#'oh she was executed for treason.'

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Was thinking about that old Jurassic Bark AU I barely spoke about set in like... Medieval fantasy kinda land and Roxy, Monty and Chica are all the highest (or close to) commanders of their respective kingdom's armies. Roxy being King Bonnie's adopted sister (as she normally is in my AUs lmao), Chica being Queen Freddy's childhood best friend, and Monty being King/Captain Foxy's best comrade in arms.

The three of the kingdoms are at war over a treasure that's said to belong to the kingdom that truly belongs or whatever I don't remember and none of them knows where or what it is. The idea was that once one of them got the treasure, they would be the ones powerful enough to bring peace to the land however they see fit. None of them have actually thought about what they're gonna do, but they know they can't let the other guys have it, because they don't know what they'll do either.

The story was that the three of them got separated from everyone else and are forced to work together. Surprise! The treasure is the friends we made along the way! And in their efforts to stop this bullshit, that friendship shifts into oh fuck they're in love whadda hell

So I was thinking about this again, and aside from some cool story scenes, it'd actually be really funny if Monty and Chica didn't know that this Roxy is Prince Roxanne. Because she's obviously not a rabbit. She mentions it and they straight up don't believe her lmao

Chica and Monty have managed to get to common ground. They've started talking more casually and enjoying eachother's company, which is strange, but it's making the situation more tolerable. Roxy has been mostly keeping out of it, but they finally get her talking when they're bitching about their respective leaders. They push her into saying literally anything about King Bonnie and start making some wild assumptions and she just.

Roxy: I miss him...

Chica: You... You what?

Roxy: .... We just... We're not normally apart this long... It's weird...

Chica: You're no-

Monty: ARE YA BANGIN' THE FUCKIN' KING?!

Chica: PFFTVSHBDUDBDIHBDJDHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Roxy: What?!

Like!! Can you imagine that conversation??? Lmao they thought they were all just lucky to land their positions or worked really hard for it and then Roxy's just there in the royal family living the fucking high life. They don't believe her for ages and she proves it when they have to cross into a village she's familiar with and they greet her with so much excitement. Monty and Chica like what do you MEAN she's next in line cause Bonnie doesn't have a child??? What do you MEAN she was adopted by royals????? What do you MEAN she's been thrown into battle a million times when she's so important to the survival of her kingdom????

They're having a time of it! Roxy doesn't see the big deal honestly. So she's next in line, so what? Do they honestly think she'd let her brother die first?? Tch idiots. She also has to keep reminding them that she does NOT have royal blood, or lord blood, or anything like that. She's got lower class blood than both of them and neither of them can wrap their heads around this.

[rig-a-rendal]

if anything the whole “ew criston is acting like such an incel” “get over it! she was pretty/you enjoyed it!” is so. it’s SUCH a tone-deaf continuation of belittling and vilifying male victims of sexual assault, especially in cases where the perpetrator was female. and i for one. will not stand for it

[etfrin]

❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter twenty-two | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 NSFW | canon typical violence, canon typical deaths, murder, coriolanus snow | lmk if I forgot anything

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 Coriolanus and Sejanus have a talk, and oh! Coriolanus has blood on his hands again

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 most of this chapter is directly from the book! Hope you like it!

Beta read by @nowitsmissing 🩷

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Coriolanus Snow and Sejanus Plinth were given the job of taking care of the jabberjays that were sent from the Capitol. It seemed like yesterday he and Dr. Gaul had a conversation about these words. He swallows the bitter feeling down his throat. The things he would do to get that time back.

He sighs, checking out the jabberjays in the cages. Snow and Sejanus didn't talk yesterday when he had stopped him from going after the girl they captured yesterday. Coriolanus looks at Sejanus, only to see him not by his side

Coriolanus finds him a bit further away, near the prison window in which the girl was kept. Coriolanus' eyes widened, annoyance filling in his veins. How stupid was this of Sejanus! Anyone could see him right now and get his ass in prison as well. How fucking typical of him. Of course, he was going to try to be a saint. The privileged stupid fuck.

“Sejanus,” he hissed, “Get here right now.”

Sejanus turns, a surprised look on his face before he relaxes. “Coryo,” he sighed, clearly thinking that it was fine. It's not and Coriolanus is mere moments away from punching him for his carelessness right now.

Sejanus looks at the girl. “I promise I will come back,” he said. Coriolanus frowns as he hears the words. Sejanus follows him near the jabberjays again.

“Are you insane?” Coriolanus asked, his eyes conveying his anger.

Sejanus winces and replies, “She's innocent.”

“She's a rebel!”

“They just wanted to go to the north! They just wanted to escape!”

Coriolanus looked around, nobody was around. “Lower your voice, Sej,” Coriolanus warns. “I have something good going on here. You have something good going on here. Don't ruin it.”

Sejanus' eyes cast down and Coriolanus knows. He knows something is wrong. Sejanus Plinth is gonna fuck up again. Big time.

“What is it?” Coryo asked, trying to soften his voice.

“You told me I could do something. You told me I could make a difference.”

“Like this!” Coryo hisses, “By being a rebel?”

“There is a group of locals getting out of District 12 for good.”

Coriolanus' breath hitches, but he doesn't say a word. His eyes fell to the remote, the button was pressed, then the jabberjays would record the Plinth boys’ exact words. Sejanus is distracted enough by his rage towards the Capitol that he doesn't notice Coriolanus pressing the button.

“You have to impress Dr. Gaul,” your voice reminds him.

Snow signed Sejanus Plinth's death warrant and he prayed that it was enough of a price to get him back to the Capitol. Back with you. Back with his birthright. He is simply taking what is his. This was a golden opportunity. It's really on Sejanus that he's being irrational.

Sejanus continues to talk.

“They're going up North to start a new life, far away from Panem. They need money for supplies. They told me we could go with them if I got it for them. You could come with us.”

“You're giving money to the locals,” Coriolanus said incredulously. His hatred for Sejanus increased greatly, he no longer cared about what he was doing. It was deserved.

“I can't stay here. I won't. They're not planning to do anything dangerous, okay.”

“It’s all dangerous,” Coriolanus replied.

“The leader, Spruce, wants to get his sister, Lil, out of jail."

“Are you insane?”

“Hoff is gonna execute her just because she knows the man. It's wrong.”

‘That’s not your problem!’ he wanted to yell. He doesn't.

“I am gonna help him get her out,” Sejanus continues.

“It's treason, Sejanus.”

“Nobody is gonna get hurt,” Sejanus defends.

“I am just doing what you told him to do at the arena.”

Coriolanus subtly rolls his eyes. He didn't mean it this way. This was all Sejanus. “I was just trying to save you,” Coriolanus snarls, “the first time you did stupid enough to ruin my life.” Coriolanus questions, “What if they catch you bringing this woman off base?”

“It's worth the risk to do the right thing.”

“For you,” Coriolanus emphasizes, reminding Sejanus of his privilege, “Your father will just buy your way out of it like he always does. While I'll be hung just for knowing you.”

Coriolanus takes a deep breath, “Don't do this.” Despite everything Sejanus was his… friend for a lack of words. He would throw away the remote if Sejanus agreed with him. Instead, Sejanus walks away. A silent protest. He will do it. And that leaves Coriolanus with no choice.

He stops the recording before checking if it recorded every word. It did. He places the jabberjay cage on the supply train, knowing that it is to go to Dr. Gaul.

Coriolanus did what he had to.

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Coriolanus was in The Hob, along with you. Your head was on his shoulder, his arm possessively around your waist. You both were in the corner, listening to Lucy Gray sing. Coriolanus wondered briefly if he should tell you what he had done but decided later would be a better time.

Coriolanus sees Sejanus walking inside the back door of The Hob. Coriolanus' eyes narrow. “I'll be back,” he murmurs to you, his lips kissing your temple before he leaves you alone to follow Sejanus.

As he took a step in, he froze, suddenly aware of the barrel of a shotgun positioned inches from the side of his rib cage. He drew in his breath and was beginning to raise his hands slowly when he heard the quick tap of shoes behind him.

“So you guys slip in,” Lucy Gray said behind Coriolanus. Before Coriolanus can say anything, Spruce pulls him in and Lucy Gray follows without understanding the danger.

Sejanus jumps in, “No. It’s alright, Spruce. He’s with me. They’re all with me.”

The rebel looked them over. “Thought we agreed this was between us.”

“He’s like my brother,” said Sejanus. “He’ll cover for me when we run. Buy us more time.”

Coriolanus had promised to do no such thing, but he nodded.

Spruce redirected his barrel to Lucy Gray. “What about this one?”

“I told you about her,” said Billy Taupe. “She’s going north with us. She’s my girl.”

Coriolanus could see Lucy Gray clench her fist, then drop it. He had forgotten that she and Billy had dated. “If you’ll take me,” she said.

Spruce considered it, then shrugged and lowered the gun, releasing Lucy Gray from its hold. “I guess you’ll be company for Lil.”

Coriolanus’s eyes fell to the cache of weapons. Two more shotguns, a standard Peacekeeper rifle like the ones they used in target practice. Some sort of heavy piece that appeared to launch grenades. Several knives.

“That’s quite a haul.”

“Not for five people,” Spruce replied. “It’s the ammo I’m concerned about. Be helpful if you could get us some more of that from the base.”

Sejanus nodded. “Maybe. We don’t have access to the armory. But I can look around.”

“Sure. Stock up.”

Everyone’s head snapped toward the sound. A female voice, coming from the far corner of the shed. Coriolanus had forgotten about the second door since no one ever seemed to use it. In the pitch-blackness outside the lamp’s circle of light, he could not say if it was open or shut, or make out the intruder. How long had she been hiding there in the gloom?

“Who’s there?” said Spruce.

“Guns, ammo,” mocked the voice. “You can’t make more of that, can you? Up north?”

The nastiness helped Coriolanus place it from the night of the brawl in the Hob. “It’s Mayfair Lipp, the mayor’s daughter.”

“Trailing after Billy Taupe like a hound in heat,” said Lucy Gray under her breath.

“Always keep that last bullet somewhere safe. So as you can blow your brains out before they catch you,” said Mayfair.

“Get home,” ordered Billy Taupe. “I’ll explain this later. It’s not how it sounded.”

“No, no. Come in and join us, Mayfair,” invited Spruce. “We’ve got no quarrel with you. You can’t choose your pa.”

“We won’t hurt you,” said Sejanus.

Mayfair gave an ugly laugh. “’ Course you won’t.”

“What’s going on?” Spruce asked Billy Taupe.

“Nothing. She’s just talking,” he said. “She won’t do anything.”

“That’s me. All talk, no action. Right, Lucy Gray? How’d you enjoy the Capitol, by the way?” The door gave a small creak, and Coriolanus had the sense Mayfair was backing away, about to flee. With her would go his entire future. No, more than that, his very life. If she reported what she’d heard, the whole lot of them would be as good as dead.

In a flash, Spruce lifted his shotgun to shoot her, but Billy Taupe knocked the barrel toward the floor. Coriolanus reflexively reached for the Peacekeeper rifle and fired toward Mayfair’s voice. She gave a cry, and there was the sound of her collapsing to the floor.

“Mayfair!” Billy Taupe bolted across the shed to where she lay in the doorway. He staggered back into the light, his hand shiny with blood, spitting at Coriolanus like a rabid animal.

“What’d you do?”

Coriolanus gave her a push, and her feet started moving toward the door. “Go back. Get onstage. That’s your alibi. Go!”

“Oh, no. If I swing, she’s swinging with me!” Billy Taupe charged after her.

Without hesitating, Spruce shot Billy Taupe through the chest. The blast carried him backward, and he crumpled to the floor.

In the stillness that followed, Coriolanus registered the music coming from the Hob for the first time since Lucy Gray had finished her number. Maude Ivory had the entire warehouse caught up in a sing-along.

Keep on the sunny side, always the sunny side.

“You better do like he said,” Spruce told Lucy Gray. “Before they miss you and someone comes looking.”

Lucy Gray couldn’t take her eyes off Billy Taupe’s body. Coriolanus grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to look at him. “Go. I’ll take care of this.” He propelled her to the door.

She opened it, and they both looked out. The coast was clear. “You were never here,” Coriolanus whispered in Lucy Gray’s ear as he let her go. She stumbled across the pavement and into the Hob. He slid the door shut with his foot.

Coriolanus hears a knock on the door. “Coryo?” He hears your voice call out. Against his better judgment, he opens the door. Letting you walk in. “She's my girl, she won't do anything,” Coriolanus lets Spruce know.

“I…” You gape at the bodies before saying, “You don't have to murder everyone you're jealous of, Coryo. You know that me flirting with Billy Taupe was just me getting back at you, right?”

Coriolanus feels his cheek getting hot, a boyish embarrassment taking root in his mind. “I didn't kill him!” He defended, “It was him.” He points at Spruce. “I killed her,” he reveals.

“That bitch? Good riddance.”

Sejanus whispers your name, with tears in his eyes. You immediately soften, and Coriolanus wonders if he should kill Sejanus as well because he got you to react like that. Then Snow remembers Sejanus' impending future and lets it go.

“It's gonna be okay, Sej.”

Spruce stuffed the weapons back into the burlap bag. “They’re dead. I’m planning to keep this to myself. What about you three?”

“The same. Obviously,” said Coriolanus. Sejanus stared at them, still in shock. “Him, too. I’ll make sure.”

“You might think about coming with us. Someone’s going to pay for this,” said Spruce. He retrieved the lamp and vanished out the back door, throwing the shed into darkness.

You watch the rebel go. He’d successfully made it in and out of the shed without touching anything with his skin. Except for the gun he’d killed Mayfair with, of course, no doubt covered in his fingerprints and DNA — but Spruce would take that when he left District 12, never to return. The last thing he needed was a repeat of the handkerchief scenario. He could still hear Dean Highbottom taunting him. . . .

“Do you hear that, Coriolanus? It’s the sound of Snow falling.”

You and Sejanus follow him. Until Sejanus goes back to the hob to be with Lucy Gray and Coriolanus goes back to you in your room. “What was that? Do we need to hide the bodies?” You asked, “I can do something.” Coriolanus shakes his head, as much as he wants the help. He didn't want you involved, not when he was so close to getting out of here with you.

“The rebels will take the gun with them. There will be no evidence left.”

You nod. You pressed your lips against his lips, giving him the softest kiss he had ever received. “Be careful, Coryo,” you whispered.

“I will. I am sorry that this happened,” Coryo said.

“It's fine,” you smirk, “It's not like I cared about them.”

‘Do you care about Sejanus? He wanted to ask. 'Are you going to leave me for his fate?’

He didn't. He smiles back at you, before leaving.

Tomorrow is a new dawn.

Hopefully, Coriolanus' luck will work out this time.

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[mschievousx]

now and then | b.b.

pairing: benedict bridgerton x ofc

summary: loraine silva always knew she was not normal. she loves unusual things. she loves her father's guns, horses, boxing, climbing a tree, falling from a tree, engineering, astronomy... oh, and a man eleven years older.

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london air has never suited her. she could not put a name on it, but it was not like home—neither was her dorm, to be honest. hence, she found herself walking the streets one good morning.

she has always wanted to go to that art museum nearby but could not find the time to do so. university sucks, she gathered, but does love her program wholeheartedly. she really should not have been on this field though. engineering and astrophysics, perhaps, but they were harder to reach and unpractical. it is not to say she does not love what she does currently.

entering the place, she could not count how many times she already whispered magnificent in her mind. the structure, the artworks, the architecture—everything.

but, more than that, the girl was in love with art. she could not create her own, for heaven's sake, but she does love it.

so, she made sure to wander around to the fullest. the least she could do was appreciate others' works. of course, there were paintings she did not feel much—good thing she was alone though or else the girl has already yapped about it. she continued to go in deeper in the exhibit, admiring the genius of multiple artists. some were even hundreds of years ago.

she always found it unfair how we could preserve objects for hundreds of years but find it awfully hard to reach a hundred years ourselves. the things that are made outlive the creator. it was utterly unfair, but she thought.

perhaps, art was not meant for the present but for the future. it was made, not for the current eyes but for someone in the years to come.

in that sense, art is a form of communication through time. a kind of time travel, per se.

it was quite similar to schrödinger's cat. you could be present and absent at the same time. and that's exactly what she thought before her eyes landed on a huge painting.

she read its label, which was quite brief compared to the others, only containing the name, the artist, the medium, and the year created.

the execution of lady loraine silva

benedict bridgerton, 1815

"such a sad painting." she muttered unknowingly out loud. the girl was taken by it, intimately observing the details of the artwork.

"with a sad story too."

a voice added beside her. she turned to the man with friendly eyes as they both stand in front of the painting, admiring it. she pouted at that, the exhibit only placed the name of the works and no description at all.

maybe, it was a well-known art that does not even need to be explained as it speaks for itself, which she had to agree it did speak for itself. she was almost embarrassed that her being uncultured is showing.

"i am afraid i do not know the story well."

the man turned to her with intrigue—not that his interest was not already piqued before he even stood beside her. his eyes shined at that. he loved nothing more than to talk about the things he is well-knowledgeable.

"lady loraine silva is an eighteen-year old who was executed along with her father's second-in-command, colonel montague, for high treason."

she looked at him as she listened, lips parting in surprise, "oh, wow. i'd have to agree with you then. that's a really sad story—at a very young age too!"

he nodded with closed eyes as he continued, "benedict bridgerton, the artist, is said to be her lover. he finished the painting just weeks after the execution happened."

"damn," she whispered, letting her sight fall on the artwork again, "so much grief on a single painting."

"this letter is written by him." he stepped forward, gesturing to the letter incased in a glass near the painting before turning to her.

she followed his lead, walking near to read the two hundred years old paper.

give me your permission and i will continue to love you in another. believe that i will run amock across the universe until i find you.

and so, when you see the world ending in the newspapers, trust that it is my work because i still have not met you again.

she pursed her lips after reading, the man beside her actively watching her reaction. it was immensely sorrowful that she could feel the torment they must have been at that time.

she did not want to lose hope though. that was not her. so, she raised her eyes at him with a shine.

"the world is not ending. perhaps, he found her already."

his eyes widened just quite a bit, lips parting by her exceptional thought before a warm smile settled on his features, "perhaps."

she grinned widely—it was almost childish.

she let her gaze fall back on the paintaing across them both, a comfortable silence between them. it was amazing, really. people are so much in tune with their emotions.

"luke thompson."

the man beside her spoke once again. he introduced charmingly, putting a hand forward.

"francine silva."

she did not think twice in grasping it—and as she did, she could almost recognise him. she could almost tell he was somebody that she used to know.

"a relative?" his brows raised in surprise followed by a chuckle as he gestured to the painting, "you cannot possibly be a descendant because... well."

francine laughed genuinely, the sorrow of the art in front of them completely forgotten, "you'd be surprised at the amount of people in the world who have that surname."

she continued, gesturing to the exhibit around them, "do you work here? you know an awful lot about the artworks."

"you'd be surprised at the amount of people who work here and don't know a thing about these all." his familiar lopsided grin showed.

he was effortlessly funny as the girl jokingly narrowed her eyes to the workers who had their backs on the two.

he chuckled as he clarified, "i am an actor."

"really? that's amazing!" her mouth was agape at that, shrugging off her earlier thoughts.

ah, maybe that's why he looked familiar earlier.

the silva pouted right after, "i apologise i do not recognise you. i don't watch much telly nowadays."

luke shook his head dismissively as if saying it was not a problem at all, "you don't have to apologise. i am in theater and plays more anyway."

she gushed at the mention, "oh, i love plays!"

he beamed at her excitement, placing his fingers below his chin as if in deep thinking, "let me guess what you do. i am quite good at this."

she laughed at him acting serious with the game he started himself as he leaned to her for closer observation, "something related with arts?"

she blew a sigh, seemingly sulking, "i still can't even paint."

he stepped back at that, crossing his arms with a teasing judging look, "well, why are you here then?"

"can't i be an enjoyer of it even if i can't do it myself?" she rolled her eyes at his accusing tone before she continued, pulling a face, "i am on a break. if i look at cells, muscles, and neurons from my textbook for another second, i will die."

"ah, medical school then." he stated with confidence as the girl nodded begrudgingly.

"well, since you're on a break," luke began with a genuine smile as he playfully blocked her view of the artwork in front, offering his hand, "francine silva, what do you say for a quick tea?"

she beamed at him, her eyes shining like how the stars did one strange night during the regency period. she placed her own hand at the care of his.

"i thought you'd never ask."

they both knew they had to exit the museum together. they did not understand it, of course, but they may have felt it.

they may have recognised each other by touch alone. now and then.

perhaps, he was indeed somebody she used to know.

curious—how many people must have been listening to music they made in their previous lives, read books they do not remember writing.

how many people must have stared at their own art in museums with no recollection of the pain they had to go through to create that.

luckily, they stumbled upon each other today, just like they had three times before.

once in eighteen-fifteen.

once in eighteen-ninety-four.

once in nineteen-fourty-five.

perhaps, their love would be a little less painful this time.

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[purriteen]

Ad victor spolia, chapter three

content warnings: incest, manipulation, eventual Stockholm Syndrome, toxic & dark!Coriolanus Snow (as if that isn't his default), named!reader, ANGST, eventual smut, non-con, age gap (5-6 years)

author's note: this is where it gets really toxic, so be prepared please this is so OOC I’m ashamed

word count: 2,678

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Perhaps it was about image after all. Your brother had invited guests to what you had assumed was a private dinner, just the two of you. You recognized Strabo Plinth and his wife sitting at his right, but he’d saved you a seat next to him. Deep down you had hoped that their spending time together was just some phoney traumabond, after all Coryo’s classmate and fellow peacekeeper - their son - had been executed for treason when they were both serving together out in twelve, and the boy didn’t seem to have a lot of friends, at all. You knew why, of course. He was district. You still remembered the gossip surrounding him when you had first started middle school. He was in the same class as your brother, and the year after that they both went on to the Academy. Even kids your age were talking bad about him behind his back.

You gritted your teeth as you walked over to him, feigning a smile when he pulled out your chair and gestured for you to sit. You obliged. Only now did you get a good look at the people sitting around the table. You only recognized a handful, as some of the other high-up politicians working alongside your brother and an old classmate of his. Mrs Plinth gave you a warm smile, pointing towards a couple steaks neatly arranged on a platter not far from where you were sitting and saying something you couldn’t quite make out. You smiled and nodded, leaning over to grab the smallest piece you could find. 

You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. It felt like he was testing you - first he neglected to tell you about whatever this was, and now he wanted to see how you’d react. If you’d finally learned to think quickly on your feet. If your presence could actually be useful in these events. Even the gown felt like a test - presumably to figure out if you’d look good on his arm. Like he was trying you on, rather than having you try the dress on.

All that dining etiquette Coriolanus had forced you to learn when you were barely ten years old still stuck with you. That was the first time you got a good glimpse of your father in him. His impatience, the complete lack of compassion, the way he smacked your wrists for getting something wrong. At that point Tigris had intervened, but Grandma’am had simply shrugged it off and told some anecdote starting with ‘back in my day’.

You refused to even acknowledge his presence. You hadn’t been prepared for this, you knew you were still too vulnerable. Maybe that’s why he did it; if you broke down or embarrassed him in front of other people again, he’d have all the more reason to isolate you and keep building off of the story of his mentally distraught little sister. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of that.

You gloated in the fact that his guests seemed to take more of an interest in you than Coriolanus for a brief moment. An older woman you faintly recognised remarked on how much you’d grown since she last saw you. Another jokingly pointed out how you’d been the one to inherit your mother’s good looks. A pleasant laughter erupted from right next to you at this, but you could sense the tension in your brother’s voice. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest when you replied, “Oh, but Coriolanus inherited one thing I didn’t, our father’s talent for scheming.” You meant it as a half-joke, but you could tell by the subtle tightening in his jaw that Coriolanus wasn’t pleased. Meanwhile it took the other guests a second to determine that it was okay to laugh. 

It was laughable how shallow they all were, how they so loyally danced around on the minefield that was their president’s ego, all for just a glimpse of power. 

By the time dessert was served you were deep in conversation with the man sitting on your left, feigning interest in his latest endeavours within finance as he tried to work his charms on you. You were surprised at first, but you supposed it made sense that an up and coming young weasel businessman would try and use you and your brother’s position to better his own standing. 

You figured you could always use the excuse of common courtesy if Coriolanus decided to confront you about it afterwards. You’d never admit it, but you relished in the knowledge that you were getting on his nerves, and that you still managed to be subtle enough for him to not intervene. You reckoned that you were playing your cards well.

Until the guests started to leave one by one. Eventually you had to say goodbye to the young man who you’d learned was named Salus Bellthorn - judging by his last name he wasn’t anyone important, likely the son of one of your brother’s colleagues or similar - and one of your brother’s old classmates, who was surprisingly well-rounded.

Finally, it was just you, Coriolanus and the Plinths. You tried to remain polite, despite the distaste you felt for them for splitting up your family and humiliating Grandma’am. All you could think about was how she had died thinking her grandson had ditched her for a couple of greedy district folk. Soon enough he took notice of your suddenly uptight demeanour, making up some half-assed excuse about fatigue.

You didn’t like the thought of potentially allowing your reputation to become collateral damage, but you were pleased at the thought of forcing Coryo to clean up after you. He was always excellent at damage control. So it wasn’t surprising when he escorted the two of them to the front door to say goodbye, leaving you behind in the dining room with the remaining servants.

By the time he returned, all of that charm and pleasantry had melted right off of him. He marched right over to you, gripping your arm hard enough to bruise. You winced in pain, and he seemed to realise the two of you were still not alone in the room. He glared down at you as he tugged on your wrist, forcing you to stand up. He visibly cooled down, taking on his usual stoic expression, but you knew better than to think he was calm. “Helvius, clear the table and tell the kitchen staff they’re done for tonight.”

He didn’t even give his chief of staff the chance to reply before practically dragging you back towards the grand staircase, causing you to nearly trip on the fabric of your own dress as he rushed upstairs. Neither of you uttered a single word the entire way back to your room.

When you finally got there, he let go of his calm facade again, showing you the Coriolanus you’d grown to hate. He slammed the door behind you, each of your wrists in one of his pale hands as he held you in place. His eyes frantically searched your face for any sign of weakness, but you refused to allow him the pleasure of seeing you break again. 

“Did you enjoy your dinner party, Coriolanus?” You finally inquired, after what felt like hours of glaring at each other in silence. Your voice was dripping with venom as you spoke, taunting him. You watched as anger flashed in his eyes, before he took a deep breath. You liked knowing that he needed to put effort into keeping his cool because of you, despite the fear you felt in this situation. It took you until now to realise how hard your heart was pounding, but you figured you had nothing left to lose.

Just when you thought he’d calmed down, he shoved you down onto the floor, catching you off guard. You grimaced as you crawled back and away from him, all the way until your back hit the side of your bed. He followed, crouching down in front of you and once again trapping you beneath him. He leaned closer, as close as possible with your knees protectively curled up to your chest.

“You find it funny, don’t you?” He spat as he grabbed your chin, pressed between his pointer and his thumb. “Do you enjoy ruining your own future, my darling sister?” He raised an eyebrow, his tone deceptively gentle. “Every time you try to cause a scene in front of me my patience wears thinner, Hersilia. Right now? It is holding on by a thread.” You swallowed hard, struggling to keep up the stone cold, unbothered look on your face.

“Is this the future you want for yourself? You’re here for your own good, but don’t forget. I don’t need a reason to punish you.” He sounded harsher this time. Less filtered. “Even the districts think you’re sick, isn’t that amusing? No matter how much they despise me for simply keeping them in check, they’re no better than your friends. Happy to turn on you on account of gossip and hearsay alone.” He dryly chuckled, running his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Do you understand the gravity of your predicament yet?” You shiver, the back of his knuckle gently tracing down the exposed skin of your neck, until he gets to the point where it meets your shoulder. His hand slowly, delicately coils around your neck. Your heart nearly stops, and you look up at him. His eyes immediately meet yours, relishing in the fear he can sense in your gaze. Eyeing you like a predator inspecting its next meal.

“Why don’t you just poison me, Coryo? You think I’m a threat, or at best a burden. So why do you not just make me go away? We both know you have the means to!” You whisper, but it comes out more as a hiss, and even then he can still hear the resentment in your voice. You stay like that for a couple of minutes, eyes boring into each other, quiet enough to hear a needle drop. His hands stay right where they are, holding you in place and only threatening to choke, enough to keep you on edge. Your cheeks are burning up, betraying your attempts to show him no weakness.

He finally sighs and gets back up on his feet. He doesn’t move though, gesturing for you to get up as well. “I do not hate you. I do not wish to see you dead. You on the other hand,” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “You don’t seem to feel the same way. You keep pushing me away, after everything I’ve done for you.” He reaches out his hand, and you reluctantly place your own in his and allow him to pull you back up.

“Tell me, dove. Do you even realise how much I’ve sacrificed for you?” He waits for a second as if expecting an answer to his clearly rhetorical question, before continuing. “When you were little, Grandma’am couldn’t even look at you. Not after what happened to our father, she didn’t want to get attached. And Tigris, she tried, but when you got sick, she started to act like you were already dead. I stole food for you, slept next to you by the fireplace for a week until you started to get better. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.” He continued, a vulnerability, gentleness, in his voice that you couldn’t remember hearing from him ever before. It sickened you as much as it tugged on your heartstrings.

“Everything I’ve done I’ve done to protect you. You’re a direct target for my opponents, and likely even common men. I can’t stand the thought of losing you, dove,” He caresses your cheek, your head nearly spinning as you try and process all of this. “Ever since I returned almost five years ago now, you’ve been so distant, so cold. I was too busy trying to secure our finances to see that you were slipping away from me.” You could hear the trembling in his voice, see the bottled up desperation in his eyes.

“I just want to keep you safe, Silia. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Now he’s whispering directly into your ear, the hand previously wrapped around your neck now gently caressing your shoulder. “I won’t lose you like I did mom and dad, like I did Grandma’am. I regret so much that I didn’t try harder to be there for you, even when Tigris shut me out,” He shakily exhales, his words making you finally snap out of it. 

Your hands press against his chest, firmly pushing him away. You’re awestruck by the dishevelled, vulnerable look on his face at first. “What, what do you mean, Tigris shut you out?” He runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep, shaky breath. “Don’t you remember how cold she was after I returned? She didn’t even want me to be alone with you, you know. I figured she would’ve told you something, perhaps warned you to stay away from me. God, she was always envious, Silia, envious because she’ll never experience what we have, envious because she’s an only child. Can’t you see that?”

Your brows furrow, sitting down on the bed as you try to take a moment to think this through. But he immediately descends upon you again, crouching down once more and holding your bare, shaking hands in his as he attempts to make eye contact. “Don’t be like that, Hersilia. Don’t shut me out again. You know I’m the only one around here who truly cares about you. Why else would Tigris have abandoned you? Why else would your friends be so easy to bribe into leaving you? Why else,” 

He pauses, gently grabbing your chin and tilting it to make you look him in the eye, “Would I keep you here, as close to me as possible, when I could’ve sent you off to a mental institution, tried to do away with you? You mean so much to me, Silia. I just want to keep you safe. You won’t ever have to worry about going hungry again, about being kicked out on the street, about being found out as a fraud and humiliated by your peers. You have to understand, I was so afraid that you would break, that I’d lose you too. I truly believed that the only way to keep you safe was this.” He just keeps going, overwhelming you with all these new revelations. 

“Please. Coryo,” You meekly whisper out, tears rolling down your cheeks. “I need time to think, you’re, you’re confusing me so much and I don’t know what to feel,” You babble on, tears turning into sobs that wrack through your small frame. “You scare me, Coryo, your mood swings, this constant game of push and pull, it scares me,” You hiccup, and before you know it he’s got his arms wrapped around you, pressing your face into his chest as he strokes your hair, hushing you. 

“It’s okay, you’ll be okay, you’re gonna be just fine. Won’t let anything bad happen to you.” He kisses the top of your head, and you have no choice but to accept his shallow attempts at comforting you. You realise that he thinks that he’s got you now, that you believe him. You’re not sure if you do or if you’re still strong enough to resist him, but in this moment all you can do is fall apart over and over again in his arms, allowing yourself to forget for a moment why you only have him left to turn to in the first place.

Meanwhile, Coriolanus is overcome by a sick sense of satisfaction as you unravel right in front of him. He’s far past the point of feeling guilty now, no. He’s certain he can shape you into exactly what he wants in time, but he hasn’t forgotten how you tried to embarrass him tonight.

He’ll make sure you won’t forget it, too.

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[fancyfeathers]

Normalized Genshin Yandere AU

Yandere Neuvillette‘s darling escaping his grasp

going with this post

I had fun writing this, let me know if you want a part two or to know about the other travelers/darlings

You were a young noble woman, you had inherited your family’s fortune after your parents’ execution, treason they say. You were left with a fortune hut no one who wished to do business since your reputation hasn’t been anything but soiled so you were left alone, lonely with a dwindling fortune, draining and draining. In a few months you would not be able to afford anything, you had to let go much of your staff, leaving you to care for your family’s estate on your own, well and your head maid, Gwendolyn, the only maid. She practically raised you and one of the people who believed in your parents’ innocence. You both had your suspicions since this only came about a few weeks after you rejected a marriage proposal from the Supreme Justice of Fontaine himself. He made small comments and veiled threats but you never thought you would see him do something like this. Framed you parents for a crime, no one believed it but you, Gwendolyn, and a few staff members you had to let go.

You would be on the streets soon, well you would if Gwendolyn hadn’t offered to let you move in with her once you lost the estate… once you lost the estate… you will loose your childhood home, oh the thought made you weep and stay awake in the dead of night.

Now when four travelers came to you door on a stormy night, looking for a place to stay. It wasn’t hard to tell they were on the run, you had a good heart and you couldn’t just leave them in the streets where they could get kidnapped or worse. So you invited them into your home and dined with them, gave them place to rest and relax.

With your invitation they stayed about two weeks and they told you about their travels and why they left their homes. Each of them were on the run, spending time looking over their shoulder, some more than others, but at least they did it together. There was almost a yearning for you to join them deep inside of you and Gwendolyn saw this. So she sat you and everyone down one night and told you should leave, destroy the estate and what’s left in it and run, run with them. You found people who understand you and you must take it before it is taken from you or it is taken from you. “Strength in numbers” she said, “so make this four, five.”

You had contact the Supreme Justice to discuss his marriage offer tomorrow morning so you only had tonight to do this. So you, Gwendolyn, and the four travelers got to work. Your home was lucky enough to have gas lighting so you removed the stoppers in each lantern, letting the manor fill with gas. You packed a small suitcase, not much, clothes and a few keepsakes. Then you all stepped out of the manor and you watched as Gwendolyn took a match and lit a crumbled up piece of parchment on fire and tossing it into the gas filled estate before running towards you all.

You all watched from a distance as your beloved estate blew up in reds and oranges, fire so strong not even water could put it out. Now the travelers turned their backs to the fire and walked off and this now included you, the four had become five.

Neuvillette had arrived a few hours later, in the morning to discuss his offer. Instead of arriving to your estate to see you greeting him, he arrived you ash and ruin and Gwendolyn turning to look at him with a smile. “You will never find her, unless you like playing chase with the dead.”

It wasn’t to long later that you heard of a maid of a noble estate being charged with arson and murder…

Seems like you were walking dead now…

And who looks for the dead?

[the-white-void]

Unbounded by the Trivial

You are an imposter but you don’t really care about anything anymore so you just let it be, it’s not like if you try hard enough you could change it.

You had a normal life and whatever happened you just let it be, “it is what it is” was your motto in life, so if there’s anything you don’t have control over, you wouldn’t go out of your way to change it.

And so after your mind was blown off you woke up in genshin impact and let your holy luck deal with what kind of situation you would end up in.

Oh lo and behold the Knights have swarmed you with weapons and blockaded your surroundings “Welp, I ain’t surviving this shit” you thought in your mind, the acting grandmaster marched through the crowd of knights while you simply stayed on the ground looking at everyone’s feet “you have committed high treason for impersonation of the divine one” her voice boomed across the field “you imprisoned until the gods of the nation’s decide what to do with you” as she readied her blade preparing for an attempt of your escape “ok” was all yet happened, you a criminal with unknown punishment simply just letting it happen?

The blade still in hand in belief that you were bluffing, you stood up with hands upfront “So what are you waiting for?” This move stunned the crowd as the Knight in front of you cuffed your hands with a puzzled face.

Taken to the dungeons of Mondstat you just waited while trying to chat with the guards and entertain yourself with their reactions, some were repellent against you, some were hesitant to reply, and some even turned into a therapy session.

It didn’t take long for the true creator to know of your arrival and then immediately start planning how they will greet their precious baby in their palace.

The archons rarely meet one another and especially all 7 of them in the same room and here they are because of you. It all started awkwardly since no one knew how to start this off, after some time the silence was broken by Zhongli “So it seems we all agree that something needs to be done with the imposter” he said looking suspiciously at the Tsaritsa “If you all agree?” he questioned, all of them nodded in agreement “so then what would you like to suggest then?” the dendro archon asked the other gods, the anemo archon quickly jumped up “a simple public execution would suffice their grace won’t it?” the green bard suggested but some were hesitant.

Therefore the hydro archon proposed a vote, those who wish for the undertaking of the imposter were to raise their right hand, and those who opposed were to raise their left. 4 raised their right hand, Zhongli, Venti, Ei, and Murata all agreed to punish the imposter by taking their life, and 2 presented their left hand in a debate against the option which was from the dendro and hydro archon, many were shocked by the god of justice going against the idea.

“Why would you of all people go against this?” Ei stood up and asked her in disbelief “Well serving unjust justice is no different than committing a crime and based on what I’ve heard they don’t seem to be doing anything wrong” she stated as the Tsaritsa cut her off “Your reasoning lacks evidence, as you said you’ve only heard it” her tone cold and stern sticking a nerve on the hydro archon “that’s funny coming from someone who chose no side and that is exactly why I wish to see for my self who this imposter really is if you’d allow me barbatoes” to which he approved.

The Divine overseer of teyvat ignored all their duties and continuously daydreamed about how their reunion would go as they decorated their place on all your desires with a joyous smile.

A few days pass until the God of Justice arrived in the city of freedom where the imposter was held imprisoned. Upon entering faint voices were heard from where they were supposed to be detained but when she arrived expecting a violent prisoner but saw a knight shedding tears at a figure behind bars gently patting their head and mouthing words she could not decipher.

The knight saw the high figure then quickly wiped their tears and greeted them with their voice croaking “Your majesty, welcome to Mondstat, the imposter is held here” They gestured to your cell while you were limped on the bars looking at the god before you “so are you here to kill me?” this question was unexpected from someone with the face the deity that sees all “no but I am here for answers, specifically from you” she glowered at you “although I am against just killing you for no apparent reason other than looking like them I do have to know your intentions. Now tell” as she motions the guards to leave

You sigh and tell them what you know including some hints about your world.

“So you tell me you are from another world where this world is implemented as a game where everything is recorded as a story for people all over your world”

“Yep”

“I see… am I any good?”

“huh?”

“You did say all of teyvat became a game in your world so what did you think of me?”

“I don’t know, you weren’t in it yet”

A disappointed sigh left her lips while you were confused. “As much as what you have told me does seem farfetched, how do you expect me to believe this?” your expression was all drained from thinking about what you’ve been doing with your life “Believe what you want to believe, it ain’t really my problem”

“Aren’t you a little too pessimistic?”

“It’s from experience and from that I just gave up on controlling things that are out of control”

The hydro archon stood up to leave the saddening aura of the room “You are one weak soul aren’t you” she said before she left “I am… and pathetic”

Out of the dungeon waiting for the god of justice were the other six archons waiting for what was information about the imposter.

“What did you find out about them?” the god of freedom taunted “Nothing? I bet they wouldn’t even talk to you”

“They looked lost and defeated, but what they said is unbelievable… but possible”

“Sympathy from you? They must be lucky?” the war wretched god teased

“Well, what did they say?” the wisdom-thirsty deity asked

“That is not necessary, 4 to 2 when we decided if they are to be executed for the public and for their grace” the former geo archon imposed on the group.

Not long when the execution day had come when your head was locked in a guillotine, you were shaking no your body was but you just stayed still as your tears ran down your face.

After decorating their palace and planning how you two will be with each other and replaying all these scenarios in their head they finally descend upon the lands of teyvat but it was quiet… and silent and they finally realized that they have not checked up on the people for some time and saw what was to happen, nothing but rage was all they could feel as they dashed through the wind to find you

Your head was cut but you did not die, you were wide awake while looking at your headless body, it did not have muscles or bones, it was like a tip bucked with golden blood being spilt across the floor, you tried to stand up and so did your body and it worked like it was normal.

Many were horrified by the blood they had spilt, divine blood, but you simply picked up your head and lifted it above your head

“Holy smokes dude, this cut is insane, shoutout to my barber daug”

Then the earth began to rumble and the winds and thunders covered the sky before the Divine Deity you’ve heard of appears before you, several thoughts came swirling down your head until you dropped then the creator’s face turned to worry as they trembled from the sound of your head clashing with the ground, it didn’t take long for your head blood to run out where you fainted.

You woke up in the arms of the creator snuggling you close to their arms humming a lullaby you are unfamiliar with “Oh, you’re awake, are feeling any better? Do you need me to get something?” Their words going through one ear out the other “Are you that god they talkin' about?” “Yes but no need for such formalities my dear child” their tone giving off the feeling ling clouds “So you are like my parent now?” “I always have been” You were beyond confused but you’ll ask about it later.

“Ok, but what happened to uh.. the hydro archon?” You were curious about her since that day “She’s imprisoned like the others” “but she didn’t do anything” “Oh, I see very well then I’ll get her”.

She was released shortly after and she thanked you for your generosity but you simply wish for a chat every now and then, the Tsaritsa was also released since she was merely listening for information

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

Can you write a post with ur thoughts about the line "What have I done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law" cause alicent is the biggest hypocrite to me

Oh yeah this scene is where Alicent's true character shines through the most. She takes a situation where her son has sustained a traumatic injury and has been caught spouting treason and turns it into an opportunity to attack Rhaenyra and her family. Her hatred of Rhaenyra and desire to undermine her overshadows everything else.

Alicent disrespects the Velaryons at least twice in the scene, more than that it's in their own keep on the day of their daughter's funeral. This makes no political sense, as it just distances the Velaryons, one of the most powerful houses at this time. All she sees is how disparaging Laenor, Lucerys, and by extension Corlys, is a way to attack Rhaenyra.

Aemond has just been maimed, in part due to the constant of treason she teaches him (granted she doesn't actually know what happened during the fight). However, the main target of her anger and hatred is Rhaenyra, not Lucerys who wielded the knife, or Viserys who doesn't seem to care enough. She reveals her true motivation when she says her "iconic" line.

Alicent reveals her true reason for hating Rhaenyra and her family. Rhaenyra refuses to be bound by Westerosi traditions and isn't being punished enough for it. Rhaenyra being named heir is a break from tradition (not law as some TG stans claim). Rhaenyra has had premarital and extramarital sex and hasn't been disinherited or executed for it. Rhaenyra has had sons who aren't her husband's yet they are still declared legitimate.

Alicent is a woman who has been harmed by the patriarchy, but instead of directing her anger at the institution that hurt her, she instead focuses it on women who refuses to be used like she was. Alicent wants the women around her to suffer like she did. That's why she hates that Rhaenyra didn't force herself and Laenor to have sex despite neither wanting it. That's why she wants Rhaenyra to sacrifice everything for Aegon's claim.

This bitterness and hatred is Alicent's core motivation, tainting even things that are supposed to be good. Alicent's love for her children is corrupted by her desire to put Rhaenyra "in her place", hence why she hurts each of them in her pursuit.

Anon, you are very much correct, Alicent is a massive hypocrite. To her the Faith, Westerosi law, and the good of the realm mean basically nothing. Her only priority is upholding the patriarchy and ensuring Rhaenyra suffers at least as much as she did.

Alicent preaches honor and decency, protecting the realm, protecting her children, and following the law while she disregards and trapples each of them. She supports and protects murderers and rapists, where's the honor or decency in that? She causes a war to put an incompetent drunk on the throne, killing thousands of innocent people and burning a massive chunk of the land. She sentences each of her children to death with her actions. And finally, she commits treason again and again, which is obviously breaking the law.

Rhaenyra is right, we know all we need to about Alicent once this scene is over. She's nothing more than a bitter and vengeful hypocrite who wants to tear Rhaenyra down because she rebels against the system.

[fritoley]

The Dragon Prince Thoughts 6x01 - Startouched

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“We are, all of us, stardust. Held together by love, for an instant.”

OMG THE MERCIFUL ONE IS SO PRETTY

Why do her eyes glow but not aaravos’??

I completely forgot about what happened in s5

“I’m alive?!”

H E ‘ S A L I V E

LMAO THE WAY TERRY JUST PICKED HIM UP

“Blood of child.”

OH MY GOSH CLAUDIA

gurl got her azula arc on

OMG SHE KILLED SPARKLEPUFF

how did she even know about the spell?? 

Did aaravos tell her something off screen

Viren’s ready to lose his shit seeing claudia with her missing leg

I’m surprised he didn’t

Terry just accepting all this is wild

“I must face my truth…in Katolis”

Okay wait i was not expecting that from viren 

I wonder what’s going on in his head. What does he want to do in katolis?? Why would he leave claudia behind when he knows he could be executed? Does he want to atone? Pay the time for his crimes?? So many questions

Claudia’s hysterical screaming is really reminding me of azula

I think it’s hilarious opeli is completely fine taking soren and ezran’s shit but on the edge of a breakdown when serving viren back in the first saga

Like they still stress her out but at least she’s not trying to arrest them for treason—

Barius being real about not telling the other kingdoms the other rulers were willing to follow viren which means they could still be not on the best terms with xadia

“Lots of books. I like books.”

Callum’s clueless narration is the funniest shit lmao

OOH RAYLA’S HAIR IS SO LONG GAHHHH

“Sometimes I wonder where my mom is too.”

LISSA MENTION

BRO WHAT WHY’S HE HOWLING TOO HAHAHAHAHHA

“The inside is my famous brown sludge, melted and molded.”

Brown sludge is chocolate it’s canon

Wait if it’s candy won’t it eventually melt—

“But you’re never going to leave me. Because I’m leaving you first.”

WHAT THE FUCK WHY DID CLAUDIA JUST LEAVE

Like i know she’s losing it but REALLY—

this episode was jam packed with all kinds of buildup, and i thought it was suuuuper fast-paced. I’m excited to see what they’re going to do with the pearl, starscraper, and zubeia, but this time i REALLY think they’re finally going to talk about lissa. Not bad overall.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Jason: Wow you guys are really going the mile to find this Percy guy.

Annabeth: Of course we are, why wouldn't we?

Jason: Oh no, I don't mean that as a bad thing. I think it's sweet you guys care so much.

Clarisse: Speaking of do you know when the Roman army's gonna be knocking on our door to demand you back?

Jason: confused Why would they do that?

Annabeth: nods Yeah, I was gonna ask if you had any idea when or how your Camp will be arriving so we can make plans.

Jason: realisation Oh, no you've got it all wrong. No ones coming.

Clarisse: What, do we need to send em a message and tell em your here? You'd think they'd have figured it out by now.

Jason: Guys, no one at Camp Jupiter is looking for me. Nor do they care about bringing me back.

Annabeth: What?! What do you mean they're not looking for you?! I thought you're one of their leaders.

Jason: Exactly that, they're not going to be searching for me or anything like what you're doing. I am one of the leaders yes, but I'm also Jason Grace so that doesn't mean anything.

Annabeth: Explain. Now.

Jason: My Camp have wanted to get rid of me since the day I joined. I was a wild thing, trained by Lupa and I embody everything they hate the most.

The only reason they keep me around is because they don't want to piss off my father. But that hadn't stop the many attempts on my life.

Clarisse: Than why make you Praetor?

Jason: Oh that's simple, because than they own me.

Annabeth: Jason...

Jason: I can't leave, not on my own accord that is. I'd be executed for treason, despite being in charge.

It meant that I'd be the one leading them into the Titan war, I was never meant to survive it. They've been planning "an accident" for me for a while. This works in their favour.

Clarisse: I hate that your so fucking calm about this.

Jason: shrugs I'm used to it.

Annabeth: So if we handed you over in exchange for Percy... They'd imprison and or kill you...

Jason: Bingo.

Clarisse: And you were just going to let us do that?! What is wrong with you?!

Jason: Do you want the list? I'm bound by service, I'll have to return eventually. At least this way, I can help someone else.

Annabeth: Yeah, no we're figuring out a new plan. And a way to get you out of this bind.

Jason:... Why?

Annabeth: Because we're not Camp Jupiter, and we like you. We would search for you.

Clarisse: Yeah, you're all of our little brother now.

Jason: smile I've always wanted a family.

Annabeth: Speaking off... Let's not tell Thalia just yet, she might start a war.

Clarisse: I'd help her but I get it, peace and diplomacy and all that.

Annabeth: smirk Oh trust me, we're going to be having some serious words with Camp Jupiter.

Clarisse: grins See now you're speaking my language.

[anarchiii]

Worlds apart-12 —ACOTAR x TOG AU

Part Twelve | warnings: angsttt, violence? | Azriel x Celaena Sardothien

Summary; pain and sorrow one after the other, Azriel decides that maybe he isn’t meant for this world, but maybe for another…

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

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Celaena’s POV

Two weeks of slaughtering near-innocents and the party was here, and she couldn’t be more tense, she had heard that Dorian was her partner for the gathering and that had horrified her, Celaena prayed that the King wouldn’t punish him for it, there was only so much guilt she could handle.

Though it had killed her, she had given Fleetfoot to an old friend of her’s, a lovely baker that was sure to spoil the dog rotten, Fleetfoot had become too depressed and lonely with her so busy, she couldn’t take care of her, she’d vowed to retrieve her when the time was right. If there was ever such a time.

She shuddered out a breath as she waited for the Crown-prince, standing on the icy sidewalk, she couldn’t be more cold, her plain black jacket did nothing against the frigid night, it was spring and yet not, the flowers had still not bloomed, the birds had yet to start their song.

The panting of breath announced Dorian’s arrival, she turned to find him already watching her, he wore a fine black suit with silver accents, nothing more was needed, he nodded towards the waiting carriage and she took that as her queue to follow him into it, death-staring the driver as she got in. He had watched her the entire time she had been shivering and had done nothing. Bastard.

Thankfully, the inside was a lot warmer but still had a chill to it, the Prince and the Champion sat side by side, not saying a word to eachother, Celaena was too busy wondering where she had seen the drive before to care about conversation, perhaps the man had picked her up once before? No not possible, Arobynn didn’t hire the same Carriage driver twice. Perhaps she had just seen him on the street before. That made more sense.

“Celaena,” Dorian started, she turned to him, wary blue eyes watching sapphire one’s, he pursed his lips as he watched her, like he was debating whether what he had to say was worth getting executed for, she hoped he thought against it. Wrong, “I want to help you, and I want you to help me, if we can get eachother out of this mess then we can both be free, I know it is treason but I can only watch you suffer alone so long, please.” He said. His eyes pleading. She had thought him smart but this was pure stupidity and madness, of course she wanted to be free and then run into the Staghorns and live there for the rest of her life but that was unrealistic, and it would never happen, besides, even if she got to live that life it would never be perfect. Because no matter what universe. Azriel would not be there with her, she had learned that hard truth these past few weeks, no matter how much they wanted to, they would never fit.

No matter if she bartered with the gods to make it so, they were star-crossed lovers, and that was all they would ever be, Azriel most likely had a mate in his world who was waiting for him and she her’s, she silently prayed that Azriel had realised the same thing and had given up, but she had seen the raw determination in his eyes right before he’d left, he wouldn’t stop fighting.

Celaena hated that she had given him such a sense of hope and how things could be, because if he came back, she would have to rip that all away, perhaps she was a monster, forced to fall in love and then damn them and herself. A monster.

“No,” she said flatly, staring out the window, watching the people go by, so unbothered and blind to what was going on, oh how she wished she was like them, “no?” “No.” Confusion and worry laced his face but she didn’t care, she wouldn’t let him get killed for helping her, she refused, Celaena adjusted the bracelet on her arm, content to ignore the anguish on her friend’s face until he got the idea, but if she knew Dorian—which she did. She knew that he was as stubborn as a child.

He cleared his throat, lowering his head, “very well then,” he said simply.

They did not speak to one another for the rest of the ride.

-

As soon as they entered the building, she went straight for the drinks table, grabbing a glass of wine and downing it before grabbing another, she may be undercover but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself, besides, Celaena had a incredible alcohol tolerance, she’d be fine.

In her peripheral, she noticed one of the King’s men was slinking about, staying to the walls and surveying the room, he noticed her gaze and instantly hid his face, disappearing into the shadows, she’d keep an eye on him, it was then that she noticed a lot of members of the Royal court and soldiers were here, a lot of Chaol’s personal men as well. Now that was odd.

Even stranger, she was feeling the wine a lot quicker than she should, her eyesight was a little fuzzy and her stomach was churning, what the hell? She’d eaten no food today, only wine.

The man was back at the wall again, watching her intently, a small smirk laced his face as she realised what was happening, shit— there was something in her drink, Celaena dropped the glass, the item shattering on the floor but she didn’t care, she ran to the nearest powder-room she could find but found the door locked, shit! “Please-unlock the door, p-please!” She banged on the door as hard as she could, her words slurred and stuttered.

She leaned her head on the oak door, attempting to calm her breathing, no such thing happened, it only got worse as time went on, sweat coated her skin in thick layers, yet she was so cold, Celaena felt as if her body was immobilising, losing feeling in her toes and fingers. Bloodbane. It was ironic, a few years ago when a travelling circus came to Rifthold, she’d begged Arobynn to let her get a reading to see how she would die, the creepy, grey haired woman had told her ‘poison, that is how you shall go,’ she hasn’t believed her, neither had her Master.

She started crying then, she had accepted that she would die one day but so soon, and so young? She still had so much to live for, so much to love, and now she would perish slowly at the door of a powder-room, the room she had always found useless and tacky, oh how wrong she had been, if only she hadn’t been so distracted by Dorian’s offer, she would’ve noticed the poison. Her Master would be ashamed.

Her tears fell in thick, salty rivers down her face, this was the end, a story ended too soon, the page ripped out of an unfinished book, she should have gone with Azriel, Azriel, the Shadowsinger that had stolen her heart without even trying. The male that had given her a sense of hope and confidence when she had thought it lost.

All her life she had been told happy endings didn’t exist, and she had fought them on that, told them they were wrong. Perhaps they were right after all.

The End.

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Alicent is the one who, despite his protests, made aegon king. If anyone commited treason it's her. Aemond has only done what she had been teaching him - to make war because Rhaenyra will kill them to take the throne (she literally says this in s1).

But great to excuse her because she is a woManH and woHmen can do no crime. Her sons are what she made them, if anyone deserves the guillotine it's alicent. But that doesn't fit the bullsjit Rhaenicent they are trying to paddle.

You are right, Alicent bears a huge responsibility for raising her sons to be monsters, and she does deserve to be executed for her role in starting this war as much as anyone. I am not excusing Alicent, my blog has been an Alicent hate blog for like 3 months. I have called her out many many many times for her endless failures and awful choices. She has failed her children in the most egregious and unforgivable way.

But Aegon and Aemond are what they are, and they made the choices that they made. They were grown men, not children. They knew damn well they were committing treason and that their actions would start a war. I will not baby then bc “oh my daddy didn’t pay enough attention to me and my mommy told me my sister was a big bad monster.” People are dead because of them. Alicent being guilty does not make them innocent. Particularly not when they had the power to the end the war and chose not to. If they were concerned for their lives if Rhaenyra took the throne, there were options. The citadel, marriage pacts, renewing their oaths to Rhaenyra and seeking to form friendship and familial bonds, sending the twins to be squires and cupbearers at Dragonstone as hostages to vouch for their loyalty. Serving the traitor Green council and their own mother and grandfather up to Rhaenyra on a silver platter and laying the conquerors crown at her feet as a gesture of loyalty and fealty.

The situation is what it is. Alicent can either double down, let Daeron and Helaena get pulled further into this mess until their lives are also forfeit. Or she can do what every single Green should have done from the very start— bend the knee to the rightful queen, and let Rhaenrya enact her justice and pray for her mercy. I am not going to condemn Alicent for doing the very thing I have repeatedly said that TG should do. This is best for the realm.

I am sorry for Aegon that his own family screwed him over and betrayed him so catastrophically. I shall not feel bad when Aemond and Alicent die. But none of that was Rhaenyra’s fault, who would have gladly given Aegon mercy and a position of honor in her court had he kept faith with her. Rhaenyra and her children should not pay the price for Alicents lies and mistakes. It is now Aegon or Rhaenyra, and I will choose Nyra every time and support each and every character who does as well.

[yandere-fics]

Ok so just from 5 minutes of pondering I've had to ideas plop into my head

1: Little sister who Bibi has provided for her entire life, you both grew up in really hard times and Bibi has always wanted to protect you, but you wanted to join the royal guard so she wouldn't have to steal anymore to keep you two fed, and she hated that idea because it was sooooo dangerous (there were so many hot women that would steal you away from her). The two of you have a fight and you join the guard, you go a while without seeing eachother before you're reunited. All the time away from you has made her much, much worse. She's gone borderline insane, she's always had a few screws loose but now she's downright terrifying. But she's kind of sweet. In a weird way. I kind of like the fiancè idea with this, maybe you were due to be wedded, when you meet Bibi again you tell her this and she silently loses her shit. Only for your fiancè to be convicted of treason and due for execution. But Bibi will be there to be a shoulder to cry on! It'll be okay, you nearly made a mistake and married the wrong person! You're so distraught you may as well drop out of the royal guard to grieve, she earns enough to support the both of you now anyway. You can even move into her quaters, just like old times!!

2: Manipulative younger sister who always gets what she wants. Ever since you were little Bibi would steal for you if you kicked and screamed enough, that habit slowly turned into subtle manipulation as you got older, knowing which buttons to push to make her obey your every whim. However one day the idiot goes and gets arrested. Maybe you don't even visit her in prison and assume she's been executed, until you wake up in the cells yourself to your delirious sister staring back at you. You left her ALL alone!! She was so worried about you!! But now she has a fancy new job, and the princess in her back pocket. So now she's gonna get what SHE wants. (I'm fishing for some gross noncon revenge fucking here. Bibi kinda snapping and realising you have been so mean to her for so long. But now everything is gonna be perfect, you'll see!)

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♡ Bibi With A Manipulative Sister Who Tried To Abandon Her ♡

(Already did number 1 a while ago so today I will do number 2)

You cursed the world for giving you such a terrible failure of a sister who clung to you every second of the day, she was basically useless to you which made going through life extremely difficult which is why from a very young age you learned to put your useless older sister to work, she couldn't hold a stable job to provide for you and she spent her days telling awful jokes, none of which you ever really found funny, but at least she could steal and at long as she could do that for you, you would humor her and laugh at her jokes on occasion, still the moment she got arrested you saw your opportunity and booked it along with all the money she had been saving under the floorboard at your room in the inn, selfish girl had been putting away money instead of just giving you everything she had, well that didn't matter now, she was gone and you had all the money you would need to hire a carriage and start a life outside the capital, and your useless sister would be dead by the morning finally. Your luck would finally turn around.

She really was useless for everything, it was only a matter of time before the bitch got caught stealing, oh well now you wouldn't have to act nice to her just so she'd steal a necklace for you, maybe in the next town you could find someone who would actually do what you wanted and not fail so you miserably. But that bitch just had to drag you down with her, maybe she was pissed you didn't even visit her before her execution and decided to accuse you of being her accomplice, stupid spiteful bitch. Either way you woke up in a cell with Bibi's stupid face hovering above you, pushing your hair out of your face and acting like she loved you just like she always did.

"Pookie, it really wasn't a funny joke to pretend you were going to ditch town, my joke is much funnier, don'tcha think?" You glared at her, what part of getting you arrested did she think was a joke and- how did she known you were going to ditch town, why would the guards have told her that? Or did she just suspect that because you didn't visit her jail cell? Honestly you still couldn't believe they didn't just execute her already, you were sure she was supposed to die this morning yet here she was petting your hair in a jail cell.

"Hehe it's really funny when you pretend to be mad pookie but I'd like that joke to be over now." She gripped your hair, tugging on it until it hurt as a way to tell you she was sick of the joke, she always did that when she wanted you to stop your 'jokes' as she called them, they weren't jokes though, you really did find her completely useless and hated every moment you spent with her.

"Anyways, I know you always said we had bad luck," You said you had bad luck but I guess she assumed you were including her, "But look! I got a job! The princess hired me to be her court jester!" You laughed, god the princess must be so stupid to ever hire this dud to be the jester, your sister can't do a damn thing right.

"The princess must be a dumb ass to hire you, you're such a failure, you can't do a single thing correctly and I'm so unlucky to be fucking stuck with you." Bibi yanked on your hair, now getting on top of you, one hand wrapping around your throat.

"Pookie, I already told you, your jokes aren't funny, leave the jokes to me you bitch." You froze a bit when she called you that, she'd never been anything but nice to you but you guessed you'd pushed her past her limits finally, still she was a weakling, it's not like she could actually do anything to you. "Here's a much better joke, you're going to fuck me."

"...w-what? Eww no that's not funny Bibi." You tried to push her off you but she stayed firmly in place already grinding her small bulge against your leg, her other hand moving away from your hair and starting to try to pry your pants off you.

"I think it would be really funny to pretend I'm forcing myself on you even though we both love each other so much, that's way funnier than you pretending to abandon me, now get to work."

[sunset-synthetica]

i'm genuinely wondering if anything actually bad happened under communist regimes ATP

Oh it definitely has, the issue is that when you have something actually bad that happened, it receives a disproportionate amount of attention compared to similar or even worse situations under capitalism/in western countries, details and nuance get left out or twisted to make it worse, and the REASON is boiled down to "well the reds are bad and stupid that's why they did it."

(Milada Horáková was put on trial and executed by Czechoslovakia's Communist Party, for example. She is remembered as a feminist and WW2 resistance fighter and survivor. She was convicted of treason, which is commonly believed to have been a fabrication, but that's the thing- about the most reliable source on it is Wikipedia, which is to say, not at all. I genuinely don't fucking know what happened. Any Czech source takes about 50 paragraphs to wax poetics about the evil brutality of communist ideology, rendering it and subsequently any other media using it as a source biased and mostly- if not entirely- subjective, in my opinion. The fucking 'fabrication' part is sourced from an opinion piece written by a staunch Czech anti communist.)

Anything bad that ever happened under communist regimes is blamed on the ideology and functioning of state itself, rather than human fault, unique conditions, outside interference, etc, while anything GOOD is watered down and said in a matter of fact way.

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Justice

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: Justice is served

There is an execution depicted in this (nothing overly graphic), so proceed w/ caution

Part 2 to Salvation

The King’s condition had drastically improved since his….treatments with Doctor Orolv had ceased, but he was not healed.  Nikolai’s hands still trembled, he still felt the demon creeping in his mind, dragging its talons against his consciousness, the fear of it breaking free gnawed at him, but one look from you, one touch of your hand against his sent the demon skittering to the corners of his mind, leaving the King’s mind completely and utterly his.

Since your husband had moved back into your rooms, since he began spending his nights wrapped in your embrace, the demon had not come out, it hadn’t even tried to emerge.  And Nikolai was happier, he was more productive; his wit and banter was back, he was back.  And it was all thanks to you.  Nikolai had been going mad, he knew it, thanks to the so-called Doctor recruited to rid him of the demon.  She had tortured him: waterboarding, whipping, branding, starvation, isolation.

All any of that served to do was anger the demon, rile it up.  And when Nikolai passed you in the corridors, unable to speak to you by his “Doctor’s” order, the demon would buck, fight harder than it ever had to get free.  Little did Nikolai know that you would be his salvation, not his downfall.  Now, Orlov was in a cell and the King had never felt better.

Nikolai peppered your face with kisses, drawing you from sleep.  “Hmm, Kolya,” you mumbled as you stretched, the silk sheets slipping from your body.  “Good morning, my beloved wife,” Nikolai said, kissing his way down your neck.  “My goddess, my angel, my beautiful Y/N.”  You smiled, accepting your husband’s kisses.  “Darling, as lovely of a wakeup as this is, I don’t have time for your distractions this morning.”

Your husband smirked.  “Oh?  Even when my distractions are so very enjoyable?”  He dragged his nails over your side, making you squeal with laughter, and you extracted yourself from bed.  “Yes, even then, my love.”  Nikolai watched as you darted behind the dressing screen, a sleepy smile on his face.  But when you emerged, wearing your kefta rather than a gown, Nikolai’s smile faded.

He knew that look that you wore: it was the look you wore when doling out punishments, the look you wore when reading guilty verdicts at court.  This was not the look of his gentle, loving Queen; this was the look of his Queen going to war.  “You’re doing it today?” he asked, and you nodded, securing your hair back in a simple braid.  “I am.  She’s been interrogated and cross examined.  A unanimous guilty verdict.”

Laisia Orlov, former physician, was set to be executed today for high treason and conspiring against the Crown.  And she would die at the Queen’s hand.  A Rakvan Queen had not performed an execution in nearly 200 years, but this case warranted an exception.  “I’ll be there,” Nikolai said, rising from bed.  “You won’t have to do it alone.”  Nikolai knew your reservations about this, but your desire for revenge and justice far outweighed them.

“Thank you, my love,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder.  “I’ll see you soon.”  You would visit your prisoner one final time before she was brought to the Square for the execution, where Nikolai would hand down the sentence.  Your guards flanked you as you made your way down several flights of stone stairs, into the belly of the Palace.  Orlov was kept in the smallest cell, barely enough room to stand in, yet she sat as you approached.

“Come to berate me some more?” she snarked, and you scoffed.  “No.  I’m here to offer you your last rights.  Not that there’s much hope of repenting at this point.”  Laisia’s eyes went wide.  “You’re going to kill me?”  “Did you really think there was another fate for you?  After you tortured your King half to death?”  Laisia laughed, a cold, wicked sound.  “He is no King of mine.  That man is infected with evil and darkness, and I will be rewarded by the Saints for my efforts to save this wretched nation.”

You crossed your arms, looking down your nose at her.  “If that’s what you choose to believe.  Make your peace.  You have a half hour.”  You spun on your heel and left, ignoring her cries of protest, the hatred she spewed.  Outside, the Square was packed with Ravka’s nobility, the judges, the lawmakers, the physicians–the real physicians–you’d brought in to corroborate Laisia’s argument.  Unsurprisingly, they were all appalled by her methods, confirming what you should have suspected from the start: she was a radical intent on killing the King.

Nikolai smiled when he saw you approaching, dressed in his military dress uniform.  “My darling,” he greeted, kissing your cheek.  “Any news from my wonderful doctor?”  You shook your head.  “Other than the fact that you’re ‘infected with evil and darkness’, no.”  Nikolai shrugged.  “Well, we already knew that, didn’t we?”  “How are you so nonchalant about this?” you asked.  “This woman tried to kill you, tortured you, and you’re joking about it.”

Your husband cupped your cheeks gently.  “Because, my love, she is nothing.  Yes, I was tortured, yes, it was horrible.  But you, Y/N, brought me back.  You saved me, you keep me grounded, you keep the demon at bay.  My salvation, my love, my Y/N.  If I have you, then nothing else matters.”  His declaration would have normally made you throw yourself into his arms, but the jeering of the crowd drew your attention.

Laisia Orlov was being led out by armed guards, her hands and ankles bound.  “Let’s get this over with, yeah?” Nikolai said, and you squeezed his hand.  “Yeah.”  He kissed your cheek and you stepped from the raised dais, walking to the center of the Square.  The guards kicked Orlov to her knees and dispersed, leaving the prisoner to you.  She looked at you with hatred, and you looked back with equal measure.

“Laisia Orlov,” Nikolai called, silencing the crowd.  “You have been brought before your King and court charged with high treason.  A jury of your peers has found you unanimously guilty and has sentenced you to death.  How do you plead?”  Laisia, to her credit, did not cry, did not tremble.  “I am not guilty,” she responded, voice steady.  “I sought only to purge the madness from you, and in return, I am to be murdered.”

Nikolai did not cower.  “As decided by the jury, Queen Y/N Lantsov will carry out the execution in a manner of her choosing.  My love…” he gestured to you, indicating that you may proceed. “Any last words?”  “This will not last,” she spat.  “It will return, rot his mind, drive him to madness.  Soon, your dear King won’t know the difference between the heavens and the earth.”  You bent so your face was inches from hers.  “I will stand with him between the heavens and the earth,” you hissed.  “If that is what he needs.”

You straightened and folded your hands, calling your power.  You started by slowing her heart, just enough to make her panic.  Then you cut off her airway, made her pain receptors fire, severed her aorta.  Finally, you flicked your wrists and snapped her neck, ending her life.  The crowd cheered, and you forced yourself to breathe.  You had killed before, yes, but that had been in war, in self defense, this was…..

You felt dizzy, like the ground was swaying beneath you, but before you stumbled, Nikolai was there, steadying you.  “I’ve got you,” he whispered, kissing your temple.  “You’re alright, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”  You nodded, letting him lead you back into the Palace.  Orlov’s body would be cleaned and returned to her family; you could offer them that small mercy.  “Nikolai, I–”  “Shh, it’s ok.  Let me carry you for a while.”

He didn’t mean literally, though your legs were certainly shaky enough.  You’d carried him for the past few weeks while he recovered, supported him while his mind and body healed.  Now he would carry you, comfort you as you processed what you’d just done.  “Justice,” you whispered.  “Yes, my love,” your husband replied, kissing your cheek.  “Justice.  You gave me justice.”

[what-is-canon]

Post-Dance AU (because I hate how George decided to completely eradicate the Greens *cough* Alicent’s *cough* line)

Jaehaera survives the assassination attempt by Unwin Peake because that poor girl did not deserve that horrific end and that’s that.

She and Aegon III bond over time, because these traumatized kids deserve some happiness and you know what? Maybe they are the only two people in the world right now who understand even a semblance of what the other has gone through (Aegon watched his mother die, Jaehaera watched her twin brother be slaughtered) and maybe they both recognize that neither of them is responsible for what their families did to each other so why should they resent one another?

Over time they become a great comfort to each other. On the days where one is particularly gloomy, the other sits by them and holds their hand and they are content to sit in silence together and neither needs to say what they’re feeling because the other already knows.

They are both very close with Gaemon Palehair. He and Aegon are close for the same reasons as within canon, while Jaehaera believes that Gaemon truly is her half-sibling, her last remaining brother.

Eventually, Alyn Velaryon brings Viserys II home from Essos, but the boy comes alone (a 12-year-old boy married to a 19-year-old woman, yeah I think the fuck not, not in my history, and besides even if they had been closer in age Larra Rogare hated Westeros so let her stay in Essos like she wanted and live her own life there and be happy).

Like in canon, Aegon is somewhat neglectful of his wife and friend in the wake of his brother’s return, but Jaehaera and Gaemon understand his actions. Anyway, they still have each other for company. Viserys is incredibly distrustful of Jaehaera, and Aegon pleads with Viserys to be more understanding of their marriage and the comfort they have found in each other.

Aegon decides to hold a feast to celebrate Viserys’s return. Viserys spends most of the festivities with Baela and Rhaena, preferring not to fraternize with the daughter of the man who killed his mother. In the company of his sisters is Daenaera Velaryon (aged up in to be closer in age to Viserys because an 11-year-old boy and a 6-year-old girl? It’s a no from me).

Daenaera manages to cheer Viserys with her happy nature, and he’s quite taken by how pretty she is. Unwin Peake, having never been exposed as the one behind Jaehaera’s assassination attempt (as is also the case in canon) brings his daughter to the feast in the hopes that she will catch the eye of Viserys, but Viserys has already taken a shine to Daenaera, ruining his plans once again.

The pair begin to exchange letters and (like Aegon and Jaehaera) bond over their losses. Viserys tells Aegon about his correspondence with Daenaera, and when Aegon tells Jaehaera, she decides to invite Daenaera to court as her lady-in-waiting. Viserys is delighted, and slowly begins to warm to Jaehaera.

As in canon, Aegon’s removal of the dragon eggs from the Red Keep causes a rift between the brothers. Unwin Peake continues to plot treason, conspiring to kill Aegon and Jaehaera so that Viserys may become King and take his daughter as his bride. But if his daughter is to become Viserys’s Queen, Daenaera Velaryon must also be removed. It is no secret by now that Viserys is very taken with the the girl, and intends to marry her.

Jaehaera and Daenaera eat the canonical poisoned tarts during a private dinner organized for the four. Aegon and Viserys narrowly avoid poisoning as they are delayed by a Small Council meeting. As in canon, Gaemon dies, devastating both Aegon and Jaehaera. The rift between Aegon and Viserys is mended as they help their respective ladies recover. Aegon and Jaehaera comfort each other through the loss of Gaemon, and Viserys proposes marriage to Daenaera, which she accepts. Oh, and Unwin Peake is finally exposed and executed (I still cannot believe this man escaped justice in canon, but not on my watch).

The four form a strong unit within the Red Keep and are, well, as happy as four traumatized young adults can be. They finally have the family each was deprived of at such a young age. Aegon eventually names Viserys his Hand, Jaehaera gives birth to Aegon’s five children, and Daenaera gives birth to Viserys’s three.

But unfortunately, canonical events must still come to pass. Aegon and Jaehaera pass away within months of each other in 157 AC; Daenaera dies some years later, and Viserys becomes his stern canonical self in the wake of her death. The crown passes from Aegon, to Daeron, to Baelor, to Viserys himself, to Aegon IV, who legitimizes the Blackfyres- who are now the descendants of both the Blacks and the Greens.