#ravenna x you
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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:
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Jason Todd x Reader fic recs
This is originally made for @marinas-trench , but anybody can use this. Will update as I find more
Added little notes in pink to specify some stuff
Anybody who does use these recs please make sure to reblog works- that's the Tumblr algorithm likes don't do anything- to help the authors out <3
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Authors because I can't pick a favorite work:
DC Masterlist by @sanguineterrain - The works speak for themselves.
@jasmines-library - Includes lots of platonic batfamily x reader and the hurt/comfort is just *chefs kiss*
@morverenmaybewrites Ao3 link- Her works are just godsend. She portrays Jason in such a beautiful way and acknowledges his trauma as well.
@minnieearsposts Ao3 Link - Jason works are 10/10, but she also has many other fics that connect with each other. Definitely recommend
@xxgoblin-dumplingxx - All of the au's are just magnificent! There's no master list but you can check the works out using tags.
Batfam masterlist by @book-place - All works are platonic
@writersfailure - Honestly a gold mine, check out their dc master list and other fics as well!
@wh1sp3rr - The jackpot at the end of the rainbow. That's all I'm going to say
Series :
love is not designed for the cynical by @thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels - The thoughts and emotions are portrayed SO BEAUTIFULLY!!! And while Jason is just spectacular, I also recommend the other series as well.
What we want by @sophiethewitch1 - It's with all the batboys
Crimson Red by @ravenna-reid - Has multiple parts all located on the master list.
Headcannons/Drabbles:
Girl!DadJason by @in-som-niyah
Reaction to you letting go of their hand by @gay-dorito-dust - Its paired up with both Dick and Damian
Existentional Crisis by @millyhelp
College student!Jason by @orchidsangel
BabyDaddy! Jason fic idea by @kuromitos
Fics:
JasonTodd x Fem!Reader by @spidernuggets - reader gets stuck in a time loop to save Jason
sickly sweet romance of u & jay by @wh1sp3rr
Unnamed by @millyhelp
tired and touchstarved!Jason by @indulgentdaydream
Guard Dog by @mostly-imagines
A Spoonful of Honey by @stararch4ngelqueen
Golden by @orionremastered
Reader who likes Superman more than Batman by @spidernuggets
Reader who prefers Superman more than batman (different fic than above) by @gay-dorito-dust
Rescuer by @kimberly-spirits13
graceless by @udiudijaye - platonic batfam x batsis but love the fic and had to recommend
Take care by @batsycline69
Forensic Psychologist Reader by @ravenna-reid
What are you doing here? by @a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all
What a night by @batboysandgirls
call me your fool by @jasonsmirrorball
18+ Works MDNI
Til Death Do We Part Brings Us Together by @luvf4ngz - I love the au idea!
Jason distracting you from studying by @millyhelp
Slumber Party by @dollwritesarchive - Includes Dick
Thoughts on Jason being rough by @midnightorchids
jason 'don't run from this dick' todd by @killakalx
BabyDaddy!Jason by @hanasnx
Say Sorry by @dancewithdeath11
Jason fucking reader in the Batmobile by @martiniluvr
Series 18+
guns and roses masterlist by @jayswhorex
#jason todd x reader#jason todd#fic rec#fan fiction recommendations#Jason Todd x fem!reader#Jason todd x y/n#Jason todd x you#red hood#red hood x reader#red hood x you#Jason todd fanfiction#red hood fanfiction#Jason todd imagine#jason todd smut#Jason todd x reader smut#red hood smut#red hood x reader smut
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you have me and I have you -- DR3
Taking the twins to meet Daniel at a race nearly ends in disaster for the youngest, luckily you remember a little saying that goes a long way for when her emotions get too big for her all weekend away from her favorite person on the planet.
daniel ricciardo x wife!mother!reader
warnings/notes: probably inaccurate f1 information (specifically with where they live but idc its my fic), i'm not going off any actual timeline of real events dude this is just vibes, maxiel content bursting out of this fic, might make this little family a series i dunno, i don't have the most knowledge of daniel's career so mind some gaps
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You and Daniel lived an exceptionally private life--surprisingly. Alpha Tauri's home base was in Faenza, Italy. And when Daniel was announced to be driving for them, you both tossed around a few different city names until Max of all people found you both a quaint little house just outside of the main touristy parts of Ravenna.
Somehow the world champion knew the both of you would find it was a perfect spot to nestle in for the time being. You knew that once the girls really got into school, like proper schooling, you'd have to settle them near Daniel's family. That's what you'd agreed to do when you planned to return to teaching full-time, but for now, Ravenna worked beautifully.
And it was beautiful too.
You had moved and traveled a lot with Daniel due to his career, it had never bothered you in the near decade the both of you had been together. The two of you never fought, sure you argued, but nothing hateful. It was usually a 'stop overthinking this' or 'stop overworking yourself on that' and with two perfectionists who adored their careers and families it could get a bit tense. But, you loved Daniel more than anything, and he loved you just the same. So it always worked out in the end.
Three years dating, one year engaged, seven years married, five years parents. Parents. Two beautiful twin daughters, you hadn't not been trying for kids, and though the girls were a surprise, they were happily welcomed by the Ricciardo's and your family when announced. And of course their loads of F1 uncles, like Max, Yuki, Lando, and of course Pop Pop and Grannie Horner, who had just about died when the youngest of the two twins--Rosella, called them that without you or Daniel prompting her to.
"She speaks the truth!" Daniel had laughed when Geri scooped the little girl up in her arms and squeezed her, kissing her forehead. Max had just laughed for like ten minutes at Christian's face before the man finally made some remark that he was "finally old enough for that title."
And then a few months later little Penelope would do the same, with a quite similar reaction.
Life in Ravenna was perfect, and you had been blessed with a remote job that allowed you to work anywhere making your life a breeze of constant travel, love, and spending nights alongside your husband or his family and friends in lavish hotels for grand prix.
Speaking of Grand Prix, it was time to get the girls moving. The two of them, Rosella Grace Ricciardo and Sienna Michelle Ricciardo, are currently settled with their suitcases beside them in the living room as you finish unplugging the necessary items and locking up the house. Rosella was playing with her stuffed bear, idly singing some song her grandparents had been trying to teach her, and Sienna was currently trying to repack her bag that you had so meticulously put together.
"Si, stop messing with your bag, sweetheart." You try to not let any annoyance sink into your tone but fail a little as you make your way to the foyer.
"Sorry, Momma." Sienna pouts and hides in on herself, her big brown eyes and bouncy curls making you think of her father--who was currently in a car going god knows how fast on the track. Max had been the one to invite you to Miami, saying it would be good to get the girls there to surprise Daniel.
What he hadn't thought of was how hard it is to get two twins through the airport, who look exactly like Daniel Ricciardo, without raising any eyebrows because this was their first appearance at the track since they were toddlers and didn't look like much of anyone except for having Daniel's undoubtedly huge smiles.
"Hey," you say, but don't explain the sentence that brings both of your daughters immediate calm, "You have me and I have you."
The sentence, something from the night before you married the girl's father basically equated to 'we've got this, don't freak out, I'm not mad and you're gonna be fine.' and whatever else it needed to at the moment and it had been a constant in the past seven or so years of your life.
And Sienna calms herself immediately, nodding at you.
You peck a kiss to Sienna's hairline as you repack her bag, "All better, nothing to be sad about, okay?"
She nods, taking her bag and helping her sister grab her stuff as you get them out to the car. The two are pretty well-behaved by now and have learned when to do as you ask and when it's okay to play around a little. You thank Daniel for that, he'd always set a good example. Once everything is in the trunk, you secure the girls in their seats and then thank one of the women you'd become close with down the road for driving you to the airport.
Natalie grins, patting your shoulder as you settle in with a big huff, "I just wish you luck getting them through the airport by yourself! Usually, you have Michelle with you."
"Well, Michelle's unable to come to Miami because she's working, so it's just me this time!" You try to hide your annoyance at the whole situation already, but Natalie just laughs as she starts to drive through the streets of your beloved town.
"Don't stress it, those girls are too well-mannered to cause a fuss."
"I hope so." You sigh, glancing over your shoulder at the both of them.
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The airport in Italy is a breeze, it's the Miami airport that gives you trouble with the girls because one file isn't filled out correctly. One fucking file. You end up leaving poor Geri Halliwell in the pick-up lane for like an hour while you scramble to fix it so you're not shipped off back home with the girls, who are tired and miserable and just wanna go to bed.
And you'd run out of snacks on the plane, which was another level of catastrophe as Rosella complains every two seconds she's starving and going to die while Sienna complains her feet hurt and makes you carry her around.
Luckily, the airport staff seems to take a bit of pity on you and push you through as quick as possible. You stumble out to the pick-up line to find your ride, the warm Miami air making the girls want to play a bit. Setting down Sienna you make both girls keep one hand on your suitcase as you meet Geri halfway to the car and she kneels down to give the twins hugs as they scream her name.
"So much for discreet." You huff, watching Geri happily interact with the girls. And you learn right then that she's always planning ahead (maybe it's the whole having four kids thing) as she pulls out two little baggies of packed snacks for the girls from her coat.
Once the girls spot Christian, it's game over as they sprint with their little suitcases bouncing behind them and he barely has time to kneel before they're trying to hug him.
"Lookin' good Mama," Geri grins as she picks up Sienna's discarded backpack and you laugh off the compliment as she stands, placing her hands on her hips, "I'll take it they missed us?"
"They wouldn't shut up about getting to see you guys all week after Danny left," You let her pull you into a hug as she kissed your hairline. She helps you get the girl's stuff in the car while Christian entertains the two who sit in the back seat and you end up between your daughters on the drive to the hotel.
"We rented you a room on another floor just for tonight, we figured you'd wanna surprise Danny at the race." Geri turns to talk to you as Christian drives and you nod, leaning forward so she can sit straight. Sienna's babbling to Christian about class, Rosella trying to butt in to get his attention too, and you lean your head on Geri's seat.
"Thank you guys, I'm serious when I say I'll pay you back."
"It came out of Oracle Red Bull Racing's pocket, not mine." Geri holds her hands up and you let out a soft laugh, finally feeling the weariness of the nearly twelve-hour flight.
When you make it to the hotel, Christian goes first to ensure the coast is clear, and you find they've already checked into the room so you're able to go straight up. Once inside, you thank the Horners one more time with tight hugs and a promise to bring them around to Italy soon before shutting the door.
"Momma!" Rosella whines as soon as the door is locked and dead-bolted shut, "I'm tired!"
"Me too!" Sienna copies her twin and flops on the floor and you laugh.
"Let's get you two ready for bed, yeah?" You muse, grabbing the suitcases and flipping them open, and letting the girls pick out the pajamas while you do the same with some loungewear. It's only around five at night, and you do still need to feed the girls a proper dinner, so you assume a short nap with a break for chicken nuggets before bed will be perfect.
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You rouse from sleep to two sets of little hands hitting you, the girls giggling as they whisper, "Momma, momma!"
"Mhmn," You groan, rubbing your face, "Yeah?"
"Daddy called you, Rosella answered it like a big girl!"
"Mhm!" Rosella cheers, leaning to not-so-secretly whisper, "I didn't even tell him the big secret!"
"That's great--" You go to say sleepily and then you blink your eyes open when you hear Danny laughing over the phone and you sit up to your elbows and snag the phone from her.
"Both of you, shoo." You wave a hand and the girls shriek as you curl your fingers like you're going to tickle them and then sit up in bed.
"I swear I set an alarm." You laugh, rubbing your eyes as you check the clock--in Italy, it would be noon right now which would be typical for your afternoon nap with the girls.
"No big deal. I just wanted to call you when I was getting up for race day." Daniel yawns and you can imagine him rubbing at his face as he lets out a muffled groan over the phone, "How are you and the girls?"
"They're having a blast but being little tornadoes," You huff, "but I'm managing."
"Ah, that's my girl. Superstar mom." You can physically hear Danny's smile in his voice and it makes you laugh, when you ask him how he's doing he regales practice and qualifiers as you get yourself out of bed and grab the girls a change of clothes. Mouthing for them to get in the shower as you mute the phone so Danny doesn't hear the water as you turn it on. Walking back to supervise from the doorway you pop in a few questions here and there.
By the time the call is wrapping up, Sienna's gotten soap in her eyes, so you bid Daniel a quick goodbye as you scold Rosella for splashing her sister in the face and end the call. You double-check to make sure it's actually ended before you move into the bathroom.
It takes an hour for you to get ready, which means by the time you're bringing the girls down to meet with Geri, her kids, and Kelly and Penelope, all the drivers are making their way to the track.
But, of course, you have to run into Charles in the elevator.
"Didn't know you were gonna make it this weekend," Charles says as you step in, the girls shy away from him a little, especially Sienna who practically buries herself behind her sister. You laugh softly.
"Guys, it's just Charles." You say over your shoulder and they both peek up again before gasping and jumping over to hug him. He kneels down to the girls, accepting both of their tight hugs as you speak,
"We weren't until Max told me he got us paddock passes,"
"They're still that close, huh?" Charles stands once the girls release him and you shrug,
"I think Max feels bad for how it ended with them in Red Bull, kinda like how Lando and Daniel are still super close after McLaren because of--God, don't get me started actually." You pinch your nose, the wound of McLaren's drop of Daniel had been the most difficult part of your partnership with Daniel thus far. You hoped it stayed that way.
"I'm glad they're still close." Charles smiles and then bids you goodbye as a Ferrari employee starts scolding him in French--or Italian, or maybe both, as she drags him off in the opposite direction.
You cart the twins off to the little restaurant within the hotel, thanking the hostess who brings you to Geri and Kelly's table and you greet them with a happy smile. Once the kids are all introduced and settled, you relax and roll out your neck.
"I am exhausted." You announce and Kelly pushes a mimosa towards you, grinning, and you happily take it. Breakfast goes relatively well, Penelope wants to sit in your lap halfway through because she missed you, and Bluebell updates you on her applications for university.
The Halliwell-Horner kids are a mess of different parents, but all act just as loving as your own twins, it makes you smile as you notice Bluebell pause mid-sentence to make sure her sister ordered her food correctly and her brother has enough to drink when the waitress comes around to check on you all.
And then Sienna gasps and points at the TV, squealing at an ear-piercing decibel, "Dad!"
"Shh!" You hush her, both Kelly and Geri laughing as you try and handle the two kids who are excitedly pointing out their father on the TV. It's interviews from yesterday on replay in preparation for the race later. And the twins won't stop even with you, Geri, Kelly, and the other kids at the table (save for Geri's youngest) trying to hush them.
"Girls. Knock it off or we're going outside!" You hiss through your teeth, pointing at the two next to you, and Rosella literally screams 'no' at you.
"Good grief." You sigh, then grab her by the waist and wave for her sister to follow you. While Sienna's a little hesitant, a gentle tap from Geri makes the girl scoot off her chair and follow you and a screeching Rosella out of the small restaurant. The three of you settle on the floor as you try to calm a clearly upset Rosella, who curls into your side.
"C'mere, Si." You hold an arm out as you sit on the floor and Sienna curls into your other side. You wipe the frustrated tears off Rosella's face, she had always been attached to Daniel by the hip, you weren't sure why you assumed this would be easier for her than her sister.
"I know you guys are excited to see your dad, I know, I am too." You say to the two twins who sit in your lap on the floor in probably the nicest hotel in Miami, "I miss him just as much as you guys do but... we have to be quiet in restaurants. We can't start screaming like we're at home, okay?"
"Momma, 'm sorry Momma." Rosella sniffles and you pepper soft kisses to her hairline and wipe the tears from her face as Sienna gives her twin a hug.
"It's okay, darling, you know you have me and I have you, yeah? You just have big emotions you wanna get out, but we have to remember inside voices and that there's always a time and place for everything, okay?" You rub her back as she hiccups, big tears rolling down her face as she starts calming down with big gasps.
The girl nods, scrubbing at her face and you give her a little kiss on the top of her forehead before giving Sienna a kiss there too.
"Are we calm enough to talk now, Ella?" You say softly and the girl nods, you scoop her up and bring Sienna back in so she can sit at the table and eat, informing Geri and Kelly you'll be right back after you take Rosella on a little calm down walk.
And you end up in a little courtyard, bouncing Ella on your hip as she speaks softly as you pause at a fountain.
"And Daddy's always there when I'm sad." She recounts as she hiccups, still crying a little as you rock her and rub her back, "and I got sad he wasn't there, and then he wasn't there to make me happy, and it made me more sad."
"Oh honey, it's okay." You look over your shoulder, swearing for the third time you're seeing Lando out of the corner of your eye--which is impossible because he's at the track and you're just being paranoid.
"Big emotions come out sometimes, it's happened to me. When your dad and I got married, I freaked out on him the night before because I was so stressed something would go wrong. I screamed at him, like a full freakout," You sigh, pressing your lips to your daughter's hair before whispering, "You know what he did?"
"What did he do?" Rosella sits back so she can look you in the eyes, you bounce her up and readjust your grip.
"He held me like I'm holding you now and he said 'I know you've got big emotions and so do I, but you know what we also both have?'" You remember the way he'd pressed his lips to your hairline, hands tucking you into his body as he cradled you in the bathroom of the wedding suite in the hotel,
"And I said 'no' because I was having big emotions, and he said 'You have me and I have you.' Just like right now, Ella, you have me and I have you."
"Oh! That's why you and Daddy say that." Ella smiles, kicking one of her feet a little and you nod. She wipes the last of the tears from her eyes and you kiss her cheek, before walking back to the restaurant when she claims she's finally calm enough to eat and be a little quieter.
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About ten thousand things are happening in the Alpha Tauri garage when you sneak in with Yuki's help. You see Daniel off to the side, talking with some engineers with a stressed expression, and instead of walking over to wrap your arms around him like you want to-- you cart the twins off to his driver's room and settle them in there.
"Should I get him?" Yuki asks once he's finally gotten Sienna to pry off his leg and you laugh, shaking your head.
"Surprise, remember?" You speak softly, hushing the giglging twins.
"Yeah, but he's..." Yuki makes a face and you roll the idea around in your head. The girls had never seen Daniel frustrated, any sort of negative emotions you and Daniel tried to keep away from them.
"How bad?" You ask, mouthing one to ten, and Yuki mouths back a solid nine. So you groan, dragging your hands down your face and holding up a hand for him to wait while you kneel down and wave the girls over.
"Listen, Ella, Si." You poke their arms playfully as they quiet down their giggles when you slowly lower your hands to the floor, "Quiet time, okay? Momma's gonna go out and see where Daddy is, and I might bring him back here, okay?"
The girls nod and you kiss both of their foreheads before leaving the driver's room with Yuki and speaking softly, "I'll come with you."
He nods and waves you along, making his way through the back hall and back into the main area of the garage where Daniel was standing with his back to you. Mouthing good luck, Yuki slips off to stand beside Daniel as they talk racing stats. You just stand for a while, watching your husband as he clearly fusses over some fudging of numbers and how the team seems to be running whatever tactic on a sort of hail-mary moment. You know he hates leaving it up to fate.
"Okay, well," Daniel groans, clearly wanting to change strategy but knowing he's unable to do so, "I don't even know."
Yuki suggests something, but it gets shot down, and then you slowly start to inch forward. You see the videographers and photographers readying themselves for the moments, cameras lifting up high as they wait for the moment or whatever line will come out of your mouth.
"This is literally just as frustrating as getting the twins to relax on a plane," Daniel complains, Yuki smirking and biting the inside of his cheek as you finally cross the room to stand behind your husband.
"I dunno, I did pretty well--"
"--Holy shit!" Daniel shouts, barreling himself into you as he sweeps you off your feet in a loud laugh, "Oh my god! Hello! What?! When did you get here?!"
He sets you down after a tiny spin and presses a long kiss to your lips before you can explain, his hands firm on your hips and your arms tossed around his neck, just like puzzle pieces.
"Max got me passes, we got in last night. Blame the entirety of Red Bull." You wave a hand and Daniel kisses you once more, arms now wrapping around you.
"Okay, fuck strategy for a moment, I need this." He says to the Alpha Tauri team who wave him off and laugh, and you let Daniel just bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the way too expensive Dior perfume he'd bought you for your birthday, and sigh out his stress.
"You have me and I have you." You murmur to him, pressing your lips to the side of his head, since it's all you can reach at this angle, a very similar angle to which his mini-me had been held in only a few hours prior.
"I know." He steps back, then blinks at you, "Wait. The twins are here too aren't they?"
"How the fuck--"
"You aren't wearing your necklace you always wear when you have someone babysit them for the weekend." He pokes the necklace you are wearing, one of your last names written in one of the prettiest fonts you'd ever seen, the gold blackened and dirty from its constant wear. A wedding gift from his mother.
"You little shit." You whisper, before turning and shouting, "Ella! Si!"
And it's like they were waiting for it because the sound of the door slamming against the wall followed by the patter of small sneakers sounds through the garage as the twins sprint to find you and their father. Their joyful screams overlap as Daniel drops to one knee to scoop both girls in his arms, fawning over their matching sundresses (custom-made to be the same color as his racing suit, as is the dress you wear) as he lifts them up to your height.
"Look at my girls." Daniel smiles, letting the twins babble on about whatever as he turns to press a kiss to your cheek, "Thank you."
"Thank Max." You step up to take Sienna from his arms so he can easily hold Rosella, but the arm you've freed snags you by the hip and pulls you close.
"There we go!" He grins at you, "All three of my girls in one place, yeah?"
And it's perfect, a little slotted puzzle piece, and regardless of if they figure out whatever issues are going on with the car you know Daniel will be loving every minute of Miami this year. Just because the three of you are there as his backbone.
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Epiphany Masterlist
A Cassian x healer!OC fic
Summary: Cassian and Ravenna have been friends for centuries, Ravenna's work as a combat healer for the Night Court consistently throwing her into Cassian's path. When Cassian sustains a grave injury in the heat of battle, Ravenna's healing takes on heightened significance. As the two navigate his rehabilitation together, their relationship begins to transcend their previous friendship, and a connection begins to form that binds them in ways beyond words.
Themes include: friends to lovers, trauma, sex, angst, fluff, and everything in between. Note that this is mostly for my enjoyment, I'm taking massive creative liberty at times and that's okay with me. If it's not for you, no worries, but if it is I hope you enjoy!
- Work in Progress -
18+: read at your own discretion. Themes of violence, sex, trauma, etc.
*Asterisks* indicate chapters that contain smut.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen*
Chapter Fifteen*
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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.
#queen ravenna#queen ravenna x reader#snow white and the huntsman#snow white and the huntsman x reader#ravenna#charlize theron#queen ravenna imagine#snow white and the huntsman imagine#wlw#wlw imagine#dec2022#multimilfswritings#multimilfsficmas2022
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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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All I Gave You Is Gone (ACOTAR x The Silmarillion AU) - Chapter 1
RHYSAND'S SISTER X MAEDHROS
summary: The story begins with High Lord Rhysand’s sister, Ravenna, moments before her death. Before the sword is swung across her neck, she pleads to the Mother to rescue her, to intervene and get her out. Ravenna’s prayers are answered, and she wakes up in a strange land across the stars, far away from her home – Arda.
warnings: graphic violence
word count: 3.6k
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a/n: this AU is so niche that most people probably don't know what the Silmarillion is - fear not! I will be writing it in a way that you won't need to know anything about lotr or the silm to understand it, as everything will be explained. I'm super excited for this series and I hope you guys grow to enjoy it. Any support is appreciated! Huge shoutout to the Anon that inspired this!
Screams rang through the shrieking wind, rattling Ravenna’s eardrums as a coppery tang filled her mouth. It was almost impossible to see anything amidst the smoke and rain, not that she wanted to be cursed with witnessing the horrifying scene. No, part of Ravenna was glad for the masking of the carnage.
The scent of blood choked her senses, closing up her throat and making her eyes burn. Her head throbbed from the impact of its collision on the nearby rock, stomach stinging in pain from the arrow laced with faebane that was lodged in her flesh. Through blurry vision, Ravenna lifted her head, groaning as every ounce of her body protested. Up above, the few fully trained Illyrian soldiers that were stationed at the war camp were falling from the sky, their lifeless bodies brutalised upon meeting the rocky ground. Hybern soldiers swarmed them like ants, their laughter echoing above the sounds of slaughter.
Tears pricked at Ravenna’s eyes as she inhaled deeply, immobilised by her wounds and the faebane arrow in her stomach that stifled her magic. She hadn’t even wanted to come here today to the Illyrian war camp with her mother, Nienna. They had fought over it – Ravenna had even offered to go to the Hewn City with her brother, Rhysand, then accompany her mother to Illyria. She hated it there. Everything from the leering males and the icy chill, to the sight of downtrodden females with their heads low and their wings clipped. Despite being half-Illyrian, Ravenna never felt any desire to spend time there.
Her black hair stuck to her face, clinging to her skin as the rain poured down. She lifted her wings, trying to flap them enough to get her body off the ground, but it was no use. They were dead weight on her back, too exhausted from the effects of the faebane to help her. Panic began to settle in as Ravenna realised she could not make her wings disappear with the poison in her veins. Her wings were a target now, a weak spot. Unable to defend herself, she was now a sitting duck.
As she laid there half-conscious, the screams eventually stopped, her blood turning to ice at the eerie silence from Illyrians in the war camp. Ravenna let out a sob. As Hybern soldier’s footsteps echoed on the hard ground, growing closer to where she was laying beside the rocks, she knew she was going to die.
“Hey! There’s one over here!” A gruff male voice called, followed by the sound of cheering.
No. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real.
Pathetically, Ravenna tried to drag herself away, fingernails breaking and scraping against the hard rock, efforts in vain. Panic rose in her chest as the sound of the soldier’s leering grew closer, closing in on her like a pack of wolves.
Thanks to the arrow, she had no magic to defend herself. Her asshole father, Ronan, the High Lord of the Night Court, had never even let her train to defend herself. She knew a couple moves from her sparring with Cassian and Azriel, but they were useless in this situation. Ravenna could hear Azriel’s voice in her head, pleading for her to get up and take a stand. But she couldn’t. Every muscle in her body was lifeless, her head spinning and aching with pain.
“Pretty little princess, all on her own...” One of the soldiers sneered, twirling his sword in his hands as he came to stand above her. She could practically smell his rotten breath amidst the blood covering his body that was not his own.
Ravenna tried to lift her head, but a dirty boot quickly connected with it with such force her neck snapped backwards, body jolting painfully. Fresh blood began to pour from the gaping wound on her forehead, and she cursed under her breath. Snide laughter sounded from above her, echoing in all directions as the world spun. “Nobody can help you now, princess.” One of the other soldiers said. “Not your half-breed brother, not your spy boyfriend. Certainly not your mommy.”
Ignoring the screaming pain, Ravenna opened her violet eyes and looked upwards at the soldier. Her gaze met his blood-stained face, then travelled down to his hands, eyes settling on what was grasped within them.
In his left hand was a familiar set of wings, tarnished with mud and dirt. Blood pooled onto the ground beneath them like a river. Bile rose in Ravenna’s throat as her gaze landed on his right hand.
And she screamed, raw and painfully.
In the soldier’s right hand was a severed head with long, dark locks identical to her own. Purple eyes were wide, face twisted in a frozen picture of agony, a female mid-scream. Bruises and scrapes were littered across the face, but it was unmistakable nonetheless.
It was Nienna. Her mother. The beautiful seamstress who had held Ravenna in her arms for countless nights, who taught her everything she knew. The female who kept her chin high, even as males sneered at her for her lowborn status. Dead. Dead before Ravenna’s very eyes.
Screams continued to rip through Ravenna, cursing the Hybern soldiers with promises of slow and agonising death. She didn’t care that she, too, was about to meet the same fate as her mother. As soldiers grabbed her arms and hauled her upright to her knees, she thrashed and fought like a wildcat. More hands grabbed her, steadying her slightly as she spat at them, tears streaming down her face.
“Hold her steady!” One of the soldiers snapped before bending down to sneer in her face. “It’s your turn, half-breed bitch. But first we gotta take care of those wings. Can’t have you flying away now, can we?”
“If you cut off my wings, I will flay you.” She spat in his face, screeching as one of the soldiers reached down and ripped the arrow out of her stomach, shredding the flesh as blood began pouring out of her faster.
The soldier snickered, his dark eyes brimming with hate as his twisted face stood mere inches from her own. “We won’t do that quite yet, that takes away half the fun. Your bitch mother bled to death when we ripped her wings from her body, so we didn’t get to enjoy her. We won’t make that same mistake with you.”
Ravenna howled furiously, sinking her canines into the nearby arm of a soldier as hard as she could. A whip cracked across her back in response, cleaving flesh from bone in one stroke as it shredded the material of her black dress. She bit down harder on the arm as pain blinded her, the blood of the soldier making her gag and eventually release him. At least her scream had been muffled.
Before she could curse them out again, she felt it. The presence of a cold, small blade against her wing. Right in the very spot she had seen scars on every female in the Illyrian camps.
No. No no no no.
She hadn’t even realised she was screaming the words out loud, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks as she begged and pleaded pathetically. Flying was her favourite thing to do. She would spend hours soaring through the skies, feeling the wind on her wings as she shot through the air like a shooting star. Sometimes she had flown hand in hand with Azriel above Velaris before their relationship had soured in the last few months, admiring the dazzling view of the city below. Flying was her peace.
Ravenna had accepted that she would die at the hands of the soldiers. But to die with her wings clipped would break something inside of her.
“Rhys!” She began screaming out her brother’s name mindlessly, despite the fact he was miles away and likely clueless as to what was going on in the war camp. “Rhys! Rhys!” She screamed over and over, praying that somehow he would show up out of nowhere and save her.
Her pleading only spurred the soldiers on more, and then that blade made an incision in the wing’s tendon near her back, the one that her wings relied on to carry her body. She barely even felt the physical pain from the slice as she screamed furiously, not just for herself, but for every female who had gone through this.
For decades, she had argued with her father over the practice of wing clipping. Gone head to head with the High Lord over it. Rhys would often have to step in, talking his father down from clipping his daughter’s own wings as punishment for slaughtering every male she could find who kept the practice going. Ravenna never cared how angry Ronan got with her over it, for she had no shame in taking it upon herself to try and end wing clipping. No matter how much he threatened her, yelled at her, she didn’t care. For she knew that she was untouchable – the people of Velaris loved her too much for the High Lord to get away with locking up or punishing his own daughter.
And now here she was, bleeding from that one tendon in her wings, rendered unable to fly for the rest of her life.
The soldiers whopped and cheered, spurred on by her tears as Ravenna cried angrily. Her body felt numb – a blessing as the Hybern soldiers began to brutalise her body with their fists, whips, and blades. Her skin was sliced and bruised and spat on, but she barely felt it. All she could feel was the hole inside her chest at the sight of her mother’s wings and head, now discarded on the cold, wet ground like trash.
Rain mixed with blood, blood mixed with tears, mud and grime becoming her second skin as Ravenna was pummelled into the ground. A barbed whip lashed at her skin, the soldiers having ripped open parts of her dress to expose her soft flesh like meat about to be butchered. The whirling black Illyrian tattoos that marked her body were now hidden behind red blood. They had begun at her left thigh and coming up across her hips and ribs, swirling up to the right side of her body across her back and collarbones then travelling down her arm. Now, they were marred, a ruined art piece at the hands of Hybern.
Please. Ravenna begged the Mother silently, teary gaze lifting up to the darkening sky where a few stars peeked out behind the rain clouds. Please help me. Get me away from here. Please, I will do anything. Just get me out of here.
She could have sword one of the stars brightened in response. Throughout lash after lash, she kept praying silently. Grimy hands groped at her flesh, digging into the fresh wounds and twisting her like a ragdoll. She closed her eyes, feeling the cold blade of a sword line up against the back of her neck, ready to swing down on it and cleave her head from her shoulders.
And then everything went bright, instead of the darkness that Ravenna had expected. White hot fire overtook her body, and then it all faded away.
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The first thing Ravenna felt was the wind on her skin. It was gentler than the harsh wind of Illyria, but still strong. It soothed her body, which felt lifeless. The rocks she was laying on felt different than before, and she realised it was dirt beneath her, not stone. Her throat was dry, mouth caked with blood as she inhaled a deep breath. The air was fresh, not stifled with the scent of the war camp’s death. It filled her lungs blissfully, and it took all her strength to crack open her eyes.
She was met by sunlight, blinding her momentarily before her eyes finally adjusted. From her position on the ground, she could make out soft, windswept grass on either side of a dirt road. She was in a valley, a mountain pass judging by the steep hills nearby and the narrow windingness of the path ahead.
Ravenna’s mind was still swirling as she fought to figure out where she was. The landscape was unlike anything she had seen before in the Night Court. There was something different here, something that unsettled her bones. It did not feel like Prythian, somehow.
Before she could go through what she knew of the landscape of the various other courts, voices sounded in the distance, along with hoofsteps. Ravenna stiffened, pushing herself up into a sitting position as the sound grew closer. But it did not sound like the rough, sneering voices of Hyberm. No, these voices were different. They were strong, but songlike, lilting up and down in tones unfamiliar to Ravenna. From the winding path emerged a small group of males on horseback. They donned silver armour, long hair flowing in the wind and revealing pointed ears. Ravenna’s brow furrowed. She had not seen fae like this before, but something in her gut told her they were different. Sure, they donned the same ethereal grace to them matched with pointed ears, but there was an unsettling difference between them and the fae males Ravenna had previously encountered. They did not have a predatory feel to them like most fae males, but seemed colder. Calculating.
And nonetheless, terrifying.
A male with long blonde hair shouted something and charged his horse forward, icy blue eyes fixated on Ravenna as his group followed. She could barely move her aching body, merely slumping in defeat as the horses surrounded her in a perfect circle, a various assortment of blades and arrows pointed at her. On instinct, Ravenna lifted her wings to shoot herself up into the sky away from the males, but with the incision made she could barely lift them off the ground.
Once again, she was defenceless.
A male with black hair and cold, grey eyes barked something at her in that unfamiliar language. Squinting against the bright sun, Ravenna looked up to meet his stare. He and the blonde male were the only ones without helms and armour – the leaders, she presumed. An eight-pointed star marked the centre of their embroidered white tunics, and red capes flowed behind them in the wind.
When she didn’t answer, the black-haired male repeated his question, angrier this time.
“I’m sorry…” She muttered, barely getting the words out due to her dry throat. “I don’t understand…”
This time, it was the blonde male who spoke up. “You speak the common tongue?” He asked, his voice less harsh but still with a lethal edge to it. She nodded.
“Who are you and why are you in the pass of Aglon?” He continued, pressing his blade against her throat. She swallowed – never before had she seen such a beautiful blade, marked with swirling inscriptions and metalwork that would impress the most prestigious blacksmith in the Night Court.
Evenly, she met his blue eyes, which scanned her up and down. Distaste and surprise came across his beautiful features as he seemingly focused on the blood covering her body rather than her wings. Finally, Ravenna realised her dress had all but been torn to shreds, revealing her wounded skin in places she would have preferred to cover up. She curled herself into a ball, hands desperately trying to cover the parts of herself that had been revealed by the rips in her dress.
But the males did not leer like she had anticipated. Even the dark-haired one who had snapped at her in that foreign language did not seem affected by her skin on display. He was more focused on her wings, which were covered in Illyria’s mud and dirt. Ravenna still trembled with fear in their presence, but at least they seemed better than Hybern thus far.
“The pass of… what?” She asked, even more confused. She had never heard of such a place before. Certainly not in Prythian. Where the hell was she and what happened?
“She’s a spy of the Dark Lord, brother.” The dark-haired male said, a hateful look in his eyes as he drew his bow. “Let us kill her and be done with it.”
“Put that away, Curufin.” The blonde one scolded with authority. “We are in Maitimo’s lands. He will decide what to do with her. Spy or not, she comes with us. He will have our heads if we kill her without his permission.”
Curufin rolled his grey eyes and retracted his bow. “As you wish, Tyelkormo.”
Ravenna’s mind reeled and the sound of the names being given, especially the last one. They were unlike anything she had heard before, leaving her even more confused. Was she dead? Was this some sort of strange afterlife? She shivered – by the way the wind bit at her cold skin, she knew she was very much alive.
The blond one whose name Ravenna’s brain hadn’t wrapped around took note of her shiver, huffing loudly before muttering something in another tongue to one of his guards. He swung a leg off of his grey horse and slid down onto the ground, walking over to where Ravenna sat in the dirt. Part of her instincts told her to run, to back away from this ethereal, too-perfect looking male. But another part of her was lured in by his beauty, as if some strange spell surrounded him.
She baulked as he came to stand over her, blue eyes mercilessly staring her down as if she were nothing more than a speck of dirt. The male was enormous, almost a foot taller than Cassian was. Long, silver-blonde hair flowed over his shoulders, two small braids behind each ear trailing down beside his neck. Jewellery adorned his pointed ears, which were similar in shape to her own. Based on his elaborate-looking attire this male was of a decent status wherever they were.
The blonde male unclasped his cloak, tossing the fabric towards Ravenna. She caught it, the material soft as clouds in her hands as she wrapped it around herself, grateful for the warmth.
But there was no warmth in the male’s eyes as he barked at her, “Get up.”
Keeping the cloak wrapped around her blood-soaked body, Ravenna pushed herself up. But her legs buckled, sending her tumbling painfully back to the ground. She hissed in pain, pressing her hand into her stomach where the wound from the arrow was. Her fae healing had kicked in enough that it began to slowly heal, but not nearly fast enough.
“Are you incapable of following orders and standing up?” He hissed angrily.
Despite her pain and exhaustion, fire lit in Ravenna’s veins at his attitude. “I’m not exactly in a position to do so without struggle.” She snapped, unfolding the cloak just enough to reveal the large, unmistakable arrow wound in her stomach.
His blue eyes followed, assessing the wound with impatience. “You’ll live.”
“Unfortunate for you.” She shot back, temper heightened by the ache in her wings.
The male scoffed. “Do you even know who I am?”
“No.”
“I am Lord Celegorm, Prince of the Noldor and third son of Fëanor.” He stuck his chin arrogantly in the air.
Ravenna took a deep breath to steady herself, slouching and rolling her eyes. “I must have hit my head pretty hard. I have no fucking clue what any of that means.”
Surprise crossed Celegorm’s face, and he exchanged an uneasy look with his brother. Curufin shrugged, muttering something in that strange tongue before turning his grey eyes back towards Ravenna. “And who exactly are you, may I ask?” He said dryly.
“Ravenna,” She said. “Princess of the Night Court. Daughter of Ronan, the High Lord.” She introduced herself in a similar manner to Celegorm, snorting at the confusion that continued to grow on his face.
“What are you talking about?” He snapped. “There is no such a court here, or a Lord Ronan.”
Ravenna shrugged. “Now you know how I feel, I guess. Believe me, I don’t know where the hell I am or how I got here. I am just as confused as you. I mean you no harm, I swear by the Mother.”
“That will be for Maitimo to judge.” Was all Celegorm said before reaching down for Ravenna’s trembling, weak body. She did not have time to protest or process what was happening as he reached underneath her wings and legs, lifting her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing. The world swayed as she was picked up. Thankfully, he did so in such a manner she remained covered with the cloak.
Still, she did not like being manhandled. “Put me down!” Ravenna hissed furiously, writhing as best she could in his grip. But it was no use – between her weakness, lack of powers, and Celegorm’s sheer size and strength, it was pointless.
Celegorm lifted her onto his horse and set her on the front end of the saddle before climbing up behind her. She winced in pain as his large frame brushed against the incision on her wings. “Watch the wings.” She snapped.
“We are taking you to our eldest brother.” Celegorm said, ignoring her protest but leaning back ever so slightly and relieving the contact on her wings. “He can decide what to do with you. It is half a day’s journey from here, so I suggest you rest while you still can.”
All Ravenna could do was sigh and hold onto the horse’s mane as the prince sent the group forward up the winding mountain pass. She had come no closer to figuring out where she was, or who these strange fae-looking people were.
And she had half a day to do her best to figure it out.
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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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What to do for love
Kori wants to get you off the team, stating that you are manipulative. is it jealous?
Titans x reader
— I want _______ to leave the team.- Kori's voice echoed from the meeting room, you were walking to the training room when you heard his name mentioned, then stopped abruptly to listen.
It was Kori, since she always didn't seem to like you, unlike everyone else on the team, apart from Kori you had won everyone over with your sweet way, joining the young titans was something you always wanted, and hearing that the woman wanted you out made you angry.
— Why do you want her to leave? - Dick asked, — She is a great fighter and strategist, I like working with her.
Dick always put you on missions with him, always saying that you two work well together, an incredible pair. Have you seen how he looked at you, how he looked at your lips, but he was with Kori and you weren't going to be that dirty, you don't want to be the other one, you want Dick for you.
— Didn't you notice that she is throwing herself at you?
— You are jealous.- Dick was angry, you knew that, it was difficult for Dick to let anyone talk about you.
— Are you blind? She wants you, she manipulates you all, shows you to be the perfect girl.- the screams caught everyone's attention, now it wasn't just you listening to the fight.
Jason, Gar, Damian and Ravenna were there listening to you, they weren't enjoying the conversation, especially since it was about you, everyone there likes you, a good friend for any time. They didn't understand Kori's hatred for you, and you were always nice to everyone.
The door opened and Kori left being followed by Dick, when the woman saw you she went towards you angrily, you shrunk and took steps back scared. Everyone was left immobile ready to intervene when necessary.
— You don't fool me ______, I know your little game, you are manipulative.- Kori screamed, you looked scared already letting the tears wet your face.— You are a scam who thinks everyone will fall on your feet, that you will have everything... But I will not leave, GO AWAY FROM HERE! - Kori screams.
You looked at her with tears, shrunk, everyone is shocked by Kori's attitude, they wanted to go hug you and protect you from her.
— I never hurt you. - you cry.
— You are cynical _______. Get out of here and never come back.
— I don't know why you're doing this to me, - you dry the tears. — But if that's what you want, I'll leave the team.
— What? - Jason shouted.
— You can't be serious.- Ravenna says, you are best friends.
You lower your head by letting your hair cover the side of your face, the side where your friends cannot see. You look up cold and smile maliciously at Kori.
— But Dick will still be mine.- you whisper just to Kori to hear. The woman looks at you with hatred.
— Your bastard.- Kori tries to attack you, but Damian and Dick quickly stop you.
Ravenna pulls you behind her, while Jason and Gar stand by her side worried about you. Kori is screaming trying to get on you. His fake scared look makes Kori feel more angry, just as you wanted.
— That's enough, you're out Kori.- Bruce Wayne's voice makes everyone freeze.
You almost laugh, but hold your theater, with Bruce Wayne here is much more exciting, Bruce had put you on his wings, a point for you.
— She is manipulating everyone.- Kori screams.
— Take her away.- Bruce says, so as soon as she is dragged away you run to Bruce hugging him.
— Thank you, she was going to kill me.- you cry, Bruce and everyone looks at you with pity, exactly as they should.
— Everything is fine now.
( Weeks later )
— Here, a flower for my beautiful girlfriend.- Dick smiles delivering a flower and kissing you.
— You say that every day.- you laugh, you were in the training room watching Damian and Gar training.
— I should say every hour.- he pulls you into his lap, you hug him and lay your head on his shoulder.
— I love you Dick.- you say leaving kisses on his neck.
— I love you, I think I always loved you.
You smile, you don't regret anything you did to have Dick for you, sometimes you have to manipulate things to have someone you love.
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Desperately by her side
Pairing: Queen Ravenna x reader
Genre: fluff (basically)
Words: 1400
Note: Right when I thought noone reads Ravenna fics anymore, I got such an amazing request! Thank you so much, I hope I didn't let you down.
The situation was slightly getting out of hand. Queen Ravenna was desperately trying to hunt Snow White down for weeks, even months at this point. And it was successfully getting her nowhere. Her guard always came empty handed, soldiers returning with nothing but dumb excuses for their incompetence. If she didn’t need to stay here and rule, she was starting to believe that even she herself would have a better success finding the girl. She needed for someone to finally get her and her patience was running thin.
“Finn!” She ordered for like the tenth time that day. “Why does everyone fail! It’s not that hard to catch a little girl, it’s not like she’s some witch!”
“Well she knows the land way better than our soldiers do…” the man was scared facing his sister’s anger.
“Then find me someone who does!” The queen orders and he scrambles away to execute it.
However unsuccessful they were trying to find Snow White herself, it didn’t take long to fins Y/n. Her reputation preceded her, Finn hearing all about the mighty warrior on his road. Apparently she knew the craft of swordwielding like no one else, and could track down her pray from weeks old tracks. Following precisely all the directions he was given from people in the village, he must have had the wrong house. Sure a woman that magnificent and skilled wouldn’t live in a small cottage in the middle of nowhere? He knocked non the less, asking your name.
“I’m looking for miss Y/n.” He barks, not wanting to waste any of his precious time.
“Yes, that’s me. What can I do for you?” You question with hands folded over your chest, leaning lazily on the doorframe.
“You?” His reaction didn’t offend you anymore, given your reputation no one ever expected the seemingly fragile girl of small stature.
“Yes, me.” You assure him, waiting for him to register the information.
“Then why do you..?” He critically eyed your small home with hardly three rooms, decorated cheaply but warmly.
“Did you come visit me to discuss my living choices?” You cut his train of thoughts, trying to get back to the topic.
“No, excuse me madam, I was just surprised.” He fixed his language and attitude back to someone who needs to employ you. “I come at the behalf of her majesty the Queen. Would you please accompany me back to the castle so she can discuss her offer with you?”
Judging by the few guards standing behind him at the forest road it wasn’t really a question, so you take your knitted sweater, place your sword by your hip and with a shrug of your shoulders you get into his carriage. The road wasn’t long, taking you straight to the capital city. Finn wasn’t one of the most talkative people you’ve ever met, honestly he wasn’t talkative at all. You thought maybe it was because of the knights riding with you, but maybe he was just like that. Quiet and intimidated by everything and everyone.
You stop at the courtyard and with just a quiet ‘follow me’ he takes you straight to the queen’s throne room. The walls are lined with pillars and guards, tall windows let in colored light and in the middle her throne stands, tall and cold, ruthless and strong as his lady appears to be. She wears a metal crown that makes you wonder if her head doesn’t hurt from the weight after a long day wearing it, her golden hair flowing down her shoulders. She’s mesmerizing, coldly gorgeous and mercilessly splendid.
You watch her as Finn runs to her side, whispering about you to her ear and she watches you intently. Her face changes facades from surprise to disbelief and it finally settles on something close to villainous satisfaction, an expression that leaves an unsettling feeling in your gut and makes your spine shiver in cold sweat. You have never seen a person of such angelic appearance with such an evil soul. It was like even the air around her was scared of her malice.
“My brother tells me you are an excellent fighter.” She states, her sight burying deep into your soul.
You stand in front of her stiff as one of the columns, mesmerized yet petrified at the same time. Now you understood why people spoke so highly but warily about her, maybe they were scared she’ll actually hear them. Her beauty had no comparison, but her presence put people on notice and her piercing eyes seemed to look right into the essence of your being.
“And you can track people?” her patience was clearly running thin, forcing you to answer her.
“Yes, your majesty.” Gaining up some of your courage and shaking her bewitching spell from your shoulders you step from foot to foot.
“Excellent. I have a little someone I need to find, yet my soldiers always return empty handed. You think you can find her?” She challenges you.
“I can find anyone.” You answer confidently this time. “What is their crime madam?”
“Let’s say she took something dear from me.” She plays with her words, charmed by your curiosity. “Say your price, I’ll give you anything you want if you bring me the girl alive.”
“You need to tell me who this lady is first, my queen.” Remaining polite you state your terms.
“Are you familiar with the girl named Snow White? I need her to come back here.” Of course you were, everyone knew the princess.
“No.” You shake your head shocking everyone in the room with your impudence.
“No?” Ravenna repeats in shocked disbelieve that someone had the audacity to oppose her.
“No. I know Snow White, and I know she wouldn’t have done anything to deserve your wrath.” Squeezing the handle of your sword for confidence you explain.
Before the queen could even register your determined resistance, Finn himself gave a silent order to the guards along the room. They all closed on you so fast you had hardly the time to even draw your sword, but your training and skill proved itself in a fight against the queen’s soldiers. Being pushed by Finn to leave the room and flee for safety, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you, gracefully moving between the armed men like in your own kind of dance, effortlessly cutting their limbs and piercing their bodies like it was nothing but a piece of fruit, your hidden muscles showing off now in a combat of death.
As she looses the sight of you, she’s not angry, she’s enamored. She didn’t care for the lives of her knights, they were nothing but her pawns in the great scheme of things. But you, you were truly something. As she paces the throne room now bathing in blood with her bare feet, lifeless bodies laying around like nothing but ragdolls, she admired your talent and skill, and adored your unrestrained personality. You were long gone, the guard watching you run out the city gates, and suddenly a feeling of longing settled in her chest.
For a moment she forgot all about Snow White and her petty disputes, remembering your pretty eyes instead. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have such a strong, uncompromising woman by her side, mighty yet compassionate and gracious. She used to be like that herself, a long time ago before the world hardened her smooth skin and sharpened her warm eyes. How you managed to keep your pure righteous heart in this cruel place and time was an enigma to her.
“Finn!” She calls again as he crawls to her presence more frightened than ever before. “Find her. You did it once, do it again. Find me that girl.”
This time it wasn’t to threaten or execute you for your actions. She wasn’t mad at you, she wanted you desperately by her side. Not only would you be a perfect protector for a hated figure in her position of power, you seemed to have a wit many people could only dream about. You were determined, strongminded and you weren’t scared to disagree with her, yet you did so politely and non-judgmentally. Maybe protection of her life wasn’t the only reason she wanted to keep you close after such a short encounter. Maybe she would be able to see you as her equal friend and partner.
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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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Sending love hope things work out <3 what about lucnes either fake relationship or first kiss (whichever one you prefer)
I'm indecisive so...both?
Nesta x Lucien : fake dating + first kiss
"And Scythia?" Nesta continued, voice low, "You're almost fluent now, I'm honestly surprised Vassa hasn't managed to cage you in her castle yet."
"Not for a lack of trying, no." Lucien shrugged a little, standing so close she could feel the heat coming off him, "I'm not sure I'll stay, I think I've found myself overly attached to being..."
Lost. Out of place. Home-less. Unwanted.
There were a thousand words to describe what they both seemed to feel, each crueler than the last.
"A vagabond?" She offered.
He smiled his half smile, "I suppose so."
They were in the west gardens of the River House, just outside of the pool of warm light and drunk laughter spilling out from the inside.
If anyone asked, they would say they were on a smoke break or having some little tryst, neither too keen to fondle each other in public, unlike their hosts.
But no one would ask.
Lucien's breath was visible in white puffs, his body heating to fight the cold, "And you? I was a little surprised to receive your last letter from Ravenna."
It was Nesta's turn to shrug, "Things weren't so bad at first, at the time the Florian's still held most of the territory. A day or two after I left, I heard that madman, Orestio, burnt half the city to the ground."
"He sent emissaries, is advising we acknowledge his claim. Jurian says we should burn the other half of the city."
Nesta almost grinned, "Jurian's right."
Lucien chuckled a little. Real and warm. Everything about him contrasted to the people inside.
"...Thank you...for this...again." Nesta didn't know how else to put it.
Lucien gave something halfway between a scoff and a laugh then gestured at where they were, huddled in the dark, "You're not the only one...hiding."
Nesta wondered if that was how they'd managed to form their strange alliance, why that untrusting side of her hadn't felt the need to tear away yet; Lucien needed her just as much as she needed him.
Or at least, they'd needed each other once upon a time.
It had been three years since then and they only ever met six times a year to keep up the appearance of their elopement.
The betrayal that had nearly torn the city apart and all of it was a farce.
But it had earned them their exile, their freedom.
"Last round" Lucien said, bracing himself.
Their routine was now ingrained in them, back inside for half an hour more, then they'd excuse themselves back to the townhouse they owned. Half feigned privacy and half feigned courtesy.
The last round was always the hardest because the inner circle were always at their drunkest. The risk someone might instigate a fight even worse than the chance they might see through the act.
"Oh, just in time!" Mor exclaimed as they entered. She smiled, a little too wide as usual but Nesta felt nothing except the odd longing to tell her it was okay to be unhappy.
"In time for what?" She asked.
"It's tradition! You have to kiss when the stars fall." The words were a little slurred, "To bless your union...cursed as it might be."
Nesta wondered if she realised she'd said the last bit out loud. No one else seemed to react except for Lucien and Azriel simultaneous wince.
Nesta reached for a glass of champagne and downed it, nodding before risking a glance at Lucien. He took one for himself and downed half of it before pulling a face.
"Oh it's starting!"
They had never done this before, never needed to go so far.
Part of Nesta wondered if three years had been enough and she might suddenly announce their separation but she could sense Cassian's gaze even as Mor planted a kiss to his cheek.
So she kept her eyes on Lucien, silver meeting bronze and gold, then dipping her gaze to his lips - still wet with champagne.
His hands cupped her face, always so warm though they had nothing to do with the heat rising in her cheeks.
He leaned in until they were almost touching and whispered so low she almost missed it, "You could hit me, start a fight and run."
Nesta shifted impossibly closer, "...or we could kiss?"
His lips brushed hers, "...or that."
Their mouths met, slow as they pushed through their own hesitation. Nesta slipped her hands around Lucien and pulled him closer even though it felt like she might be on fire - hers or his, she wasn't sure. Their touch grew surer and surer until they broke away breathless.
He moved first, eyes closed and biting his lip to stifle the sound in his throat. Nesta might have pulled him back if he wasn't holding her still. She watched his face as his eyes opened then flicked above her head, at whoever else was in the room.
Lucien cleared his throat, "It was lovely seeing you all again. Please, excuse us."
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💚🌷 thanks for the ask
#mutual asks#my writing#acotar ships#lucnes#nescien#nesta archeron#lucien vanserra#nesta x lucien#anon asks#just for easy access tagging
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Thurinus
A companion to Agrippa, in more ways than one.
I
When you're four years old, your father dies.
You don't recall his face.
You are nearly crushed
By the crowds, stricken with the stench
Of burning flesh and flowers
On the bonfire that is Rome.
Your mother remarries. Her new husband
Has a son of his own.
He needs no scion of moneychangers
Polluting his dinner parties
Or drawing whispers
When you cannot stop wheezing.
II
You go with Grandma Julia;
Mother murmurs that she will write.
Grandma soothes you with stories
Of her little brother, who defied a dictator
While the Senate's "best men" shivered,
Owning nothing but his name.
Little brother isn't so little now
And flatterers pay you false praise.
You flout your stepfather by flouting them
For common Marcus Agrippa.
His name means nothing; yours, too much.
But he sees you, and not a Caesar.
III
You are eight, your sister eleven,
Her husband thrice her age.
Grandma's brother objects
In a dispatch that demands what you can't.
His legions cannot bring her back, but
There is thunder rumbling in Gaul.
As you turn twelve, Grandma dies.
You return to mother and her husband
And speak first at the funeral.
From Ravenna arrives a letter
Complimenting your Latin.
You reread it every week.
IV
You are permitted at Philippus' dinners
(For your stepfather is Philippus)
If you stay silent as Scipio schemes,
Cato conspires, Marcellus maneuvers
To conquer the conqueror
Who asks after your health.
You learn to smile at Cicero
And pretend to Pompey
And they smile back, for sickness
Has fashioned you small,
And you look younger than you are.
You let them think that.
When you are thirteen, the man who denounced a dictator
Becomes one.
V
Caesar's hairline is receding
And war has wrinkled his brow
But he bursts in at a banquet
With a laugh like lightning,
Invades Philippus' villa
Like he invaded Italy.
Caesar dissects you with his eyes,
Drenches you in self-doubt,
But you will not back away.
Throat thick, you ask a favor
For Agrippa's brother abroad,
Who betrayed Caesar for Cato.
VI
You're too fragile to follow Caesar.
You are a man yet not a man
Garbed in a grown-up toga,
Confined to your mother's care.
A steward stole your inheritance,
Leaving nothing but your name.
Caesar brings back the brother
Whole and healthy. The hug
From your best friend makes you
Want.
You wonder, but dare not ask,
What Caesar felt for Nicomedes.
VII
You can tell you're being tested
Supervising Caesar's triumph.
You faint, sun-stricken, feverish
Your thin form failing again.
Caesar sails for Spain without you.
You follow anyway.
At seventeen, you're seasick,
Shipwrecked on the Spanish shore,
Roused by Agrippa half-drowned.
You cross enemy country,
Are received in Roman camp.
Caesar is speechless.
VIII
You get no grace from your great-uncle.
Caesar showers you with work
And compels you to give commands.
Half-panicked, you keep pace,
A drizzle to his downpour,
Refusing to be riven.
You bring Agrippa on the boat home,
And steel yourself for a storm
From Caesar--who smiles,
Doesn't care if you share a bunk,
Sends you both to the Balkans
To assault Parthia at his side.
When you are eighteen, your idol and idealism
Are stabbed to death.
IX
The legions want you not to leave.
Caesar's blessing is a blade
In your back, a poisoned plum.
They promise to protect you,
But your mother begs you come
And Agrippa is all the armor you need.
Evasion's impossible: Italy
Embraces you, and grown men grieve
As you've never seen. "Caesar"--
His name is a nation's hymn.
They wonder about his will;
You didn't think he could die.
X
You weren't his closest kinsman:
Pinarius has better blood;
Pedius, years of service.
Lucius has the lineage
And Antony has it all.
You're hardly one-half Roman.
Philippus sends strange letters
Warning you, but for what,
He won't put in writing.
You meet him and your mother
With visitors in their villa.
Caesar's people procured his will.
XI
A pittance to Pedius and Pinarius;
A provision to the Roman poor;
To Antony, nothing; to Lucius, less;
All else, he left to you: his land,
His books, his bank accounts,
His network and his name.
A posthumous adoption: possible,
But odd, and Caesar's perfect prose
Is unusually unclear.
He's left you one last exit
To comfortable obscurity.
But if you're brave--
XII
"It's madness," says your mother,
Who sees only your small bones.
"A folly," says Philippus,
Who cares only for his comforts.
You push past them, grab Agrippa,
And sit down with Caesar's men.
You are eighteen. Agrippa's lips
Are the first to utter your true name,
Which you hadn't known till now.
You will murder the murderers
Who felled your father, but tonight,
As thunder rumbles in Rome,
You kill Gaius Octavius Thurinus,
And rise as Caesar.
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