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Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader: Beyond Fury
Summary: escapetodreamworld sent... Queen Ravenna + 14 -- “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
AO3
Prompts found here!
A/N: This is the first fic I wrote for this challenge and I love it. Charlize is amazing and getting to write for Ravenna was a lot of fun, she's a bit difficult, which makes it a nice challenge. I hope you enjoy!
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Warning(s): Non-con elements, Blood
It’s after nightfall when the Queen summons you. Her brother arrives at the door to your rooms, a leering grin on his mouth. You almost trip over your own dress in your haste to put distance between the two of you.
“Where is Sir Maynard?” You ask.
His grin gets wider, “Indisposed, I’m afraid. My sister has sent me in his place.”
The room is freezing despite the roaring fire and furs on the floor. It feels like a trap. Sir Maynard is always the one to escort you to your Queen, his hands startlingly gentle even in the beginning; A rapport and trust building between you as your affection for Queen Ravenna grew. Fear courses through you at the thought of something befalling him.
But nothing inspires more fear than her brother. You don’t know his name, don’t care to, for there’d always been a curious distance between the two of you. Whispers of his… proclivities reached you, and you operated under the assumption they reached your Queen too; your heart had always been warmed by the idea of her keeping you safe, even from her own family.
Now, you wonder how you’ve deluded yourself into believing you’d ever be away from him.
“An escort is unnecessary, Sir,” You say, trying to infuse your voice with strength, “Queen Ravenna knows I’ll come to her willingly. Though I thank you for your willingness to assist.”
His advance on you is swift and sure. In a second, his face is inches from yours, eyes boring into you. You look anywhere else. The unpleasant warmth and stench of him make your stomach twist.
“My sister, for some reason foreign to me, may let you get away with what you wish. Watch your tongue around me unless you want to put it to good use.” He punctuates the statement with a glance downward. Your face burns with shame and rage.
“I’d sooner lose it.” You snarl.
A hand clasps itself around your neck and the point of a dagger is aimed at your chest. Your skin bends to make space for it. One wrong move and it will slice through, spilling blood on the dress you adore.
You want to believe you’re protected, but you can’t say for certain; you can never say anything with certainty about your Queen. Wisely, you stay silent as he increases the pressure of his weapon and his hand.
“You’re a stupid, vile girl.”
The hand around your throat tightens.
“And one day I’ll have the luxury of doing what I want with you.”
He steps back, infinitesimally, and his hands fall away. One pulls at the sleeve of your dress and pulls it down your arm, the neckline moving with it. You shiver as more of your skin is exposed to him. He stops before any of your chest is bared.
With a lazy spin, he slashes downward. The skin splits open. You let out a pained noise, clutching your hand over the now-bleeding gash. The Queen’s brother pulls a white handkerchief from his belt and presses it into the wound roughly. Wincing, you flinch away, but hold the cloth in place.
“Fix your dress,” He snaps, “My sister is waiting.”
You pull up the sleeve and neckline so it hides the reddening handkerchief. A threat lingers in his eyes as he watches, then shoves you ahead. Dark soldiers flank your sides. You shiver against the chill in the air and follow their lead; you know the way just like the route to your own rooms—down several twisting halls, a few sharp lefts, and you’re before her doors—but they’re taking you somewhere different.
Instead of the final left, you take a right. You’re brought to two large, iron doors, etched with sigils and writing you can’t understand. One of the guards pounds his fist against the door three times before opening it.
Across the expanse of dark stone and pillars she stands facing away. Fire rages in the center of the room, drawing her full attention. You can feel the warmth of it from here and wonder how she can stand to be near it.
“I’ve brought the girl.” Her brother says. You jump, having forgotten he was there.
She turns and her eyes find you in an instant. You can’t help the blush you’re sporting, bowing your head and offering a polite curtsey. A smirk pulls at her mouth.
The smirk drops as she addresses the other occupants in the room, “Leave us.”
The soldiers offer bows and turn in sync, stomping out of the room. Her brother hesitates. His eyes flicker to her and then to you, giving you a long, serious look. Then he follows the soldiers. Your blush has vanished by the time he’s gone.
“You kept me waiting.” She says, low voice covering the expanse—both physical and mental—between you. You’re relieved to see her shoulders relaxed, “You never keep me waiting.”
You can sense the question in her statement, can practically hear her shouting what was more important than your Queen? But instead of raising her voice, she tilts her head, and waits.
Lying has never been a skill in your arsenal. And with your Queen looking at you like she’d unwrap your flesh from your skeleton should you cross her, you’ve never had the guts to try.
Skating the truth might work, you decide, “I was speaking with your brother, My Queen. He offered me a lesson on courtesy.”
She huffs out a laugh.
“I’d say that’s one skill you don’t need a lesson on.”
You blush. Now that the danger of tripping her wrath has truly passed, you take slow movements to her, coming to stop at the bottom step leading to the room of fire. Her eyes are intrigued when they look down at you.
“And what skills do I need a lesson on, My Queen?” You ask.
She lifts an eyebrow.
You’re quick to correct, “Ravenna.”
Ravenna’s eyes slip closed like her name from your lips gives her power. There’s a split second of bliss there, like when you’ve finished your usual duties with her, but it feels more intimate this time. You look away.
A blush pulls at your cheeks and you can’t fathom why; you’ve seen her in various positions and states of undress, heard things drip from her tongue that’d make any reasonable woman melt with shame. You’ve never had an issue being a witness before. You blame it on the heat radiating from the room behind her.
Fingers tilt your head back to look her in the eye. Ravenna’s closer now, armor clad body nearly pressing to your own. A finger, adorned with a black talon, scrapes along your bottom lip.
Her kiss is demanding and brutal when you’re locked in it, claiming every inch of you she can reach. You let out a whimper against her. Teeth find and tug at your lip, insisting on torturing you just within the bounds of what you can handle. You’re running out of air but can’t make yourself pull back.
Ravenna’s taloned hand ghosts down your neck and makes you shiver. You feel her grin against your lips when she starts to move to your chest and you moan pathetically, pushing yourself into her embrace. She freezes before fully touching where you desire.
You laugh against her, used to her teasing, but you open your eyes to shards of ice staring you down.
Her eyes have landed just about where her hand is and you gaze downward, freezing. There, next to her hand, blood has seeped through the exquisite fabric. Some of it stains her fingertips. You feel lightheaded.
“Take off your dress.” She commands, no longer Ravenna, but your Queen.
“My Queen, I…”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
The control she had before is gone. When you step back to pull down the top of your dress, she stays rooted to the spot. Her eyes are sharp, deadly, and you know armies trembled beneath this gaze before but you’re not, whether it be stupidity or comfort.
Pulling down your dress reveals the bloodstained handkerchief and you peel it off of your skin. The gash is angry, blood still seeping from it, though in smaller amounts this time. You don’t dare wipe it away.
Ravenna steps to you and brings her own hand out to touch at the gash, hand shaking with barely contained rage. You try and fail to stop your wince.
“They’ll pay in blood.” Ravenna forces through gritted teeth, “Tell me their name.”
You go cold. Her brother has been her longest and fiercest companion, even uttering his name would assure her rage be directed at you. She’ll choose family everytime. You don’t want to die, not when there’s still so much time you haven’t shared with her.
“I…”
“A name!” Ravenna shouts.
Shaking your head, you try to pull back, but her left hand clasps around your arm. You’re caught in an iron grip.
“You’ll be furious with me.” You whisper, voice pleading.
“We’re beyond fury,” Her voice trembles, “A name.”
Wincing and looking at your feet, you accept your fate, “It was your brother.”
Emotions from defeat to pure hatred flicker behind her eyes before she settles on one; betrayal. Her hold on you loosens and you step closer, reaffirming the contact. She doesn’t react to it.
A vulnerability lingers in her muscles as she deflates, a lone tear tracking down her porcelain cheek. You ache to wipe it away. She’s staring past you, mind caught in something you can’t hope to understand. You remain an anchor to the physical world as you take her hand and bring the palm to your lips, your own tears falling onto the skin.
“I’m sorry,” You whisper, not sure she can hear you, “I spoke out of turn and upset him. It was my fault.”
Her hand tightens around your own.
“He knows the limit.”
Ravenna drags you to the door and your heart nearly beats out of your chest. She’s reached her limit with me, you think, as she throws open the doors with an ease that startles you.
“Guards!” She shrieks and they come running.
You wait for the command that will sentence you; you wonder if she’ll do it herself or if she’ll just have you thrown onto the streets to rot with the people. Will she slit your throat or take your heart?
Her hand ghosts over the gash and the lingering pain fades. Looking down curiously, you find the skin mended.
“Take her to her rooms.” Ravenna commands the guards, “And bring me my brother.”
Eyes widening, you examine her face, shock rendering you speechless. Her face remains the portrait of indifference as you’re led away. Disbelief floods you when you’re in your rooms, even as your ears hear the screams across the castle, and even as the whispers tell you he’s dead.
You feel dread at being responsible, but can’t help the lingering affection. You were protected after all.
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Top 5...................?
Cookies?
Redheads (Dyed is acceptable)?
Costumes from tv or movies?
COSTUMES FROM MOVIES LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO
i am gonna keep it just to movies or i'll be sitting here all day just trying to decide, this is something i am EXTREMELY passionate about (sorry)
Edith's Nightdress (Crimson Peak - Kate Hawley):
I'm a HUGE fan of all of the costumes in crimson peak, especially how edith and lucille's costumes run with the butterfly/moth motif in the movie, but my absolute favourite is edith's nightgown (sorry yellow dress, you were a close second)
as with all of edith's dresses, THE SLEEVES!! THE DETAIL!! THE DRAPE OF THE FABRIC!!! the amount of hours that must have gone into each of these costumes jut blows my mind. like jsut look closely at the stitching holding all of the pleating in place!!! the size of the buttons!! it's just utterly beautiful
but the nightdress just makes her look so young, and so fragile, especially when she's wearing the dressing gown as well she's just swamped in fabric.
and then the visual storytelling of the red of the clay and the blood creeping up from the hem when she's running around at the end, it's BEAUTIFUL.
Elizabeth Swann's 'Pirate King' outfit (Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End - Penny Rose)
if i had to name one film that got me interested in how films were made more than any other it would be at world's end, i watched the behind the scenes features HUNDREDS of times. every single costume told a story, and the amount of thought gone into aging and weathering them just blew me away. it was so hard to pick just one costume, even just one of elizabeth's costumes (sorry black pearl nightgown) but honestly i wish i had a deeper reason for picking this one specifically but mostly i just think she looks cool as hell during the final battle.
and also i just will forever be heart eyes over the goldwork
Evelyn's wedding gown (The Fall - Eiko Ishioka)
Eiko Ishioka is a genius, the fall is quite honestly a visual masterpiece, and the costumes are a HUGE part of that. if you haven't seen it, half of the film is a little girl being told a story, and how she's picturing it in her imagination.
Because of this each costume is a totally unique look, and the fact that they're all so different to each other makes them pop even more. Everything is in bold shapes and colours, with distinct silhouettes, but the details are just as beautiful.
The costume I've actually picked is a evelyn's wedding gown, just because i think of all of them it's (by a narrow margin) the most visually striking. mostly due to that headpiece.
It's a moment in the film where all eyes are supposed to be focussed on evelyn (to distract from other things going on), so if they were going to put her in a showstopping costume this was the moment.
It's obviouslly just stunning all round, and such a genuinely interesting design, like no one else could have EVER come up with this other than eiko ishioka. I don't know how else to explain that other than go and look at the costumes for the fall (2006) and bram stoker's dracula (1992) next to each other and you'll get what i mean.
but it's the little details as well, that seem so unneccesary to the overall look but are still beautiful, like the change in bead on the end of the veil, the trim around the neck and on the headpiece, the slight pattern on the fabric. and then there's just the overall construction of it, which is just flawless!!
Truly i would sell my soul to see the design process behind any single costume in this film.
Queen Ravenna's 'Beetle' dress (Snow White and the Huntsman - Colleen Atwood)
i'm not going to try to defend it, this was a bad movie, HOWEVER the costumes were absolutely stunning, and ESPECIALLY the costumes they gave to charlize theron.
And despite being in the film for only a moment i will never ever be able to stop thinking about this dress.
the structured shoulders!! the colours!! the trailing layers!! the contrasting textures!! the way they've shredded the fabric to give it EVEN MORE texture!! and of course, most importantly, the hundreds of individually attached beetle shells
i just think it's a work of art
Aragorn's 'Strider' outfit (The Fellowship of the Ring - Ngila Dickson):
So i've always adored the lord of the rings costuming, it all feels very believable and cohesive as a world, whilst also having distinct looks for each race/location, and has set a bit of a blueprint that not a lot of high fantasy has strayed very far from since (which is a shame, but also speaks to how effective it is).
However my absolute favourite costume is Aragorn's first costume, or rather the version of this costume that he arrives at by the end of the Fellowship of the Ring. It's both an incredibly practical costume, whilst also having hints that Aragorn is more than just some random ranger. My favourite of which being the beautiful smocking detail on the sleeves.
I also am a HUGE fan of the fact that nothing on his costume is actually black - it's greens and blues and browns, and then it's all beautifully aged over the top of that, and there are parts that are ripped and sewn back together, it looks like something actually lived in (cue aragorn never showers joke). i just think it does a brilliant job of telling aragorns story visually. and of course it's kind of ""completed"" when he adds boromir's bracers to it 😭
#i am so sorry for this full on essay sdhfgjhkjglk#-special interest: activated-#long post#once again i am sorry#costume design#asks
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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 158- Enemy Within
Summary: Jace and Raven give in to their feelings. Clover is reborn. Garrett revamps. He makes another shocking discovery and faces a face he never thought he'd see again. The vampire needs aid and Josie feels it. A warlock lord is scorned and acts accordingly. Catherine and Josie clash. Bard has bad news and Josie reels over it. Unexpected visitors arrive. A man is saved. A happy reunion takes place.
*Chapter Warnings* smut, language, angst, mentions of child loss,
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Chapter characters: Raven, Jace, Garrett, Kate, Josephine, Lola, Charles, Catherine, Narcisse, Bard, Aragorn, Gimli, Boromir, Legolas
Chapter word count: 6,515
The spontaneous kiss that Raven stole from the more than willing warlock, tasted and felt just like everything the dhampir of long scarlet strands imagined it would be. Although Jace had recently devoured mounds of greasy fried food, his scent of clover, that ironically used to be Raven's name, was the only thing prominent in his teasing tongue as his mouth made meticulous love to hers and in the highly anticipated moment of mutual desire, fireworks ignited and true love could no longer be denied.
Although Raven had recently realized she had inherited the blood rage gene from her father, the late vampire Craven, for the first time in her 20 years of locked up life, she had finally felt peace. The only fire that now burned inside of her was set by the rising arsonist concealed in Jace's black leather pants that pressed firmly into her core.
None of this was planned by either of the love struck pair. Both had been caught up in Jace's emotional moment of facing the truth that you were not his sister, but merely his cousin. Although you were still his relation, Jace felt it wasn't the same as the bond with a sibling, especially one who shared the putrid parentage of the notorious goblin King and wicked warlock, Jareth. Instead, you were truly the daughter of Jace's uncle Julian, the white warlock per se, a 7th son, now compromised by Jareth's mind conditioning to be evil like him. From what Raven informed Jace of, you had a real full blooded brother, a twin you did not know about that possibly even shared your copper locks who was also fathered by Julian and birthed of your malevolent mother Caroline, so why would you need Jace now?
It broke Jace, for he had searched for you most of his life in hopes of having a real family and when he had finally found you, although the meeting was brief, Jace had come to love you, an emotion that was forbidden by his parents, Jareth and the evil witch Queen Ravenna. An emotion he had now come to face as he released Raven's lips and gazed into her electric blue eyes. An emotion she too now faced.
"J..Jace..I...I..." Raven stuttered as he placed her hand upon his stubbly haired cheek.
Jace softly smiled at her touch and her out of character skittish demeanor, for Raven was as fiery tempered as a redhead was perceived to be, times a thousand. He then did something also out of character for himself as his mismatching orbs of blue and brown danced with hers.
"I love you Clover."
Normally, Raven would have barked at anyone calling her by her true name, but when Jace said it, it finally felt right because he saw the her, the real woman that she was, something no one had ever seen or even cared to try and see.
"I...I love you too...Jace. I..."
Jace took her words away with another kiss and in the heat of the moment, Clover began to lift his shirt up. Jace pulled back, breathing heavily against her lips and stroked her cheek.
"Are...are you sure we should...do this? I mean...after...after what happened to you?" Jace asked with deep concern, referring to her very recent child loss, courtesy of the Elvenking.
"I...I don't want to hurt you Clover." he continued with the most sincere eyes she had ever witnessed. No one ever cared of they hurt her.
"Jace...Matthew healed me...remember? Yes...I'm sure I want to do this. You have no idea how much. I've never wanted anything...anyone so much. Please Jace...make love to me."
Clover was whisked off of her feet and carried in Jace's brawny arms to his candlelit bedroom where they both removed the other's clothing, baring their bodies and their souls to one another with not a single ounce of feeling self-conscious....and then those bodies laid upon the bed and became one.
Jace kissed Clover deeply and passionately before gently pushing his solid girth into her.
Her gasp was rightfully incredulous, for Jace felt much larger than what he appeared to be when he stood before her moments ago, and to her, he looked quite huge then. Jace's bellowing moan upon entry was also validated, for Clover was tight, warm and soaking wet, so much so that he filled her completely in one slow slide.
Clover's fingers laced through Jace's as they began to move in perfect unison. Slowly at first, for Jace was ready to burst at the seams of his deprived cock. He always had many opportunities. Wherever he went, women practically threw themselves at him, but he would never give in to the torturous temptations. Being old fashioned at his young age of only 22, Jace remained celibate, waiting for the one he knew would come one day. He just never in his wildest dreams, imagined it would be a half witch, half vampire. Sure, he had a human nature inside of him and would occasionally pleasure himself when the ache became too much, but that is as far as it went, for Jace was a virgin until this very moment.
Even so, Clover was none the wiser because Jace certainly knew what he was doing, moving in ways that brought her to multiple orgasms, ones that snuck up on her out of nowhere which she had never experienced before, not even with the extremely well equipped Elvenking.
Clover's last climax was so intense that Jace could not contain his any longer. His pulses were vigorous and his grunts tumultuous as the two released together.
The waxing gibbous moon of Manhattan glowed through the old abandoned church's window by Jace's bed as he and Clover basked in their own afterglow, kissing and talking until eventually, the smitten warlock and dhampir drifted off to sleep, snuggled tightly in each other's arms.
In the land of middle earth, the sun still lighted the way of the cold December mid-afternoon, including Peter's old cabin where Garrett remained, replenishing himself of bad men's blood that he had tried depriving himself of and failed miserably at. The hallucinations had became too much to bear and he had made the decision that he no longer wished to die and no longer wished to stay away from you, which Amara had helped him come to that decision for her own selfish purposes that Garrett was not aware of. That and the fact that he knew Narcisse had finally had his way with you and Garrett knew the warlock lord was not what you wanted. The head over heels vampire would return to you, beg you for your forgiveness for leaving you yet once again and explain to you why he lost control on Stephane's warlock guards in such a gruesome manner.
It had only been a few days and a few days too many it was for his crazy in love un-beating heart and he needed to tap into you, to hear your voice, to see you in his mind but he couldn't do that in a drunken and starved stupor, although little did he know, you had heard him, had even dreamt of him, briefly believing him to be dead by his own hand.
Now that Garrett was feeling somewhat recharged, he began to gather his only belonging, his acoustic guitar and then he opened the box again that he found under the floorboards, now knowing it belonged to you. Ignoring the sterling silver ribbon ring and tarot cards, he focused once again on the photo of you and Sarah in your teen years. He still wasn't sure if he had hallucinated the night before when he saw the young blonde move her lips and heard her speak, asking him to help her. He sat and stared at her smiling image for a good five minutes and when nothing happened, Garrett then believed his lack of sustenance and overindulgence in whiskey brought on the creative animation.
His then found his eyes locked onto your then olive colored ones and he swore he felt a thump in the cold lifeless heart beneath the invisible protection mark Amara's faerie goon had given him on his chest. How could he be dead, yet feel so much pain? It was Garrett's undying love for you, plain and simple.
Garrett shut the box, tucked it under his arm and headed out with the guitar case swinging in his other hand. Snow had fallen in large quantities there in the open wilderness and he knew he was going to have to trek through it for the time being until he regained his full strength to fly. He stood outside of the cabin and decided he would try to reach out to you before he departed, nervously bouncing as he did so. To hear your voice again would weaken him more than any other force could.
"Josephine. Hey little one. Can you hear me?"
"If...if you're still pissed at me, at least say so. Please. So I can hear your voice. Just let me know you're ok. Something..anything Josephine. Tell me that you hate me even. it wouldn't be the worst thing you ever said. Just don't tell me that it's over."
And then there was the sound of silence that also weakened him, making him want to die all over again. Garrett knew it was his own damn fault. He promised you so many times he would never leave you and every single time, he broke that promise so how could he blame you?
His eyes glowed yellow of sadness and pain as he lowered his head and began to walk.
"I love you my little one. Alwa.......Ugggggghhhhhh!!!!!"
Garrett was blindsided and knocked through the air by something of jet fueled force. He plowed on his back through the snow like a train at full speed, sending the white powder bursting out on each side of his fifty foot long slide, leaving a hefty trench behind him when he came to a rest.
"What the FUCK!!!" Garrett roared as he whipped up to his feet, his eyes now a burning red as they darted to every inch of the wide open space.
All was silent, but he could smell it. A vampire, for nothing else had such strength, speed and invisibility. Normally, the scent of his kind would have been pleasant to him and most likely he would have recognized the identity as well, but this...this was nothing he had ever smelled before. It was like burning flesh as if it had risen from the gates of hell.
As he cautiously made his way back to the cabin, he found your box, shattered into splinter like pieces with the contents scattered about.
"What the fuck??" he once again recited, but in a whisper as he caught sight of a violet hue in the snow reflecting a glare from the sun.
Garrett swiped up the photo and tarot cards and placed them into his pocket. After that, he slipped the silver ribbon ring onto his pinky finger for safe keeping since it was so small and then he reached for the shiny object. Once he brushed the icy powder off of it, an amethyst pendant was revealed.
"Where the hell did you come from?" he asked as he began to look all around again at the wooden shards from the broken box. The only in tact remnant was the bottom of the box. As he picked it up, Garrett noticed the underneath side had been knocked loose in the hit and inside was an empty compartment just big enough to hold such an item.
Garrett studied the purple stone for a moment, then placed it inside his coat pocket with the other items. In his distraction, he had momentarily forgotten of the danger that lurked about him.
Turning to reclaim his guitar, that danger appeared before him, completely undetected by his senses until it was too late to react.
"Hello lover. Miss me? It's been a long time."
"K..Kate?? What the fu.."
The once truly dead vampiress and ex mate of Garrett's, bolted towards him at lightning speed. In his utter shock, he forgot about the shock she possessed as he raised his hand to stupidly grab her. His hand lit up a strobe light as a massive electric current zapped through his entire body, sending him straight to his knees, bellowing in pain.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Garrett's scream echoed through the mountains as she clung to him, peering down with a wicked grin at his once again yellow eyes until he passed out.
"Garrett??!!!!" you shouted as you sprung from your slumber.
"Josie?? What is it? Were you dreaming of him again??" Lola asked as she rushed over to you after laying a sleeping Leean down in her cradle.
"Do you smell that???" you panted in panic as your nose whiffed the air.
Lola lifted her nose to do the same, then tilted her head at you with confused eyes.
"I don't smell anything. Well except Leean's sweet scent from when I was holding her? Was it cotton candy that you once called it?"
"Something is burning...and..and so is my left arm. and...and, what the hell? So is my...birthmark." you explained as you rubbed it.
A birthmark that consisted of three small moles on your lower back that formed a triangle. The one your mother pointed out to you when you had first saw her again at Lestat's.
"Didn't you have a dream last night that Garrett was burning and you thought he was dead?? But you said later that you knew he was alive??"
"I...yes I...did but..."
You paused and thought back on the dream. It was Garrett's left arm that you saw on fire but...it didn't make any sense because you later heard him singing to you which proved he was ok. But still, this smelled of burnt flesh.
"Something's wrong Lola. Just like I thought before and had went to look for him until I fell down that damn hole and now everything's foggy. I need to go back. I have to find him. What if Harker has found him????"
You got up and began to pace. "Garrett??? Can you hear me??? Please, tell me you're alright??"
There was only silence, until Lola spoke.
"How is it that you have this connection with a vampire to hear each other's thoughts?"
"It's...it's a long complicated story. We um...we share each other's blood. I...I drank his before and I took my shield down and invited him into my mind and then once, I let him drink my blood to save him."
"Ohhhh. You mean, like you share Thranduil's blood and could hear him too?"
The mention of your King's name was a punch to your gut. You had come to the conclusion that the feeling would never go away just as your yearning for him would not as well.
"I...I'm sorry Josie. I can see I have upset you more so than you already are."
"It's alright Lola. Yes, you are correct. Thranduil and I could hear each other and speak to each other's minds. His magic that flows through my blood is what kicked mine into gear. If only...I could hear him again. In my dreams or even if I have to hallucinate from the dark forest's poison to do it, although I still swear that was real. That he came to me from the other side to save me. I just...I feel him slipping further and further away from me Lola and I'm scared one day I will lose all sight and feeling of him permanently."
A knock on the door interrupted you conversation, which saddened you, for talking about Thranduil helped you to keep him alive.
"It's me. Charles. Can I come in please!!?" he asked in an urgent tone.
"As soon as you opened the door, Charles was pushing his way inside, seemingly quite anxious.
"Charles, what is it? Has Bash taken a turn for the worst??"
"He's fine, but my father has gone completely mad with what he's done!!
"Ok slow down, slow down. Is Stephane alright??"
"Physically! But he needs to be in a camisole for crazy people like my mother should be. Plus he's on a war path with Haldir and.."
"Wait what???!! Has he done something to him???" you frantically asked of the Lorien elf who laid one hell of a kiss on you only hours earlier that Narcisse had walked in on.
"Well of course he is Josie. He's Haldir. But that's besides the point and the least of my worries. My father brought my mother into this castle!!!"
"Ok...yes, Charles, I know he said she intentionally hurt herself out in the dark dungeon and had to go deal with that, but...I...I did not know he would allow her back inside???"
"No one did. He just went and did it. She's tied to a bed in the infirmary but anyone in their right mind, which clearly he is not, knows that nothing good will come of this! He claims he did it for me because she's my mother and she will be returned to the dungeon when she is healed. Why?? So she can just do it all over again?? She may be no witch like you, but she had that black magic book of yours once upon a time and I guarantee you she recalls every evil word inside of it and he knows this!! Which makes me wonder if she's done something to him again for him to be such an arse! I told him, by God's bones he will regret this and now I am being punished for swearing. Do you see now??"
"Alright, alright. Yes. I understand why you may think he has been cursed again, but I honestly think it is something else. Where is Stephane now?"
You were referring to the kiss Narcisse witnessed with the Marchwarden that you didn't feel Charles needed to know about. It wasn't planned. Haldir instigated it in a heated argument between you and him, with it understandably being over Stephane and your relations with him the night prior, something else the young warlock didn't need to be informed of.
"I last saw him go into the infirmary. I will not go see her! She will work some kind of magic on me to fee sorry for her. She is a liar with a black heart. Look what she had done to my sister, her own daughter who just had a child! She don't care about us. We are and always have been just a pawn in her twisted games."
"Speaking of Claude, how is she doing? Is tour father really going to banish her and the baby from here? I mean, like you said, your sister was taken advantage of by Catherine, used would be a better word. A pawn just as you said."
"He better not or I will go too! How can he keep the real evil here and let a young new mother go homeless??? All for me??? I don't want my mother in this castle, let alone anywhere near me!"
"I understand your frustrations, for I feel it too. We all do. I will do my bet and try to get through to Stephane, for I am the one he is upset with. I will try and make this right Charles. I am so sorry. I hope your punishment is nothing too severe??"
"Stable duty. Shoveling horse droppings. I might as well be cleaning a shitwell way in the city for the stables are just the same as any pissing alley I've had the unpleasantry of smelling. This should be my mother's duties!"
You and Lola had to both contain your giggles, for the affluent boy certainly did not find any of it amusing. So much so, that he was swearing again, the reason for his punishment in the first place, but you would never rat him out and Charles knew it.
"I agree but your father would never allow her near the horses again after what she put Arion through and I can not blame him for that."
Charles scoffed. "Well, I better be going. The shit isn't going to shovel itself. Oh...and before I forget, the bowman...Bard is it? He wishes a visit with you when you have some free time. I spoke with him and Haldir earlier in the dining hall who luckily kept my father and the elf from going to blows."
"Ugh, so much for their too good to be true truce...thank you Charles. Yes, his name is Bard. He arrived a few hours ago with a shipment and I've asked him to stay for the time being due to the threat of Harker. Speaking of...maybe you shouldn't be out in the stables right now. Stay inside and I will go speak my concerns to Stephane."
"Yes my lady. I like your plan better." he grinned and then smiled sweetly at Lola, his crush, and quickly departed.
As you neared the infirmary door, you could hear the squabbling muffles between the warlock lord and Catherine. Your heart came up into your throat at the thought of facing either of them, but mostly Stephane, for you didn't know how you were going to make him understand what he witnessed. You didn't even know how to handle things with Haldir for that matter because the kiss was rather intense, shaking up some buried feelings of the past that you had for the Lothlorien elf.
You had become caught in another web of your own spinning and didn't know how to get out of it. If Garrett were here, or could hear you...you would tell him the code between you to come take you away, just for a little while. Just say "the word", you imagined his voice saying. Those two little words that he asked you to say at Lestat's to get you away from Caroline after finding out your mother and Thranduil had past relations. You cringed all over again at the thought of that and what Caroline had done to Haldir as well. What hadn't the wicked vampire witch done to those you loved? You were glad she was gone.
With your acquired skills of great stealth, you slowly turned the door handle and cracked it open just enough to see inside and in your clear view was a very splenetic Stephane and in his blue eyed death glare path was a very cross Catherine, chained to a bed, giving back what Narcisse was dishing out.
"All I want is my son!!! You cannot keep him from me!" Catherine shouted in rage as she struggled against her iron shackles.
"He is MY son that YOU kept from me once or did you forget about that little tidbit?? I don't have to keep him from you. You have done a splendid job of alienating him all on your own with your wickedness. Look what you have done your daughter! I almost feel sorry for the young girl for falling victim to your evil and I may just offer her some mercy because she is very remorseful because unlike you I have a heart"
Catherine bellowed in sarcastic laughter. "A heart??? Is that what that little girl in there that you're fucking told you? You have no heart no more than I do if you want to get technical. Yours is as dead as the bloody vampire's that your Josephine is in love with, you blind fool!"
"Oh Catherine, none of this is even about Charles. You couldn't care less about him and would be the first to use him as your pawn just as you did Claude! You used him against his faux father all to inherit his fortune and look how that turned out for you. This is alllll about your jealousy."
Just when you wanted to hear the rest of the conversation, you heard voices at the end of the hall and you didn't want to be caught eavesdropping on the warlock lord of Dorwinion in is own castle, so you scurried off to hide around the corner and decided to wait until Stephane left so you could have some words with Catherine yourself about Garrett and what she had done to him. Stephane and Haldir too.
"Jealousy??? YOU speak to me of jealousy. HA! Do not forget what I know and what exists in regards to that knowledge. It has jealousy WRITTEN all over it. All I have to do is sing like a canary and your happy little playhouse will crash and burn!"
"And you know what will happen if you do that. All bets are off and you'll either be my dinner or Blaze's and you should pray that it is the Bengal tiger to do it, for he will not waste any time ripping you limb from limb. His hunger instinct for meaty blood will supersede his hatred for you where is the white tiger will drag your death out slowly, playing with you, taunting you, torturing you just like a cat does with their prey, for the only hunger he possesses in regards to you is of pure loathing. If you sing, you die."
"If you kill me, you will never know where that letter is. It is only a matter of time before your little Queen finds it and learns the truth that her King is alive and well, or at least was, could be really dead now for all we know and she will be more than curious to know how a letter to her from Thranduil, made it's way here while in his captivity with Jareth. I may find her despicable and quite the little whore but she is far from stupid. Can you imagine what she will do to you when she knows you kept something of such magnitude from her?? You'll be eating and choking on her dust while she goes to save her King. Oh my, and if he is now dead...well, I think you can see how much worse it will be for you when she could have had the chance to save him."
"ENOUGH!! Who's to say she won't think it was you who kept it from her out of spite?? I mean, YOU did hide the letter, not me. You cannot prove that I knew and who do you think she will believe?? This ends now. I will not be blackmailed by anyone let alone the likes of you! This has gone on for far too long. You will tell me where it is or face the consequences."
"No." Catherine simply said, infuriating Narcisse more, if that were even possible. "Go ahead, kill me, lock me up, gag me. Do what you will. Yes, you could easily slither your way out of it like the snake you are BUT... it all ends the same. Josie learns the truth and she will be a gone girl. But if you kill me, you are the one who will face the consequences of losing your son too. Eventually your fairytale will come to an end because you will never know where that incriminating letter is or when it will magically turn up....and believe me...it will"
"Then you leave me no choice. I will torture it out of you." he growled through his teeth and stormed out.
"YOU WILL NEVER KNOW!! I WILL TAKE IT TO MY GRAVE! DO YOU HEAR ME STEPHANE NARCISSE!!!!"
You gasped at the slamming of the door and planted your body flat against the wall around the corner as Narcisse zipped by, too pissed off to even notice your scent with his extremely keen nose. Although you hadn't heard all of their words, you certainly heard Catherine's last ones. What won't he ever know and what would she take to her grave?
Once the coast was clear, you tip toed to the door and used your magic to unlock it.
"Well now, look what the cat dragged in. I told you there was a rat problem did I not?? Find any in your bath lately?" Catherine snarked as she glared you down.
"I could say the same about you regarding Blaze. Your hair alone looks something of a rat's nest and...what on earth is that god awful smell?" you riposted with a crinkled nose at the dirtied and bloodied woman.
"It's a combination of horse droppings and tiger breath, but you knew that. Don't think for one minute I have forgotten your relishing of me locked up in that wooden wagon with that wretched beast. How dare you come in here to mock me once more!"
"How dare YOU to play the victim of putting yourself right where you are! You poisoned Haldir! and you placed black magic spells on Stephane and Garrett! And why?? All to hurt me when I had never done anything to you!!"
"Have you ever once considered that YOU are the cause of all of this tragedy!??"
"All was well here until YOU came along. Why couldn't you have just went back to where you came from?? I even offered you riches to do so but you couldn't do it. You just had to stay and take all that belonged to me! Even my son!! Tell me, are you spreading your legs for him too???"
"You are sick Catherine, beyond measure. Your jealousies and insecurities have gotten you where you are, not me! You're losing your son because he sees what you have become. I spoke to him earlier and he does not want you here. He's afraid of you. He warned me that nothing good will come of it. You're an embarrassment to him and to Claude! Even to yourself! Look at you!"
You grabbed a standing mirror and turned it to her. "You're pathetic Catherine and insane. Plunging your head into a wooden door all so you could make your way inside here where no one wants you! At least the tiger does."
"You vampire bitch!! If I get out of these restraints and I'll show you just how insane I am!!"
"Now now Catherine. I could end you with the twinkle of my nose so I'd watch your words. I'd watch your step too because if I had my way, i would do to you what Stephane should have done a very long time ago. If you EVER try to hurt anyone I love again, I will turn you into a shrew and lock you in a room with Merlin. TTFN!"
You shut the door behind you and then relocked it, then headed to find Stephane.
"Oh it may be ta ta for now little witch, but you and I will meet again and you will rue the day you ever crossed me." Catherine snarled.
You made your way to the dining hall which was the direction Narcisse had been headed, but he was nowhere to be found. Instead, you found Bard there where Charles had said he was, standing at and peering out the window, looking rather grim.
"Bard?? Is...everything alright?"
The bowman slowly turned around and smiled, which you knew was forced, for you had come to know him quite well.
"Ahhh, Queen Josephine. You are awake and feeling better now I see?"
"I am yes, and please...just call me Josie. There's no need to be formal, for I feel like no queen anymore. If anything, I am the one who should be formal by addressing you as you are, the King of Dale."
"Yes my lady..or Josie I..I mean." he softly replied, seemingly distracted as he glanced at the window again.
"Bard...something's happened? What...what is it? Where's Haldir? Charles said he was here and you had to do damage control once again between he and Stephane."
Bard turned back to you with a somber expression and could not look you in the eyes.
"Bard?? Tell me what's happened!"
"Lord Narcisse. He...he ordered Haldir to vacate his lands."
"WwwwwHAAT???!! Ok, no no no. Where is Haldir??? He..he wouldn't leave me. Not now. He never leaves me."
"I am sorry my lady. Haldir had no choice. He was escorted out by the guards about an hour ago and he...was not permitted to say goodbye."
"Oh my god, this is NOT happening!! He cannot be out there alone with Harker sniffing around! Did you see where Narcisse went?? I am going to give him a piece of..."
"My lady. Haldir...he asked me to tell you to let it be, for he will not be far. I assume he will go to the city, for as you said, he would not leave you."
"LET...IT...BE??? Oh I will NOT let it be! This is not acceptable. I don't care if this is his realm because this is horseshit!!"
"Josie...I have something for you."
Bard reached in his pocket and pulled out the life saving emerald pendant that Haldir had been wearing.
"He...asked me to give this to you. He said you you are the one meant to have it for what's to come."
Standing in wide eyed shock, you took the necklace into your hand.
"Why...Jesus, why would he take it off when he is out there alone?? He needs it more than I do. What am I supposed to do with it?? I don't even have the other runes or know where they are for that matter! Well, except my moonstone but...never mind."
You had to stop yourself, for you had secretly given it to Garrett to hide and no one, not even Bard could know it's whereabouts.
"Bard, I need to go find Stepha..."
A tumultuous commotion came from outside by the bay. As you ran to the window, a group of warlock guards were surrounding some small wooden boats that had arrived and then you saw a man being hoisted out and put on a cot, appearing to be injured. When the crowd parted to carry him through, you then saw Aragorn and Gimli climbing from the boats, looking like they had been through one hell of a storm.
"Oh my god! Aragorn!" you shouted and ran out with Bard quickly following.
You halted to watch the unconscious injured man be carried past you, covered in blood. A man of reddish hair that you had never seen before who was extremely pale and his injuries appeared to be quite severe.
"My lady!!" Aragorn shouted as he raced up to you. "We need your assistance quickly. Please. The man, he is my good friend. Will you heal him, for I cannot. He is dying."
"Of course! Take him to an empty room!" you commanded the guards.
You, the King of Dale and the King of Gondor followed them inside with Gimli remaining outside, which you thought was odd. Did Narcisse not welcome dwarves in Dorwinion?
"His name is Boromir." Aragorn informed you as they placed him on a bed and then exited.
"What happened to him? To all of you? Your clothes are torn to shreds and your arm, you're hurt too. Did Harker find you?"
"No. It was not him but someone of great similarity. Do not worry for me. It is just a scratch. We were attacked by orcs on our way here. Jareth's man made orcs, a breed like no other."
"Wait...Jareth? We..we heard of the dragon invasion on his kingdom. So he...he survived? and why...were you coming here??" you asked, still believing that Lestat was responsible for the fiery attack to avenge the loss of his fortress.
"Josie, respectfully, you know Jareth cannot be killed and..."
Aragorn had to choose his words wisely, for he knew he could not relay to you that Thranduil was alive. That was Legolas's decision.
"Jareth sent the orcs to track us, most likely in his revenge for the war at Lestat's. We were coming here because Boromir has imperative information for you."
"For me? but...I..I don't even know him?"
Boromir groaned and coughed, beginning to spit up blood.
"Oh my. Lay still. You're going to be alright. I promise." you told the man you now knew as Boromir and held his clammy hand, then took out the pendant with your other hand, kissed it so he would not lose his memories and then placed it upon his chest.
"I..I thought that only healed the dead?" Aragorn asked.
"It is for the dying as well and much faster and more reliable than my powers have been lately."
The emerald began it's ear piercing hum and shone it's blinding light. Boromir gasped and shook as his back arched up, then, just like that, he was healed.
His eyes fluttered open and his peachy skin tone returned as he exhaled deeply with incredulous relief, then he looked down at your hand holding his. With a soft smile, Boromir lifted his head and spoke.
"It is you. You are the one. I can see it now. The resemblance is uncanny."
"I..I'm sorry?"
"I...I need to tell you something. I.."
"I think you sir Boromir are a bit confused from shock and need to rest for now. We can speak soon ok? I promise."
He dropped his head back down and sighed with another smile.
"Yes my lady. I...I am rather exhausted."
"Very well then. Sleep now. When you awake, I will have fresh clothing brought to you and there is bath calling your name. Then we can speak over dinner?"
"And wine? I have been craving Dorwinion's finest for some time now and I sure could use a bottle or two."
You giggled. "Indeed. There will plenty to go round."
"Thank you...I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are just as I have heard. Kind and compassionate. Just like Faramir."
"Faramir??"
"Josie...I don't mean to interrupt, but there is someone else waiting outside to see you." Aragorn said, forming a telling smile.
"Someone...else??"
"Go see for yourself."
Now you were extremely curious. Had Haldir said fuck it and came back?? Off you rushed to see, although your intuition was telling you, it was not the Marchwarden.
As you ran outside, you came to a screeching halt when you saw a vision that made your knees feel like they would buckle. There, by a waterfall, stood the platinum haired Prince, or King you believed him to be known as now...Legolas.
Your stunned expression then turned into a sweet smile as your eyes locked with the moonstone orbs of your Leggy.
No words were spoken during the long intense gaze as Legolas returned the sweet smile and then, he broke the silence with five simple words that you knew to be true.
"You knew I would come."
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GOLDEN HOUR
Aemond Targaryen x Morningstar!Oc /reader
Chapter Four: The Angel, The female warriors, Alicent's favor.
Warnings: Violence, Blood, NSFW, Romantic shit.
You can imagine yourself as Lilith well she is you and your time travel has gone right, or better for your happiness that you can’t find in the modern world where you lived. This is a crossover between Lucifer and HOTD.
Aemond woke up alone in Lillianne's chamber, He expected to see her beside him, Bare when he saw his lover's handmaiden waiting for him, he asked about her whereabouts, With the linen changed, it made him worry.
"My prince, do not worry, the princess is safe with her Valkyries, she informed me to strictly wait until you wake up and to prepare your clothes and bath, you can trust me my prince about last night."
Alwyna gently guided her soon-to-be king to the gigantic golden tub with milk and rose petals, the same type of bath that she prepares for the princess.
Alwyna bowed as she braided Aemond's hair gently, Aemond praised the young girl for her gentleness and asked her more about the princess. "How am I supposed to trust your words?" Aemond asked as he turned to face her.
"Because she took me in as her handmaiden when people tried to take my life due to their vicious accusation of me being a witch due to my red hair, believe me, my prince, you'll be married to the right princess, The Rising star is a big Kingdom she's willing to give you. She's the gentlest person I know." Almond smiles hearing those stories of how good his Princess is to everyone.
"Tell me more." Aemond smiles. "She demanded that men and women should be equal, to be able to fight, ride a horse, and to be equal in education, she demanded that no one in her kingdom shall feel starvation, Royal or commoner. High born or low born."
"How old are you?" Aemond asks as she gently scrubs his back.
"Fourteen your highness," Alwyna asks as she smiles. "What about king Samael? What do you know about him?" Aemond wanted to know more about the kingdom he'll run.
"The princess forbids us to talk about the king, But as far as I know he left our Queen, It broke The Princess' heart seeing her father leave with his mistress a low born, and her daughter in the first marriage, Since then Princess Lillianne hated the idea of infidelity, I remember how she pleads for King Samael to stay, She orders the execution to men and women unfaithful to their spouse, This is why I'm begging you to be faithful, You won't be an exemption to her wrath, my prince." Aemond made a mental note to himself about making her feel enough.
"What about your princess? what about Ser Calypso?"
"Princess Lillianne teaches me personally when she has the time to do so, wait, my Prince, after this, I'll show you your Pegasus, a gift from the princess." Alwyna Smiled with her freckles.
"Alwyna, What about the knight?" Aemond Asked with some authority in his voice.
"My Prince... Ser Calypso is also a suitor." Aemond felt like he wanted to feed the knight to Vhaegar.
A competition.
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(LISTEN TO TESTOSTERONE BY SIA)
After the bath, Aemond wore a navy-blue leather with a Pegasus with a star brooch on his chest, a Symbol of Lillianne's family. It meant one thing, Ravenna favored him.
He pets his Pegasus after he steps down from it, A big black-winged horse with shiny fire opal eyes that he flew with, towards a large ground that's a bit close to a brick castle. He noticed that his horse's eyes look like Lillianne's eyes, what caught his attention was his wife-to-be's grunts.
He leaned against a wall as he watched as she swings her sword at another female warrior. "More, Fight! me!" Lillianne yells when Theresa throws her spear.
Aemond was about to intervene when Lillianne backflipped to avoid the spear, as Theresa throws another spear Lillianne being a Seraphim blessed with reflexes catch it with her bare hands, it made Aemond admire her more and more.
it surprised him to see her in silver and navy-blue clothes that are a bit provocative but didn't say a thing because every female warrior wore that.
he admired her long dark chocolate brown tied in braids, she was not how he expect her to be, a simple princess but also a warrior in his eyes.
Lilith wondered why her warriors bowed their heads, she looked behind her to see her Prince smiling, in a braid, The princess ran into his arms, and he gladly wrapped his arms around her waist, Lilith buried her face to his neck only to smell him "Rose, you smell like a rose, you like the horse?" Lillianne smiled and looked up at him.
"I think Vhagar would feel jealous seeing me with Bennet." Aemond kissed her forehead as Amazonians and Valkyries watched in awe, seeing their future king be loving toward their princess.
"Bennet?" Lillianne asks.
"I named it, of course." Aemond chuckled as he carried his princess on Bennet to fly.
"Wanna spar?" Lillianne smiled.
"I won't hurt a lady, especially a princess like you." Aemond arranged his seat on Bennet, Holding Lillianne close to him. "Sexist, you think so low of me, you're scared I'll beat you to a pulp, I, a woman or-"
Aemond silenced her with a kiss which shocked her.
"I do not wish to hurt my wife-to-be."
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The moment the couple went back to Shadow Crest, for an outdoor lunch they saw familiar faces, Queen Alicent and King Viserys who gave them a smile, Helaena ran towards them to give Lilith a hug.
"Pretty!" Helaena smiled as she hugs her tightly.
"Hello to you" Lilith smiled at her as she kissed Helaena's cheeks.
"Oh Baby, I invited his family to discuss the tournament and to tell them the favor your husband to have asked me to." Ravenna welcomed her daughter in her arms.
"Mooom." Like a child, Lilith hid in her mother's chest.
"Boy, I must congratulate you on your upcoming wedding with the princess." Otto praised his grandchild mainly because he knows Aemond will rule the land he steps on.
"Hmm, I haven't won the tournament yet, don't be too confident," Aemond responds coldly.
Sometimes he feels like he can't be himself around them, only with Lilith alone, He felt safe in her arms, He feels like he's only a pawn to make the Targaryen's stronger.
Aemond saw how Aegon looked at his lover's body, how his eyes roam around her body, Aegon took his coat to cover her "Minerva, Go take your princess to her chamber to change." Aemond shot Aegon a glare.
"Yes, your grace." Minerva took her Princess along with Alwyna, Helaena went along with them of course with their permission.
Aemond smiled that his girls get along with each other, That Helaena loves her too. Now that they're gone, he deals with Aegon while both parties talk about their arrangements.
"If you keep on looking at my wife-to-be with malicious thoughts, I'll fucking gauge your eyes out," Aegon smirked drinking the wine made by Lillianne's people.
little did Aemond know about Aegon's plans to win her heart.
"Ah Queen Ravenna, I love the wine. I see, the moment we stepped here' I thought you were her sister, Of course, Lillianne is the fairest of them all, but you're an exemption." Aemond rolled his eyes at his brother's attempt to be close to the queen.
"Ah thank you, Prince Aegon." Ravenna smiled at his praise.
Aemond sees the kingdom to be Peaceful and warm as he looks around, Servants bringing them more food and wine to enjoy as their conversation goes on.
and as the conversation goes on with laughter and happiness, what caught their attention was the arrival of someone that will shock the princess to the core.
"Queen Ravenna."
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Minerva smiles while gently scrubbing her Princess's back, "Are you happy your Grace?" Lilith smiled at Minerva remembering what happened last night, "I am." meanwhile Alwyna massaged her scalp.
Helaena smiles as she watches the two-hand maiden help the princess bathe.
"Of course, she's getting married to the handsome prince." Alwyna used a conditioner on Lilith's hair while Lilith Chuckles at her Handmaiden's statement
"I think Prince Aegon likes you, the moment you and the prince arrived, The look in his eyes, it's magical." Minerva dramatically held her chest.
"He's a perverted drunk." Lilith smirks.
"He is, That one man who only looks at me when he's drunk." Helaena looks down as she embroider a horse shape design, Lilith frowns sympathetically.
"A participant in the tournament your grace." What an actual fuck? Is Aegon participating in that?
"Prince Daemon is Dreamy." Minerva looked in the window to watch the queen with the Targaryen family. "As of now, Queen Ravenna said there will be ten Prince to fight for you. Should I tell you whom?" Lilith snapped, Curious about the list.
"Oh, my Gramps, I want to know." Lilith gripped Minerva's hand a bit tighter. "Ow?" Minerva smiled with her curiosity.
"I heard, Prince Aemond and Prince Aegon will fight, Cregan Stark, Prince Jaecerys Velaryon, and Ser Calypso Thorton will join too, Michael- What's his last name Alwyna?" Lilith froze with that, Michael who?
"Langdon? I heard he's handsome but scary, I heard his strict rule for his servants is to always wear grey only, he's strict like strict." Lilith bit her lower lip
'Holyshit, My Hot Antichrist half-brother.'
"And he always wears red eyeshadow and expensive clothing, A dreamy bachelor."
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"Queen Ravenna, May I speak with you in private?" Queen Alicent asked which Ravenna Allows to and they both went inside the throne room and talk.
"What seems to be your concern Alicent." Queen Ravenna settles on her throne, holding a goblet of wine.
"I want Aemond to win the tournament," Alicent Confessed, her desire for Aemond to become a King Consort.
"I'm afraid Prince Aemond has to fight too, I assure you one thing, Everything's planned, Just relax, Stay calm to avoid people's suspicion." Ravenna poured wine into Alicent's goblet as she smirks.
"How certain are you?" Alicent asked as she drink her wine.
"I'm Saving my daughter's honor Alicent." Ravenna called a handmaiden who enters the throne room holding a white bedsheet, Alicent saw a glimpse of dried blood.
"Oh Gods." Alicent couldn't believe it But had to defend Both Aemond and Lilianne's honor.
"It will take weeks or moons until we see her belly swell, We need to avoid any moon tea, Alicent you need to make sure that they don't find out, Just the both of us, Defend them." Alicent smiles deep inside because that child will insure Aemond's crown.
"That's why we need to make sure Aemond wins or Aegon." Ravenna looked at her in shock.
"In case Aemond loses, Aegon will assume the Identity as the babe's father." Alicent inspects the dried blood, Lilianne's Maidenhood blood.
"Are you afraid the babe will be seen as a Bastard?" Ravenna teased like how Alicent's sons teased Rhaenyra's children of being Strong.
"Whatever it is, We need to look out for signs." Alicent and Ravenna watched as the window.
Aemond shall be crowned as a king.
(This is what she wore on the training part, minus the cape.)
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Do you think you could create a Long One Shot of Ravenna disguising herself as William to have her way with Snow White's OR The Huntsman's Handsome Younger Brother? & once he's Bewitched by the Mystical Seed "William" has Plowed & Planted deep in his Ass, "William" Lies on his back, Spreading his Hairy Thighs, his Cock & Balls turning into a Shining Liquid Gold, Melting into a Beautiful & Alluring Pussy. "William" Smirks & Crooks his Finger in a Come Hither Motion, Ravenna's Voice saying:
Come, my Handsome Little King, Feast on your Queen's Flower and Juices, and then Fill her with your Sweet Seed!"
Rules. Short imagines only. Reader-insert only. No relation to canon characters. But shapeshifting, male reader getting effed in the ass, and cunnilingus? Yes, yes. Good.
#anon#ask#Ravenna#shapeshifting#William#minors do not interact#anal.#butt. stuff#cunnilingus.#oral.#transformation#Snow White and the Huntsman#SWATH#Snow White and the Huntsman 2012#Snow White#the Huntsman#Eric
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Besties // self-para
The tracking spell worked better than she imagined. Calliope sensed a fit of deja vu as she nudged open the door of the apartment, previously utilizing the lessons her father taught about properly picking a lock and determining the spatial presence of occupants. Where Wilburn made up for his supernatural instincts, she lacked in the hearing gifted to those who were either vampires, or werewolves, in the case of her dear old pops. Magic is magic, however, and Gideon always had explained to the girl using her senses became vital as well as recognizing when other witches are in the vicinity.
The apartment’s interior appeared completely lived in, ordinary, and other than what Calliope noticed were patched up plaster along one of the walls, this wasn’t the lair of a dark witch capable of ruining so many lives to his very whim. Finding the place was easy, asking questions pointed the redhead in the correct direction and after containing her shock Alec was living with a hybrid, of course he was one of the first people she sought after her and Griffin’s arrival. None of it made sense, really. The twins were catapulted into the fresh beginnings of a war waged by the council and then they were transported to a realm they did not recognize instantly. The full moon of the vision she and Griff shared, as Calli understood, came to pass.
Calli circled the couch with a curious nature, a hand running along the back of the furniture as her attention was directed to a framed picture set on a side table. Alec taking the photo as he stood next to a brunette woman, the pair of them looking somewhat tense, but still smiling. Calliope’s finger traced the brown wooden frame before eyes boring into the back of her neck sent the witch’s head slowly lifting. “I know you’re there.”
With his back pressed against the wall and one foot crossed over the other casually, Alec spent the last minute and a half unnoticed watching the young girl play explorer in his apartment’s living room. It hadn’t been long since the real him made his return after the spell Gideon and Ravenna performed went awry, enough to cause a mountain of problems. “Figured it’s only a matter of time before I saw you again, sweetheart.” In the flesh, and nowhere in a swirling black void holding him prisoner. They existed within the same physical plane, two witches, meeting by happenstance and connected by destiny. That is, at least for Alec, the way he saw it. “Bet your little visions didn’t prepare you for this one, huh?”
“Actually, it sort of did. I just didn’t realize what it meant.” Calliope set down the picture and turned around, pressing her hands to the table’s edge and leaning back slightly, “I still don’t really understand how this happened, how my brother and I are here. Killgrove looks the same, but there’s an unsettling vibe I can’t shake. To be fair, that’s nothing new even where I came from.” Her gaze scanned the room with wariness, shoulder lifting in a small shrug, “No one else but me can really sense it the way I do. Like us being here is ripping a hole in the fabric of reality. You...for example,” She paused, “You’re supposed to be dead.”
Alec considered this for a paused beat, looking his fellow witch over with the same curiosity he possessed when they first met, and raised his shoulders in a shrug, “And you’re at the center of it.” Dead, well, that was new and nonetheless unsurprising. Entertaining the possibility of alternate timelines fit himself as the crazy person, yet, was he not at his core? Psychotic? “You could potentially hold the power to break the universe, Calliope, in more ways than just one.” A spitball of a theory and accurate by witchy standards. “On any given Sunday, I wouldn’t hesitate making you a little more...agreeable and stealing that power for myself, but we’re besties, right? We’re bonded.”
“I cannot deny the accuracy even if you are a bigger drama queen than my brother. Real besties.” Calliope shot forward the retort, nonetheless cognizant of how crucial she became in the grander scheme. Maybe the twins’ appearance rattled reality, causing others to branch from the straight and narrow destiny wove carefully by design. “Seems like I’m already breaking the universe, Alec.” She lifted her hands slowly, gaze dropping to the lines etched on her palms as the young witch examined them, “Griffin and I all but obliterated the timeline we came from barely skated by toeing the line on the council’s shit list. Now I’m left standing here and feeling like the monster.”
Alec folded his arms across his chest and rose an inquisitive eyebrow. A monster? He hunted humans for blood sport and she calls herself a monster for unintentionally splitting the world from which she resided in perfectly even halves? No wonder why Calliope and Valentina would become fast friends almost instantly when both women shared the same monster complex brought upon by their growing abilities. “Okay, I’m going to regret this, but,” His eyes flickered to the ceiling briefly before he released a mock defeated sigh, “What happened after you left me?”
“Like you actually give a shit.” Calli nearly winced at the bite of her tone, feeling as if the phrase was more in line with Griffin’s personality while also establishing the slight distrust of Alec that nearly everyone warned her about in the first place. Her twin urged a cautious air after she first stumbled upon the imprisoned witch, Gideon questioned the validity of Alec’s appearance, never needing to explain what a master manipulator his former coven member was. The warnings weren’t enough.
“Despite what literally every single person here thinks, I can, in fact...give a shit. A rare sighting, but only gifted to the select few.” Who and what he cared about was his choice, the aforementioned select few consisting of Valentina nowadays. Gaining his memory shrank his previous inner circle, as nonexistent as it was before, and now included a party of one. One person, that’s all he could trust. “Calliope, look at me.” Alec rubbed his hands together and offered a shrug, “I caused a rife for you and you for me. What happened?”
Calli shook her head in hesitation, scrambling for the explanation she did not owe him. Swallow it down and forget, sage advice her father would be proud to adhere. Wilburn could write the instruction manual on avoiding the emotional weight of personal trauma, which wasn't entirely healthy for anyone least of all his children, but she can't take that route. “I knew the risks with the spell. Someone prone to losing control over her powers should've been accompanied by a chaperone. Someone like Ravenna or my mom, or Gideon." The girl paused, gaze landing on Alec who she could just tell resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I wanted to find you again. You knew how my visions worked better than anyone, Alec, but it felt like every person in my family thought you either weren't real or playing some sick mind game."
Alec nodded once with complete agreement, "The manipulative asshole, an accurate assessment. You stumbled into a boundless void with a known psychopath capable of burning down cities on an average Saturday. Which," He hummed after a curt pause, "I realize is helping their case. Continue."
"I'm well aware. Do you know what happened instead, though?" Calliope rhetorically asked the question as she wrapped the leather cord containing the amulet allowing the twins to share their abilities around her index finger anxiously. "My migraines were growing worse and Griffin being the sacrificial brother decided he couldn't watch me suffer. He went looking for you with Ravenna's assistance and found Malcolm Winslow instead. My brother beat him to a pulp, but weird thing is," Calli pressed her lips together in perplexed thought, "Rav told me it looked like someone already got to him first."
"Wait," Alec's hand suddenly raised, recklessly interrupting the story's continuing path as the realization dawned on him. "Tell me...what are the chances your brother came upon Winslow after I happen to slip from my prison and used his body as a sledgehammer to wreck the shit out of his office? I mean, that'd be totally crazy and ruthless, right?" The man released a sarcastic snort. "That explains why Malcolm ranted like a fucking lunatic to our favorite little Chastain about encountering that twinsie of yours." Hilarious how the pieces clicked together in a sensible package with a neat bow adorning its top. Perhaps, Rav or Cassie would have believed the Alpha douche lost all sense after his head's been slammed around one too many times, yet it wasn't simple chalking up the coincidence to missing sanity when Alec corroborated the story with his Calliope sighting.
"Great, it's exactly what I knew would happen if we did that spell again. A bizarro jump to screw up the timelines." Calli pinched the bridge of her nose with frustration, mentally passing the reminder she kickstarted the trend. Finding Alec wasn't the intention when the spell began, but honestly, what else did she expect to find along her journey? A straight-forward answer? "Shit hit the fan when Griff arrived home. Apparently, justification to murder the sicko who attacked your mother makes you seen as the monster. And rather than my father thinking before he spoke, he lost his temper." The shame within her spread in waves and reverberated across the room toward the other witch, "I lost mine. There was a point where I wasn't certain if my anger mixed with Griffin's or I just...couldn't stand by in observation while he fell under such harsh scrutiny any longer, maybe both."
"We tried playing this perfect Brady Bunch family." Calliope continued as her dark eyes settled on Alec, who she has learned quickly didn't carry easily discernable body language. He wasn't looking bored by the interaction nor spinning its subject matter into a colossal joke. "All smiles, follow the rules, no larger spells that will place you on the council's radar, become the role model coven or suffer extermination. Griffin and I were both struggling under the expectations, but his abilities automatically pegged him an uncontrollable abomination according to public purview. I watched it destroy Griffin in every way a person could be destroyed. Now, they're gone." The statement passed her lips as a melancholic whisper while the day's past events came flooding back, sending the numbness away. "My brother and I singlehandedly killed our family."
In the rare instances the good Alec lost control of the reins, he would be the last to admit Valentina's influence already coursed through his soul and formed a new person nobody can recognize. There were developing soft spots where there weren't before, an ability to make a deep connection and actually, god forbid...sympathize. Alec's head slowly canted to the side as he listened, placing two and two together that the council held a stronger authority than what he knew from his own timeline. "You think you're the reason they came after you?" He asked after a moment, "Okay, look, sweetheart, and this is coming from someone who's killed a lot of people," Alec crossed the expanse of the living room to close their distance with a sigh, "You're not responsible for their deaths. I know this sounds counterintuitive, but I think the council were always gunning for putting an end to your family. They just," How can he put this? "Needed the excuse."
Calliope could appreciate the effort the older witch placed forward in an attempt to make her feel better, she did, but she wouldn't admit he initiated a perfectly valid argument. The Thornton coven's power ran blood deep spanning countless generations and none were stronger than the power of twins. Calli understood how unstable she and Griffin's abilities are alone, but together? They're unstoppable, dangerous, even, dangerous enough that the siblings could eradicate the council if they desired. "Now you're in the business of giving advice? That's new."
"Honestly, it's kind of draining." Alec sarcastically quipped without missing so much as a beat. "Be as that may, Callikins, every council member's worst nightmare is fear. Their so-called laws written into the fabric of your Killgrove were there to keep you subdued. If I know anything about your coven whether it be from my timeline or yours," The sentence in itself bewildering and fascinating at once, "You cannot tell me you wouldn't have snatched the opportunity to burn them all for your freedom. Any witch playing the involuntary submissive role would, but a dark one like you and me? It calls to us." Alec's lips twitched on the cusp of a smirk, the trademark mischievous glint in his eye triumphantly returning, "And I'll tell you why, love. There is absolutely nothing that would stop us from protecting the ones we care about, even if it meant torching the earth our enemies walk on."
Is she hallucinating or was he trying to manipulate her? Or was there a seed of truth to his preconceived notions as if Alec knew the redheaded witch like the back of his hand? "For the record," Calli pointed her index finger at him, "I'm not the type of person who wishes ill will towards someone. Maybe we're alike in certain aspects, but don't fool yourself into believing I would stoop to your level of treachery because I am most definitely my mother's daughter. However..." The sentence trailed as she folded her arms across her chest, "If anyone makes a move against my family, one hair out of place or even breathes in their direction, I will strike them down in any amount of suffering torment my magic allows. So, yes, perhaps that darkness you speak of does call to me, I mean, it's what we do to keep our blind spots close." Calliope nudged her head in the photo frame's direction, a slow smile touching her lips, "Like the woman. Your hybrid."
Alec couldn't exactly take what the girl said at proper face value, she was so quick to deny how similar the two witches were, but it was for argument's sake that he allowed her wallowing denial. If Calliope was as much as her mother's daughter as she claims, he could have easily pointed out the fact Cassie slaughtered her coven for what they did to her twin sister. Push came to shove and the little witch lost her twin brother Griffin, she would find herself succumbing to dark magic completely. Even in his now morally gray state, he couldn't contain satisfaction if he held that mirror in front of the redhead's face and became the reason she indulged her darker impulses. It seemed Calliope's mind shifted from depressing chat to a light-hearted conversation, however, mentioning Tina walked a very fine line into mushy territory. "Valentina. My hybrid." Alec scoffed at the accurate name. His, indeed. "Oh, sweetheart, you are such a tease."
"I'm the tease now?" Calliope released a hum and reached around behind her, retrieving the photo frame from the table and gripping both sides of it as she tilted the object left to right in front of Alec's face in a playful fashion, "I'm not the one who's all sprung over for his itty bitty baby crush, mister steal-your-girl."
"Hey." Alec shot out a hand and plucked the photo from her grasp, stealing a singular glance at his goody two shoes self and Valentina that had been taken before his release. He could still feel him somewhere, merged together with the previously imprisoned half. "Who says I'm sprung over? Maybe I'm the one who has her wrapped around my finger."
"Or maybe she's the one who has you wrapped around hers." Calliope raised her index finger the moment she sensed the man was seconds from opening his mouth and objecting. A tense silence settled between them, Alec shooting the younger girl a narrow glare and Calli's brows raising in a dare it appeared he wasn't inclined to steal. "You cannot tell me I'm wrong, Romeo." Calliope gently poked him in the stomach and moved around the couch before taking a seat, making herself quite at home for something told her this isn't the only time she would be within these walls. "What's the story?"
Alec pressed a palm to his abdomen and childishly grumbled his annoyance at her insistence. Someone like Calliope should be running away from him, why wasn't she cowering? Instead, he was now permanently chained to a tiny ginger who suddenly became an expert in all the methods to push his buttons. Well...you sink swimming against the tidal current. "From the details I can piece together, the other guy met her after I was imprisoned. They really became the bestest friendy-wends when she was turned, playing house, being their own little family, which I didn't think he could grow more nauseating." He wretched at the notion, bringing the frame still in his hand with him as he planted himself in a chair across from Calliope. "The little shit was starting to catch the feelings and my brief appearances weren't making things easier for both of us. One of my escapes happened around Tina. Shocking, but I pissed her off and she literally beat my mysterious life story out of me. We...connected." Oh, they connected on more than that singular event. "Malcolm tormented her on a level even I can appreciate had it been anyone else but her, we both had something similar in common."
His eyes shifted on the photo, his finger tracing Valentina's outline. "Good boy Alec confessing his feelings crossed some wires, blurred the lines. I escaped again and didn't hesitate starting a war with Malcolm. Anything that other side felt for Valentina was...wrapping its dark tendrils around me during the mind prison stint. So, the more I spent thinking about her," He placed the picture on the side table, "the more I wanted her."
Calliope settled in for the story, merely guessing that the answer to her question wasn't uncomplicated. Alec didn't correspond and ally himself with someone very easily, much less a former werewolf from the Winslow pack if the horror stories from her timeline were any indication. The Alpha tormented his members viciously, dolling out the abuse from every direction and spreading the fear of god into those who might have gathered a whisper of courage to oppose him. Alec found a kindred spirit with Tina through shared years' worth of torment and suffering. Was she wrong in the assumption the witch's good side developing feelings transferred to the supposed bad part when the cage shattered? "You love her."
Alec was swift to protest the contrary, absolute determination marring his features, "Listen, I don't-"
"Alec." Calliope silenced any argumentative denial he would have offered to block out the harsh reality with a warning note to her tone. "I know you present yourself as this big bad villain who's too evil to ever possess something somebody once forced you to believe is a weakness, but you essentially admitted it seconds ago." The young woman slowly leaned forward, "The line between you and the other guy blurred. You took on an alpha as a way of protecting her, somewhat easy to do as a witch if my brother's time with Malcolm proved anything, but you chose to do it in a selfless act for someone else." Calli released a sigh, "Listen, I know it's difficult to admit when you feel like you've been burned by even showing a scrap of emotion, but it's not weakness."
Alec pushed himself to his feet with an agitated groan, wanting nothing but to remove his presence from this entire conversation and forget about the complicated relationship with Calliope completely. She saw right through him, no matter the amount of teasing she endured at his hands, the girl ignored all of the stories she has heard about him and shattered every single barrier he spent centuries building. Just as Valentina accomplished. "It is weakness. If the Malcolm's and the council's of the world knew how close I held her, what stops any of them from punishing me for the crimes I commit when my execution's far overdue, huh? Hit where it really fucking hurts?" He ground out the response. "I don't deserve her."
"Is that what you really believe?" Calliope could give him the credit for his stoicism, but his façade was beginning to crack, she didn't require abilities to see what was in the man's soul. "This is only the second time we've met, Alec, but I feel like I know you better than I respectfully should. It's never been about what you do or don't deserve. Even I understand relationships aren't simple. Love," Calli threaded her fingers together and sighed softly, "isn't simple. The fact you care for her and she cares for you is."
"No, we're not doing this." Alec turned around and widened the space between him and Calliope, feeling the loss of his patience growing stronger. "You don't get to come here, sweetheart, preaching the same song and dance spiel I've had to endure from the former weakling intruder who took my body for a fucking joyride. My emotions, how sparse they might be, aren't wished into existence for you to analyze."
"I'm not trying to analyze you. I'm trying to help you like a good friend does." Calli was quick to point out. "You're running from something, aren't you?"
"Calliope, don't." The simmering wrath lacing his voice practically screamed at the girl to leave well enough alone.
Calli knew when to keep her mouth closed, hold her tongue, refrain from poking the bear, as her mother instructed since an early age. The council had disapproved of rocking the boat and free expression, but she was no longer in her timeline, and her parents...dead. So, she stole a page from her father's book and sought the answers with unrelenting perseverance. "What are you so afraid of?"
"Alright, fine, you want me to say it?" Alec spun on his heel and released the maddening thunderstorm swirling above their heads. Two dark witches standing in the eye of a hurricane he created. He couldn't handle it anymore. "I love her." The confession left the man raw, exhausted, confused as he was absolute. "Are you fucking happy?"
"Are you?" The statement tumbled past her lips and caught them both by surprise at the candor. There was a painfully awkward pause, Alec grappling his stunned silence and Calliope with her contemplative one. It was the latter who finally shattered it. "I don't think you've been happy for a very long time, Alec."
He chuckled sans the humor and playful mischievousness injected within his demeanor. No, he never has been happy. Wouldn't that be nice? "You should go, Callikins." Alec spoke after a minute. "Before your brother shows up here and lights my ass on fire."
"Right. I'm certain he'll have worse planned." With a curt nod of her head in agreement, Calliope rose from the couch and passed the older man before reaching the door. This day hadn't gone as anticipated the same way the conversation didn't, the twins were still thrust in a new scenario they would face together, and people who were dead from where she heralded were alive and kicking. New allies, new territory, a brand new Killgrove.
Any optimism Calliope adopted from the time spent with Alec imploded the second her hand wrapped around the doorknob. A piercing migraine squeezed the girl's head maliciously as the tell-tale sign of a vision clouded her gaze. She couldn't understand what she was peering at in the beginning, a horrifying sight, bodies strewn everywhere. Blood splattered the walls of what appeared to be a bar of some kind. A murder spree, a vicious game played by a psychopath relishing the kill. The images suddenly shifted into focus long enough for Calli's mind to latch on two faces quite familiar for her. Alec Merriman and her brother Griffin, both drenched in the same scarlet red liquid covering the heart in Alec's hand. Two were playing this game, a competition, an activity to pass the time. Griff's expression read boredom, as if uninterested by his best friend's dramatics. Best friends.
The vision's end sent Calliope's hand flying to the doorframe as she pressed her weight against it from the sheer force, her head snapping in Alec's direction with a fear coating her facial features that the other knew had not been there before. A fear of him. She watched the confusion furrow his brow as soon as their gazes locked and then...recognition. Alec knew she saw something that painted him in a gruesome light. He even sensed it, her uncertainty and uneasiness, neither knew if what Calli witnessed would happen in their future or another timeline. Maybe it would not happen at all.
Or perhaps, as Calliope finally made her willing exit, nothing was for certain. Every vision paved a road by choices, every vision came true one way or another.
She hasn't been wrong so far.
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'Whether it's stealing scenes or commanding the frame, actress Emily Blunt proves time and time again that she can do it all. Drama, comedy, singing, dancing, or even narrating the heck out of a documentary, she makes it look easy. By all accounts, Blunt positively shines alongside a ridiculously talented ensemble of actors in Christopher Nolan's upcoming historical biography, Oppenheimer, playing biologist and botanist Katherine “Kitty” Oppenheimer, wife of J. Robert Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy), aka the "father of the atomic bomb."
In Blunt's 20 years of making films, large swaths of her resume include some very choice sci-fi, fantasy, and genre films. Obviously, SYFY WIRE lives in that genre lane, so we've long admired her taste and commitment to participating in some truly memorable genre projects. And we love that Blunt consistently returns to genre projects amongst her meaty dramatic roles and more light-hearted comedies. As such, with Oppenheimer opening wide this weekend, SYFY WIRE presents our favorite Blunt genre films.
Emily Blunt's Best Roles in Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Other Genre Films
The Huntsman: Winter's War (2016)
The sequel to Snow White and the Huntsman (2012) pits Blunt's Princess Freya against Charlize Theron's Queen Ravenna, and that match-up is gold in our eyes. Essentially, the sisters aren't great at coping when dire things go down, so these messed up sisters wreak a lot of havoc in the kingdom. Per usual, Theron and Blunt pull out all the stops playing broken queens of magic, and the movie works best when they're in the frame, together or apart.
The Adjustment Bureau (2011)
Blunt and her Oppenheimer castmate Matt Damon worked together before in this under-the-radar, sci-fi gem. Blunt plays the mysterious Elise Sellas, who keeps popping up in the life of Brooklyn Congressman David Norris. The story has a lot of fun twists, turns, and themes explored regarding destiny. But their flirty chemistry is another big reason to watch.
Jungle Cruise (2021)
On the other hand, the chemistry between Blunt's Dr. Lily Houghton and The Rock's Frank Wolff in Jungle Cruise is barely tepid at best. However, Blunt returning to action-heroine mode is always a good time. Houghton's extremely competent character (and Blunt, the actress) look like their having the most fun throughout the movie.
Into the Woods (2014)
Not a lot of folks were aware that Blunt has a top-notch voice until she got to show it off beautifully playing the Baker's Wife in this adaptation of Stephen Sondheim's stage musical. She's paired with James Corden's Baker, and together they play out one of the best arcs in this cautionary tale about dreams coming true in a haunting way.
Mary Poppins Returns (2018)
Who could imagine anyone filling the spit-spot shoes of Julia Andrews as Mary Poppins? Most audiences couldn't contemplate someone being a worthy recast of Mary Poppins in Mary Poppins Returns, but then Blunt's name was announced, and everyone shut up because she just nailed it. Equal parts austere and loving, Blunt is maybe the only actress today who could so ably run with the baton given by the legendary Andrews.
A Quiet Place Part II (2020)
Blunt returns to play ultra protective, post-apocalyptic mom, Evelyn Abbott, in A Quiet Place Part II. She's just as great in this sequel, but there's less for her to play outside of the major action beats. However, if you want to get a taste of her on-screen chemistry with her Oppenheimer hubby, Cillian Murphy, there's plenty to appreciate here as Evelyn and Emmett thrown down.
Edge of Tomorrow (2014)
Much like Linda Hamilton became a bad-ass, sci-fi legend after playing Sarah Connor in Terminator 2, so too did Blunt after playing Rita Vrataski in Edge of Tomorrow. The sci-fi, time travel twister features Blunt stealing scene after scene from blockbuster poster boy, Tom Cruise. She's intense, mercurial, frightening, and heroic, and she kicks the action star's butt for half of the movie. You have to have some chops to sell that, and she does.
Looper (2012)
Poker Face creator Rian Johnson's complex time travel film, Looper, stars a trio of fantastic performances from Bruce Willis, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and Blunt. It's a high-concept story that remains incredibly grounded because of those performances. And Blunt still manages to standout, especially for her shattering performance as the very protective mother, Sara.
A Quiet Place (2018)
In the fantastic sci-fi, horror thriller, A Quiet Place, Blunt plays matriarch and feral mom, Evelyn Abbott. Married to Lee (John Krasinski), the couple have two kids, with another one on the way. A lovely life, except they now exist in the nightmare reality of trying to survive aliens who have landed and wiped out huge swaths of the population. Sonically-tuned to even the most subtle of noises, the aliens force the Abbotts to exist in silence. Blunt is amazing as the terrified mom, and executes the harrowing scenario of giving birth in utter silence with chilling perfection.
Check out another amazing performance by Blunt when Oppenheimer arrives exclusively in theaters everywhere this Friday, July 21. Get tickets now!'
#Oppenheimer#Emily Blunt#A Quiet Place#Looper#Kitty#Cillian Murphy#Edge of Tomorrow#A Quiet Place Part II#The Huntsman: Winter's War#Jungle Cruise#The Adjustment Bureau#Into The Woods#Mary Poppins Returns#Christopher Nolan
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Distance - ACT I: The Peacock and the Sphinx from Eddy Loukil on Vimeo.
About the project:
Distance is a poetic fable revolving around themes of social alienation and discord.
Synopsis:
As the bell rings, the stranded King and Queen of the Oxidized Realm initiate their old, tedious dance. When the ostentatious act builds up to reach its climax, the masquerade gives way to reveal the hidden wounds of the relationship.
Awards and nominations
Brooklyn Sci Fi Film Festival (New York): Best short animation
Astrophobia (Vancouver): Best Sci-fi short
Festival du film Merveilleux et Imaginaire (Paris): Best SFX
Fantasia (Montréal): Official Selection
Taichung Film Festival (Taichung): Official Selection
Ravenna Nightmare Film Fest (Ravenna): Official Selection
Imagine Film Festival(Amsterdam): Official Selection
Trieste Science Fiction Film Festival (Trieste): Official Selection
File Festival (São Paulo): Official Selection
Fotogenia (Mexico City): Official Selection
LA Sci Fi Film Festival (Los Angeles): Official Selection
Pixel Vienna (Vienna): Official Selection
Celludroid (Cape Town): Official Selection
File Festival (São Paulo): Official Selection
Other Worlds Film Festival (Austin): Official Selection
Dreamers of Dreams (Londres): Official Selection
Vienna Science Film Festival (Vienna): Official Selection
Credits:
Director: Eddy Loukil
Art direction, Design, 3D, Post, Editing: Eddy Loukil
Choreography: Ariane Servagent
Rigging: Frederic Wedeux
Animation: Ghayth Chegaar, Alex Alvarez, Ida-Marie Soendergaard, Toni Buenavida, Ari Flesch, Marcos Elias, Mickael Hu, Vincenzo Baratta, Arthur Perez-Durand, Felix Marquis-Poulin, Eddy Loukil
Audio production: 3.6 Studio
Music: Simon Chenaux, Yoann Denesle
Sound design: Vincent Arcai
Mix/Master: BLVD, Matthieu Serannes, Guillaume Houde
Audio production: 3.6 Studio
Poster art: Luca Boni
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A Vampire's Tale.
They said that everything would be okay. That we would be okay.
Rayna Ravenna Bloodborn, the first daughter born to a vampire family in over seven eons, was turning sixteen today. She is standing on a pedestal, a mirror standing erect in front her. A red flowing ball gown lay flush against her frame, illumating her already pale skin. A small busty woman stitching the hem of the bottom.
"Why must I have a long tail, Mame? It is not like it is my cornation of love."
" A woman must always deemed prepared for suitable suitors in this day and age, Rayna. You know that."
"But Father used to say th-"
"And your Father died saying that. Now enough of this nonsense, and stand still!" Grand Mame Anne replies sharply as she pulls a needle dangerous close to Rayna's body. " You know that you are Princess of the vampires and that your Mother is extremely proud of all the work that you have done to ensure that you will be able to rule one day. " Mame Anne continues.
"That is until she finds out that I have been praticing my aim." Mumbles Rayna.
"What are you grumbling about now, Rayna?"
"Nothing, Mame."
"It better be nothing, else your Mother would have me head." Mame Anne states allowing her Irish accent to come through.
It was not always like this. Our planet was always so happy and peaceful. Nowadays, the grass is no longer green. No longer full of life. It is withered and curled, black and smells like roting flesh. Mother, no longer cares about her people. That is -if she is even my Mother. We look nothing alike. Her red hair vibrant, unlike my dark brown hair. Her eyes green, much as the envy that she carries around. My eyes have always been brown with underlying tones of blue.
There is not many of us left, all of them slaughtered by the Erags. An ancient race sent to destroy us. Erags were and are bloodthirsty creatures that can not come out during the day else they begin to rot and float away with the wind. Erags are cousins to the Aragsis, my people. Aragsis have been around since the planet first came to be. Legends go that we were the planet herself.
1792, Irish Aragg on Tren
"Aragg is a common name for a pub here at the Museum of Common Knowledge. We specialize in many rich beers." Says the A1-72 Robot, a new technology that is said to have a new and updated motor board.
"That is no different than how you said it yesterday." I said, annoyed.
" I do not understand that command." A1-72 Robot says.
I sigh and continue to the room of Princess Rayna. She is so elegant. I wish that I could have met her in person.
Engaved on a bronze plague in fine print told a story, her story. 'On the day of her sixteen birthday. Maurde, a evil crone of the Erags slaughtered Rayna's maid,- Mame Anne. When Rayna found out the her "Mother" was Maurde. Her anger raged and it said that her planet exploded in the rage of the true Queen."
I wish to be like her. To save my planet, Tren. Our grass is dying, turning black. Our skin is turning white and people are going missing. A new family came to our planet a few days ago. My parents are too intense for me, they are so much more focused on my baby brother. They are mayors of our planet. They aren't listening to me when I told them that I felt like the new family has a weird vibe about them. They always say "They are good neighbors and there is nothing wrong with them. Stop letting your imagination get the better of you."
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Ravenna and Diaval AU - Norse Mythology
HUGINN AND MUNINN
In Norse mythology, a pair of Ravens, fly every day over all the World (Midgard), at the behest of Odin.
And at nightfall, they return home, and sit on Odin’s shoulders and whisper all the news which they see and hear into his ear; they are called Huginn (Thought) and Muninn, (mind, desire, Memory...)
The Ravens of Odin.
#Huginn and Muninn au#diaval#queen ravenna#alternative universe#maleficent#I’ve been wanting to do a post of Diaval as one of Odin’s Ravens for a while.#And since Ravenna has these things with Crows too I chose her as the other Raven.#I like to imagine Diaval and Ravenna as human forms for Huginn and Muninn if they had one.#snow white and the huntsman#maleficent mistress of evil#the huntsman winter's war#fairy tales#Norse myth au#sam riley#charlize theron#gothic#dark#goth
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Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader: The Untold Truth
Summary: Queen Ravenna + 15 — “Wanna dance?”
AO3
Prompts found here!
A/N: I wanted to spin this one a little differently. Ravenna, though I love her, is well and truly evil; that’s the beauty of her character. So the way she attaches herself to people would also be evil. That can be easy to maneuver around, but I wanted to see how it’d to to maneuver with it. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it!
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Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix @escapetodreamworld
Warning(s): Questionable Relationships
After first taking over the kingdom from Snow White’s Father, the narrator altered an important detail of the story; the part where Queen Ravenna attempted to rule her new kingdom… somewhat peacefully, for a time.
They also missed what led to the downfall of the peace and the reason for such—a woman. But not the woman the stories would have people believe. Not Snow White, not Queen Ravenna, but another. One who managed to capture the decaying heart of the villain.
How sad that one so kind would cause such destruction.
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Since her first day in the castle, when the King still lived, you’d been enraptured by the beauty of your new Queen. Snow White’s mother had been beautiful no doubt, but the new Queen—Ravenna, her name was—could stop your heart by looking at her.
You had never imagined she’d look back. The idea of being seen was one that filled you with anxiety, making you bow your head to hide the ghastly scar across your skin. You traded human connection for a lack of whispers for so long.
But your Queen didn’t look away.
She took in your face, beautiful despite the raised wound that none could look past. And she didn’t flinch. Instead, she extended her hand to you, and asked for your name. Your voice had been breathless when you gave it.
You can still remember the way a curious smile spread across her face at your reaction.
“What an enchanting name…” She said then. The urge to hide yourself away was overwhelming, but you didn’t. You thanked her.
From that moment, you’d scarcely been away from the Queen. Even when the King passed mysteriously in the night and her brother’s forces invaded the castle, forcing her hand. You watched as she navigated ruling while her brother held the power of his forces at his disposal. Their weapons could strike down Ravenna’s life at any moment and she acted fearless; you wish you were half as brave as she was.
Her brother had allowed her one small thing, though; a ball. Beautiful and lavish, with more people than you had imagined.
Your Queen had helped you choose a dress. One night, during one of your talks, she summoned her seamstress and a selection was laid before you. She watched, enraptured, as you tried on some of them.
Ravenna stepped in and chose a beautiful, pale blue dress, and held it out wordlessly. When you put it on she stepped behind you in the mirror and examined you. You can still feel the way your heart fluttered when her hands settled on your waist.
“This one,” Ravenna whispered in your ear, eyes on yours in the mirror, “It’s perfect.”
“It’s too lavish, my Queen.”
Her eyes hardened in an odd way, “I said it’s perfect. You will wear this one.”
Not wanting to upset her, you nodded. You had to agree that it was beautiful. And now, in the middle of what must be hundreds of people, you feel just like everyone else. You feel enchanting.
If the stares you’ve gotten all night mean anything, then the masses must think so too.
“Excuse me, Miss,” A voice comes from behind you. You turn to see a handsome man in a dark outfit. He’s offering you a lopsided smile, “Wanna dance?”
He motions towards the swirling floor of dancing couples. Shock fills you. No one has asked you to dance before. Offering a shy smile, you nod, and take the offered hand.
You’re pulled into the masses of beautiful Lords and Ladies. It’s invigorating to move among them like you belong for once. The gentleman in front of you—who’s name you don’t know—smiles down at you in a charming way. You let out a gleeful laugh.
Across the room, out of your view, Ravenna seethes, “What is she doing?”
“I’d say dancing, sister.”
Ravenna levels him with a glare.
“Don’t be an idiot. What is she doing with him?” She spits.
Finn inclines his head, “Perhaps, sister, you haven’t made her aware of your ownership.”
“I give her everything she desires. I entertain her. I don’t allow her time with another. Her ownership has been made clear.” Ravenna says, her eyes full of fire, “It’s time this charade ended. A man’s beauty will do just as well.”
As Ravenna steps forward to push through the crowds, a hand around her arm stops her. She drags her eyes slowly up to that of her brother’s face. Finn looks shocked, like he can’t believe the choice he’s made. It’s too late now.
“If you do this, the charade is over. Everyone will know what you are.” He whispers.
The nails on her other hand dig into his arm and he winces, but doesn’t let go. Things in the kingdom are progressing well. This will put an end to all of it.
“Unhand me.”
Helpless to stop her, he does.
You don’t see Ravenna coming until it’s too late. You don’t see the other couples split apart or hear women shriek. It isn’t until a familiar, taloned hand wraps around your companion’s neck from the back and yanks, that you see her. Her eyes are dark and empty of everything but rage.
The handsome man lets out a pained noise as her talons dig into his neck. Crimson blood slides from the wounds. You stand, wide-eyed. Your Queen has brief moments of coldness, but she’s never been like this, she’s never hurt anyone.
Glancing past her shoulder, you see her brother surveying the scene. His face is carefully empty. He’s doing this, you realize. You step forward and around the young man to take her other hand.
“My Queen, please, you don’t have to do this.” You whisper.
Her eyes give away nothing. She twitches. The next words out of her mouth shock you to your core.
“You belong to me. Everyone will know it.”
She turns your dance partner around and opens her mouth, inhaling with an inhuman force. You watch the color and life drain from his face. His skin is gray and sunken when her’s brightens. When you look at the unbothered expression on her face, something clicks.
Snow White’s disappearance. The King’s death. Her brother’s mysterious arrival and victory over the palace guards. The mysterious disappearances of beautiful ladies. Her unaffected nature towards all of the darkness happening. The whole time it had been her.
“You… You did all of this.” You whisper in horror, taking a step back. Somehow she manages to hear it over all of the screaming.
Ravenna smiles a cruel smile, “No, darling, you did all of this.”
Gone is peace. Gone is happiness. Gone is light.
The story goes on as told; Queen Ravenna rules with an iron fist and Snow White grows, all the while you remain kept in a locked room, only to be visited by the Queen. No one remembers the beautiful woman that started it all. No one remembers the enchanting beauty Ravenna would burn a kingdom before giving up.
#queen ravenna#queen ravenna x reader#snow white and the huntsman#snow white and the huntsman x reader#ravenna x reader#queen ravenna imagine#snow white and the huntsman imagine#wlw#wlw imagine#dec2022#multimilfswritings#multimilfsficmas2022
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Convince me they are not Targaryens in different universes...I’ll wait.
#daenerys targaryen#harry potter#got spoilers#got theories#got imagines#queen daenerys#blonde#imagines#tumblr#the hobbit#alice in wonderland#lord of the rings#queen#queen ravenna#snow white#fire#mother of dragons
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I’m not sure that Maria Tatar has watched much more than the trailer for Snow White and the Huntsman, given her ignorance of what the film is actually about and how it sets up Ravenna as a victim of rape and patriarchal violence, and given the fact that she seems bent on making it sound unfeminist by herself using sexist language to describe it
#imagine watching charlize theron in that movie and the first noun you can think of to describe her is ‘cougar’#babe#take a breath#this is officially the worst review of this movie ive ever read#snow white and the hunstman#had its flaws obviously but ravenna was the best rendition of the evil queen on screen to date#charlize theron is a goddess and a force of nature and you need to keep her name outta your mouth#i love and respect you maria but what a bad take
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GOLDEN HOUR
Aemond Targaryen x Morningstar!Oc /reader
Chapter Three : The Angel, The Prince, Their heated desire.
Warnings: Violence, Blood, NSFW, Romantic shit.
You can imagine yourself as Lilith well she is you and your time travel has gone right, or better for your happiness that you can’t find in the modern world where you lived. This is a crossover between Lucifer and HOTD.
It was six in the morning when a knock woke Aemond up, the princess closed her eyes to pretend that she was indeed asleep to avoid suspicion, He quietly talked to the Maiden that had knocked.
"My grace, I prepared what you asked me to, I-I prepared Princess Lillianne her riding clothes, I also prepared your bath my grace." The shy maiden then left before Aemond say the word 'Thank you' to her.
"My love?" Lilith felt his fingers brush through her hair strands, she smiled and pretend that slowly she was waking up. "Good morning M' sweet." He gently pulled her up into a sitting position where he can lean the princess' head into his chest.
"Slept well, my princess?" Lilith gave his jaw a gentle kiss. "I did, Thanks to you, my darling." He leaned to his side and quickly fixed his eye patch.
"Don't." Aemond stopped her hands, He stopped as she took his hands into hers. "Don't hide, I wish to see what's underneath." Lilith straddled onto his lap to remove the eye patch when he held her wrist firmly but gently.
"Don't look at it." He slowly looked down from her beautiful face. "You'll stop loving me then if you see it." The hell princess bit her lip and slowly remove the patch to reveal a sapphire inside his right eye. "It's beautiful." I smiled.
"You don't need to lie to save my feelings, my love." She then playfully smacked his arm then wrapped her arms around his neck to give him a deep kiss.
"I can't, I can't wait to ask for Queen Ravenna, Then I'll fill you up with my seed, going to make you round and beautiful." Then she felt something hard poking me underneath.
It was hard.
"You can do that now don't you think?" She started taking off her silky night dress then he stopped her from proceeding.
She forgot that she was an angel, that this is a sin.
"Did you let any man touch you before my love? How come I do not know your age?" She laughed when he wrapped fur around her to cover up her porcelain-like naked body.
"I'm eighteen silly, Well, I'm... A virgin, I guess can prove you right in our bedding night." She smiled shyly then hid her face in his chest.
'If you only knew I'm about to turn into Ten billion years old by next month, I've been an 18-year-old for almost Nine billion years.' she thought to herself.
"Nothing to hide my Princess, But I want you to know that I want you to save your purity for our bedding ceremony understood? I'm surprised that with your enchanting beauty... I'm the first, I'll be the first one to bed you." He instead gave her a gentle peck on her lips.
"Prove me that you're worth the wait."
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The moment the couple went face to face with Aemond's dragon, The dragon seem calm seeing her master's lover, it might've sensed that the Seraphim in front of her won't hurt her rider.
"Vhaegar, this is Lillianne she is the mother of my future child, my future wife... Easy Lilianne"
The blonde instructed his lover to reach for Vhaegar who was calm and shown to love Lilith's presence.
Aemond carefully held the princess while climbing onto Vhaegar's back with him behind her. "My darling, I want you to hold on to the ropes, okay? I don't want you to fall." Aemond kissed her nose, and she then smiled at his kisses.
Vhaegar then walked as she moves her wings to fly, like what Aemond ordered her to, For the princess to see Westeros and you explore parts of it.
"This is fun!" The princess laughed. Aemond smirked while watching her, her ass brushing on his crotch made him hard, he knew that this isn't his darling's fault.
He tried to calm down.
"See? I told you it's fun." Aemond laughed at his lover. "Do you want to visit my kingdom? So, you can ask for my hand." The princess asked.
"I would love to princess. Naejot se dārion hen rising qēlos, vhaegar." With his commands, Vhaegar turned to fly to where his rider asked him to.
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Vhaegar brought them to an island-like paradise that is full of life where he can see a Castle made out of silver and gold from afar, watching as kids ran playing and warriors training.
"Princess! We're happy you're back and safe. Princes Aemond of seven kingdoms, what brings you here?" Greeted by Sir Calypso and Valkyrie Theresa to Princess Lilith he then bowed.
Aemond was delighted to see that the place looked like paradise, an army of women in armor riding a flying horse, an army of women training to fight.
"Where's my mom?" Lilith asked the knight Calypso that led them to the Shadow Crest castle to the throne room, Calypso saw how Aemond held her by the waist so delicately.
By the time they arrived, Aemond saw Queen Ravenna, she first looked so intimidating when he caught her looking at him with such menace.
"My daughter! You're here! Viserys took good care of you! I received letters." Queen Ravenna in gold reached out to embrace her daughter and then turned to Aemond.
"Boy! Thank you for bringing her back to her home." Queen Ravenna then ordered food to be served for the couple when Aemond took his sword out of his holder.
"Don't even try!" Theresa yelled.
Knights and Valkyries raised their swords as well, ready to attack the prince when they saw that Aemond balanced his sword in his hands and then lowered it to the queen's feet.
Queen Ravenna signaled them to lower their weapons
"I am asking for the princess's hand and your grace, I swore to my oath to love her with my heart, and If I failed to do so, I am giving you the right to behead me and use my head as a trophy." Queen Ravenna then looks at her daughter in surprise.
"Are the two of you asking for my blessing, because you got my daughter-"
"Not like that mom." Lilith smiled shyly while dragging Aemond up to hide her blushing face.
"Well, there will be a competition, a Tournament to win my only daughter until then, you'll have my blessing, I expect an heir, both of you should stay the night, I'll have the both of you marry before the month ends, after the tournament." Ravenna then went back to her daughter's side and urges both to rest, and to eat.
"So, you have a dragon Aemond?" Queen Ravenna asked at the dining table as the maids place the foods, Scallops, and other foods.
"I do my grace, our kingdom has many of those, once my darling and I produce an Heir, our child will gain one, and they will form a bond." Lilith smiled to herself while listening to those two people.
What made her smile was her ability to create her desires, A mother with blonde hair, blue eyes, and nourishing arms, was new to her however she has to act to avoid any inconveniences.
Her own Westview.
"What would get in exchange for the betrothal? What would Rising Star get as a benefit?" Queen Ravenna asked while biting the meat from her scallops and then drinking her special wine.
"Dragon and Army, also my dying fidelity my grace." Aemond raised his cups to the agreement.
"Very well my boy." Ravenna smiled at her daughter whom her hand maidens pulled her to dance, Aemond herd giggles from them.
Minerva the brunette and Alwyna the young redhead, "The princess is getting married!" They danced as the one-eyed prince watched.
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Aemond and Lilith explored the forest of Rising Star as the both of them walked hand in hand while Lilith walked on a winged horse.
"Flora!" She then happily hugged her big white horse while grabbing Aemond's hand to gently stroke its mane, "A Pegasus? I thought they are just some silly stories that were told when I was a child, my Love." Aemond asked in surprise while touching the Pegasus.
"A Pegasus that breathes Ice." It surprised the young man knowing that in contrast, His lover's horse breathes Ice while his dragon breathes fire.
"I can give you one." The princess smiles.
"Why is your army only consisting of women? Women aren't for war but for the household, to serve to birth."
Aemond asked in curiosity while helping his betrothed up to ride her horse. "Don't be a sexist my love, Those Valkyries are trained, and So does our Amazonian." Aemond gave his lover a look as they walked.
"Aemond, what is it?" Lilith asked. "Nothing, your beautiful never failed to amaze me, you are blessed by the gods to not just please me, but to bring warmth and happiness, and I intend to give the same to you." The princess blushed.
"You're so sweet." She murmurs then she ordered Aemond to ride behind her. "Go flora do your thing." Flora then ran and opened her wings which brings them to the cliffs of Rising Star.
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"The view fascinates me." Aemond whispers under his breath, this place surrounded by an Island, full of life-like paradise amazed him it looks happy and peaceful, A place he wants to raise Ikaris and Azrael.
"We'll rule this, I'll make you a king." Aemond turned to look at his princess and then placed a loving kiss on her forehead. "And I'll make you a queen."
"I love you." They both said at the same time which made him smile.
"Umm Aemond?" Lilith called his name while the both of them watched the waters from the top of the cliff.
"Never mind." Lilith watched as he watches the glowing waterfalls that is said to heal anyone who bathes in it.
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"My love?" Aemond sensed those worries as he removed his cloak to cover his princess who watches from the castle's balcony, even when they are watching the water from the fall, she felt nervous.
"There are times, and nights that you'll have to cover your eyes for me when we- we." She said silently under her breath.
"Make love? Why? Is there something I need to know? What are you hiding from me?" Aemond wrapped his arms behind her as he rests his chin on her head.
Lilith vowed that he'll never know her secret as an Angel.
"Can't tell you yet." Lilith turned around to place a kiss on Aemond's lips, Tongues fighting with each other.
There are nights that she had to go somewhere, flying with those six wings, white and gold feathers that she wouldn't dare, she won't risk her husband to be to see.
Aemond then stopped, "I- we have to wait, my love, Till then I'm yours and yours only." Lilith smiled as they savor the moment, for once in her life, someone loved her so much.
"What are you hiding from me that you don't want me to see? A scar on your body perhaps? You don't need to hide my love." Aemond held her small hands with his bigger ones.
"No, not a scar." Lilith smiles shyly.
"There's nothing to hide, you call me handsome for my scar, but I can't see yours?" Aemond leaned in for another kiss on Lilith lips, hands traveling at the back of her head as he carefully laid her on the bed, not breaking the kiss.
Aemond slowly takes off the princess' nightgown, giving in to his temptation, The princess does the same with his shirt, His calloused hand ran to her waist as his lips travel to her neck.
"Oh god, you're stunning," Aemond whispered, his right hand traveling to her hips and then leg, admiring how smooth it is. Slowly taking off his betrothed undergarments, he stopped for a second to stand up.
Slowly taking off his night dress, admiring her sculpture-like beautiful body, and throwing the clothes somewhere across the room, Aemond then came back to lay on top of her as she took his eye patch, Kissing his scars.
Making him feel that he's enough.
That he is loved by her.
"My...My look at you is so willing to let me strip off your honor my love." Aemond teases the princess by whispering dirty words, and Lilith wished that her grandfather does not watch them consummate.
Lilith's excited about losing her purity to a man she loves.
Aemond kissed her again, this time on her forehead, "You better win the tournament, my love, then you can have me." Lilith moaned under his touch when he flipped her to her stomach.
"I already have you, If I'm not mistaken." Aemond groans with him raising her hips a bit, giving her ass a light slap, not wanting to cause too much pain, as an experienced person, he knows the pain he's about to give.
Last thing he experienced six years ago.
Aemond aligned himself to her entrance after brushing the wetness from her slit, Lilith closed her eyes trying to cover her mouth, for this is the first time in the billion years of her existing, blending in with humans.
"I don't think it's going to fit in..." Lilith mumbles, Shaking, but she breathes deeper in shock when Aemond...
Without any warning, Aemond slammed himself inside her, with such a hard and harsh thrust, holding on to her arms behind her back, The sound of skin slapping was heard in the room.
"Tight... so-" Aemond's look shifted to his cock where he saw the blood, it was dripping with so much blood, he realized how harsh and uncomfortable his princess was.
"I saw how you looked at Jace and Aegon, are you a whore? are you a fucking whore my love?" Aemond thrust his hips in a harsh way, Earning a grunt from the princess. "You want to be fucked by Jace? ilībōños!" his hold on her hips so tight it will surely leave a bruise by tomorrow.
"You think I didn't see it hmm? are you fucking whore? I thought you agreed about wanting my child inside you. but your looks make me want to wonder that maybe you want my nephew and brother to fuck you, taking turns with your tight delicious cunt, That Idea excites you hmm?" Aemond pulled her hair back and then grabbed her neck, choking her, little did he know that he was strangling a high-ranking angel.
"No." The princess squirms underneath.
"Tell me whom you belong to, say it, tell me whom this tight cunt belongs to! tell me whom you want to fuck a babe inside you!" Aemond changed his phase this time, way more harsh and faster.
"You." The princess whispers.
"To whom? say it louder, I can't hear you!" Aemond demanded an answer.
"To you Aemond! I belong to you!" Aemond smirks, a smile creeping to his lips, the idea of fucking a submissive girl into submission satisfies him, with that, he spills his seeds inside her, A seed that will grow into his heir that his love will birth.
But seeing the blood on the sheets made him so guilty of hurting her. Sweating he placed a kiss on her shoulder, "I'm sorry... are you in pain, my love?" Aemond asked as he felt her tighten around him, she moaned in pain "Please stop." Lilith whispered, pleading for him to stop.
"The pain will be gone my love, just take it in, you'll be with a child soon." Aemond kept on thrusting his hips forward, He kept going after his first release.
"Oh, gods...oh gods... you have a really tight cunt, you love it don't you? Being fucked by me." The soon-to-be King of Rising Star fell on top of his betrothed as he felt his second warm release inside of her.
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The princess lay on her side facing away from Aemond, Bloodstained bed linen with fur wrapped around her body, Aemond who got fed up with the silence she's been giving him, sat while watching her and decides to wrap his arms around her.
"I'm sorry, I got so... excited." Aemond kisses her shoulders. His hands went down to her slit and gave it a stroke, Still dripping with his cum. "Are you okay? did I hurt you badly?" Aemond pulled the princess in his chest, kissing her forehead.
Slowly the princess gets up and straddles his hips, wrapping a cloth around his eyes as he held her on the waist, Lilith guiding his cock into her entrance as he hears her moan.
"Why cover?" Aemond asks.
"Swore to your oath that you won't take it off" Lilith tried her best not to moan out his name. "I swore on my oath, My Princess." Aemond grunts, biting his lips.
I'm definitely going to hell.
Surprised by the tightness he felt without seeing a thing. Lilith rode him all night as he wishes and filled her up, as she holds on to his shoulder "Yes! more." to Lilith this is her first sin.
The sin of Carnal pleasure.
"Like that, ride me like how you ride horses, my love." Aemond reciprocates and also thrusts his hips upwards which drove him into another release, cum dripping on the princess' legs.
"Fuck you have child-bearing hips." Panting, Aemond worships his lover like a god, praising her with things she has to hear.
Aemond heard and felt a sudden rush of wind and the blinding light, The absence of his sight made him wonder, the sound of wings moving, about to run his hand up on her waist when Lilith thought about showing dominance.
For showing submission for almost a billion years.
Lilith held his hand above his head and before he can even say a thing, The princess pressed her lips, He didn't complain, instead savoring the feeling of pleasure whenever she bounces her hips.
After regaining her self-control to hide those six pairs of wings, The untied the cloth and released his hands from her hold the way he released inside her.
Panting after their deed, "I will be with a child soon, you better win the tournament, there will be a lot of competition." Aemond carefully laid the both of them without pulling out of her, He let her sleep on top of him.
Whispering sweet words into her ears while the princess laid her head on his chest. "Take care of your body, my love, you'll bear me a child, A child we'll both love, unlike my father." Princess Lilith looked up at him.
"I know you'll love our child." Lilith smiles and place a delicate kiss on his lip.
"He never loves Me, Aegon, or Helaena, it was always Rhaenyra." Lilith Felt his sadness so she wrapped her arms around him under the white sheet. "My father never loved me, He loved someone's child." Aemond wiped Lilith's tears as he held her close.
"When I am the king, I'll give you the world you deserve my darling" Aemond kissed her teary eyes.
"Would our marriage make you happy?" She asked while tracing shapes on his chest.
"More than happy my love." Aemond kissed her forehead with his hair sticking due to sweat. "So does our babe." Aemond ran his hands to her hips.
"Goodnight my love." Aemond blew the candle for them to sleep.
for once in her miserable life, she's not just a pop star entertaining people or an angel serving God, She's now a woman.
Aemond Made sure to burn to linen tomorrow, it'll cause a scandal or will ruin his future queen's honor if people knew they consummated before their wedding.
he thinks of a plan.
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andantezen replied to your photoset “Garulf: Enough! You’re all obsessed with irrelevant nonsense! Now is...”
love how Garulf won't go down in a sea of troubles but instead recognizes the moving of the tide and decides to ride the wave -- in pop words, go with the flow.
My - often quoted - professor once said about one of those Roman usurpators: “Then of course he collected troops and marched for Rome, which was kinda legitimate to do, because obviously he wanted to stay alive.” This was a thing that impressed me, and made me understand this everlasting civil-war much better. Once you had entered the game, it was win or die.
andantezen replied to your photo “Cecilia: Aren’t you going to say anything? Lavinia: [Why? My claim to...”
I love it when she shows her nobility not just as a pose but at her core leading her acts... Last sentence is marvelous!
It was always a challenge to find fitting poses for Lavinia! She’s not, in our modern sense, self-confident, she’s just used to seeing her orders executed, and she’s as hard on herself as on everyone else. The exchange about love was sadly cut in two. I kinda liked the irony that they both see the other as the only one entitled to love. When really they both are the ones closest to each other’s heart.
andantezen replied to your photo “Hildric: I ask only one thing of you. Have mercy upon my children. I...”
would they be equals, in the sense that he is prince to his people and her a princess?
Something like that, yes. Although Lavinia’s only de-facto subject at this point is Cecilia. It’s only when she realizes that the Goths are all about to be killed that she fully accepts responsibility for them. Also, her historical inspiration, Galla Placidia is said to have had a personal guard of Visigoths for the rest of her life, long after she returned to Rome.
andantezen replied to your photoset “Lavinia: [I tell you a story: A woman gets married to a nobleman....”
love the scene being played out on the wall... you are very resourceful when it comes to images (and words, of course!!!)
I came to love those houses as a projection-space!
andantezen replied to your photoset “Centurio: The ultimatum is off. Attack. Ulfilas: They’re coming!...”
it's like you warned, it escalates from bad to worse!
:/
andantezen replied to your photoset “Lavinia: I am the queen who spreads her shielding cloak over all her...”
beautiful scenes!
Thank You!
andantezen replied to your photoset “Lavinia: You are the four riders on the storm…”
and rereading this, it relates to the 4 riders in the last scene, too...
The four riders are a recurring motive. It’s a story about the end of the world, after all. But I wanted a different take on the subject; so often images of the apocalyptic riders are reduced to drawing a very scary skeleton-horse.
andantezen replied to your photoset “There will come a time when nothing will be remembered of this Wild...”
agree with @nornities... And I believe it started as a fade in background image to the scene where Lavinia breaks from the group of women to talk to the Roman soldiers, right?
Yes it does! That’s why I wanted to call the Story “Wild Hunt” and nothing else, even if I risked being confused with the videogame of the same title. In the scene with Lavinia walking, my association was hoofbeat=heartbeat. (Sometimes I’d love to have sound-effects).
The horses were also in the fire, directly after the Horses-of-St-Marc scene - and I placed the horse walking by there on purpose :)
Ever since I read about it, it fascinated me that according to folklore, Theoderic (the Ostrogoth king) rode his horse over the cliffs at Ravenna and became the first rider of the ghostly Wild Hunt. Which is a thing in Bavarian/Alpine tradition, where it’s much feared. And like Lavinia, I believe this must be a misunderstanding.
andantezen replied to your photoset “Roxas: No way. No way, no, you can mark us all three off as sick but...”
such a beautiful scene. making me emotional right now.
I felt so sorry for them. I remember thinking, ‘If I am putting you through this, it must at least be beautiful’.
andantezen replied to your photoset “Gisa: You’ve come. Hildric: I’m so sorry, I should never have let...”
Rereading this 2 months later, what strikes me now is the sentence "This path we are travelling can only lead to disaster." Seems to me to be the path of mankind on this planet right now :/
Given that I wrote this some time last summer or autumn, the story turned out alarmingly up-to-date by the time I posted it! Maybe we’ve reached another of those points in history.
Civilization has been at a point that looked like the end several times by now. (WW2, 30 Years War, Fall of the Roman Empire, to name just a few) The encouraging thing is, that it always got better after that (for a while). But of course it was the end for all those people who died there and then.
Maybe this is why there are so many legends about the post-Roman period. It felt like the world was coming to an end, but new things were already beginning to grow from the ashes.
andantezen replied to your photoset “Ulfilas: You two come with me. There are several people fallen ill, we...”
and indeed, the end of a world as she knew it has come, and she is still here...
Just what I said above... Also this is another motive that seems to be rooted in people’s imagination. The most notorious example is probably that of the “every-wandering Jew” (badly abused by the Nazis). But I’ve also read exiled French priests during the Revolution express this feeling that their world was gone and they were condemned to wander.
andantezen replied to your photoset “Theudilas: Grandsire, I have come to inform you that my Lady Mother is...”
I enjoy getting glimpses into their beliefs.
This is also a thing that fascinates me. Many people think, the legends in Ovid’s Metamorphoses were something like the Bible to the Romans, but in fact we know little about their actual everyday beliefs and even less when it comes to non-Roman peoples.
andantezen replied to your photoset “Messenger: The clan of the Darkstags sends their greetings. We left...”
look at all the details of their lives inside that wagon... it's gorgeous!
I’m quite a little bit proud of this wagon! For one thing, these travelling people in antiquity lived in such cramped spaces - if they really had a wagon like this, it would have been much smaller, and much more crammed with luggage. But for Sims storytelling, a set must have a minimum size to allow for the decor, Sims and camera to fit in. So this was a bit of a compromise. And then of course the fact that it had to travel to several different locations throughout the story!
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Request: “Ravenna disguises herself as William (or as the Huntsman) to have her way with reader/you?” Chris Hemsworth is good but Sam Claflin needs love, too. I couldn’t find entire scene on YouTube so I looked up the script online. Added a minuscule bit of magical mind control, ‘cause why not?
“Walk with me.”
William’s soft voice retrieved you from a pool of worried thoughts. You offered a grateful smile before lifting yourself off your perch. Your feet planted next to his, William returned the smile before starting off into the snowy wood.
“I was just walking with Snow White.”
“Do you wish to return to your tent then?”
You shook your head. “She said, ‘Up here it’s as if nothing’s changed. The world looks beautiful again.’”
“It will be. When you both return to court and she is queen. The people of this kingdom hate Ravenna with their very fiber.”
“Snow White said she only felt sorrow for Ravenna. My feelings are a little more conflicting than that.”
That caught William off guard. You pretended not to notice his nonplussed expression as you took the lead. How could your relationship with the tyrant be described? You exhaled, breath pale. “Gilded cage” might be a good start. Maybe not. He quickened his step and reappeared at your side. Like he was was afraid you would actually leave him behind.
“Maternal figure?”
The hushed question made you stop in your tracks.
“Not quite as… familial as that.” You decided to let William interpret that as he wished. “Ravenna mentioned what a good queen I could be. I figure she wanted me as an heir instead of Snow White.” Something was on your companion’s mind. His lips parted before he pursed them, waiting for you to resume your vague explanation. “I mean, she liked me more than her…”
That was obvious. You didn’t have to state it.
“You would make a glorious queen.” That caught you off guard. “If Snow White wasn’t in line-”
“That’s not the life for me.”
“Oh?”
“I’m too indecisive. I can’t even read my own feelings on Ravenna.” Treason? If that’s what he’s hinting at, William is edg*ng towards dangerous territory. Overthrowing Tabor’s current monarch is difficult enough already. “To me, she was far too kind to hate.”
Your co-conspirator ceased walking. You paused as well, feeling like you two had strolled enough. Admiring the scenery for a brief moment, you decided you wanted to return to camp soon. When you turned to face William again, it was your turn to be caught off guard. Gazing into your eyes devotedly, he took a step forward.
“If I had a choice, I would take you far from here. And keep you safe by my side. But I have a duty. And so do you.”
“Can you really imagine me as a queen?” You let out a quiet laugh. “How could I even run a country?”
“The same way you led me when we were children. I followed you everywhere. Ran when you called. I would have done anything for you.”
I still would, his tone suggested.
“That’s true,” you replied. “Snow White you always quarreled with, but me…”
William had crept even closer without your notice. “We don’t need to talk about Snow White.”
“I’d rather not marry a king, anyway,” you prattled on. “I’d rather be the wife of a count or baron. Spouse to a duke is the highest amount of authority I would be able to handle.” An uncomfortable warmth flooded your face when you remembered who were conversing with. Before you could lower your gaze, William leant closer.
“Do you wish to retire to your tent?” he whispered.
As you two retreated to camp, you thought about placing your hand in his. Then decided against it. William made sure to tread carefully behind you. Being caught by the huntsman or any of the others would have been awkward.
There’s nothing wrong with this, you thought about saying. Then you decided that wasn’t the right approach. “We don’t have to-”
“But I want to, ______. I’ve wanted to for so long.”
With that, William leant down to claim his kiss.
At first the duke’s son had seemed a bit reluctant. Perhaps he’d deliberated whether or not this was an appropriate setting for l*vemaking. Maybe it was his first time. But now you were on your back, dress pulled up past your waist, being straddled by your handsome childhood friend. You unfastened the top half of your garment, not breaking eye contact. William’s nervous smile disappeared as he followed your lead. Now that he was shirtless, you impatiently pulled the pants off his hips. He kissed you on the mouth once more before focusing on your lower set of lips.
Whether his initial nerves were due to virginity, you weren’t so sure anymore. Because he knew exactly what to do with your little pink bead. William very carefully rolled your cl*toris between his thumb and forefinger. Occasionally pausing to keep you from becoming too stimulated.
“May I feel how wet you are?”
Tearing your eyes away from his wonderful fingers, you stared at his half-hard c*ck and nodded. He must have great self-control, you figured, because he hadn’t gotten harder since his clothed cr*tch was pressed your bare one. Then you felt a digit trail down your slit.
“Please…”
Your hips rose up to meet him. Knuckle by knuckle, your lover dragged a single finger inside and then withdrew before turning over and re-entering. This time the finger curled inside of you. Making you clench down and gasp. The uncharacteristically husky voice that asked if you wanted him now was impossible to refuse.
William clasped your hand in his as he climbed on top of you. Despite how soaked you were, he still seemed a bit awkward about f*cking you. But it was endearing. Maybe he’d only had digital s*x before. There would be time for questions later.
It seemed to last for more than an hour at the least. Despite this very possibly being his first time, your friend seemed very in control of himself. Strange how well are bodies are tuned with each other’s, you mused as he rutted into you. What a great way to keep warm.
Now he was picking up speed. He’d barely broken eye contact, admiring every little twitch of your face, since starting but now his face was starting to scrunch up in pleasure. You weren’t going to last much longer either.
“William-”
“I’m not William,” he huffed, eyes shut.
You wet your bottom lip. “Do you, do you wish me to call you something else during…?”
The org*sm hit you so hard you just sputtered for a couple seconds before letting it overpower you. No previous cl*max had ever been this powerful. Or lasted so long. While it didn’t come out of the blue, you weren’t expecting to c*m so suddenly. Your partner was still thrusting into you. Focusing only on securing his own release. His hold on your biceps was almost painful as he drew you up to capture your lips again. His grip actually became painful as you drew away to breathe.
“Spill your seed on my belly.”
If you hadn’t trusted William, you would have thought he had no intention of pulling out. You were about to repeat yourself, just in case, when he shut you up with a kiss. S*cking your tongue into his own mouth, he bucked his hips harder against yours. You winced. It almost felt like his length had grown even thicker. Much thicker. You decided to stay still until he was done rutting.
If he doesn’t stop soon, I am going to be so sore… you thought, closing your eyes.
“Are you awake, ______?”
You raised your eyelids slightly, not sure if you wanted to look at him. Then William squeezed your hand. He was reclining on his side, eyes hawkish as he waited for a response. Uncurling, you drew yourself up and grimaced as an abnormal amount of fluid sopped out. The only time someone else’s juices had stickied your thighs was during intercrural.
Why didn’t you pull out?
Raising your voice wasn’t possible at the moment. Your little love nest was beginning to feel unbearably warm. Still, you weren’t about to lower your blanket. To bear your body again to him. Maybe he would get dressed and leave without you. While William would have made a good husband, you wanted to convince yourself, you would rather become pregnant during peaceful times. And you told him so.
“I think I would need to use another spell for that. The seed I planted in you will definitely link us… heart-to-heart, however.” His chin tilted up and you felt some more s*men seep out before slithering back inside. “You see, ______, William would have just betrayed you.”
You tightened your core as the imposter reached over to rest his hand on your midriff. When had your covering fallen down? Who- or whatever had just f*cked you was going on about conception outside of wedlock and how anyone else who had you would have just used you…
“What sort of manner of incubus-?”
A nonchalant chuckle cut you off. Before you could avoid his touch, the false William touched your forehead and you were no longer in the tent but back out in the gelid woods. The duke’s son or his doppelgänger was with Snow White.
“By fairest bl**d it was done and only by fairest bl**d can it be undone. You were the only one who could break the spell and end my life, and the only one pure enough to save me… You don’t realize how lucky you are-”
“Stop.”
Your begging drove away the magical vision. This fiend had already taken care of your princess. You were kneeling, slouched, unable to move your gaze from your n*ked thighs. Nothing was coating them. It felt like something was gently roiling deep inside you and you prayed it was your imagination.
“I was going to wait until the rebellion had been annihilated,” Ravenna’s voice oozed into your ears. If you had ever thought of this situation on your own, your bl**d would have boiled. But it had actually happened. Was still happening. The storm in your womb had quieted down. To your surprise, you were starting to feel a bit amorous again… “But then Snow White kissed ‘William’ and, well-”
“You needed me,” you exhaled, parting your legs once more.
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