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What have I done
Pairing: Queen Ravenna x reader
Genre: angst
Words: 1200
Note: I'm back with some Ravenna angst, hope you'll enjoy it as much as I liked writing it.
For as long as you could remember you always lived at the castle of the king, your mother being one of his and his wife’s most trusted maids. You were still pretty young when the queen died, leaving the old man and his daughter Snow White in distress. You grew up in the happy kingdom of thrill and joy that started to slowly decay with every year you all mourned your late queen. But then, just as you turned into a lovely grown woman and got your own job at the castle, the king found a new wife, queen Ravenna. They all seemed so happy it felt unreal. Not long after however the old king joined his late wife in the gardens of Eden and all that was left was her majesty and the clueless princess, who ran away within the next year.
You could hardly understand it all and the land was unstable in times of such rapid changes. When you became the queen’s own maid, being young and freshly employed, Snow White was already wanted all over the country. To you, however, it wasn’t much concern. Your job was to make sure the queen’s comfortable in her clothes and shoes, massaging her feet and warming up her bed for the night. In the difficult times of doubt and uncertainty you slowly became her confidant. She could tell you anything, knowing you wouldn’t tell, and even if you did, no one would believe such unimportant being as her maid. From a confidant you became her friend and from a friend you build your way un to being her lover. You would never take any inappropriate step but when she invited you to her, how could you say no the most beautiful graceful being you have ever sat your eyes on?
You were still her servant willing to do anything and everything she ever asked for and giving her all you were, all you had and all you could ever get. You were completely and utterly taken by her glory, confidence and pride. It even made you a little proud yourself that the queen chose you over all the other men and women who fell at her feet every minute of the day. You took her joy and anger, anything she needed to release, all her good days and all the bad ones ended up with you being used in her bed. You could hardly ever stay, having to leave her warm cozy chambers to return to your cold and unwelcoming bed with a hard mattress and rat-gnawed pillow the moment she was satisfied with you.
With how fast and wholeheartedly you fell for the woman there was no stopping, no pleasure and no amount of kisses would be ever enough for you. You yearned for her presence and body as hard as the desert yearns for water. You needed her, longed for her at every second of the day. You could merge in the tightest hug on earth, eat each other in the most desperate of kisses and it still wouldn’t be enough. Yet lately it seemed her hunger exceeded yours, she needed release, assurances and the plain feeling of power. You became her most glorious possession, using you and savoring you at any moment she wanted to. With looking for more power and rule over the kingdom she became insatiable.
As you visited her in her throne room, she frantically walked around unable to sit still, her hair flying behind her with every turn like a veil of gold. To you she was still ethereal, the most beautiful of women on this earth. No matter how many worried wrinkles her forehead sported or the stressed pout on her lips. She was like a fairy with a flame that pulled in every moth around. It was obvious to you she was at her wits end, even if she’d never admit to it, being concerned with things you had no idea about.
“My queen.” You address her carefully. “May I help you?”
“Ugh, no. Leave me alone.” She hardly even spared you a glance.
“Maybe I can help you relieve some stress.” You tried again. “At least with a melissa tea?”
“I said get lost!” Ravenna angrily shouts at you and harshly slaps your face. “Now get out of my sight!”
“I’m sorry…” You whine holding your cheek with tears evident in your eyes.
“Oh don’t play that innocent little girl with me you spawn!” your emotional reaction infuriates her even more. “Your father never loved you and your mother rather died so that she didn’t have to be with you anymore. I don’t want to see you here again, you hear me!?”
You could hardly listen to her words anymore, running out of the room to not give her the satisfaction of seeing you cry. She liked hurting you, she liked having the dominant power over anyone. Yet never has she been so cruel and evil to you. At that moment, you believed her. You believed she wanted to get rid of you, to never see you again. So that’s what you did. You packed the few little things you owned and you left, your heart breaking into million little pieces as you left the only home you ever knew and the woman you loved so hard you could die for her. Yet you’d do anything to make her happy and if she desired you gone you’ll leave.
Ravenna on the other hand got her temper under control once again in a few days, establishing somewhat steady rule over her kingdom. All she wanted now was to enjoy a little piece of quiet, preferably with the tea you always made for her with the littlest bit of mint and honey and with your massage and presence. But after she ringed her bell to call you to her, a different girl came in your place, taking care of her with her gaze fixed on the ground.
“Where’s Y/n?” she barked at the girl, her mood immediately worsening.
“I don’t know madam, she left.” The maid answered fearfully.
“What do you mean she left?” no one had the audacity to leave her service on their own.
“She said you expelled her, so she left.” The girl shrugs looking at her queen this time.
“That is ridiculous! Bring me my guard.” She orders the girl who bows to her and leaves.
Not long after comes the commander of her guards, coming up with a plan for your search with her. The army turned every corner of the castle upside down to find you, and they rummage the whole city, but you’re nowhere to be found. Ravenna sends out unit after unit to travel to all the corners of her kingdom to find you, fearing what might happen to you in the wild and dangerous world. She wasn’t sure you were even still in her kingdom or alive, and that worried her infinitely. She didn’t realize how attached she grew to your presence and joyfulness, enjoying your mannerisms and easily pleased outgoing nature.
“What have I done.” She whispers into the darkness of her chambers feeling cold and unwelcoming without you in them.
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hiii gurls !!! this is my first post on this account so anyway, there are my notifies about me:
- I'm a girl, born at 200x so anyway, y guys can call me anything as y guys want :D my nicknames are available too.
- These are my nicknames: Lizzy(Lizzie), Magarine, Orange, Chips,... anything
- I'm a Viet 🇻🇳 so Eng is not my mother tongue and sometimes i have mistakes at somewhere, grammars or words and i wish y guys can forgive me 🥺
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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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Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix
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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I Think I Loved Her (Too) - Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader
summary: [Y/N] had been the Queen's servant for quite some time. A time long enough for her to develop unwanted feelings. Only, she could never act on it. She shouldn't, really.
tags: angst, death, NO FLUFF AT ALL.
[english is not my first language! also i forgot the entire plot of both movies, dad played a clip on tv and i just got the inspo. sorry.]
Everyone knew of the Huntsman, and everyone knew of the incoming war between the Queen Ravenna and Snow White. It has been a thrill, these past few days, but most especially to the people who loathed the Queen. Seeing her weak and frail, growing "old" just like everyone-- the epitome of her reign, the reason why she was even Queen in the first place-- was now falling out of her touch. Which would indicate their freedom.
[Y/N] found the opposite. What was supposed to thrill her, scared her to death. And so, in place of Ravenna's brother, she had gone out of her way to kidnap girls the Majesty would find endearing. A gift. Or, as of now, gifts. Just until Snow White arrives. [Y/N] knocked gently on Queen Ravenna's chambers, the guards standing a few feet in front of it had given her a look. It's been weeks, after all. Weeks since Ravenna, rough as ever, slammed her against the very same doors while her lips were busy biting just hard enough to draw blood on [Y/N]'s neck. It was scarred for 2 days. [Y/N] wishes it had lasted longer. She hadn't anticipated for it to be the last, though. Damn Snow White.
With a weak yet firm voice, the Queen on the other side called out to whoever had disturbed her zoning out. "Who is it?" Never does it fail to astonish [Y/N] the commanding voice of Ravenna even at this state of her. The hairs on her neck stood the same since the first time she heard that voice. That soft, enchanting, tentative, yet hardened voice. One she could never read. She tried for all the time she had spent laying beside the Queen, who kept her at arms length every after sex. She never succeeded.
"It's [Y/N]," no reply. Not that it should sting, because Ravenna had made it clear she wasn't one to fuck and fall. [Y/N] was nothing but a release. Her beauty not even worthy to absorb. So why does it sting? "I have something for you, Your Majesty. Should I bring them here or take you to them?"
The quick rustling from behind closed doors answered the question, and [Y/N] knew Ravenna had taken offense at that. She was ready for it. A glare. A snark that would leave her sleepless tonight. A slap, even. But [Y/N] was always like that-- caring. And Queen Ravenna was always like this-- thinking every word of care was people belittling her abilities.
When the door opened, [Y/N]'s breath felt like it had catapulted into the sky. How could one think Queen Ravenna could ever be not beautiful? With those piercing eyes battling every fragility in her bones and with those lips [Y/N] had kissed multiple times and have been dreaming of for the past days? How could the mirror not think of her as the fairest? Just how the hell?
Those same eyes glower, and [Y/N] prepared herself for whatever it is.
She thought it'd never come.
Until it did.
[Y/N] felt the burn in her right cheek a second after, and she was in no doubt that it was burning red. It numbed for a little while, but after a beat or two it had tingled. It hurt. [Y/N] takes a sharp inhale, careful not to make it seem like she was pissed at Ravenna. She wasn't. She could never be. She wished she was. It'd make everything far easier. But oh heavens, she loves Ravenna in ways she had never loved someone. If beauty was what Ravenna wanted and if all beauty was what [Y/N] acquired, she'd knelt down and offered herself to the Queen with no regard for herself. Though it'd be ridiculous. Ravenna is beauty herself.
"Do not ever dare question me." She snapped, and [Y/N] felt her broken heart being thumped on repeatedly. Ravenna had used that tone many times. That line, too. It bothered [Y/N] as to why it still affected her.
She clears her throat before answering. Gather yourself. "Of course, Your Majesty." Her tone feigned a servant's politeness for their Queen. [Y/N] knew that was what she needed right now. To know she was still in charge. To know that even though people were calling her idiotic names in secret, she is powerful still. Power over them. Power over [Y/N].
At this, Ravenna takes a small step back, trying to stand much straighter. Perfecting her stance. [Y/N] mimics her, her eyes fixed on Ravenna's only for a split millisecond before they settled on the ground. She feared if she stared more, she'd break. She had missed the Queen. She had missed the way her heart beats like it was hunting a fast animal in the wilds. She had missed her touches, albeit rough and only ever sometimes soft, she badly longed for it again. It felt wrong to miss her this way, knowing there was something more worthy to think of at hand. Capturing Snow White, for instance. The thought of that girl had slipped away her mind the moment Ravenna stepped out of those doors, however. Somehow, whenever [Y/N] was in Ravenna's presence, every rational thought just seems to disappear into ashes.
"Where?"
[Y/N] takes a quick turn, her back now facing the Queen. She did not say any more needless words to avoid irritating the woman behind her even more. Instead, she paced fast and firm and led them both into the room she had kept every girl she captured that Ravenna would find lovely. Their hands were cuffed and secured tightly into the lower part of the walls, the small chain gave them little to no movements as they sat on the floor hopelessly. [Y/N] wanted to care or feel remorse for these innocents. It would feel better to know she hadn't thrown away her moral compass, at least not all of it. But Ravenna. Oh, Ravenna. If her Majesty wanted [Y/N] to slaughter everyone on sight, it'd be done within a matter of minutes. No questions asked.
One of the girls whimpered at the sight of the Queen, knowing what comes next. Only a handful of them had gone blank, their eyes giving nothing but acceptance. And the rest begged. Why doesn't it hurt? Why doesn't it ache, anymore? [Y/N] counted about 17 girls. 17 girls she had taken prisoners as sacrificial lambs. 17 girls with lives. She was once like these 17 girls, dreaming of love and rainbows, a future. So why does it not sting as much as Ravenna's looks and words to her earlier?
Ravenna tauntingly shushes the whole room. And that was what made [Y/N]'s heart jump. She steps aside and lets the Queen stride closer to the center of the room. Once again, her presence felt commanding. Like she, alone, could make the whole world fall to their knees with just one step of her foot. [Y/N] had. Countless times.
Time passed, and the screams of horror stopped. Ravenna's power could be felt from where [Y/N] was standing still, unfazed and with no guilt. Why would she be guilty? Ravenna was strong once again. The Queen, her Queen, felt in control once again.
[Y/N] notices the gentleness of Ravenna's breathing. When she turns to finally, finally, look at [Y/N], her gaze was fiercer. More confident. Beautiful, like always. [Y/N] fights the urge to run into her arms and confess just how much she had been waiting for this day. She fought it, of course. So, instead of screaming the love in her chest, [Y/N] says, "Is there anything else I could be of help with, my Queen?"
Ravenna raises a playful eyebrow, "Was this your doing?" She looks around the room. The youthful girls seemed like they'd gone through death. Old.
"I only did what I was told to do. To please you, that is."
"You always had a cheeky answer for everything, yet never a direct one." Ravenna muses. [Y/N] takes a deep breath at this comment, never really knowing if she were to say anything. If she should say anything at all. But the Queen had taken a step closer to her, there was a significant distance, however. "Pleasing me won't mean I'll be pleased. Nor will it mean I'll be fucking you all night as a reward. You think every hard work deserves reward."
It should hurt more. But [Y/N] was too focused on gawking over Ravenna's eyes to even formulate a quick response. Ravenna was too breathtaking. "I do not, Your Majesty. To please you is only doing my job. A life of serving a Queen like you is more than a reward."
"Cheeky, like I said." She softly chuckles. Not one of those who make your heart go warm, but one of those who make your heart go insanely wild. Ask [Y/N].
When silence started overtaking the whole atmosphere, and only the sickly wailing of what was once were young girls could be heard, [Y/N] decides to take a step closer. Only a step closer. Any more would mean disrespect.
"You have been greatly missed, my Queen." She should elaborate. Make it seem more impersonal. "By the Kingdom, of course."
The Queen crosses her arm, "Hmm, is that it? Are you certain they haven't been celebrating these past few weeks, thinking I'll be long gone?" It had been the truth. How it had slipped past her chambers, [Y/N] had no idea. Perhaps the mirror. It was always the mirror who distressed Ravenna, breaking her down into nothing. She'd claim it was a motivation to be more stronger, more beautiful. As if the figure in front of [Y/N] wasn't a masterpiece already.
"I've taken care of them."
"This has always been your problem. You care too much."
"Pardon me, Your Majesty. I'm only looking out for you." And your delicate feelings. Ravenna will never let it show, most especially to [Y/N], but Ravenna was as delicate as a glass. Only, she shatters where no one will see.
"You gawk too much, too." Ravenna frivolously smirks, and [Y/N] looks away.
Ravenna waited patiently for the cheeky come back this time, baiting [Y/N]. And of course she was baited. Who wouldn't be? "I apologize, it's been a while since I have seen you, Ravenna." She hadn't meant to address her without her title. Ravenna had strictly implemented that first-name basis was only behind her chamber's doors. And even then, it remained a privilege.
[Y/N] waited for another slap. This time, only the playful scoff came out. "No. You've always been gawking too much. I've been wondering why for a long time. You look at me like you wanted to decipher every inch of my face." Ravenna takes another step, and [Y/N] was sure they were only 4 feet apart. 4 more steps and she'd be closer. 4 more steps and she'd be face to face with the woman she is head over heels for. Just 4 more steps, and [Y/N] will crumble down to the floor at the sight of Ravenna so close.
She tries to keep her voice steady, "Maybe I do." The small change in Ravenna's manner made [Y/N] falter, but dauntlessness settled stubbornly in her chest. There was no way out, now. She had spoken with less fear. She'll be sticking with that.
"What?"
It took a hell of a lot of courage, but Ravenna was looking confused, as though she was now the one deciphering the woman before her.
"You're beautiful, my Queen. Your beauty transcends and is beyond heaven and earth. And why, I want to know. I want to know just how every expression seems to be a product of wonder. Not one single flaw is visible for every second I spend staring at you. That's not-- am I not valid for wanting to adore my Queen?"
Silence. Too much silence. Even the 17 girls around them fell quiet at this. Had it sounded like a confession? [Y/N] doesn't know. Doesn't want to know. Because she fears if the answer was yes, this would be the end of it all. Of being with Ravenna. Of being in her presence. She can't let that happen. She'd rather die.
Ravenna was looking at her so intensely. Her eyes bore right into her soul, searching for something. What was it? [Y/N] can't pinpoint, and she was starting to breathe rather heavily at this whole ordeal. Her heart felt like it was closing in. Ravenna was going to be her undoing. Her death. And her resurrection. With only that look, surviving already seems impossible.
One more second of this and [Y/N] will die.
Sensing it, Ravenna's lips curled into the side. "Cheeky."
Was that going to be all? [Y/N] pauses, she can't seem to think of anything clearly. She can't think. But her mouth agape, and words came out before it could click into her mind. "I apologize." Her voice sounded just as frail as those of the girls who Ravenna took youth from. Just as weak. Just as helpless. Heavens, was [Y/N] helpless.
"Do not."
[Y/N] slowly nods her head. Oxygen was starting to come back into her lungs, thankfully. Ravenna had stopped her intentions of stepping even closer, too. And in a way, [Y/N] was grateful even though she had wished for the opposite a while ago.
If that eyes of Ravenna's had gravely affected her, imagine what could happen to [Y/N] if lines were crossed as of this moment.
Gosh, she felt weak.
Ravenna looks at a distance, far away from where [Y/N] stood and into one of the girls. "What would you do if I let you go?" she spoke with so much neutrality it took a long time for [Y/N] to take it in.
What did she just say? "What?"
"You care too much. And you're saying things like these. I wouldn't complain much had I been decades younger. There would've been a time I'd let those words be the only thing to run around in my head." Ravenna shakes her head, in dismay of herself. She paces across a small, invisible line. Her thoughts rummaged back to the past when she was naive, still. A fool. "It did not end well."
[Y/N] could sense herself shattering any second now. "Ravenna..." She needed to take it back. The Queen needed to take that absurd question back. Why was she even entertaining it in the first place? Has it been in her mind for a long time? Has she already decided? With every second passing by, [Y/N]'s heart pounded harder and harder against her chest. It was aching too much. Far too much.
"Even that, you think you can just say with no ease. You think I'd gone soft, haven't you? That I have gotten a soft spot for you. I do not. In return for this foolishness, I'm letting you go." Foolishness, she had called it. But it was different. Couldn't she see it?
[Y/N] felt desperate.
"But I--"
"You love me. I'm not an imbecile. I know the look of love when I see one. You reek of it."
Her heart stopped. The world stopped. Her ears rang annoyingly. Her hands trembled. Her legs felt like wobbling, and she questions whether she could stand still for the entirety of this.
"Would it be so wrong? I am not asking for anything back." Her voice wavered and shook. Weak. Fragile. Frail. All the fucking synonyms of a fool in love.
Ravenna tuts. The expression on her face made it seem like she found all this astounding. Like what [Y/N] felt for the woman was shallow. It wasn't. It goes deeper than that. "The feeling is wrong itself, already. Of all people, you should have known that. Perhaps it was my mistake to trust myself with you. Yes. But I am fixing that by letting you go. Run off to whatever Kingdom you please, I will not care." She turned around, facing the girls. She'd admit the amazement that prickled her skin the moment she sat eyes in the room. 17 girls, [Y/N] had captured solely for her. Not even her brother could pull that off. With a push, maybe. But [Y/N] hadn't asked for any push. [Y/N] hadn't been asked to do anything, at all.
But still. Ravenna is stubborn. And this was going to just bite her ass in no time if she lets this go for far too long-- if it hasn't been long already.
She had noticed it a week before Snow White escaped. Ravenna never paid much attention to [Y/N] until she had sparred with her brother. It was all just sex, like she swore to herself. And it wasn't like [Y/N] was the only one she was fucking. There were plenty of them. But the moment her brother thumped hard on the ground, [Y/N] on top of him as she pressed the back of her knife onto a vital part of his neck, only Ravenna really noticed the looks. She'd sit on her throne in silence, and [Y/N] would stare like she was one to worship. She'd pretend to sleep after a night with her, and she could feel eyes raking her every part. Ravenna was no fool. She has known [Y/N] for quite some time. She had contemplated confronting [Y/N] about it early on, but Snow White escaped. And she had to deal with that first. Now was the time. Before the war. She needed to focus on that.
Not on [Y/N] eyes.
"You can't do this. Please." [Y/N] pleaded pathetically. Ravenna could only scoff. "I will stop myself. I will put a distance between us. I'll ensure you'll never have to deal with this. Just don't let me go."
Ravenna shrugs her shoulders, never meeting her eyes again. She focused on the once redhead, now looking atrocious. "Cute. But I already have too much to deal with. You're one less problem, darling. I expect you to be gone by daylight. If not, you know the drill."
She knows the drill. Has known for a long time. So before [Y/N] could begin her desperate pleas, Ravenna has swiftly left the room, taking advantage of her newfound strength. She missed feeling this powerful. She missed this control. She just needs to defeat Snow White, now. And she'll be back sitting in silence on her throne. Her Kingdom will never have to doubt her again.
What Ravenna hadn't expected the day after she had confronted [Y/N], however, was her body. Her hands and legs tied tightly with a black rope. A piece of clothing wrapped around her mouth. Lifeless.
Everyone knew of the Huntsman. The man who betrayed Ravenna and chose to side with Snow. He was the best, at least to her useless brother. He had one careless and insulting mouth, haunting no respect to her as his Queen. She should've known that although Snow White was merciful, he wasn't as much.
Ravenna knew of the Huntsman, but she'd never anticipated being greeted early in the morning at her Palace-- [Y/N]'s body tossed into the center of her throne room like she never was once a person. Never once hers.
Anger and desire overtook Ravenna for most of the war. Not [Y/N]. Not the fact that the person who's ever looked at her with the greatest adoration and affection known to mankind was dead and gone. She can't focus on that. Not yet. The Huntsman had been smug all throughout. A look that says, "Got ya on that one, didn't I?" was displayed on his face.
Freya, who had gone to defend her sister, had taken the job to decapitate that face. He may have been her child, but betrayal stung more than any affection Freya had for him.
And so, they won the war. Ravenna won the war.
So why does she not feel victorious? She was an immortal, now.
"Ravenna, could you not consider it for one second?" Freya said, her attention shifted from the chess board to her sister. This was her last day in the Kingdom, and Ravenna's defences had gone astray-- she'd allow herself just this time to tell her sister about everything. How she let [Y/N] go, and how Snow White's men had captured her. How she fought to death for Ravenna. For her fucking name.
"I don't love, Freya. Not like that." Her lips thinned, and the tearing apart of her own heart was so vast she had thought perhaps she could die. Which was silly because she's never going to die. That fact provided little comfort. "I did not love [Y/N]."
"You said it yourself. You felt numb the moment the guards took her body to you." Freya justifies, and Ravenna finds herself entertaining the idea momentarily. "I've found love doesn't necessarily weaken someone. Not if you know how to control it. And you, of all people I know, have the greatest control. You shouldn't feel terrified of love."
Ravenna chuckles bitterly, "You sound like a little child again." It wasn't a snark, nor was it an insult, the expression on Ravenna's face wasn't so readable as she crossed her arms and leaned against her chair. Lost in her thoughts.
"And you sound broken, Ravenna."
"I let her go, told her I never cared. I let her go and now she's--" She cut herself off, recalling the eyes of what once screamed of love lay dull and lifeless. Seeing [Y/N] like that had cut deeper than she would've thought. She had been wrong. She had made a mistake. A grave one. And it cost her this. Ravenna bit her lip, her voice shook when she finally said, "I think I may have loved her, Freya."
"Ravenna," Her sister frowns, standing up to console the Evil Queen. "I am so sorry."
"I think I loved her, too."
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Queen Ravenna x Fem!Witch!Reader - She's a Witch!
Struggling in the grip of the strong men who held me by my wrist, I screamed and pleaded with them to let me go, but it was worthless. The large gold doors swung open, revealing the one and only Queen sitting comfortably on her high throne. Her brother stood near her, holding a large scroll in his hands, and began to read it out. “Y/n Y/l/n, a female aged twenty-seven, is being accused of being a witch by the local village, who say they experience bad luck whenever they walk by her.” “That’s a false report; I’m not a witch!” I shout. The Queen looked me directly in the eye; the look on her face was unreadable.
“A witness from the village has been brought to explain their case.” A red-haired woman walks into the room with a hairless cat in her arms. “Your Majesty, I was minding my own business down the River Lake road when I passed by a small hut within the forest. Curiosity got the best of me, and I walked slowly to try and see who it belonged to, and I spotted Y/n. I was about to greet her till I saw what looked like purple dust forming in her hand, and then the hut disappeared, like magic.” The Queen’s gaze shifted from the red-haired woman to me. “I gasped when I saw her performing such witchery, and she heard me, turned around, and cast some sort of spell on my cat, and it lost all of it’s hair.” She lifted her cat up for the Queen to see.
“Miss Y/l/n, do you agree that what Miss Herb has just told us is true?” said the Queen’s brother, who I suppose was her apprentice. I was about to speak, but the look in the Queen’s eyes told me not to. My silence caused the red-haired woman to speak out. “See! She’s guilty; she’s not even trying to defend herself!” I was holding back the urge not to use an unforgivable curse on her if she didn’t shut her mouth. “Like every witch, we should burn her to hell!” The patience within me was replaced with rage as I lifted her cat into the air until it was a few inches from the ceiling. “That’s enough, Miss Y/l/n.” Said the Queen, and while smirking, I replied. “With pleasure, my Queen.” I let go of the cat and it was falling down, but the red-haired woman unfortunately caught her cat before it could land. “What a pity.” I sigh under my breath. The red-haired woman just glares at me but leaves as the Queen demands her to.
“Miss Y/l/n, you are charged with two months of imprisonment and any refusal of your punishment shall increase to your time in the dungeons, are we clear?” “Yes, my Queen.” I said seductively to which she responded with an eye roll. “Guards take her to the dungeons.” she says, massaging her temples.
I was tied onto a chair within the dungeons for what felt like eternity till the guards opened my cell and untied me while holding onto my wrists and leading me out of the dungeons. They took me to a door I was familiar with and opened it to reveal the Queen standing at the center of the room with her back towards us but she knew it was us. “Guards, you may leave.” The guards removed their grasp on my wrist and left after whispering to me ‘Good Luck’.” “Thanks, guys.” I gave them a small smile and watched as they closed the door. “Y/n, what did I tell you last time,” “You said not to cause trouble or get noticed using my magic,” “And did you do that?” “No but I would like to apologize for my reckless behavior, Ravenna,” “Don’t call me by that name.” I scoffed at her attitude and made my way towards her with her back still facing me. “I’m sorry, my love, I was scared that she was an intruder; I didn’t know she was from the village. Please don’t shut me out like this; it’s killing me.” She finally turns my way and locks eyes with me. “Good, you deserve a punishment after breaking your promise.” She was about to turn her back to me again, but I grabbed onto her arm, pulling her closer to me. Then I put my hands on her waist to ensure that she wouldn’t leave my grip.
“Come on, my love, I really am sorry.” “You didn’t seem sorry, when you lifted that woman’s cat into the air and completely made it hairless and when you tried to seduce me with that tone.” “Okay, I admit the lifting into the air was my fault but I turned the cat hairless by accident, I heard a sound behind me in the forest and I got frightened so I was trying to defend myself and for my seductive tone, you can’t blame me there, you know you enjoy it when I talk to you like that.” Her cheeks turned to a rosy pink as she recalls all the times I used that tone with her. “I’m still upset with you.” “Then let me make it up to you.” “How exactly?”. The smirk on my lips and the look of lust in my eyes told her exactly what I was planning and she returned the smirk as well. “Well then, I accept.”
Author's note: this is an apology for my long absence, my keyboard wouldn't work and needed repairing, lucky it's fixed as you can see and I can continue making my fanfics and writing those I promised and got requested to do!
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Hey! I love your fanfics! Would you write more for Charlotte Field and maybe Queen Ravenna? X
Queen Ravenna x fem!reader,
NSFW Alphabet
Sure! I already have some more Charlotte on the way, so it only seemed fitting I’d give our Queen some attention. :)
warning(s): obv smut, nsfw, fluff?
Not my gif!
- Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Well, if you’re someone she really trusts and actually loves I think that she’d be okay with it. You would lay your head on her chest, and she would play with your hair. Since Ravenna isn’t the biggest lover, girl doens’t know how :(, it’ll take time, but once she knows she can trust you, she’ll be more comfortable showing a softer side around you.
- Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
She’d like your eyes. How they showed her fear when you started working for her as a maid, and then how they suddenly only show love and devotion for her. They tell her everything. You can’t lie or hide anything from her, she knows. She just has to look into your eyes and they’d tell her everything.
Your favourite part of Ravenna would also be her eyes, but also her hands. That woman has got strong hands, if ya know what i mean...
- Cum (anything to do with it basically)
She’d love to stick her fingers in your mouth with either your taste or hers. She gets that glint in her eyes.
- Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Exhibitionism...
- Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
To be fair, I think she’s had her fair share of experience. Even though the time period, I think she might have used a maid once or twice to get off. It was rare, but perhaps it did happen once or twice. She might have killed them afterwards for their beauty.
And of course she’s got experience with men but girl is obv tired of them.
- Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
She likes positions where she can look you in the eye, perhaps grab your throat. She wants to see you. See how you let a wave of pure bliss wash over you because of her. It boosts her ego.
- Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
It wouldn’t exactly be a laughing moment as it’s very serious to her, but I don’t think she would hold up on a smile here and there. A teasing one specially.
- Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Again despite the time period, I think she does what she can to keep it trimmed. So she doesn’t have a lot of hair, but there’s some hair, yes.
- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
I think it would be somewhat romantic, not like with roses or anything but since it is somewhat serious to her. I think she cares for the special moments.
- Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Well, I wouldn’t exactly say she does it, but she knows how.
- Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Choking, orgasm denial, exhibitionism, knife play, blood play, little pit of power play,
- Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Her bedchambers.
- Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Ravenna gets jealous easily, and when she has her eye on someone that’s hers, and she sees someone else showing interest in what’s rightfully hers, you betya she will drag you away to rpove to you who you belong to.
- NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Share you. Kill you, let anyone else touch you.
- Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
She loves the devotion in your eyes when you go down on her. She does like the look of pure bliss in your eyes as she makes you feel when she goes down on you.
- Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on her mood. If she’s feeling soft, it’s more gentle and not as much teasing but if she was perhaps jealous? oh boy, get in for a rough night.
- Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
I think she likes them? She wouldn’t call it a quickie but would mostly use them when she just needs a stress relief fast.
- Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Well, I must say there has been an incident where her darling was feeling rather bold during a night of pleasure. Her dear brother had knocked on her bedroom door during her moment of bliss, and of course her darling kept going and even dared to cover her mouth. *gasp*
- Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
She can last as long as she sees fit. You might get tired after a few rounds. Ravenna can last all night.
- Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
They didn’t exist.
- Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Have you seen the woman. There is no question about how unfair she is.
- Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
She can be loud, but she will make you scream.
- Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Well lingerie wasn’t really there yet, but she either wears just silk knickers or nothing.
- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It’s hiiiiiggghhhhhhhhh
- ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
She lies awake after you’ve fallen asleep. Sometimes it can go hours or sometimes it’s just minutes.
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love in progress
Lady Lesso x Reader
A/N: based on this post. self-indulgent au so reader has glasses and some ooc characters. reader has that small ravenna vibe
"Lady Lesso," you gritted through your teeth.
Lesso did the same thing when she slips your name from her lips. This is the third time you've seen her this week, unfortunately, going towards the School for Good.
"Students might mistake the Deans switching schools if you wish to continue visiting like this." You sneered.
She poses unfazed, maintaining her gaze on the hallway, yet her grip on her cane tightens.
"It is more of a threat that a queen makes the harmless citizens cower of their safety for almost lodging here on the basis of the frequency of their visits." She grins, glancing at you sideways. "Not so much of an Ever, hmm?"
Aware of her glance, you tried to have a stoic expression, failing miserably as your lips are forming a tiny smirk before responding.
"Well then, it is another win for the Good. Beating you even in your own expertise? The supposed 'villains' losing in their own game?" You mocked with a concerned tone, knowing that the Dean is a competitive woman who wants Evil to win again after centuries.
She slams her cane on the ground, halting to a stop as she hates that you have once again ridiculed her and because both of you finally reached your destination. The office of the Dean for School of Good.
You noticed and gently knocked on the door, hearing her audible disdain towards your action. The Dean inside opened the door with her magic, inviting you to help yourselves.
Clarissa gleefully greeted you, whereas she did the same with Lady Lesso but the glee was more toned down.
You smiled. "Busy on preparing yourself for the ball, princess?"
You can feel Lesso's glare piercing through you without actually looking at her. Clarissa was about to answer but Lesso was faster to comment about your question.
"She is the Dean of the School for Good. Does that suggest anything to you?" Lesso shrugs her shoulders after the remark.
Clarissa, seeing the two throwing daggers with eyes in front of her, stepped in and changed the topic.
"So, what brings the two of you here? I would love to hope it's not about work," Clarissa remarks, sighing as she decides to temporarily forget the paperworks and preparations for the ball.
You didn't know how to answer. You haven't had the courage to ask her out to the ball, even before as schoolmates. You happened to figure out that Lesso was inviting her today that you impulsively came here and visited.
Lesso saw your hesitation, but didn't point it out because she herself is a nervous wreck. She cannot believe that she would be doing the things she never considered during her tenure as a student in the school, particularly the dawdling of women to their princes or villains.
She pulled a box out of her coat, placed it on the Dean's table, and left without saying a word. You just stared at her departing, leaving the two of you alone. It was strange of the Dean of Evil to not take advantage of your freezing earlier, but you arrived at a decision to simply ask Clarissa personally and understand whatever her decision is.
You fixed your glasses as you loathed watching the two Deans' interaction on the ball. You shouldn't be here, yes, but you've decided to still attend because you knew Clarissa would feel bad that you didn't show up because she turned you down. You also knew that Lesso was turned down by the fairy godmother as well, but that doesn't console your disappointment because they still get to be with each other at the ball for their duties.
You strayed away from the crowd, but it is hardly helpful because you still catch the attention of the students, with some teachers (and even students) having the guts to ask if you will grace them with your presence tonight. You politely declined every single one and went to the table near the door so you could easily escape.
You drank another sip of alcohol from your hidden stash and walked outside of the hallway when everyone was already occupied, not wanting to further go through your bitterness. What you didn't know was that two pairs of eyes did not miss you leaving the ball, both are contemplating if they should follow you.
One did. She knew where you would attempt to go at this hour. And when she saw you observing the view from the bridge, her hunch was proven right.
You didn't know you were followed. You simply craved for a breath of fresh air after what felt like an eternity of suffering inside. It doesn't help that the confusion you felt days ago with Lesso's action is insistent on bothering you. You suddenly cannot think of your next move.
"Your Majesty."
You searched for the source of the voice, and there was the then Head of Magical History Department—currently the beautification professor—standing in the distance beside you.
"Professor Anemone," you greeted back, smiling. You didn't have the energy to socialize, but I guess a company wouldn't hurt now.
"Emma is fine, your Majesty."
"I suppose it would be fair that you can also refer to me with my name, Emma."
She nods, unsure if she can really call you that. You think it was the alcohol spike in your system that you thought she was acting like a shy girl asking someone out.
"Were you not enjoying the ball?" She carefully asks, aware of your possible answer but she doesn't want to conclude.
"I do. It's just that I don't believe I should be here when I am neither a student or staff here."
She listens as you listed another reason why you wanted to get out of the event and how you decided to ditch your attendance at the last minute. You were glad that she didn't follow a question related to what you just told her, and simply joined you in silence as you took in the surroundings.
Until a few minutes after, she gathered all the courage to drop the question she's been wanting to ask you.
"Will you dance with me, Your Majesty?"
You turned your head in her direction, subtly widened your eyes in shock and confusion with her question. She notices and clarifies her intention, not wanting you to get a hint that she fancies you.
"I mean, because you're already here, then why not gladly spend the rest of the night instead of gloating here?" She finishes, offering her hand towards you.
She stares at you expectantly with a glint of nervousness in her eyes, waiting for your answer. You were reluctant to accept because you don't want to lead her on and make her feel that you accepted because the person you desired refused to be your date.
You didn't take her hand. Instead, you stand beside her and offer your arm that she can lock with. She put her arm around yours with a smile then proceeded to walk with you back at the ball.
When you came back, the orchestra was already playing its last song, which happened to be a slow one. Perfect timing since you have a dance partner. You turned to Emma as she released her arms from the link and kindly asked her hand for the dance. She took it and you let your bodies sway into the rhythm of the music. You hope this night would let you momentarily forget your worries for the past few days.
On the other side of the room, Lesso and Clarissa were sitting, observing the students in the case that one decides to misbehave. Most teachers left the ball before the last song played, so the probability of students deciding to explore was higher. Clarissa watched Lesso when she saw Anemone coming back with you.
The fairy godmother was tired of seeing you dancing around each other so she had to take matters into her own hands, wholeheartedly believing that you were using her as the vessel and messenger of your love with one another (the last straw being that moment you and Lesso asked Clarissa in her office which she "confirmed" that you two were in love).
She knows it is terrible that she hinted to Anemone you were coming alone, fully aware of the woman's attraction towards you, but she needed it so Lesso would come to her senses.
She observed as Lesso's face contorts into one in jealousy as you close your distance with the beautification professor.
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Hi can I request x male reader, but before the details can I request multiple character from different games and do you know about nijisanji it's a vtuber agency, so the reader is like ice queen freya from the huntsman winter war
Freya, also known as the Ice Queen, was the secondary antagonist and anti-hero of The Huntsman: Winter's War.
A powerful sorceress with the ability to manipulate ice and snow, Freya was the second-born daughter of an unnamed sorceress, the younger sister of Queen Ravenna and the older sister of Finn, the secret lover of the late Duke of Blackwood, and the mother of her late infant daughter and Sara's adoptive mother.
Although she seemed to be as cold, ruthless, and manipulative as her sister, Freya was also as much a victim of tragic circumstances I as Ravenna had been, and showed in numerous instances that she still had retained some semblances of decency and compassion. Ultimately, she proved to be a sympathetic character, especially given how she helped Eric to destroy her evil sister once and for all. Though this act of redemption cost Freya her very life, her open rejoicing at seeing Eric and Sara reunited in love before she died was a testament of sorts to her never being truly evil, and that she had finally found peace in seeing the power of love conquer all
And the character is gepard ( hsr ) kevin kaslana ( hi3rd ) , Vlad ( ikemen vampire) , vox akuma ( nijisanji)
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A/N: So, I wasn't exactly sure what you wanted me to write about necessarily, so I pieced something together for you. Also, I do not know who Vlad or Fox Akuma are, so I only limited this to Gepard and Kevin. Thank you for the request!<33
Content: Established relationship, some angst, fluff, mentions of self sacrifice, hurt/comfort(kinda), post eruption Kevin, sfw
Reader has no mentioned pronouns, but is asked to be male!
((Not fully proofread))
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》Gepard Landau
He noticed quickly, that you aren't as cold and heartless as most described you as. He was able to easily get through the ice walls you built around your heart and make you finally feels some love and care.
He knows you've had a troubled past and therefore does his best to replace the sad memories with good one's. He swears on his life as a Captain, that he won't ever let you slip into that dark place you were once in ever again.
With that said, he understands your need to end your evil sister and is more than willing to help you out with all the resources he has at hand. What he however won't accept, is you sacrificing yourself. He'll find a difficult solution to this and would be even willing to find his own end, if it meant for you to stay alive and live on with a better life.
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》Kevin Kaslana
Kevin was a cold and cynical person himself, even if he found some compassion through meeting and falling in love with you. He quickly noticed how your own cold and heartless demeanor was just a facade, something that changed him in many ways. You showed him how to live a better life, despite the darkness in his heart.
Which is why he shows his gratitude for you by directly confronting you and telling you to be yourself. Sure, his approach may be harsh as most things are with him, but he doesn't want his love to be hurt any longer. Despite how he was, he was still able to mend your broken heart, something he denied being a big deal out of stubbornness.
With that said, however, he is too selfish to let you just sacrifice yourself to end your evil sister. He doesn't see him losing you as worth it and therefore take it into his own hands. You're the only thing keeping him sane in his miserable world and he'd be damned, if he lost you over something like this.
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A/N: I hope this was okay and am sorry, if it wasn't really good... I thank you again for the request however!<33
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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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heyya guys!
i'm slowly clawing my way back into writing after weeks of rock-bottom motivation. i've had plenty of time to think about this, but i will no longer write for any of cate blanchett's characters.
i have no explanation to provide but this – i just simply am not inspired to write for them anymore. no amount of rewatching the materials will possibly ignite the spark. as for caught in the middle, i am afraid that chapter 6 would be the last of it. i certainly have planned ahead of that, but again, I don't have it in me to finish it. i apologize.
i will be focusing mainly for these two: agatha harkness and stephen strange. other characters would include: sherlock holmes (sherlock), jen barkley (parks and rec), eve fletcher (mrs. fletcher), olivia octavius (into the spider-verse), hange zoe (attack on titan), cipher (fast saga), lorraine broughton (atomic blonde), queen ravenna (snow white and the huntsman; winter's war), andromache the scythian (the old guard).
fic requests aside from above mentioned characters will be deleted immediately.
that said, don't worry, i won't delete the published fics.
i know most of my early followers here are from the cate fandom. you are free to unfollow my blog if it no longer satisfies your interest.
have a nice day! x
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The Crackship Fleet is back!
It’s been a long time since we set sail together, but here we are!
Hold on to your hats, because the Fleet is back in the AU verse and anything can happen.
For those of you who don’t remember -or don’t know -here are our 50 special ships:
Robb Stark (Game of Thrones) X Arthur Pendragon (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword)
Tauriel (The Hobbit) x Valkyrie (MCU)
Napoleon Solo (The Man From U.N.C.L.E.) X Miriam “Midge” Maisel (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel)
Lara Croft (Tomb Raider) X Diana Prince (Wonder Woman)
Vortigern Pendragon (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword) x Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones)
Erik Lehnsherr (X-Men: First Class) X Susan Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia)
James T. Kirk (Star Trek) X Rey (Star Wars)
Klaus Mikaelson (The Originals) x Kisa | Santanico Pandemonium (From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series)
Daisy “Quake” Johnson (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) X Gary “Eggsy” Unwin (Kingsman)
Blair Waldorf (Gossip Girl) X Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)
Beverly Marsh (It) x Eleven | Jane Hopper (Stranger Things)
Matt Murdock (Daredevil) X Selina Kyle (Catwoman)
Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf) X Bucky Barnes (MCU)
Natasha Romanoff (MCU) X John Wick (John Wick)
Darcy Lewis (MCU) x Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)
Joseph Dredd (Dredd) x Octavia Blake (The 100)
Maria Hill (MCU) x Merlin (Kingsman)
Thranduil (The Hobbit) X Loki Odinson (MCU)
Steve Rogers (MCU) x Mera (DCU)
Dean Winchester (Supernatural) x Wynonna Earp (Wynonna Earp)
Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones) x Clarke Griffin (The 100)
Ravenna (Snow White and the Huntsman) X Morgana (Merlin)
Murphy and Connor MacManus (The Boondock Saints) x Anna Poliatova (Anna)
Frank Martin (The Transporter) x Lorraine Broughton (Atomic Blonde)
Baby Doll (Sucker Punch) x Priest (Priest)
Gretel (Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters) X Prince Nuada (Hellboy: The Golden Army)
Margaery Tyrell (Game of Thrones) X Roan (The 100)
Maleficent (Maleficent) X Jareth (The Labyrinth)
Dutch (Killjoys) x Leonard McCoy (Star Trek)
Sam Winchester (Supernatural) X Felicity Smoak (Arrow)
Diana Bishop (A Discovery of Witches) x John Constantine (Constantine)
Queen Freya (The Huntsman: Winter’s Wars) x Conan (Conan The Barbarian)
Roxy Morton (Kingsman) x Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons (Agents of the S.H.I.E.L.D.)
Faramir (The Lord of the Rings) x Jon Snow (Game of Thrones)
Lucian (Underworld) x Tamara (Conan The Barbarian)
Snake Eyes (G.I. Joe) x Katia Von Dees (Hitman Agent 47)
Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99) x Kate Kane (Batwoman)
Darth Maul (Star Wars) x Lady Jaye (G.I. Joe)
Hattie Shaw (Hobbs & Shaw) x Jane Kano (Charlie’s Angels)
Face (The A-Team) x Han Cho Bai (Red 2)
Jacob Hood (Eleventh Hour) X Santiago “Pope” Garcia (Triple Frontier)
Selene (Underworld) x Mina Harker (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen)
47 (Hitman) x Elena (Charlie’s Angels)
Dagonet (King Arthur) x Brienne of Tarth (Game of Thrones)
Borra (Maleficent: Mistress of Evil) x Catia (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword)
Diaval (Maleficent) x Yennefer (The Witcher)
Sabina Wilson (Charlie’s Angels) x Daphne Kluger (Ocean’s Eight)
Lady Sif (MCU) x Sara (The Huntsman)
Chris Argent (Teen Wolf) x Madison Maxwell (Dollface)
Frank Castle (The Punisher) x Grace (Ready or Not)
Let’s get sailing!
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Beautiful baby bump
Pairing: Queen Ravenna x reader
Genre: fluff
Words: 800
Note: Thank you so much for this request, let's celebrate the New Year, my birthday, Valentine's and 250 followers with this as it's the first fic for a new character I'll write for! It's a little shorter but I hope you'll like it.
Another long day of adjudicating and governing, Ravenna was ready to fall to bed exhausted and tense. The whole day of sitting in the slightly uncomfortable throne did nothing for her back and the heavy crown strained her neck. She wouldn’t trade her job for any other, but it still had its disadvantages. As the sun was setting down and she had only a few subjects left to see, she felt like the definition of “heavy the head that wears the crown.”
As she left the crown room heading towards her chambers, she couldn’t wait to see you. Any day was made better by the minutes she spent with you. Opening the heavy doors of your shared room, she noticed you weren’t alone. Your maid was keeping you company, massaging your swollen ankles and praising your baby bump. She couldn’t help but feel a ping of jealousy, having to spend the whole day separated from you while some unimportant servant gets all your attention.
“You can leave us now.” She commands harsher than she had to and the maid gets up and leaves assured by your nod.
“You don’t have to be so rude to her.” You scold you wife with nothing but sweetness.
“I can’t help it, she gets you all for herself.” Ravenna complains while sitting next to you.
“She’s helping me around, you think I could even get out of bed with this huge boulder attached?” you explain discontently.
“It’s beautiful.” Ravenna assures you giving you a little kiss on the stomach to amplify her words.
“It’s obstructive and unattractive. I feel like a huge whale. You can’t find me beautiful like that..?” you had a hard time believing such words lately.
“Love, you’re growing a new life here. It’s nothing short of amazing. And it’s gonna be our baby. I could never love you more. Hardly anything could be more beautiful than that.” The sincerity was practically seeping off your wife as she caressed every inch of your stomach.
“Yea, whatever. Will you help me with a bath?” you tried your best to believe what she said but you couldn’t see yourself the way she saw you. All you saw was a big fat lady who couldn’t even reach her own shoes.
“Of course. Let me take care of you.” Ravenna agreed enthusiastically, she’ll show you how much better her care is instead of your maids.
As she prepared a bath of your favorite temperature, a little too hot even for her, she poured a few scented oils in just to make it a tad bit more special. Since you became pregnant you felt cold all the time and the cold stone walls of the castle did little to help you feel cuddled, so you needed your baths and blankets to be extra warm. As the bathtub filled, she helped you get up and strip your clothes, finding your slight embarrassment adorable. Settling you in she rubbed your shoulders and back, relieving some of your constant pain.
“That’s amazing.” You moaned throwing your head back in relief.
“All the best for you, my princess.” She kissed the top of your head and helped you wash your hair.
When you left the tub she snuggled you in a warm fuzzy robe, preparing the bed to get you settled in. As she spread out the blankets, a knock on the door interrupted her. Yet she put you in and made sure you’re comfortable before answering, hoping it’s nothing important. The last thing she wanted was to leave. You whined as she left you to open the door. To her unpleasant surprise it was your maid again.
“I came to prepare the warming embers…” she explained unsure, hardly being able to look into your wife’s stone-cold eyes.
“We can take care of our own bed. Now leave before I make sure you never come back.” Ravenna ushered her away and closed the door as the maid practically run away without as much as a curtsey.
“I told you not to be so harsh with her.” You scolded your wife again, you didn’t know what you’d do without the much needed help.
“And I told you I don’t like her.” She countered as she got in the bed with you. “Now come here for cuddles.”
That was an offer you couldn’t refuse, so you snuggled next to Ravenna letting her pet your hair and caress your back with light scrubs of her nails. Lately you didn’t see each other as much as you’d like to, but you knew her job was important and couldn’t be slacked off and you were quite frankly growing a whole new life inside you and needed your rest. You couldn’t wait to not be pregnant again but moments like this made it all worth it.
#charlize theron#charlize theron x reader#queen ravenna#queen ravenna x reader#queen ravenna x you#charlize theron x you#fanfic#fanfiction#snow white#snow white and the huntsman#queen ravenna fluff
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- ̗̀ ASTRALISHQ’S SUPERLATIVES
Well, well, well my darlings, the results are in. I’ve spent a lot of time looking at your answers to these little superlatives, and I think you’ll be pleased, astonished, and downright giddy at what the lot of you had to say about everything going on in Astralis. I even decided to play nice this time and included second place / runner-ups for each category. Some of you just couldn’t make up your minds!
Please note that these awards only include characters who were a part of Astralis at the time of voting. Additionally, characters who are no longer in the group have been removed, and those with votes next in line were moved up to support all active members / characters of the group at the time of participation.
- ̗̀ SINGLE CATEGORIES
Most Attractive Male
Noel Chatunga
Roman Hartwell / Carter Blackthorn
Most Attractive Female
Rowan Hartwell
Sophia Beaumont
Prettiest Wings
Sophia Beaumont
Aurora Doefoot / Tatiana Valentina
Everyone’s Favorite Asshole
Brayden Barlow / Raymond Holloway
Ares Deerling
The Serpent-Tongued
Laurent Morningstar
Marie Luter
The Underdog
Aida Karadag
Darcy Dunn
Biggest Tease
Aurora Doefoot
Aida Karadag
The Babydoll
Arielle Deerling
Wren Hartwell
Most Likely to Be Someone’s MCM / WCW
Henryk Wolfe
Kael Endiron
The “Bad” Boy / Girl
Kuzey Korkmaz
Santiago Castillo
The Dreamer
Guinevere Adler-Hartwell
Clara Song
The Drama King / Queen
Ares Deerling
Brayden Barlow
The Class Clown
Eryk Lutz
Cian O’Gorman
The Brains
Noa Kumar
Ashir Abdi
The Rebel Without a Cause
Raymond Holloway
Alexander Barrett
The Angsty Edgelord
Gabriel Beaumont
Jacqueline Dubois
The Femme Fatale
Celine Dahl
Isadora Moon
Takes Everything Too Seriously
Marie Luter
Evelyn Hyun
Doesn’t Take Anything Seriously Enough
Apollo Deerling
Eryk Lutz
Character I’d Like to See More of
Katherine Amaral
Ravenna Callisto
The “Mom” Friend
Svala Sigurdottir
Calliope Bisset
The Daddy
James Deerling
Adrik Udinov
Looks Like a Cinnamon Roll But Would Fight You
Tatiana Valentina
Clara Song
Looks Like They Would Fight You; Actually a Cinnamon Roll
Jacen Warren
Cassian Blackthorn
Looks Like a Cinnamon Roll; Actually a Cinnamon Roll
Mahina Kekoa
Hiro Tanaka
Most Likely to Succeed
Lucien Nightborne / Lilianna Shu Lei
River Hartwell
Most Likely to Descend to Villainy
Louisa Caerwyn
Arabella Li Liu
Most Likely to Be Redeemed
Ares Deerling
Raymond Holloway
Most Willing to Lend a Hand
Jacques Dubois
Kaden Bahatti
Up and Coming: Most Intriguing Newcomer
Ada Desai
Geneva Tulloch
- ̗̀ COUPLE / GROUP CATEGORIES
Favorite Frenemies
Maxim Aslanov x Apollo Deerling
Sophia Beaumont x Jacqueline Dubois
Dream Couple
James Deerling x Faun Deerling
Jacen Warren x Idalis Valdunciel
Beauty and the Beast
Raymond Holloway x Sophia Wren
Ares Deerling x Tatiana Valentina
Angstiest Ship
Gabriel Beaumont x Kael Endiron
Santiago Castillo x Noa Kumar
Will-They-Won’t-They
Jacen Warren x Idalis Valdunciel
Carter Blackthorn x Arielle Deerling
Romeo and Juliet
Celine Dahl x Sophia Wren
Darcy Dunn x Roman Hartwell
A Couple of Cinnamon Buns: Most Wholesome Relationship
Jakovan Petrov x Wren Hartwell
Adrik Udinov x Svala Sigurdottir
Bonnie and Clyde
Santiago Castillo x Noa Kumar
Ashir Abdi x Evelyn Hyun
The Heathers
Marie Luter x Rowan Hartwell x River Hartwell
Gabriel Beaumont x Kael Endiron x Jacqueline Dubois
Platonic Soulmates
Tidus Stormpike x Isadora Moon
Amara Zareen x Clara Song
Steamiest Ship
Gabriel Beaumont x Sophia Wren x Kael Endiron
Jacques Dubois x Aida Karadag
Ship I Just Can’t Get Enough Of
Nate Dubois x Rowan Hartwell
Roman Hartwell x Aurora Doefoot
The Dynamic Duo
Carter Blackthorn x Cassian Blackthorn
Nathan Luter x Marie Luter
BROTP of the Ages
Henryk Wolfe x Ares Deerling
Mahina Kekoa x Idalis Valdunciel
The Golden Trio
Ares Deerling x Apollo Deerling x Arielle Deerling
Viktor Valentina x Svala Sigurdottir x Jakovan Petrov
Favorite “Never Gonna Happen” Coupling
Lilianna Shu Lei x Santiago Castillo
Ares Deerling x Calliope Bisset
Favorite “Forbidden” Coupling
Henryk Wolfe x Tatiana Valentina
Alexander Barrett x Aurora Doefoot
Exes (Friends or Lovers) Who Need to Reunite
Cassian Blackthorn x Rowan Hartwell
Jacen Warren x Victoria Adler
Just Kiss Already
Skai Rai x Hiro Tanaka
Raymond Holloway x Zora Nadir
Most Likely to Get Married
Jakovan Petrov x Wren Hartwell
Nate Dubois x Rowan Hartwell
Favorite Enemies / Most Likely to Fight Each Other
Carter Blackthorn x Ares Deerling
River Hartwell x Wren Hartwell
Biggest Gossips
The Dubois Family
The nymphs
Messiest Couple
Alexander Barrett x Lilianna Shu Lei
Raymond Holloway x Sophia Beaumont
Most Likely to Be in a Rom-Com Together
Kuzey Korkmaz x Gemma Somers
Henryk Wolfe x Ares Deerling
Family of the Moment
The Deerlings
The Hartwells
- ̗̀ ALLIANCE / GROUP QUESTIONS
MVP of the Wild Hunt
Mahina Kekoa
Amara Zareen
MVP of the Garden
Idalis Valdunciel
Aida Karadag
MVP of the Dawn Court
Louisa Caerwyn
Eryk Lutz
MVP of the Day Court
Rowan Hartwell
River Hartwell
MVP of the Night Court
Gabriel Beaumont
Jacqueline Dubois
MVP of the Spring Court
Kuzey Korkmaz
Henryk Wolfe
MVP of the Summer Court
Tidus Stormpike
Skai Rai
MVP of the Autumn Court
Kaden Bahatti
Gemma Somers
MVP of the Winter Court
Tatiana Valentina
Viktor Valentina
MVP of the Human Resistance
Noa Kumar
Lilianna Shu Lei
Current Ruler to Watch Out For
Faun Deerling
Rowan Hartwell
Choose a Favorite Court
The Spring Court
The Wild Hunt
Choose a Fae Alliance
Night x The Garden x The Wild Hunt
Autumn x Winter
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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.
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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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last song I listened to: Killer Queen because of Atomic Blonde trailer 🔥🔥🔥
last movie I watched: Snow White & the Huntsman (I literally skipped to all Ravenna's scenes, because how can I not with those outfits?!!!) but the last movie I actually watched was Casino Royale
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top three ships: (2/3 platonic, I'm a sucker for those beautiful relationships ) Maxiosa, Ilsa x Ethan from MI5 and Everlark Tagging my dearest @perfectenthusiasttiger. Then the next ones are blogs I really like and admire, and sorry if this bothers you 🙏🏻🙏🏻 @lurkinghistoric @fadagaski @welch-flo @youkaiyume @snowbarry @hiccupbuddies
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