."

It seemed the anger had cracked and given way to something deeper.

"I'll take care of it, okay?" Steve said, taking hold of Dustin's wrists, repeating himself until he heard and fell still. "I've got it. He'll have flowers, okay? He'll have them."

Together, Steve and Claudia held him until the sobs stopped. Dustin was right though. Eddie should have flowers. Flowers and a high school diploma and a life. But at least the flowers. At least those.

So it was okay, Steve decided. It was okay if he bent the rules yet another time at the end of the world. It was only a little light breaking and entering really, and he was only using things that would've wilted and died in the weeks or years before the florist returned.

That's how he found himself in the back of the flower shop. By the light of a camp lantern, he cut stems at an angle the way he remembered. He pressed those stems into wet green foam and added this and took away that, looking through everything in the defunct cooler, working tirelessly until he was satisfied enough.

For the foam and the metal easel, he left a little cash behind, figuring that had to be good enough to satisfy God or the universe. If there was anything out there to satisfy at all.

Steve hadn't been sure since Christmas of '83. Though he hoped there was somewhere broken people got to go when the wish for a long life became the certainty of too soon.

Back in his car, he caught the crackle of a walkie and Dustin's voice. "Did you do it?"

"Everything's okay, Henderson," Steve said.

It wasn't. Not by half. Not even by a quarter.

But he held one of Dustin's hands at the funeral anyway, and he listened as people carved a few more memories of Eddie Munson into the soundscape of the walls. And next to an empty throne, there were flowers.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #gen #angst #hastily written bc people didn't tell me their birthday was coming up ANDI

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aleksanderscult · 5 months

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If there were anything you could change about Aleksander's and Alina's core personalities what would you choose?

Ooh interesting question...

Let's start with Aleksander. I don't think I would change anything about him, to be honest. Maybe I'd make him have less trauma because I really feel sorry for him. But that's impossible for a man that has lived for so long. When you're immortal you are bound to get traumatized by manyyy things. But no, I don't think I would change anything. I love him and accept him as he is. In fact, I admire many of his qualities (won't elaborate on them now because this requires a different ask or its own post).

Now about Alina. Boy. I would change many things. But the one thing I would absolutely change in her character is her avoidance of responsibility and selfishness. I would make her think less of Mal and more about her country and the Grisha. Literally the whole trilogy was "Mal", "Mal?", "Mal!", "Oh my Saints, Mal!", "Where is Mal??", "Don't hurt Mal!!". Like there's people that are dying here, Alina😭😭

So yeah I would make her more responsible and take the reins about this whole Grisha persecution. In a perfect world Alina would take a leading position and change things for the better for her people (while still having her powers). Try to make right from wrong. Help Nikolai restore the balance between the First and Second Army and aid him to the Fjerdan wars. Be a good diplomat in time to make Ravka have a decent (at least) relationship with Shu Han and other countries. With a powerful Grisha as Queen and a charismatic otkazat'sya as King, Ravka could change for the better. Even without her powers her influence would be great, I think. Alina could grow herself to become a good leader only if she stopped thinking about herself and getting overwhelmed with her feelings. Like in R&R when she thought "I wish I had cut that rope and let them all drown" or something. So yeah. Thinking more rationally, be a pragmatist and work for the greater good of her country. She saw the state of Ravka, the state of Dva Stolba (the place she was born) where people were living in exhausting and terrible conditions. She felt pity for them. Did she do something about it? Nope.

When the Darkling died she should have said "Yes, what he did was horrible. But why did he do those things? What pushed him over the edge? What made him be this way? What he was fighting so ardently for?" and then try to fix these things in her own way. She should learn from the Darkling (his mistakes, his words to her, his actions, his cause), instead of running away and leaving everyone behind.

Everybody always criticizes the villains and their deeds (characters and readers alike) but nobody ever asks why and what made them this way. And nobody ever tries to solve the problem they were fighting for.

No. We only care about their defeat.

(Oh and I would have her have more badass moments like when she used the Cut to destroy the dome in the dining hall of the Little Palace in S&S or when she used her powers to stand up to the Apparat and his men in R&R. We needed a more assertive Alina, let's be honest 😌).

#That trilogy was amazing #and it would be even more if M*l was less in it and Alina would stop thinking about him for the whole three books #just give me confident Alina. cruel Alina. the Alina that can make someone piss their pants with her words and power #the kind of Alina that claims her power and does something with it. Rebuild Ravka from its ashes. A Grisha remaking a kingdom #Wouldn't that be wonderful? After so many years of the Grisha being spit on. feared. despised? And the common people suffering as well...#as for our boy Aleks. He is perfect as he is ❤️#a petty determined intelligent cruel baby 🤗#anon asks #grishaverse #grishaverse trilogy #shadow and bone #the darkling #pro darkling #aleksander morozova #pro aleksander morozova #alina starkov

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horizon-verizon · 9 months

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It's always funny how most greens claim not to care about bloodlines yet they keep praying Condal will leave Jaehaera alive at the end of the show and make her the mother of Aegon's children in show!canon so therefore their favorites' line has some relevance. Sure, Jaehaera was innocent and didn't deserve to die but let's face it, everything that happened to her happened thanks to her family's hubris and desire for power. At the end of it, she couldn't even be named queen regnant because her own side fought against a woman's right to inherit. On the top of that, she's then killed by another green loyalist, Unwin Peake, who wanted his own daughter to become queen. It's a very fitting conclusion to the greens' storyline and a proper end to Aegon II's line who himself wanted to end Rhaenyra's line, let's not forget that (can't they see the irony here?).

But there's more and this thing is even more insane: they also believe Alys and Aemond's bastard son is going to play some big role or will have some relevance in the future. Apparently, they're fine with bastards as long as they belong to their side! They actually theorize that Aemond's son founded house Whent, making him the ancestor of Catelyn Tully and the Stark kids. Why would GRRM even do this??? What would be the point of the Starks having Aemond's blood? Now some of them genuinely think that would justify Arya killing the Night's King and Bran becoming king (because they would have Targ blood) but that's crazy and stupid. GRRM's ending will also be different than what D&D did in the show. All of this is very laughable considering many of the same people are also Targ antis. They hate the Targaryens yet they stan Aemond (and Aegon II) and wouldn't mind the Starks having secret Targaryen blood because it would belong to Aemond. Let's face it, the best case scenario for both that kid and Alys is for them to disappear and never be heard of again, maybe he grew up to be an adult and had lowborn descendants of his own, maybe not, but he certainly did not found house Whent, that makes no sense and there's no support for this in the books. Alicent's line is gone and done for.

Summarizing a lot of points made huh?

"GRRM's ending will also be different than what D&D did in the show."

I wonder if he will continue to make Arya kill an Other (there is no Night King in canon). I already disapprove of Bran becoming king, but I do like the idea of Arya killing some Others.

Back to Aemond. Alys Rivers openly claimed the boy next to her was Aemond's son, yet we hear nothing more about them and no man came out and claimed he was the son of Aemond Targaryen.

So where is this kid? Either:

he died after that incident from any number of things

he lived but after Alys protected Harrenhal -> they left never to be heard from again and she never told him about Aemond

OR he was just a random kid she used and left be after the whole thing was done

If she publicly claimed her son was Aemond's, she probably would have also told this kid who he was. In the second possibility, this son never knows who Aemond was to him, therefore he could never found his own house, or in this case House Whent. And in the first, he would have had to advertise--even a little--his parentage to even form and solidify said house.

Even if they are a bastard, one needs to prove (in case the need should arise) they have some sort of familial tie to a noble house to even be considered a minor noble house. Jon Waters, bastard son of Eleana Targaryen and Alyn Oakenfist, was the father of the man who changed his last name to "Longwaters" and founded the minor noble house of Longwaters. To keep that nobility (however minor it may be), it would work better for that founder and the later members of the house favor to not keep the identity of their founder's ancestors a secret and advertise it as much as possible if a monarch can't oversee that.

Without revealing Aemond and the parentage, no minor house to form. And it's not likely that--if the boy survived past childhood and was Alys and Aemond's child--that the reveal himself without having a sense of his own safety, and it certainly wasn't the time for him to do so when Aegon III was king and Unwin Peake was his Hand. Even so, Aegon was not a bastard, while this kid would be. So Aegon has a better claim to the throne. What would the point be, to a thinking child like this one?

#asoiaf asks to me #targ antis #green stan nonsense #hotd critical #aemond targaryen #alys rivers #the greens #the greens' characterizations #fire and blood characters

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pipchirisu · 2 years

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Matching Crests to Survive Kids

So I’ve played about 2/4 routes now and have been in a digimon mood so I was thinking what crest would correspond to each kid. Those are my current thoughts and I know some of them might seem odd but here are my justifications (feel free to debate them tho):

Minoru w/Courage- I know he’s not the MC! But a lot of his character is centered around heroism and being brave despite how afraid you may be to face danger. So courage is the only option for him I think despite not being the MC. Digimon Survive is also trying to shake things up so not giving the MC courage seems like the play for doing that.

Takuma w/Friendship- With courage out of the way though I think that leaves our MC with Friendship. Because of the whole choice system basically being “how much do you care about your friends?” and Friendship is usually the second MC crest so making it now the main one instead of the second works.

Aoi w/Light- So I actually thought love was a better choice because she’s referred to as the mother of the group a lot but I don’t think anyone else quite matches light. I also vaguely know she has some sort of dark/villain arc in the wrath path? Which does kind of go with light and it’s relation to the dark ocean in 02.

Ryo w/Hope- The guy literally dies because he has no hope of leaving. And while I’m not sure hope is the right word for the reason he lives it is a major point in his survival.

Saki w/Love- Not gonna lie she’s the last one I assigned. I thought about sincerity because it comes up for her champion evolution and the whole keeping secrets thing but I think it matches Miu more. Also it mostly comes up because it brings to question how much she cares about people not necessarily to call her a liar. I also considered kindness because that’s what is being questioned during her champion evolution, and what Floramon says got her to mega, but Shuuji has a better case. That said feel free to make a case for a swap!

Shuuji w/Kindness- I considered responsibility first because that’s what is eating him up throughout the story but really what Shuuji needed to learn was just being fucking nice lol. Which is what Ken in 02 also needed to learn! And he got that crest so that’s what I settled on.

Kaito w/Responsibility- The man wants nothing more to protect Miu because as an older brother he feels responsible. That seems to be his whole character so not many other crests made sense to me. Maybe love because family? Which would then give Shuuji responsibility and Saki kindness but it felt like a stretch.

Miu w/Sincerity- Finally sincerity for Miu! She becomes a queen through lies. She struggles with getting Kaito to believe she can take care of herself. And she herself mentions that people don’t always believe what she says. Honesty comes up way more for her than Saki so I felt she took it easy.

That leaves out Knowledge and Miracles which I think go perfectly with Haru and Miyuki!

#I like this cats a lot but I really couldn't give any of them knowledge lol #I want to try making digifakes based on this so would love input on if these are good takes!#digimon survive #spoilers #pip blabs #digimon crests

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blindecho6 · 13 days

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Just a drawing of my third ever Deleth :v

Lore under the cut as always:

Well, befoe lore, some links:

Her first ref sheet (verly lacking, I need to make her a new one someday) is here: Deleth - Forgotten Queen/The Mad One

For more info about what are Deleths look here: Deleths - what are they?

Some lore of hers is in her sheet, but because I feel so much cringe looking at it I didn't read the description, so I have no idea what is written there. I'll probanly repeat a lot if it here, and maybe even give some more info here.

So... she's a Deleth. She once was a human with ability called "Guiding light", told that with it's help she would bring her kingdom glory, etc. She was also a Princess/Queen of this kingdom called Astoria.

She was supposed to mary a king of neighbouring country (without a name for now), but for some reason (I don't have a reason though up) the king decided to just erase her kingdom from existence. They destroyed everything and killed everyone and made sure any mention of this kingdom from history was also destroyed. They kinda didn't expect her to becoma a Deleth, but since she was a bit (a lot actually) traumatized from everything she didn't do anything at the beggining. The king just went with his plan to erase everything and kill eveyone who managed to surviwe just to make it harder for her to fix everything later.

Well, unfortuantely for her the most loyal knight of this king (this guy, who also need a new sheet, because man, he's ugly) also became a Deleth (which was a big suprise to have two people become Deleths so close to each other). He decided to follow kings order to keep Astoria forgotten many years after the king died and she just wasn't able to go against a knight who literally killed her.

The scar on her neck is her death scar (the only scar that deleths have). The cloth around her waist is the last flag of her kingdom she managed to retrieve from castle's rubble. It's the one and only important thing for her, so you better not even thing of touching it.

She just went and became mad from all of this. You can look at her the wrong way and she might kill you if she's in a bad mood. But if you help her (ex. let her live for free) she will protect you.

She lives in the country that attacked her, mostly because it's absorbed her country inside. And the knight wanted to have an eye on her, so he wouldn't let her leave so easly anyway.

The only records of Astoria are in the Library (the one protected by a harpy deleth), but in a section that isn't open to the public, so no one except the owner can't access them (the kingh basically forced the harpy to make it like that). As for the traveling historian (from one of the ealrier posts), she was basically threatened into signing a pact to keep info about it hidden (She's just waiting for the knight to forget to renew this pact, so she can sneak some information about it into history books again).

I guess that's it for her lore. It was mostly about her country, so I guess it's world lore more than a character lore.

#big wall of text under the cut #so expand at your own risk #also why was it so hard to find a good reference for this pose #there are so many references of people sitting on stairs but nothing like this one (from what i could find)#forgotten queen #mad one #deleth #gamborgia universum #my art #my post #blood #tw. blood #gore #tw. gore #forgot about trigger warnings at first but friend reminded me

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Waterloo || Loki x Mortal! Fem! Reader

Pairing: Loki x Mortal! Fem! Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Loki finds her again and suddenly the skies turn blue.

Warnings: a sprinkle of angst that's basically insignificant because the whole chapter is fluffy and romantic

A/N: dropping an author's note here, before you start reading, just so I explain something. This chapter takes place during the silver jubilee of the queen, in the 70s. In no way did I do that on purpose, as she died recently. It's just pure coincidence. I needed a historical event that happened in the 70s in UK, and this one seemed to be perfect, as it could build up to a meet-cute. This is just a piece of fanfiction and it should be treated as such. Other than that, have fun reading xx

Previous part || Series masterlist

6 February 1977

London was a city of cloudy skies and rainy days. But the rare moments in which the sun decided to smile through them, brought sunshine into Y/N's heart.

She just let the sunrays kiss her face, as she took off her sunglasses and put them on her head. There were several United Kingdom flags fluttering in the wind that day. They were adorning the street lights and corners. The traffic was frozen, the boulevards letting open space to take over. People milled around her in groups, smiling excitedly and if she could pay close attention, she could hear the static sounds of the TVs and radios being carried by the breeze through the windows and balconies.

Today marks the Silver Jubilee of Her Highness, Queen Elizabeth II. Celebrations are held in front of the Buckingham Palace...

A cold wind picked up and she suddenly regretted for leaving the house without a jacket. Despite the sun shining through the clouds, the winter was still in full swing. She tightened the woolly, red scarf around her neck before she let her feet carry her forward to the crowd applauding in front of the Palace.

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Loki hated crowds. It made him feel dizzy and breathless. Why did he ever come at all when all he got was a pounding in his head after some girl's way too sweet perfume tickled his nostrils when she passed by him? It twisted his stomach in notches.

But he knew why. He searched for her in every crowd, in every face. His heart broke a little bit more every time he couldn't seem to find her eyes, to see her sparkle in them. Sometimes, when he laid in bed at night, his mind would drift off to that fateful Christmas morning and he wondered if things were to be different if he was just awake. Aware. Present. But then, he scolded himself. It wasn't worth thinking about it. Because recalling that morning hurt like shards stuck in skin.

But she would always be worth the heartbreak.

The stomping of the horses' reached his ears and his gaze slipped towards a carriage. He recognized her from the magazines and the newspapers. The mortals called her a queen. She was waving towards the crowd, smiling. He breathed in, turning away from the scene when the wind blew, a red scarf hitting his face.

''Oh, that's mine, sorry!''

Music to his ears. Her voice. Loki could recognize her voice in sleep and in daydreams. It was at that moment that he started to believe in fate. There was no denying now. He could find her even at the end of time, but she still would be his. An underlying truth. A predestined moment.

He took away the scarf from his face and his eyes met hers. They were the same, even after all these years and he wondered if she was a beauty frozen in time. No matter how many times they'd meet, how many times her eyes would look into his, Loki would always feel mesmerized by her. As if he would saw for the very first time.

He handed her the scarf and she started smiling. ''Thank you.'' And then her eyebrows scrunched. ''Uh, pardon me, but do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar.''

Déjà vu.

''Maybe from another life.'' Loki replied, the corner of his eyes crinkling in a smile. She wore the sunrays around her head like a halo and it almost blinded him.

She laughed, shaking her head. ''Maybe.'' She then held her hand to shake his and Loki felt electricity flowing through them, pinching his skin. ''I'm Y/N.''

I know.

''Loki.''

''Would you like to get out of this crowd, Loki? Go somewhere nice?''

''Yes.''

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The heels of her boots were clinking against the pavement, almost in a drum manner. Her steps reflected one of those songs he heard the other day in passing. A reckless serenade. Loki glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and saw her shivering. He took off his own jacket and put it on her shoulders gently. ''You looked cold.'' he shrugged when she looked up at him questionably.

''Then you should take this.'' She took off her scarf and wrapped it around his neck, standing on her tip toes. She was close enough for him to inhale her perfume. Sweet with a hint of musk. ''A trade.'' she added as she took a step back.

Loki touched the scarf, the wool biting him slightly. The red of it stood out to him, screaming at him to remember something. And then he did. She wore it the very first time he ever laid eyes on her, all those centuries ago. Funny how fate weaves life into a full circle. He lifted his head and locked eyes with her. Her nose was slightly red from the cold. ''Thank you.''

She threw him a soft smile before her gaze drifted off to a shop in the corner of the street. Her face lit up and she took him by the hand, dragging him across the road. ''Do you drink coke?''

Loki's eyebrows pinched together. The word didn't ring a bell. He stopped trying midgardian things as they didn't bring him any joy without her besides him. ''It would be the first time, actually.'' he said in a meek voice.

''Then, you totally should try it!''

The sliding doors of the shop opened and she excitedly ran to the fridges, still holding his hand in hers. She opened one fridge, the cold hitting her and Loki in one freezing wave. Her flushed face cooled off and she took out two bottles, but Loki's hand on hers stopped her in her tracks. ''Just take one.''

Confusion overtook her features. ''Why?''

''Maybe I won't like it. Better safe than sorry.''

Her eyes studied him, searching for an answer, before she let a smile bloom on her lips. ''Yeah, okay. It's cheaper.''

And she was off to the cash register, leaving a rather starstruck Loki near the freezing refrigerators.

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The drink was bursting colours and aromas on his tongue. It exploded. The coke was fizzing, pinching on his tongue, and swirling around. It was a sweet drink, much different than anything he had ever drunk before. It reminded him of cold afternoons and afire sunsets.

Y/N's eyebrows were raised as she watched him for a reaction. ''Well? Do you like it?''

Loki chuckled. ''It's a fun drink, certainly.''

She put her hands on her hips, looking up at him. ''Is that a yes or a no, mister Loki?''

He laughed again, looking deeply in her eyes. ''It's a yes.''

She squealed in triumph, before snatching the bottle from him. She wrapped her lips around the rim, taking a sip, her gaze never wavering from his. ''Say, where are you from?''

Loki's smile dropped. ''What?''

''Well, I mean you're not from here, are you?''

He avoided her gaze, as he took a few steps forward. The clinking of her heels told him she wasn't too far behind. ''How'd you figure that one out?''

''It's the way you hold yourself. Almost royally like.''

He stopped walking, turning to her. Her familiar words struck him. Even after all this time, he would still be surprised at how things repeated themselves. As if they were a broken record. As if he was a character stuck in a movie and Y/N was just playing herself over and over again. Or maybe he was just a spectator and the movie would end soon. He gulped thickly. ''I'm from far away.''

She hummed, content with the answer. ''I'm not. Born and raised in London. At least that's what I know. I never met my real parents.''

''Who raised you, then?'' he inquired even though he already knew the answer.

Y/N suddenly became shy, putting one hand in Loki's jacket and taking another sip of Coca Cola. ''His name is Garwin. I call him father, though.'' She nervously laughed. ''And I don't really know why I'm telling you all this. It's just- I feel like I can, as if I know you. Does that make any sense?''

Loki's heart swelled up. ''It does.''

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The sun was now slowly dipping down the horizon and Y/N was holding Loki's hand with a familiarity that warmed her soul. Every now and then, she would glance at him only to find him already looking at her. In that moment, blood coloured her cheeks in red and she had to avert her gaze just so she could remind herself how to breath again. She brought the drink to her lips, the rich aroma of it washing away some of her nerves.

''If you could, would you freeze time?'' Loki asked, taking his eyes off of her for the first time that day and looking at the sun setting through the buildings.

''No.'' she answered without hesitation.

''No?'' he turned his head towards her in surprise.

''No, why should I?''

''You'd get to live any moment forever. Wouldn't that be sweet?''

She shook her head, strands of hair falling into her eyes. ''It would lose its meaning. It's not a moment anymore. It's just... a tiresome eternity. Life's about living in the moment. Carpe diem, you know?''

Loki hummed, thinking, his thumb caressing the back of her hand. ''And if you had eternity?''

''I wouldn't want that either. It sounds lonely.''

Lonely.

A pang went through his chest. If she only knew how much he had missed her these past years, how he felt nights as heavy blankets crushing him and days like ovens burning his soul alive. If she only knew how she was the only remedy to all his misery, how with just a smile she soothed all his pain. How after all this time, he still chose her.

''I suppose you're right.'' he whispered into the evening.

''I'm always right.'' she joked, winking.

Then, a few musical notes travelled to them, through an open window and Y/N raised a finger to his lips, ears listening in. ''Wait, you hear that?''

Loki furrowed, slightly dazed by the feeling of her finger against his lips and he had to fight the urge to press a gentle kiss on it.

My, my

At Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender

Y/N gasped, eyes lighting up and grinning. ''ABBA! Oh, I love this song, Loki! Dance with me, please?''

Oh, yeah

And I have met my destiny in quite a similar way

Loki let out a chuckle escape his lips at her eagerness and took the bottle out of her hands, drinking from it one last time before throwing it away in a bin. Meeting her eyes, he gently clasped her left hand in his and lifted it to his lips, caressing it where a ring would be.

The history book on the shelf

Is always repeating itself

He twirled her around to the beat of the song, her laugh rising into the air.

Waterloo

Promise to love you forever more

Y/N then brought him closer, their chests touching. She smiled up at him before twirling him, standing on her tip toes as he was much taller than her, even when wearing heels.

Waterloo

Knowing my fate is to be with you

The street was spinning and his heart almost beat out of his chest. Loki met her gaze as she took a few steps forward and two steps back, hips moving and he tried to meet her moves, the cold air getting to his head.

So how could I ever refuse

I feel like I win when I lose

If he could close his eyes and listen in, he could hear the beating of both their hearts, hands holding, skin on skin. She glided towards him, hugging his waist with her free hand. He opened his eyes and looked down at Y/N. The sunset was casting orange hues over her face. She was glowing.

Finally facing my Waterloo

She tilted her head slightly towards him, noses touching. Their chests rose up and down, breathless and her eyelashes tickled his cheeks. ''Let me walk you home.'' he whispered against her lips.

''Alright.''

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The stars were twinkling in the sky, emitting a silver lining against the dark streets. Y/N was humming under her breath a song, swinging Loki's hand in hers back and forth, eyes fluttering shut in exhaustion.

He turned to look at her, admiring the way her hair bathed in the low silvery light of the stars. He thought she was only missing a pair of angel wings. A ghost of a smile was painting her lips and Loki felt his own lips curling up.

Her giggle broke through the silence, eyes opening. ''I just realized something.''

''What did you realize, darling?'' replied Loki softly.

''Out of everyone who could have caught my scarf, you did. It could had been anyone, really. But it wasn't.

''It must had been fate, then.''

Her eyes crinkled happily, the shadow of a smile. Silence settled over them both, the moon high in the sky. They passed by a tailor shop and Y/N abruptly stopped, looking through the windows. Loki turned to look at her, but didn't dare to break the tranquility. Her eyebrows were scrunched up, a look of longing in her eyes. ''I want to buy a sewing machine.'' she eventually said, not taking her eyes off of the mannequins and fabrics. ''I want to learn how to make dresses, and pants and those beautiful blouses that only rich people seem to afford, but it's only the fabric's quality giving that illusion.''

''You'd be great at it.'' said Loki, sure of his words. Because she had done it before, her hands were made to convert textiles into exquisite clothing, to play them into shimmering dreams.

''You really think so?'' Y/N asked, meeting his eyes, emotions swirling in them.

Loki nodded. ''I know so.'' He really did. How could he not when he saw her doing it before? Les petites mains. Her hands worked magic with a sewing machine and a few velvety fabrics.

She smiled. ''When's your birthday, Loki?''

''Why do you ask?''

Y/N shyly shrugged. ''So, maybe I can make you something. A green scarf. It would suit you.''

''That's very sweet of you, darling, but I'd rather much prefer you spending time with me.''

A pink dusted her cheeks. ''I'll still make you something.''

''As you wish.'' he smiled.

She skipped a few steps, before stopping in front of him. ''My birthday is on 25th of December.''

Loki froze. 25th of December. ''That's-''

''On Christmas, I know.''

On Christmas.

''What year?'' he asked shakily.

''1950. Why?''

1950. 25th of December 1950. The same day she died, hitting her head on an icy street. The same day he lost his heart again, only to somehow find it twenty seven years later. An ironic laugh threatened to escape his lips. Time and fate. Fate and time.

''No reason at all, darling. Just happy to find you.'' he replied, taking her hand.

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Her house was one covered in ivy vines. A few cracks broke through the smooth surface of it and Loki realized it was an old one. A house that saw many centuries, perhaps. He quickly came to the conclusion that it was the same house her father's banquet was held in all those centuries ago.

She stopped walking in front of the door, turning her whole body towards him. ''You can't come in, my father's home.''

Loki swore he saw a hint of a blush on her cheeks. ''That's alright. Wasn't expecting to get invited in, anyway.''

Suddenly remembering his jacket draped over her, she hastily tried taking it off, only for Loki's cold hands to stop her. ''No, please, keep it. It's yours now.''

She lifted her head to meet his gaze, before her eyes slid over to her scarf around his neck. ''Then, you keep the scarf.'' She stood on her tip toes, planting a kiss on his cheek. ''A trade.'' she whispered.

Smiling ever so lightly, she opened the door. ''Good night, Loki.''

''Good night., darling''

And then, he was left alone on the porch, cheeks red and eyes sparkling.

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A/N: And so they meet again... Dancing definitely became their thing, as I wrote a dancing scene in every chapter so far. Also, can you imagine Loki wearing one of those high waisted and flared, 70s pants? Cause I can't lmao.

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