#and Frey couldn't even get her to stop

[origamihoshi]

At one point it would have been fighting but really at this point Serina is the hero and so she spends most of her time helping people and I loves doing that even if she doesn't give herself much time to herself. but that's what spending time with her wife is for.

[pixiecactus]

If George had a big brain like me, he would let Arya marry 3 times throughout her life like Nymeria Ny Sar. First she marries Jon and will have the classic Stark-looking children that George loves so much, thus fulfilling his original OTP dream, then she marries Gendry (maybe she will have more children too!) and finally she goes to Dorne and marries Ned Dayne, after her children are older and ready to take over. She would live a long life full of love and adventures. Now, I need to kidnap their editors to make that happen

this is the first time i'm hearing about nymeria and her three husbands, and this is the first time i've seen someone bring them up as a headcanon for arya to follow, i'm honestly impressed nonnie!!

i like the idea; i really do, but i've the littlest problem with it, personally speaking. after jon comes back from being dead, i just can't see him being able to have children. like if i remember correctly, in game of thrones the only thing that jon got to show that he came back from the dead was a few more scars, and that's it; there weren't any consequences at all (the dude died, ffs; he stopped being alive and human, and surely that changes your physiological processes and responses, no shit!) that's why it is very hard for me to believe that it is going to be the same in the books, so in my opinion, jon should be arya's last husband. the one she doesn't have children with, but the one that she stays with until her time comes, and in that way we have the "soulmates" aspect of jonrya tackled.

continuing with my opinion about your headcanon, i think that arya first husband should be edric dayne, i've to admit that in my own mind (because i can't write fics at all) i've played with the idea that when arya reunites with the brotherhood without banners, she asks for him, with the proposition in mind of a betrothal between them.

it's just that i like gendry's irrational jealousy, and it's irrational in my opinion, because, yeah, from a societal standpoint, edric dayne is obviously the one that is better suited for arya in a romantic context, but the only thing we saw in the books during that time was sweet and shy little ned trying to make a new friend, nothing less and nothing more, and gendry is behaving like the biggest asshole all around to him, and edric dayne did nothing to deserve it.

so i played with that idea in my head because i wanted to recreate gendry's irrational jealousy, because it was really plotless now that i think about it. the obvious answer was that arya was looking for alliances and armed men that house dayne could provide. what for exactly? i don't remember, and i failed to consider that we have fake!arya married to ramsay bolton, and we have an elmar frey on the loose (?) crying for his princess and their broken betrothal... so maybe arya realized that she couldn't escape marriage since she wasn't even in westeros for the damned thing to happen to her, so arya decided to take things into her own hands and choose herself who is going to be her husband.

so with all of that said, yeah, i think that ned dayne should be the first husband of arya stark, and i don't think that his genes would overrule the stark look from taking place in their children. (i know that house dayne has something with their eyes, but let's ignore it for my sake, please)

anyway ned dayne dies (sorry to my nedryas!) leaving arya behind with some children, and now arya as a newly widowed lady that already has offspring, i can see that giving her the opportunity of getting married to a landless knight (gendry!) without a lot of fuss... and maybe arya and gendry have children; maybe they don't. i've a preference for gendrya taking orphans from the wars under their wing and giving them parental guidance (aka gendrya invents adoption in westeros) i forgot to say that i see this happening after the nedrya children are already grown, because when you have a lot of children, consecutively, i tend to believe that they fall in a scale of neglect; you absolutely can't care for and support all children equally if you have a lot of them, like what we have with rickon, the poor boy is even neglected by the author.

okay, so gendry has to die too; again, i see this happening after their children are grown up, so arya has a "coming back home" moment, and that home is jon's arms.

i hope you're okay with me bastardizing your headcanon, nonnie; also, i want to ask, did you make ned dayne the last husband, because nymeria's last husband was a dayne too?

also thank you for sending me this; it was a lot of fun! and sorry that it took me one month and one day to answer.

(this has nothing to do with asoiaf, but i remember reading a book series during my teen years about the typical love triangle, you know, one girl and two boys, and how she can't choose because she loves both and how they ended up doing something like girl will stay in a relationship with boy a until his death and then she will start a relationship with boy b, because both of them are inmortals and if i remember correctly boy a was bi too, i just say this because now looking back i think that they should have been a throuple, but boy b being straight really fucked that up, which is crazy because i think that was a lot of queerbaiting between the boys too)

[rhaenyrastark]

ships i like from got and hotd

i am very much a multi-shipper when it comes to the universe GRRM has written, i do have to say however there is one ship that i really dislike and will NEVER read; Jonerys (Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen), i always stop reading when this ship is mentioned in fanfiction and i will unfollow blogs that ship it. i ship people that i think would be good or interesting together (or if i just like both characters and would find them cute together)

got (game of thrones)

Jon Snow/Sansa Stark

Jon Snow/Ygritte

Samwell Tarly/Gilly

Khal Drogo/Daenerys Targaryen (i know this one is a bit controversial but i found them so cute by the end)

Sansa Stark/Tyrion Lannister

Jorah Mormont/Daenerys Targaryen (more tv show than the books)

Margaery Tyrell/Sansa Stark

Oberyn Martell/Ellaria Sand (just make Ellaria her season 4 characterisation or book ver because she is so weird in the tv show after s4)

Oberyn Martell/Sansa Stark

Oberyn Martell/Sansa Stark/Ellaria Sand (in a triangle type polyamorous relationship, i dislike reading v-shaped relationships)

Bran Stark/Meera Reed

Rickon Stark/Shireen Baratheon

Gendry Waters/Arya Stark

Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark

Jon Snow/Arya Stark

Jon Snow/Robb Stark

Myranda/Ramsay Bolton (i love evil people with evil people that enable them to do more evil)

Trystane Martell/Myrcella Baratheon

Tormund Giantsbane/Brienne of Tarth

Talisa Maegyr/Robb Stark (i love Talisa, i thought their love story was such a cute thing from the show)

Arya Stark/Tywin Lannister (give me grown up version of Arya with Tywin, especially if they make the harrenhal scenes canon, *chef's kiss*)

Arya Stark/Jaqen H'ghar

Missandei/Grey Worm

Missandei/Daenerys Targaryen

Jaime Lannister/Cersei Lannister (toxic but they died in each others arms, tv show only)

Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth

Mirri Maz Duur/Revenge (Mirri deserved her revenge even if it inconvenienced Dany a bit)

Catelyn Tully/Ned Stark

Elia Martell/Rhaegar Targaryen/Lyanna Stark (i can only get behind Rhaegar/Lyanna if Elia is there with them and they all survive, otherwise its just shipping 2 people that started a rebellion because they didn't tell anyone what they were doing or a guy who stole and raped a women. Elia basically deserved better)

Aegon VI Targaryen (Young Griff)/Sansa Stark

Aegon VI Targaryen (Young Griff)/Arya Stark

Robb Stark/Roslin Frey

Loras Tyrell/Renly Baratheon

Stannis Baratheon/Davos Seaworth

Sansa Stark/Theon Greyjoy

hotd (house of the dragon)

DAEMON TARGARYEN/RHAENYRA TARGARYEN (i will ship this until the day i die)

Daemon Targaryen/Laena Velaryon

Daemon Targaryen/Laena Velaryon/Rhaenyra Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Laena Velaryon

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Harwin Strong

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen/Harwin Strong

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen/Harwin Strong/Laena Velaryon

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Laena Velaryon/Harwin Strong

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Laenor Velaryon/Harwin Strong

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen/Laenor Velaryon

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Laena Velaryon/Laenor Velaryon/Daemon Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Laena Velaryon/Laenor Velaryon/Harwin Strong

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen/Laenor Velaryon/Laena Velaryon/Harwin Strong

Laenor Velaryon/Daemon Targaryen

Harwin Strong/Daemon Targaryen

Laenor Velaryon/Harwin Strong

BASICALLY IF YOU COULDN'T TELL FROM THE ABSOLUTE LIST ABOVE I SHIP THE 5 (Rhaenyra, Laena, Daemon, Laenor, Harwin) IN ANY COMBINATION POSSIBLE BUT I CAN'T THINK OF ANY MORE COMBINATIONS RIGHT NOW

Aegon II Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen/Helaena Targaryen

Baela Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon

Rhaena Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon

Jacaerys Targaryen/Cregan Stark/Baela Targaryen (again in a triangle not a v)

Baela Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon

Rhaena Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon

Aegon III Targaryen/Daenaera Velaryon

Aemond Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (only in very specific circumstances; (1) when Aemond turns to team Black/doesn't fight for team Green, (2) when Rhaenyra is guaranteed to become Queen in the fic or (3) non-canon compliant e.g. no killing Lucerys, etc.)

Alicent Hightower/Criston Cole (they deserve each other, both sexually repressed and doing things for 'duty' sake)

Corlys Velaryon/Rhaenys Targaryen

Laenor Velaryon/Joffrey Lonmouth

Laenor Velaryon/Qarl Correy

[amber-laughs]

3, 6, 20

6. Which book or character did you not like at first but eventually grew on you?

when I realized Walder Frey was throwing in that sneak joke about how Robb didn't say "mayhaps" before he crossed the bridge I knew he was not to be tussled with. adopted him as my grandfather with haste.

20. A theory you pray never comes true?

I feel like I don't even have to pray bc to me its so obvious its not true but everytime I see it I wanna rip my hair out: Westerling Sister Swap.

Jeyne is not pregnant and hiding somewhere. I have no idea how more clear grrm has to be for people to stop saying this. her mother was poisoning her so she couldn't have Robb's baby. Its part of the tragedy of it all and its a beautiful tragedy I wish people didn't want to change it for ANOTHER hidden prince storyline, thats like 4 in one series. let it go.

3. Favorite sigil/house words

favorite house words: Honor, not Honors - House Westerling.

kinda gets to the soul of what everyone in asoiaf wants to be but can’t get over themselves long enough to attain. fitting for the Westerlings as the house we see them as.

favorite sigil: House Staedmon of Broad Arch

i cannot believe this was wasted on a house only 10 people have heard of. absolutely no relevance to any world of ice and fire stories just some guy named Pennylover

[digeethegenie]

The Tears of Yuyujo Yujo

Day 15 - Open Day 2 - Tears Heavensward (3.0) - Divine Intervention DRK 50 - Our Answer CW - Swearing.

The two sides of the same coin. Yujo Palms, Yuyujo Yujo. Which one will prevail, and will there be a Warrior of Light at battle's end?

The sight that greated Yujo when she reached Camp Dragonhead ripped a gasp from her mouth. Everyone, from the soldiers to the infirmary staff, sprawled out with clear brusing.

None dead, from what she could see, though. This was pre-meditated, She wanted them to know what hit them.

And she knew why.

In the middle stood Fray. Standing proud in the middle of the destruction she had wrecked. Yujo knew that under the veil of the dark knight, a smile was twisting into place.

She looked at herself and smirked, "They knew what happened at the banquet. And they still had the guall to ask us to 'surrender your weapon'? Mad, the whole stupid lot of them."

Indeed, the places where the people on the ground were hit were exactly the sort of places a mark would be left if hit full on by a martial arte, in particlar those of the pugilist's guild or the Fist of The Destroyer.

This only confirmed what Yujo had been susspecting for some time. Ever since the indicent in Limsa Laminsa, when Frey had said he had regretted getting on 'that' tiny boat of theirs.

Not caring that her secret was out, Fray spred her hands out to invite Yujo.

"Pay attention, Yuyujo Yujo, this could be the greatest moment of our life…"

She then shruged, as if almost laughing, "That is, if you could stop denying the truth that has been staring at you the moment we met."

Yujo closed her eyes. She knew Fray, the man, was dead, and even begining to cool by the time she got to him. Another person lost because-

"You're doing it again." The poison in Fray's words struck at Yujo because She was right. All those times, every last one, another stone for her to carry on her small back. A man she never met and had inspected on a whim of hearing the chatter of drunkards was no diffrent.

Fray looked at her, a red glint shining off her eyes. "It is time to stop dancing, Yuyujo. The dead you shepard to the Farplane with it do not deserve it and the living far, far, less."

Again, true. What did she owe anyone who had died? Fools who went rushing into danger and got torn apart, self apointed defenders of the realm, their murderers and a tyrant. None of them deserved their peace.

And the living had made their case plain with sophistry, curelity and betrayl.

"Say our name. Say it!" Fray said as she reached to pull her viel off. "My real name…"

With an impressive pull, Fray ripped the viel off her head and threw the helmet away, revealing a blond huyr woman bearing the same features as Yujo. Each freckle exactly where they should be.

"The fantasia, that's where it went…" Yujo muttered to herself.

"… Say it, Yuyujo! Our real name!"

Yujo stared at Yuyujo's tiny frame as she looked ashamed.

"The man was dead from the start and you. Did. Not. Care! You had his sword, and his soul crystal. But what you needed- what you have needed ever since that mammot drowned herself in the poison of her city's infinite averice- was a mentor. She who had gifts and knowlege and one other thing. You needed a dark knight who could mould you into who you wanted to be."

Yuyujo's gaze shifted downward to the ground. She was a child being admonished by her parent.

"You want, more than anything, to be anything other than Yujo Palms. To be free of the shackles of the epitat 'Warrior of light', and to become someone who could say and do the things such a man-made-messiah could not."

That, Yuyujo couldn't deny.

"… Even now, you can't let go. You are denying the absolute truth of it. Well, deny me all you want. You can not deny what we have done."

Yujo's eyes glowed read as she stared at her victims, their faces twisting with terror as she did so.

Yuyujo couldn't even bear to look at them.

Yujo's attention turned back to look at Yuyujo, and scowled.

"Have I not been good to you? Given you everything I promised? The ability to hear the wispers of our very soul?"

The dark aether ignighted around Yujo's body like a crude parody of The Destroyer's Aura, her eyes glowing with the inensity of the sun. "Open your eyes, Yuyujo Yujo, Do you see now? Do you see?!"

Suddenly, Yujo lost her footing and colapsed, first to her knees and then, inspite of Yuyujo's insistance, crumpling onto he ground. Her aura burning like it was a cermation fire burning Fray's body.

Out of the fires came a small figgure. A lalafell. A certain Lalafell. Yujo. Her body covered by a jet black armour. The truth of her promise to Yuyujo. The vision of the the true self that she wanted so desperately to become.

Yujo Palms stared at her other, her red eyes glowing. "Eveything up to now has been your story…" then she unsethed her sword and readied for combat.

"… and everything hereafter shall be mine!"

Yuyujo had barely enough time to push the knight that had acompynied her out of the way of Yujo's attack before she caught the oversided sword on her side and was swung to the side.

If it had not been the side of the sword, she would have been cut in twain.

Yujo shook her head as she looked at the crumpled mess that was her other. "I really can't kill myself, can I? Oh I'll try, Oh gods, I will certainly try. Tried so many times before. Even succeded once thanks to the Ascian. But we will fail."

Yuyujo pulled herself up just in time to see Yujo's body dissaper in a flash step and reapear in front of her to smack her to the side. She could only gasp out in pain as she sprawlled away only for Yujo to grab her.

Shouting at her double to get off her, Yuyujo pulled back her hands and threw them foreward channeling whatever aether she could into a Steel Peak strike. Yujo was pushed back, the amrour plating of her boots screaming as they scraped on the stone ground.

A manic grin crossed Yujo's face.

"Yes! That's it! It's time! Embrace the Abyss, Yuyujo, set us free!"

It was Yuyujo's turn to thunderclap her way at speed towards her shadow, with a pained yell she pulled back and threw a punch which Yujo caught effortlessly. In kind, Yujo kicked Yuyujo away, grabbed her as she realed back, and started throwing hands.

With no other means of defending herself, Yuyujo fought back in kind. The exchange of furious blows began to cut both lalafell with no clear winner of the exchange.

A quick jab was all it took to break Yuyujo's assult as she kneeled over. Yujo towered over her and bellowed out an intense laugh.

Then a shield bounced itself off Yujo's head, cutting off her laughter. She turned to scowl at the sight of Drillemont catching the shield. "Pull yourself togeher, Yujo! You're stronger than this!"

"One of your "friends"? Really?" she said shaking her head. Then she pulled her hand to her forehead, pooling her aether to her fingertips. "This is a 'private' affair…" A shadow of Silvairre formed next to her who pulled on the strings of its bow. "… and you know it!" she then threw her hand foreward, the shadow releaseing its bow at the same time. A wave of pure malice shot towards Drillemont at speed who only had seconds to sheild himself.

Instaniously, Yuyujo flash steped using the aether of her right foot and got between Drillemont and the shot. She screamed as she pulled all the aether she could into her right hand and swiped the wave away causing it to explode in her hand.

She screamed as she fell to her knees, grasping her hand, burst open from the explosion.

The scowl on Yujo's face returned. "You're doing it 'again'!" she screamed at Yuyujo who was out of her mind in pain. "Do you know how rediclous you look, flaling like a wild beast against your true self? We can be free, Yuyujo! WHY ARE YOU DENYING ME?!".

Yujo's body slumped and she shook her head. Then she drew her sword. "I am finishing this. A devided house can not stand."

Yuyujo could do nothing as the shadow rushed towards her, and pulled back her sword to cut the lalafell down. She braced herself for the bite of the shadow's sword only to open her eyes and see the shadow struggling to press her sword down a barrier.

"What?" The two said at the same time before a red flash shot past and crashed into Yujo's body, sending her flying back. As the flash landed on the ground, it formed itself into a small, vibrating creature half of Yuyujo's size that stood gaurd over the lalafell like the best of dogs defending their master.

"A Carbuncle?" Yuyujo asked before turning around to see Alphinaud, his tome open and acompanied by Haurchefant.

Yujo looked at them and then broke into a laugh, "And the prodical arsehole returns! Don't you have another life to ruin somewhere else, Milksup?!"

Before Yuyujo could even register her confusion, she was pulled to Alphinaud's side with a quick cast of rescue.

Before she could say anything he lent down to her level and hugged her. "I didn't know. I honestly didn't know. I'm sorry! Yujo, I am so, so sorry!"

Spent, Yuyujo could only stare over Alphinaud's sholder.

"I took you for granted. Saw the pain you were in and dismissed it as something normal for The Warrior of Light, spoke horridly of you behind your back and- through my hubris- caused so much destruction. I know you could never forgive me but… "

Yuyujo was fighting back the tears. "It's too late, far too late. I've done awful things and now…"

"That's right…" Yujo uttered. "They've borne witnes to the darkness within us. The uglyness festering under the mask. There is only one option now, Yuyujo. We can still be free."

"Yujo! Yujo, Listen to us!"

Both Yuyujo and Yujo's attentions were pulled to a young chirurgon woman accompanied by two knights. She was Cenota, a young woman in Drillemont's employ that Yujo had helped before.

"We'll never forsake you, no matter what!"

Next to her, a silver haired elezan, Clotaririon, another person who Yuyujo had helped before, chimed in. "We all know who you are, Yujo. We know and so should you!"

Drillemont nodded to confirm what his knight and chirurgon had said and turned to look at Yuyujo. The entire camp, now back on their feet, stood behind him, behind Yuyujo.

Yuyujo closed her eyes, a single tear escaping, and uttered through a tense throat. "Thank you…"

"Sophistry! Utter shite muttered to keep the leash wrapped around your stupid neck! Wipe the slate clean? Forgive and forget?! What horseshit! Yours is an amazing display of willful ignorance. They 'will' betray you again, Yuyujo! All it takes is one opotunity to get what they want, and you 'will' be back at that banquet."

She then pointed at Alphinaud. "And that Milksup, that lordling of all lordlings, will smile as the ungrateful tear you appart!"

"You're right." Alphinaud said, calmly. "I was the sort of lordling that assumed he had the answer to the star's problems in the palm of his hand and the right to controll the ignorant masses."

Yujo's smirk twisted in manic glee at that confession.

"But never again." He opened his book and channeled his aether into it. "This is my promise to you, Yujo Palms, Yuyujo Yujo! Never again!"

The carbuncle glowed from the aether of its master and ran to Yuyujo's side. It embraced the lalafell, causing them both to glow. Yuyujo could feel the aether quicken her body's recovery response. Her hand began to mend, leaving scars from the explosion but soon enough, the feeling had returned to it and she was back to full fighting form.

She stood up, ready to finish the fight.

"Oh, and something from me." Haurchefant said as he fished his pockets for something, pulled out her bandana, and handed it to her with a smile. "A smile better suits a hero such as you. So go, be that hero."

Yuyujo nodded her thanks to her stedfast ally and then turned back to stare at Yujo.

She said nothing as she pulled the bandana over her forehead and tied it. Her promise to the victims of the waking Sands masacare made manifest clung tightly to her, as it had always done, and she was more than willing to carry in her heart. She took position in the fighting form of the coeurl.

"It seems we're at the endgame, Yuyujo. Fine. Let's finish this." Yujo uttered as she drew her sword.

In an instant, both lalafell rushed towards each other, yelling a lifetime of hurt, betrayl, suffering, anguish, joy, companionship, peace, and happiness.

"Limit breaking Mystic Arte of the Destroyer! One Thousand Thundercracking Kicks, Tornado Kick!"

"Limit breaking Mystic Arte of the Morning Star! The Fifteen Swords of The Self; Omnislash, Version D!"

The two lalafell collided, their aetheric auras clashing and exploding all at once. With a final scream, Yujo threw her sword down to cut down Yuyujo only for one swift kick to connect, breaking her hold on the sword, another to send it flying, and for the remaining nine-hundred-and-nighty-eight to pummel her and send her sprawling to the floor.

Yuyujo stood and exhailed as the sword landed behind Fray's body, slaming itself upright into the ground.

Yujo got up, laughing, "It seems I underestimated you…" she said before colapsing onto her knee. "… so… what now…? Back to before? Bliss in ignorance before one day, nothing?"

Yuyujo closed her eyes and walked towards Yujo. When she reached her shadow, she simply knelt down closed her eyes and held her hand out.

"Yuyujo?" Yujo asked before she realised what she was doing. She smiled to herself and scoffed. "So this is our answer, is it?" A twinge of sadness crossed her face. "Very well, listen to my voice, our hearbeat and listen."

She held her hand out and met with Yuyujo's and pulled the both of them into the dark blue fields of Yuyujo's heart. She stood with her back to Yuyujo.

"If this is how it has to be. Then so be it. But know this. When you tire of the cherade of being Yujo Palms, the Warrior of Light. I will be here, as I have always been, ready to take the reins."

The shadow looked up to the stary sky of Yuyujo's heart and smiled to herself.

"All you need to do is ask."

Yujo sat on the cold stone of Camp Dragonhead as the shadow that was Yujo disapated into a black cloud of aether and pryerflies and opened her aether blue eyes to see Alphinaud, Haurchefant and the rest of the camp looking over her.

"Yujo? A-are you okay?"

A smile graced Yuyujo Yujo's face as her eyes began to watter and tears and snot began to stream down. Her smile still there she shook her head.

"No, No I am not okay. I haven't been okay for a long time. Thank you, Alphinaud."

As she sat on the ground, having gained her Answer. Yujo felt whole for the first time in a long time.

And for just a short time, Ishgard was at peace as they bore witness to the Tears of Yuyujo Yujo.

[casspurrjoybell-24]

My Mate - Chapter 31 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Torin Frey

"But Halloween is long over," I complained but Dana just rolled her eyes, fixing her hair and makeup in the mirror before turning towards me.

"Costume parties can be held at any time," she stated, apparently at such short notice, she couldn't find any fairy wings to go with her pretty purple dress.

She wanted me to dress up as her fairy prince, she'd even went ahead and gotten the costume for me.

There was no other choice but to go along with it.

I haven't owned a costume since I was thirteen and dressed up as the Hulk for Halloween.

Thinking about it, I wondered what Mom did with the padded bodysuit I had ran around in for weeks thinking I was invincible.

I looked down at the white suit Dana picked out for me and picked at one of the diamond buttons.

It was very nicely made.

I couldn't imagining her finding this in a thrift shop or costume store.

It fit perfectly too.

"Come on, let's go so you can see your Mate in some skimpy warrior costume," she joked, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.

We were late because she'd taken so long getting ready.

Everyone else went ahead but she screamed at me until I reluctantly sat down, having no other choice but to wait for her.

Who knew it could take two hours to do makeup.

It didn't even look like she had any one but who was I to suggest she add some glitter for the fairy affect.

The Frey females could be scary when they wanted to be and I knew when to be quiet.

Now she'd put the thought in my head though and I wondered what Robert would be wearing.

He could definitely pull off a skimpy warrior costume.

He had the perfect body for it.

Oh, I shouldn't think of that right now.

I thought about his body too much... specifically what it would look like without any clothes.

Dang, I'm thinking about it now.

Smiling to myself, I got into Dana's car.

I wouldn't have if I'd known she had the intention to kill me.

The whole five minute ride was stressful.

"Stop being a drama Queen and come on," she said, rolling her eyes and hopped out, fixing her dress.

I peeled myself from the seat and forced myself not to kiss the ground.

I'd never get in a car with her behind the wheel again.

Turning to look up at the pack house, I had expected loud music and flashing neon lights.

Much like there had been at the Human party Robert took me to.

There wasn't any of that.

Not even some drunk male laying on the front lawn.

Maybe Werewolf parties are different.

I'd thought it would have been ten times crazier.

Seems I'll have to find another chance to redecorate.

Following Dana into the house, I immediately came to a standstill.

"Did you lie? Is there no party and you just wanted to get me dressed up for no reason?" I accused, glaring up at her.

Placing my hands on my hips, I watched her scratch at her brow as if at a loss.

Where was everyone?

I hadn't even seen my other cousins costumes because Dana had kept me locked up in my room.

Maybe they'd went to dinner or were across the street laughing at me.

"Everyone's in the backyard, you'd be an idiot to allow drunk Werewolves in your house," she sassed, mirroring my pose with her hands on her hips.

"Oh."

That made sense, I guess.

Dana laughed and came over to me, fixing my suit and smoothing any wrinkles out.

"Can't have my prince looking bad," she winked and I let her grab my hand and drag me towards the back of the house.

I still couldn't hear any music but I guess they wanted to keep the peace.

Is there a such thing as silent parties?

I thought I'd have seen at least one drunk person passed out somewhere.

"Please smile," Dana said, blocking my view with her tall frame so I couldn't see out the back sliding door.

I smiled for her and she finally walked outside.

My smile quickly morphed into confusion and then shock once I followed her out.

The first thing that caught my attention was the fairy lights wrapped around the patio banister.

I was relieved when I caught sight of the huge crowd in the backyard.

At least I wasn't lied to and there was actually a party.

Then I realized everyone was staring at us and they all rushed to stand up out of their chairs.

"What's going on?" I whispered to Dana as my eyes continued to take everything in.

She didn't have to respond though.

My eyes finally landed on my Mate.

Robert's lips lifted in a slow smile that I'd seen plenty of times... it was smug.

My eyes filled with tears as my heart started working again.

When? How? Dana gave me a nudge, apparently thinking I was taking too long.

I needed that nudge though to get me walking.

Robert's smile grew bigger and I had to force myself not to run to him.

Everyone was still staring at me but at least I looked nice.

Imagine if I had came in an actual costume.

The isle was covered with white rose petals but I barely noticed them I was so overwhelmed.

Mom and Dad were in the front dressed up like everyone else, along with the rest of the family.

They smiled at me and Mom nodded in encouragement.

Not that I needed any, I about threw myself at Robert after speed-walking to him.

My handsome mate chuckled beside my ear as I clung to him, my tears finally spilling over.

"Are these happy tears?" he asked, sounding a little unsure.

I sniffled, nodding against his chest.

"You wore a pink suit," I said as if it explained everything.

"It was in your book," he chuckled, pushing me back a little so he could look over my face.

He cupped my cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away my tears.

I must have looked silly, crying with the huge smile on my face.

I looked down at his suit, the soft pink that looked almost white was exactly how I'd imagined.

He'd done this for me... he'd given me my dream Mating Ceremony.

My face warmed as I peaked out at the crowd watching us.

Mom was taking pictures, unable to wait... I couldn't believe this.

It must be a dream... a really good one.

A female dressed in plain light gray robes motioned for everyone to take their seats, finally gaining my attention.

I stared at her in shock, the silver circlet resting on her brow signaled her high standing.

Robert grabbed my hand and turned us towards her.

I stole another glance at him before looking back at the high priestess.

"We gather here today to witness the bonding of Robert Lee Killian and Torin Frey."

I snickered at the use of my Mate's full name and he shot a quick glare at me.

He didn't stop smiling though and neither did I.

My cheeks were starting to ache I was cheesing so hard.

This was better than any dream Ceremony I'd planned in my head.

Mostly because of the male standing beside me.

No matter if some thought it was too soon, I know I'm in love with him.

Robby, who only wore ripped jeans and his leather jacket, was now standing in front of our entire pack and the dozen of other Alphas in a pink suit.

For me. I sent a silent thanks to the Moon Goddess who gave me my best friend.

Someone I know I can always count on and trust to the very end.

She gave to me the male that would share all my greatest and worst memories.

Someone I'll love forever.

She gave me my Mate.

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Whumptober 2023

Day 5

(@whumptober)

By - B.W

⚠TW⚠

~ Swearing

~ Mentions of Death

~ Mentions of Suicide

~ Mentions of Torture

Enjoy!

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My eyes snap open as I gasp for air, eyes darting around in desperation.

I look straight up ahead to see flames burning down the support beams of the ceiling.

I try to lift myself up only to find I can't. Burnt wood pieces pin me down to the floor. My head falls back as I breathe heavily.

I couldn't remember what happened..

I close my eyes, coughing as I inhale the smoke. I look back up to see the beams coming loose, threatening to fall on me.

I grasp at the wood on top of me and try to move them, but I have no strength.

My breath quickens as I watch the beams loosening even more.

I keep trying to push off the debris, managing to move a small piece, but not enough for me to move.

My eyes dart from the debris to the beams. Back and forth..

My breath gets caught in my throat as I watch one beam fall, barely missing me.

I grunt in frustration as I try to free myself. The flames spread quickly, not giving me a chance.

I push away another piece of debris only to fall back from exhaustion. My eyes slowly adjust to the beams, which are hanging by a thread.

I close my eyes, feeling a surge of tears behind them.

This is it.

It's the end.

I fought.. but I wasn't strong enough.

I never really was..

My thoughts wander..

My family.. what will happen to them once I'm gone..?

My husband.. my children..

Children..

Ashton..

Astrid..

...

Kaiden..

I hear the beams snap, and brace.

...

The impact never comes.

I open my eyes to see the beams above me in mid air. They float above me. I suck in a breath, eyes wide.

The beams are thrown to the side, out of view. I find my eyes closing again, but the open as I feel the pressure of the debris on me fade.

The debris is discarded along with the beams, and I turn my head to the side, as a half smile forms on my lips.

"..you came.." I manage to whisper.

The figure approaches me, and kneels down next to me.

"You called." It says.

I'm lifted off the floor, and soon the flames are far behind us.

I walk slowly, an arm around me to support me.

"Years later and your close-death experiences still surprise me." Silas says, eyes staring straight ahead.

I laugh a bit despite the pain in my ribs. "..years later and you're still saving my ass.."

He shakes his head with a smile. "I had to. That was a suicide mission what you just did in there."

"..suicide mission or not.. I still failed.. he got away.." I mumble, my memories coming back to me.

"..not exactly. We've got a tracker on him. He won't get far.." Silas tells me.

"..We.?" I ask.

"Yes, we. You're not alone in this. We're all still here." He says, turning to me.

"..how did you find me..?" I ask slowly.

"Freyja helped with that." He responds.

I stop, turning to him. "Frey..ja?"

He smiles at me. "Yes, that Freyja."

I shake my head. "..don't fuck with me like that Si-"

He stops me. "It's her, Karyme. She's alive."

I stare in shock. "..how-?"

"Turns out not all hope was lost with her." He starts explaining. "Selyna managed to revive her, although it was risky.." He sighs. "Her health is quite delicate.. but she's gotten stronger through the years."

I let out a quivering breath. "And she remembers..?"

"She does." Silas says. "..she doesn't hate you, Karyme.."

"How could she not..? I'm the reason she-" I stop myself, sighing. "..there's no way she's just.. fine after that."

"I never said she was." He sighs. "..she's been through a lot.. but it's not on you.. it was on David."

"I told him-" I say as he shushes me.

"He tortured you, Karyme. He fucked with you, and he might of won, but it's because he played dirty."

"..I sold her out-"

"And thank Selyna you did. Either way, he would've found out, and you both would've been killed then."

"I still died.."

"..you did. But, you died a.. good person.."

"..i guess I did, didn't I?"

"..would you look at that? You actually listened to me.. you really have gotten older.."

"..im not sure if that was meant as a compliment or not.."

"Take it as one. It means you've matured.. changed for the better.."

"..still stubborn though.."

"I had a feeling you still were. Can't be Karyme without the stubbornness."

I laugh, holding my ribs. "..so how's life been in Celestial.?"

He hums. "Not sure, haven't been there for a while."

I give him a look. "What do you mean.?"

"I was revived a bit after you were, Karyme."

"But you said-"

"I know.. but I thought to give life another chance."

I chuckle a bit. "..looks like you've matured too."

"Hm.. real funny, Karyme."

I look at him. "Then what have you been up to.?"

"I had a life for a while.. and I lost it. Made some good choices.. and some bad ones." He says softly.

"Oh.." I reply. "I'm.. sorry things didn't work out for you.."

"Don't be." He says, holding a hand up. "Sometimes things just aren't meant to be."

We stop walking for a minute, turning to each other.

"Tell me about you now. What's Mrs. Karyme been up to these last 21 years?" He asks with a smile.

I shake my head playfully. "It's Mrs. Santaro to you, I'm married."

He nods. "To him, right?"

"Yep, have been for 15 years now.."

"Well weren't you in a rush?"

"Oh hush.."

He laughs. "Anything else? I can't imagine you anywhere beyond marriage."

"Jokes on you, I went beyond that." I reply.

He raises an eyebrow. "Oh really now?"

"Believe it or not."

"I doubt it."

"Two."

"..two!? I didn't even expect one.."

I smile a bit. "Best things to ever happen to me.."

"I'm sure they are.."

My smile fades. "..I guess we've both had our ups and downs, huh.?"

"Seems so.." Silas answers.

"..none of this makes sense.." I mumble. "..why after so long.. why target my kids.?"

Silas places a hand on my shoulder. "Attachment is everyone's worst weakness. It's an easy thing to mess with.."

I let out a quivering breath. "..They want something from us.."

Silas frowns. "You feel it too, huh?"

I nod. "For some time now. I brushed it off until-.. well until my son was affected by it.."

Silas sighs. "There's a reason we met again, and I wish I could say it's a good thing.."

I look over to him. "It's a trap, isn't it.?"

He says nothing, just gives me a small nod.

I turn away from him, facing the harsh winds that have picked up.

"..we can't let them win.." I whisper.

A hand rest on my shoulder. "They won't."

I look over to Silas again.

"We're all here.. we can beat them again."

I sigh. "We'll need help."

"It might be a necessity." He replies, scanning the area.

I think of allies, my mind only coming to the thing I'm trying to avoid.

I frown. "..i wish I didn't.. but I know some people.."

Silas turns back to me. "..let me guess.. it's your.. friends."

"They're a large group. Trained and brave.. they may be of help.. That is if-"

"-We can convince them." We both say at the same time, making us both groan.

"Let's just go talk to them.. I can't wait to see the reason for that day-"

"Hush."

"..of course.. I knew you couldn't have changed that much.."

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[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

He could tell who Elder Faerie was the moment the moth stepped out into the frey. His little rampage came to a - brief! - stop, Shadow Milk coming down from the skies tapping his staff in his hand as he did.

"You little bugs should listen to him!" He yells as he descends, watching the terrified yet curious crowd with a toothy grin. The Faeries he had been chasing from the forests were frozen stiff - guess he's gotta give them a little push! Tapping his staff to the air like a wand, a brief sigil appears as many different openings to his Other Realm open near the crowd. Various hands and broken Cookie faces come out, slamming the ground and tossing things about as the crowd disperses with screams. Aaah, it's been a long while since he's heard that wonderful sound! Clapping was getting boring, you know.

Once they're all sufficiently dispersed, Shadow Milk finally fully approaches, standing just a couple feet away from Elder Faerie. His hands go behind his back as he tilts his head, looking at what trash the moth's seemed to have dragged in.

"Can't I just play catch-up with my dear old friend? I didn't even know you were back! It took listening to the little peeps of gnats for me to find out you're still alive! You playing trade-offs with White Lily Cookie or something?" Shadow Milk giggled ever-so-innocently at the jab, "My my, such a shame the Cookie has gone away. Seems like her passing has led to a lot of problems! Opportunities for me, however."

"You see, I've been hard at work! I thought that my return should be a wonderful occasion! Unfortunately, seems like Silent Salt Cookie's stolen my idea of just crumbling one of the Ancients - and the Guardian, to boot, that show-off - so I had to get a little more creative."

His expression turns darker as he suddenly closes the distance, staring daggers into Elder Faerie Cookie. Waving his hand to his side, a portal appears - this one, looking into the Vanilla Kingdom's castle... and at the Archangel residing inside.

"It's a spoiler, but I couldn't wait to show him off! You're looking at the newest Beast Cookie! Isn't he adorable? I'm still coming up with a name and a title.. nothing really hits like Truth, doesn't it? But that's too pooositive.. gotta be more deranged, broken."

Most of his words have been punctuated with little teehees and hahas, but he couldn't stop the sudden influx of laughter pooling out of him as he looks through the portal. It's loud and grating, reverberating off of the Sugarcrest homes as he clutches his stomach, the other gripping his staff. Oh oh oh how he LOVES a good reveal, it's been SO LONG since he's done such a thing! He got a little antsy, but given how peaceful Elder Faerie Cookie seems to have been recently- the moth deserves a little shake-up, even if it's early.

At the entrance of Sugarcrest.. faeries start rushing in. All of them look some shade of worried - many are screaming at anyone that would listen..

"The Beast-!" A particularly loud faerie yells at the top of their lungs, "There's a Beast in the forest! The Beast of Deceit, Shadow Milk Cookie-!"

A large tree sudden cuts past the crier, slamming into a nearby house. Dark tentacles, having been the reason for the thrown tree, recede. A loud, boisterious and dramatic laugh fills the air.

"Oooh Elder Faerie Cookie~!" Shadow Milk hollers, floating over the edge of the city. Grinning, Shadow Milk points his staff towards the fallen tree - using it to destroy another house, watching as little faeries run away like puny ants. Scanning.. looking for Elder Faerie Cookie in particular, "I KNOW you're here SOMEWHERE- come on out! C'mooon~!"

( @sillysillyshadowmilkcookie )

Elder Faerie freezes in his tracks, looking down at the Beast of Deceit from the walkway above the town square. Why here, why now, of all places and times-? Destroying the Silver Kingdom’s major trading center, for reasons unknown. He can’t move, he needs to- he needs to run.

Gelato burbles from beside him, having cleared the jar they were inhabiting of star jam. The slime sounds curious, not quite as fearful of Shadow Milk as Elder Faerie would have expected. The sound is enough to snap the old Guardian out of his daze.

Abdicated or not, he was still a Guardian. The Silver Tree may be gone, but the kingdom remained.

What use is a guardian without something to guard?

He leaves a few coins at the stall of the food vender he had been chatting with and bade them farewell. Mustering his courage, he balls his hands into fists and jumps, gliding down to the streets in front of the Beast.

“Shadow Milk Cookie,” he calls, alighting on the stone path, “Leave these faeries alone. You have no quarrel with them. If you wanted my attention, you need only to have asked.”

Whispers start up around him, “Who is that?” “Addressing the Beast by name…” “Why would the Beast want that cookie’s attention?” “What happened to their hair?” “Nevermind that, look at their eye-!” “Monarch butterfly wings? Royalty?”

He looks over his shoulder at those who had stopped to stare, “I’m trying to make sure the Beast of Deceit doesn’t raze this city to the ground. If you could all continue evacuating, that would be appreciated.”

Gelato burbles again from its jar. He sets the slime gently on the ground -- off to the side, so they don’t get hurt -- and summons his magic to rest just beneath his dough.

The new moon was coming up. He had to do this right, lest he end up a pixie until the next full moon.

“So? Why have you sought me out? I can’t imagine it was just for a chat, though that would be preferred.”

He didn’t speak of the apology tour. There was no doubt in Elder Faerie’s mind that Shadow Milk would laugh at him at mere mention of an apology. He doubted the Beast of Deceit enjoyed that sort of raw, incomprehensible truth, anyways.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny didn't know what to do with all these flowers. Sure, Amity had done a 180 after they stopped listening to his parents (its just a shame what had happened to them) and they now loved thier guardian and savior.

Which brought him back to the flowers. It was the day after Valentines and he had gotten gifts from what felt like everyone in the city (except Vlad who was in ghost jail via the Observants) leading him to having a massive pile of flowers, stuffed animals and candy to figure out what to do with.

Obviously most of the stuffing were going to be decorating his lair in the GZ but the flowers would rot eventually and he didn't even own a single vase anyway. He was not going to mention the chocolate.

Then Tucker gave him an idea. He can just give them away to other heros.

Cackling he set about plans to ambush the batfam who he had met once or twice when he was exploring through dimensions (and promptly chased out of the city)

He started with Red Robin the smartest and arguably the cutest of the brood. He had picked a good time too because birdy looked five steps away from falling asleep on the rooftop while running, so when Danny through a bouquet or roses at him the soft petals clocked him right in the face.

The look he gave was one of pure confusion as he stared at the plants. Then, all too soon it clicked and the vigilantes face turned a lovely shade of red as he looked around for whoever tossed them. Luckily Danny stayed off the visible spectrum that night.

The next victim was Spoiler who he clocked in the back of the head while she was distracted by talking to a civilian. The yelp she made was glorious and almost made Danny cackle and give away his position.

Red Hood Danny had to be the hardest one. Sneaking up on him was almost impossible. He could sense RH like he could a ghost but something was definitely off. He wondered if Hood could sense him too. Is that how he always seemed to know he was around. It didn't matter in the end because Danny had a lot of free time without the ghost attacks and a near endless supply of ammo. Still. Danny was getting irritated and just decided to chuck flowers at the guy until he landed a hit. He didn't know why hood was freaking out so much over flowers or why he was shooting at the flowers or even what "Pit" he was screaming about but the moment he got a hit in Danny decided to bounce.

Robin was funny. He threw a bouquet and the little bird caught it like a sword before inspecting it with a raised eyebrow.

Orphan was nice. She caught her bouquet gracefully in her arms almost as if she was expecting it and held it to her chest before looking right at him and waving.

While he was invisible.

He bolted.

Occasionally he liked to interfere with the bats rogue battles by throwing a single rose into the frey, startling the baddie of the hour and giving the bat or bats time to collect themselves. Yeah thats right. He Tuxedo Mask'd them. Something that infuriated some of the bats and got other giggling.

He at least knew better not to do this to Poison Ivy. For her he portaled in something special. The look on her face when one of those battery powered toddler jeeps came racing down the street with a full rose bush in a glass bubble and into the fight was something he'd cherish forever. Especially when she realized she couldn't control the thing thanks to the glass.

This leads to the last bird.

Nightwing was probably one of the best victims hes had. He took it like a champ and even played along, giving a little speech about being honored to receive such a gift, prompting Danny to throw individual flowers at the heros feet. Nightwing continued talking and Phantom kept giving him flowers, distracted by what the hero was saying and slowly drifting closer until-

The kick to the side of the head didn't really hurt, when you get used to being thrown through buildings not much could really hurt you anymore but it was enough to stun him and force him to drop his invisibility. Another kick and a few shocks from a pair of acrizma sticks for struggling and he was on his belly at Nightwings feet. He felt something fasten around his wrist and his core felt restricted but he didn't transform back into Fenton.

Crap. Power dampening cuffs.

He was so screwed.

Danny was later upset to discover there was a whole other bat he didn't know about or even get to target once due to him being on the daylight shift.

[heartysworld]

An unusual union || Daemon Targaryen x Reader

A/N: This is another request. I hope whoever asked about it is going to enjoy it! I really like how this turned out I hope you guys think the same!

MASTERLIST

The day your father inherited Casterly Rock his own game began. Even before your older brothers were born, he had already started planning his kids future, yours as well.

Your oldest brother, Luceis Lannister was going to be your father's heir, your other older brother was marrying to the daughter of Lord Frey, making them powerful allies. By the time you became of age your brother's already had families of their own and now it was your turn.

The original plan for you was to be wedded to the middle son of House Greyjoy. Your father's plans were going exactly as he wanted. He was surrounded by allies and fortune. You were just another pawn in his political game,and you hated him for it.

Your father had taken you along with him on his visit to King's Landing. He had important political matters to take care of,as he stated, and he wanted you to be in his eyesight as much as possible,given your rebellious nature.

Your stay lasted two months. During those two months you had given yourself in to the desires of life. That included sneaking away at night, walking around the city freely, sneaking away some of the alcohol that was served in your father's chambers and enjoying its taste hidden in the Palace gardens. However, everything must come to an end at some point. You knew you had gone too far when you woke up not in yours,but in Prince Daemon's chambers. The man in question was sleeping beside you,his lower half covered by the bedsheets while he had you in his arms. Looking at your naked form you froze, memories from last night rushing in your head.

As much as you admired the Prince you knew that this couldn't happen again. Gods forbid if he happens to get you pregnant. Your father won't hesitate but take your and the babe's life away.

Daemon was on another wave, however. The white haired Prince did not stop pursuing you around court till the remainder of your stay. At first you were scared, jumping from your seat every time the doors of your chambers opened, fearing it might be your father who had found out about your midnight shenanigans. Thankfully he suspected nothing, and with Daemon's confidence he found his way in your chambers every night after that. Daemon never said it out loud,but he was captivated by your beauty, wanting nothing more than to freely speak with your father and ask of your hand in marriage,but he couldn't. He was still married to the Lady of the Vale,and his brother would never allow him to take another wife. His love would have to remain hidden, despite the wild nature of the Prince.

On the last day of your stay King Viserys had thrown a tournament in his future heir's honor. Queen Aemma was still yet to give birth, but her husband was already celebrating blindly. Daemon was one of the participants and so far, he was winning. Your soul almost left your body when he asked for your favor during one of his turns. With the approval of your father you proceeded, throwing the small hoop of flowers and feather on his weapon. He gave you a smile that had your heart flutter. As much as you hated to admit it, you were falling in love with the Rogue Prince.

It was all going well until Daemon was injured during the last round of the tournament. Your heart almost stopped as you watched him get beaten up into a bloody pulp.

Given the timing,you had no way of sneaking in to pay him a visit,your heart bled for your Prince, knowing that once you leave King's Landing, the next time you visit it would probably be with your future husband.

Your father noticed your unusual behavior but paid no mind to it, but deep down, he knew something had happened for his daughter to act so quiet and reserved.

It was all revealed two moons later, when one of your personal maids revealed that you had missed your monthly twice in a row. Your father was furious, knowing that you had disobeyed him and brought shame on your family name. When he found out who had fathered his grandson he remained in his chambers for two days,not even once coming out or sending for you. You were scared,the days passed and so did your father's silence continue. Your thoughts were full of Daemon,of him and the child you had created together. You wondered if he would come for you if he knew,if he would care about this child.

A fortnight passed with no change, until one morning you were woken up by your personal maid, saying that you had a visitor and your father had sent for you to join them.

Your mind started racing with questions who might this mysterious visitor be. You knew it couldn't be a Greyjoy, you had heard that your father sent a messenger to Lord Greyjoy, with a scroll containing the annulment of your arranged marriage to his son.

You quickly got dressed, your maid had chosen a beautiful crimson colored dress for you, her exact words being "it would suit you,My Lady."

The moment you entered the meeting room you stopped dead in your tracks. There stood your father and across him, Prince Daemon. Almost three moons had passed since you last saw him but your heart once again went crazy when those beautiful violet eyes met yours.

"Father." You started, gaining his attention.

"I shall be the one to speak,Y/N." Your father said, his cold tone making you shut up immediately.

"Yes, please forgive me." You whispered, your body growing stiff.

"Given the fact that everybody in this rooms knows what has happened under the Palace's roof, I don't think we need any introductions or explanations on why we're here. I have invited Prince Daemon here today, to tell him about the results the careless actions the two of you took. A Lannister would never be a bastard born child, I would never allow that,not now,not even after my death. The two of you shall marry, today, not a second later. No King will ever be able to stand in my way of doing what's best for my house and my heirs." Your father said.

His words made your eyes widen. You never expected the situation to go in such direction. Despite how shocked you were, you couldn't help but feel happy. You were going to marry a man who you loved,and who loved you. Your child was going to have a father. Every other possible problem was replaced by pure happiness.

Your father soon left the meeting room, heading on to find the Septon who was to marry you and Daemon at the end of the day. Wasting no time you ran into his hands, your head nuzzling in his chest.

"I never thought I'd see you again." You murmured against his chest while you gripped his leathers with your fists.

"I would've found a way to you no matter the circumstances, my lioness. You leaving did nothing to lessen my feelings for you. Imagine my surprise when a messenger arrived,sent my your father, carrying a letter with your family's crest, saying that you were carrying my babe when you left the palace and it was now slowly growing inside of you. I couldn't leave you to raise our dragon alone,nor could I leave him to be born a bastard." Daemon said. His hands took a hold of your face, eyes staring deeply into your soul.

Hearing his words made you emotional, no one has ever shown such strong affection towards you,not even your own family.

"Don't leave me alone in this world. Never." You said, leaning over to him you kissed him softly.

"Never. A dragon never abandons it's family." Daemon whispered against your lips.

His strong hands slowly found their way on your belly that has started to swell during the last few weeks or so.

"You've given me something precious and irreplaceable, and I shall keep you and our child safe forever." He added.

The ceremony took place at sunset.

You and Daemon held hands as you stood side by side. The septon proceeds to tie a ribbon in a knot around your joined hands (literally "tying the knot"), which symbolizes your union. While tying the ribbon the septon says, "Let it be known that Lannisters and Targaryens are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder." The septon then announces, "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." After he says this he unravels the ribbon - the two of you remain joined for the rest of your lives.

The news of the Prince's secret marriage shook the court in King's Landing. King Vyserys was furious at his brother marrying without his consent. But the deed was done, nobody could undo it. Things had calmed down for a while until one day, a familiar red dragon landed in the Dragonpit. From Caraxes' saddle Prince Daemon came down with his wife by his side. You were holding a small bundle in your hands, your son was sleeping quietly near your chest.

People were happy to see their Prince again after his long absence. They were even more delighted to find out the babe he had fathered was a boy. The nation was happy that there was a male born in the Targaryen family,after the death of their Queen they needed some hope to help them keep going. The Council didn't react the same as the nation, however. The King was filled with jealousy, his brother fathered a child the first time he slept with you while he was left a widower and without an heir after being married for ten years.

The Hand of the King could do nothing either,he had already married his only daughter away, depriving him from the opportunity for her to become the new Queen. The newborn was a shock to everyone, but this is what Daemon wanted. It was the best thing to do until you give birth safely.

It was now night time. You and your son, Aemon were settled in what used to be Daemon's private chambers. Your husband had been called to an emergency Council meeting, leaving you alone with your child. You were anxiously waiting for him to return when the doors of your room opened, revealing Daemon.

He had a cocky smile nestled on his face. That was your sign that it had gone well, at least for him.

"What happened?" You asked while wrapping your arms around his back.

"They want to call a Great Council. With Vyserys having no heirs and me, who just came back with one,they want the nation to choose their ruler with the present opportunities. Our son might become King,Y/N. Not just a Prince,a King- the beholder of the most powerful seat in the realm." Daemon explained.

Hearing his words sparked a new hope in your chest, the baby you had thought would grow up as a bastard now had the chance of being named heir of the Iron Throne.

[fantaseawriting]

Kinktober Day 2 : Chase/Hunt (Robb Stark x Reader)

The deal you struck was simple. Information that would save Robb Stark (and many others) in exchange for you leaving and never returning. Why this mysterious figure wanted you gone, you did not know, but if that was the only term to save the people you cared most about, it was a deal you were willing to make. It was not, as it turns out, a deal Robb Stark was willing to make. You have seen him mad countless times, a side effect of the war, but nothing quite prepared you for the dark reaction he had when you tried to leave.

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. TRIGGER WARNINGS. I WRITE DARK CONTENT READ AT OWN DISCRETION. This contains heavy non con / dub con. M/F. Female reader. Dark!Robb Stark (I guess more like Soft!dark!Robb Stark).

As soon as you heard about the plans for the red wedding, you sprung into action. With the few lords that opted not to attend the wedding, you were able to amass a force of five thousand men to storm the wedding with. You got there as soon as you could, but for some it wasnt soon enough. Robb Stark was alive, but had taken an arrow to the shoulder. His wife, Talisa, was not so lucky. The moment they realized their plan was ruined, the Frey’s slit her throat, and attempted to do the same to Lady Caitlin. Thankfully, the men were able to save her. All together, they lost a hundred and thirty seven in the battle that followed, one hundred and thirty eight including Talisa.

Robb laid on a cott in the healers tent, his wound cleaned and bandaged. Despite the victory, no one was celebrating. They had willingly, and blindly, walked into a trap, one they would have never known about if it weren't for the mysterious stranger wanting to make a deal. A deal with a price, that the few lords who knew about it, were sure Robb Stark wasn't going to be willing to pay. You were close with Robb, you had known him for years, as you were a ward of Ned Stark, but growing up, you had always been at odds with each other. You hadn’t grown close until the war, and while you knew it would hurt him to lose another person, you also knew you didn't have a choice.

The mysterious figure had wanted you to leave straight away, but you had needed to verify his information first, and get Robb to safety. Now that he was safe, your travel bag was packed and you were prepared to leave. You were just waiting on him to wake up, so you could tell him yourself, as he deserved at least that much. So there you sat, next to his cot, waiting for him to wake up so you could give him the news, a hard lump in your throat. He hadn't woken since he passed out from loss of blood. You weren't even sure that he knew Talisa was dead.

“y/n” The small murmur of your name snapped you from your thoughts, and you looked over at Robb. He slowly sat up, wincing in pain as he did. You placed a hand on his uninjured shoulder, silently encouraging him to lay back down, and he did.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, your voice soft and low.

“Like I got shot with an arrow” his voice was blunt, and your eyes narrowed slightly.

“You know that is not what I meant.” You snipped. He seemed to flinch at the words causing you to sigh. “Sorry” your voice was a whisper.

“Where is my mother?” He asked.

“She went to rest. I'll go grab her.” You went to stand, but his arm reached out and grabbed yours, stopping you from standing.

“No.” He said and you nodded, sitting down.

“Look, Robb, I'm sorry. I tried to get there sooner but-” you started, not looking him in the eyes, but he cut you off.

“Don't. You did what you could. You saved me. And my men. But how did you know?” He asked.

“I-” It was in that moment you realized you couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth, he had already lost so much, you didn't want to add yourself to that list “I-we had spies around the keep, they let us know.” As you spoke, your eyes met his, never breaking eye contact as you spoke the lies. Robb sighed, you always looked him directly in the eyes when you lied.

“How many casualties?” He asked.

“137 soldiers. 138 including..”

“Talisa,” Robb said, his voice solemn.

“Robb I-”

“Don't.” He said again. You went to stand, but the grip he had on your hand tightened almost painfully.

“Robb let go. “ You said, not looking at him.

“No,” he replied. You sighed exasperatedly, sitting back down.

“I didn't love her.” You froze at his words.

“Robb, you married her. You almost caused the death of you and three thousand men because you married your. Of course you loved her.” You said, anger showing in your voice.

“No. I didn't.” He seemed sad saying it.

“Robb-”

“I couldn't love her. I thought I did. But I didn't. Couldn't.” He said. His brows furrowing.

“You married her.” You repeated, your voice firm.

“But I loved you. I tried to deny it. I tried to convince myself I loved her. But I didn't. It was you. It has always been you.” You froze at the words, trying your best to keep your voice and breath even.

“Robb-”

“Look at me”.

“Robb let me go.”

“Look at me” his voice was low and hard. You slowly looked over at him. There was a dark look in his eyes. And something else. He slowly sat up. Wincing in pain once he reached the sitting position. He pulled your arm forward. You tried to stop it, but even injured, he was stronger than you. You glared as he pulled you until you sat on the edge of the bed, near his legs.

“Robb you are being ridicu-”

“Shut up.” You glared at him. He lifted his right arm, wincing at the pain.

“Robb “ but he ignored you, raising his right hand to cup your face, looking you in your eyes. His left hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you forward as he bent his head down, kissing you. You froze, your mind buzzing. It felt so good. So right. you felt yourself kissing him back. But it was wrong. No matter how right it felt. He just lost his wife. He had married someone else. It didn't matter how many times he said he loved you. It wasn't right. So you pulled away.

“Don't you dare run.” His words made you freeze. How did he know? “you always do. Anytime I stopped being mean when we were you get, and showed you how I really felt, you ran. And we went right back to fighting. But I'm no fool. I know you feel the same.” His voice was hard and his eyes dark.

“Robb-” there was a warning tone in your voice.

“You can't deny it. I've known since my father died.” Robb said.

“That meant nothing. We were both in pain and needed comfort. “ You said, shooting him a glare.

“Bullshit.” Rob said, a small smirk on his lips.

“Stop. It doesn't matter. Your wife just died, Robb. Whatever pent up feelings you have for me need to stay pent up.” you said. Robb sighed, the thumb on your cheek starting to rub circles there. You were right, and he knew it.

“One month. That's all I'm giving it. I almost died, Y/N. And in that moment all I could think of was you. I am not risking it again. I want you. “ he all but growled out the words, his eyes never leaving yours. You gave a small nod. A month was more than you needed, you would be gone within the night.

“Your Mother wanted to know when you were awake.” You said, standing from the bed quicker than he could stop. You quickly left the tent, causing a small smile on his face. He would let you run. For now.

Robb stood at the head of the war table, looking at the countless pieces that gave him an idea of where they stood in the war. He was injured and he was tired, but more than that, he was pissed. The Freys couldn’t have pulled that off by themselves. No. They had help. But the question was, who?

“We need to figure out who it was that Y/N made a deal with, they knew about the attacks, so they must know who set it up.” Robb froze at the words, his dark gaze landing on the lord that just spoke.

“What deal?” The words from Robb were low, almost growled out, and shocked the men in the room.

“I - We thought you knew. She told us, we assumed she told you as well.” Another said.

“Told me WHAT?” Robb shouted the last word, his anger evident.

“A figure approached her the day of the wedding, not long after you left. They struck a deal with her. Information that could save you in exchange for…” one lord began, trailing off as Robb’s face darkened with anger.

“In exchange for what?” Robb’s voice was low, filled with a deadly calm.

“In exchange for her to leave, and never return.” Robb wasn’t sure who spoke the words, he was just acutely aware of the pain that filled his chest, especially as his mother entered the tent alone, despite being sent to fetch the woman in question. The look on her face told him all he needed to know, without any words being spoken.

“She’s gone?” His question was the only noise to fill the tent, and Caitlin gave a solemn nod in return.

“Her travel pack and horse are gone as well.” She confirmed. The tent was still as they watched Robb process the information, non daring to speak or move unitl he did.

“Find. Her.” The orders were spoken so lowly that the men weren’t sure they heard him at first. When no one moved, Robb looked up from the war table with rage in his eyes.

“Take every man, every dog, and every horse. Find her. NOW.” The last word was screamed, and the lords around him shot to their feet, each running from the tent barking orders to the unsuspecting soldiers outside.

“She struck a deal, Robb, you can’t force her to stay.” Caitlin said sadly. Robb leveled her with a cold glare.

“Watch me.”

Within an hour a force of two thousand men descended on the surrounding plains and woods, all in search for one woman. As the sun was setting, Robb assured the men they wouldn’t stop until you were found, no matter how late it got. Torch light filled the night as the search went on, the men ordered to leave no stone unturned. Robb sat on horseback, slowly following grey wind as the firewood searched for her scent through the area.

The further they got from the camp, the more Robb worried that they would not find you. Hours had passed without sign of you, even greywind seeming to have trouble finding your scent. Robb knew you would be smart enough to cover your tracks, but didn’t think you would be good enough to fool a dire wolf. Just as he began to give up hope, greywind let out a yip of excitement, signaling he found your scent. Robb kicked his horse into a canter, following his wolf as he took off in a run.

The horse surged forward through the woods, following the wolf as it tracked your scent. Within minutes, Robb was able to catch a glimpse of you. You sat atop your horse, weaving between the trees. Upon hearing Greywinds excited howl, your head turned back. Even with the distance between you, you could feel Robb’s gaze burn into yours. You held his gaze for a moment before turning forward, ushering your horse to go faster.

It was a useless effort. No horse was fast enough to outrun a dire wolf. Within seconds you were overrun, grey wind nipping at your horses legs. Your horse spooked, rearing back and sending you toppling from the saddle. You hit the ground hard, your shoulder slamming into the ground harshly, earning a groan from you. You heard robb scream your name as he pulled his horse to a stop near you, dismounting swiftly. He ran up to you as you stood, grabbing you by the arm and checking you over for injuries.

“Get off me.” You grunted out with a huff, attempting to free yourself from his grip. Once he was sure you weren't seriously injured, his gaze shifted from worried to angry, his grip on your arms tightening to prevent your escape.

“Why?” His question was spoken low, restraint clear in his voice. You swallowed hard as you looked him in the eyes. His anger was evident.

“By now, you know why.” You responded, earning a harsh glare from him.

“I asked you how you knew, and you lied to me.”

“I-“ you sighed, trying to find the right words. You had been hoping to avoid this confrontation. “You lost so much, Robb. You needed time to process. I didn’t want to add another thing to your plate.” Robb rolled his eyes at your response, releasing your arms. He began to pace, clearly trying to control his anger.

“And you just disappearing into the night was supposed to help that?” As he spoke his voice got louder, borderline yelling by the time he finished his question.

“It was the easiest option.” You responded quietly.

“Easiest for YOU!” He yelled, and you flinched back from him slightly. “I poured my heart out. I told you I LOVED you. And you LEFT.”

“Your wife just DIED, Robb. You don’t love me, you are just hurting and-“ you began, but he turned to you with a dark look in his eyes.

“DO NOT TELL ME HOW I FEEL!” Any sense of calm was gone now, just leaving anger and pain in its place. You swallowed hard before looking away from him.

“It doesn’t matter, I have to go.” You whispered. “I made a deal-“

“With who?” His voice was hard as he asked the question.

“I- I don’t know. He wouldn’t say.” You admitted. Robb ran a hand through his hair.

“Return to camp-“ he began but you cut him off.

“I struck a deal, Robb, I have to hold my end.” You argued.

“You do not even know who you struck a deal with, you can’t expect me to accept that.” Robb argued.

“I know whoever it is, is powerful enough to know about a plot to kill you. That takes a lot of power, Robb. The risk of backing out-“

“Is something I am willing to take.” Robb interrupted you, his tone letting you know the decision was final.

“That’s not your choice to make.” You argued back.

“Like hells it’s not! You are not leaving me. I have already hunted you once, and I’ll never stop.” Robb growled, grabbing your arms to stop you from backing away from him.

“You didn’t hunt me, Greywind did. Without him, you would not have found me. You are nothing without your Dire Wolf.” You chose those words knowing they would anger him, hoping to get him to let you go. Instead, his grip on your arms turned bruising, as a dark look harsher than any you’d seen before came over his face. He glared at you silently for a moment before speaking.

“Greywind, go.” The dire wolf had been pacing nearby. He looked at Robb, before taking off back towards camp. Somehow, watching the massive beast leave made you feel even more uneasy. Your eyes trailed the wolf until Robb’s hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“You will learn that I do not let go of what is mine.” The words spoken sounded more like a threat than a promise.

“Robb-“ you began, but his grip tightening silenced you.

“The ridge, right there. Do you see it?” He asked, letting you glance behind you. There was a small hill, at the ridge was another patch of woods. You nodded in response. “That’s your head start. The second you reach that ridge, I will come for you.”

“What-?” Your mind was racing with questions, but he wasn’t giving you the chance to ask any.

“You say I can not hunt you. Prove me wrong. You get until that ridge, and then I come for you. No horse, no dire wolf. If you get away, after tonight I won’t come for you again.” Your eyes glanced between the ridge and the man in front of you.

“And if i don’t?” Your voice was a whisper as you spoke the question.

“If I catch you, I claim you.” His words made you uneasy, a tight feeling filling your chest.

“What do you mean?”

“I am going to hunt you down. Then I am going to pin you to the forest floor and take you, until I am the only thing you can think of. And then when I am done, I am going to drag you back to camp and keep you in my tent until you admit where you belong. And then, I will marry you.” The more he spoke, the more fear filled you.

“Robb-“

“Run.” He interrupted you.

“Robb I don’t-“ you tried again.

“Run, or I take you here and now”

And so here you were, running through the woods, the wolf of the north himself hunting you. No horse, no dire wolf, just the young king. And he was pissed. More so, he was determined. He kept his word, giving you until the ridge, but the second you cleared it, he was after you. You ran through the woods blindly, dodging low hanging branches and rocks, just trying to move as quickly as possible. You expected him to be mad, and for some resistance, but you didn’t expect to be hunted down and claimed.

So much was on the line, and fear gripped at you as you ran. You still weren’t sure who you made a deal with, but you knew they were powerful. Double crossing someone like that had consequences, even if the double crossing isn’t your choice. Currently, your options were simple. Run and get away, or end up chained to Robb starks bed. Gods, you never saw this coming.

You could hear him behind you, the quiet sounds of him moving through the forest steadily getting closer. No matter how hard you pushed yourself, you couldn’t seem to get away, the sound of him behind you almost taunting. You let out a yelp as you missed dodging a branch, the cold wood slicing your cheek. The sting momentarily shocked you, distracting you from the terrain infront of you, and you missed the steep drop in terrain. You feel with a yell, rolling down the steep hill.

Your body crashed into a tree at the bottom, stopping your movement. You groaned as you rolled over, pushing yourself to stand. The area around you had gone quiet, all sounds of Robb gone. The silence put you on edge, the hairs on your neck rising. Your entire body ached as you glanced around, before starting to move again. You made your way through the woods cautiously this time, trying to remain as quiet as possible. There was no chance Robb lost you because of a hill. No, he was still following you, you just didn’t know where.

As you moved, you heard the snap of a branch to your left. You momentarily froze, before taking off in a full sprint. You heard Robb curse behind you, before giving chase once more. Injured from the fall from the horse and down the hill, you were slower than usual. He caught you within seconds, tackling you to the ground as he did. Your bodies rolled a few times before he landed on top of you, pinning you beneath him, face down in the dirt. You struggled wildly, trying desperately to get away from him.

“Let me go. ROBB! Hells, let me go!” You demanded angrily, trying to get free.

“You lie to me, and then you run. You act like an animal, and I will take you like an animal.” Robb growled in your ear while he held you down, his hands deftly working on removing the laces to your trousers. You let out a scream of frustration as he succeeded in pulling your trousers down your leg.

“Robb! Stop this!” You yell desperately as you manage to pull free of his grip, just as he rips your trousers completely from your body. You frantically crawl away from him, but his hand grips your ankle before dragging your body back under his.

“You are mine, and you will learn your place.” He growled into your ear, before entering you in one swift truest. You screamed into the night, both in shock and in pain. You weren’t sure when he undid or lowered his trousers, so you weren’t expecting the sudden intrusion. Robb’s hand held your hip in a bruising grip, holding you still as he was inside you. His body was hunched over yours, his breath hot on your neck, as your hands and knees dug into the cool ground below you.

“Seven hells.” He groaned in your ear. Despite the resistance, you were warm and wet, your body welcoming him in even if your mind didn’t want it. He held still inside you for a moment, relishing in the feel of you wrapped around him. His free hand found its way up your blouse, wrapping around one of your breasts as he slowly withdrew himself, before slamming back in with a powerful thrust, earning a yelp from you as your body swayed beneath his. He repeated the movement several times, relishing in both the feel of you and in the sounds you made.

“No idea how good you feel.” He groaned into your ear. “How good you sound.”

“Robb, please-“ you began, stopping when he thrust into you more roughly than before.

“You sound so fucking good when you beg.” He moaned as you squirmed beneath him in an attempt to get free.

“P-Please.” You begged, your entire body feeling like it was on fire. Wether it was from pain or pleasure, you couldn’t tell.

“Please what?” His voice was a breathy whisper in your ear. When you didn’t respond right away, your brain short circuiting due to the harsh thrusts of his hips, he continued. “Please, harder? Faster? More?” Each word was accentuated by a powerful thrust into you, earning a yelp or a squawk from you each time. “I’m happy to oblige.” As soon as he spoke those words, it was as if his restraint snapped. His eyes rolled back as both his hands gripped your hips, bringing them back to meet his with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the air, only interrupted by the squelch of your juices as he moved in and out of you.

“Gods, you are everything I imagined.” He moaned into your ear as his thrusts began to become erratic. His left hand released your hip, going underneath you as his fingers deftly sought out the bundle of nerves between your legs. You tried to object, wanting to scream no as he found that sensitive spot. However, the only noise that left you was a garbled squeak as your body began to shake from overstimulation. You let out a scream as you came, your entire body trembling as you did. Robb didn’t stop his movements, thrusting in and out of you while his fingers circled your bud, elongating the orgasm. Your vision went white as you felt him stiffen behind you, groaning as he released his seed inside you, finally stopping his overstimulation of your clit.

You collapsed beneath him, panting heavily. Your entire body was twitching, and you were unable to support yourself. Robb followed you down, not wanting to pull out of you just yet. His forehead rested on the back of your shoulder as he caught his breath, whispering the word “mine” repeatedly. For a while, neither of you moved, each regaining your senses as you caught your breath.

“I’ll never let you go. By the end of the night, my seed will be growing in your womb, producing an heir. I do not care who you stuck a deal with, I’ll wage war with anyone who dare try to take you from me. You are mine, and I am never going to let you go.” He was still inside you as he spoke, his cock occasionally twitching. His lips gently kissed your shoulder with each word, before biting down on the sensitive skin there once he finished. “Mine”. He growled one final time, before you began to feel his cock stiffen within you once again.

[daedrabait]

Its WIP Wednesday again

I have a snippet from my newest fanfic in progress for my Faelon and Mercer Frey series.

You can read the series here (nsfw so beware)

But anyway - this takes place after Faelon does the Honningbrew Meadery job. For context, Faelon is my Dragonborn who has joined sides with Mercer Frey & is in a (strange) relationship with him. Here's a little peek at their scheming.

Snippet is SFW with lukewarm tension.

"We have business to attend to. I don't want to hear any of your trifles," Mercer snapped, motioning to his desk. He had lots of things on it. A statue of the Grey Fox stood on the edge of the desk, seemingly overlooking the valuables spread about. There were maps and papers there, and Faelon made out the deed amongst it all.

"What do you want me to do with this? It's the same evasive signature from before," the Bosmer growled, annoyed. What the hell was Mercer playing at?

"Only one person would seek to sabotage me. Karliah," the Guildmaster spat the name like it was a curse. Faelon thought to himself that Mercer underestimated the amount of people who disliked him. Even so, he was curious.

"Who is Karliah? I sense a story here," Faelon asked as propped himself against the wooden post of a nearby wall.

The look the Guildmaster threw at him was nothing short of venomous. His lined face was screwed up even more than usual, his eyes dark. "Karliah was part of the Nightingale Trinity. She was one of the best thieves I ever knew. Her and Gallus were close," he said with no small amount of contempt.

"When I killed Gallus, she fled from the scene. This made it remarkably easy for me to frame his death upon her. The little bitch has been plotting against me ever since - she's even had the nerve to send assassins after me on several occasions. And now she dares to muddle into the business of my guild. The guild that I earned from cutting away my own ends while she ran away to grieve a man who had everything handed to him quite easily, including the little wretch herself."

Oh, what bitterness! It was thrilling. Was that a hint of jealousy in his voice?

"Oh yeah? So, what, you were the little outcast of the trinity?" Faelon couldn't keep the grin off his face.

Mercer snarled at him, his grey-blue eyes flashing as he shoved the Bosmer's chest. Oh, he'd definitely hit a nerve. That was interesting.

"Gallus was the perfect leader. The perfect example of a prodigy: giving to the poor, being honest with the guild, using his silver tongue to get everything he ever wanted," Mercer spat, his hands still flush against Faelon's chest. His eyes were a maelstrom of emotions. "He couldn't have let me have one thing. Not even..." His jaw clenched as he wrenched his hands away from the Bosmer's chest. Faelon raised an eyebrow at him, and then it clicked.

Oh.

That was interesting.

"You were jealous," the Dragonborn purred, "You have a thing for this 'Karliah,' don't you?" He didn't attempt stop the chuckles that slipped out of him.

Mercer scowled and drew an ebony dagger, holding it up to Faelon's throat. The elf hummed and bared it willingly, a shower of tingles spreading through him. The Guildmaster growled, "I'm tired of you thinking everything is a joke. We could see how hard you'll laugh while choking on your own blood."

"I won't laugh at your pain again, dear Mercer - on my honor," Faelon hummed as he gripped the blade of the dagger. It was sharp as it bit into his skin. "But this sweet Karliah of yours is a threat to us, yes? How do you plan for us to handle her?"

Mercer's eyes had fallen onto Faelon's lips. The Bosmer smirked. Whatever feelings he had for Karliah in the past or present, the Guildmaster was his. He had Mercer wrapped around his finger.

"We'll have to kill her," the Breton said with a sense of finality. Faelon loved the sound of his voice when he was being serious. It was pitched low and confident. It sent thrills through him.

"Perfect," the Dragonborn hummed, "We're finally getting to the fun part of this grueling bit of business, don't you think?"

[hello-nichya-here]

How did Cersei get away with still being known as Cersei Lannister despite marrying a Baratheon? Do you think her hatred of Robert was part of the reason why she kept her last name or was it purely a matter of a Lannister being proud of being a Lannister?

Short answer: The women don't really have to take their husband's names in Westeros, but Cersei did do some shit that she shouldn't have done and she only got away with it because the Game Of Thrones is very real and her family was a major player.

Long answer: The women don't really have to take their husband's names in Westeros. For exemple, Catelyn is sometimes called "Catelyn Stark" since she married Ned, had his kids, lives in Winterfell and, more importantly, eventually supported her son in being king of the North.

But her name is still Catelyn Tully, and people still call her that, because house Tully is pretty important and has a good reputation. She'd only stop using that name/allowing people to call her that if her house was shit (like house Frey) and marrying a Stark made her sound more important.

Cersei still calling herself a Lannister, even while married to the freaking king, would not be seen as disrespect.

What should have, and did have, people wondering if something was wrong, was the identity of her children being overwhelmingly Lannister. And I'm not just talking about their looks, I'm talking about shit like Joffrey's banners having a stag and a lion in it, and the Lannisters trying to claim the red comet is a sign of the Gods blessing Joffrey's reign, even though he is a "Baratheon" so the comet should have been gold.

And while Cersei's name is not a rebellion on her part, plenty of things she did clearly were. She did get pregnant with Robert's child once, and had Jaime find a woman to, in her own words, "clean her." She made it clear to Ned that she took advantage of Robert's drinking to only ever have sex with him in ways that couldn't possibly get her pregnant, and in one of her POV's she is bragging to herself about "eating his heirs." And yes, that is both about her pride as a Lannister (who is fucking another Lannister) and about her resentment of Robert for being a terrible, straight up abusive husband.

While there's no way people could know all that, they could still notice that not a single of her children looks like their supposed dad. Ned literally only realized it once Sansa and Arya, two children, pointed out that even in personality Robert's supposed heirs had nothing of him. The fact that whenever Cersei went into labor, Robet wasn't there with her but Jaime was, didn't fucking help.

Having your honor - aka the the list of men of you slept with - questioned as a woman in Westeros can be a permanent stain not just for the woman's reputation, but for her family's as well. When your husband is the king, that can lead to a death sentence.

Yet the Lannisters, not just Cersei, were constantly trying to be seen as just as important as the Baratheons, or even to completely over-shadow them, which just screams that their ambition goes beyond just having one, or many, of their own marrying into royalty - they want to be the royal family, and Cersei and Jaime in particular wanted to replace Robert's lineage with their own.

In all honesty, they have some pretty strong Targaryen envy; They want to be so powerful that nobody can tell them what to do. They want to be so scary, that no one dares to revolt against them because it would be stupid. They want to be the legendary figures that changed Westeros forever. They want those damn dragons. And yes, Cersei and especially Jaime want to get away with incest.

So, how the hell did they all get away with their shit for so long?

1 - Robert was a drunk idiot. He does not give a fuck or even notice much around him, he just cares about drinking plenty of good wine, fucking some young whore, and not having Cersei bothering him. And he also had the bad habit of not listening to people telling him shit he didn't wanna hear (usually things that meant him having to deal with the bad side of being king instead of just enjoying the benifts). Can you imagine him reacting well if someone interrupts his fun to express their concerns about how Cersei made their kids wear red instead of gold in a feast?

2 - The crown was in debt to the Lannisters. Can't question their loyalty, otherwise they take the money away, AND use said money to destroy you - like, say, having all the guards turn against the hand of the king and getting him arrested for speaking out against the queen's bastard being crowned, right after said queen tore the letter the king's last wishes in front of everyone and nobody could do anything about it.

3 - While their behavior was weird, most people didn't realize just what was going on until Stannis spilled the beans on Cersei's kids being all bastards - full Lannister bastards. One would need to be around Cersei and/or Jaime (and sober), as well as look at the Baratheon family tree to fully connect the dots. Once that story was out, it became not just a case of one family trying to usurp the throne, but also of treason against the king AND a scandalous, taboo, illegal affair between the queen and her brother.

4 - While Cersei wanted to make sure Robert would have no heirs, pretty much nobody but Jaime supported her on that, otherwise Tywin would have found a way to get rid of Stannis, Shireen, Renly and any other baratheon as well, so Joffrey "Baratheon" would be the only choice. The head of the house was playing the long-game of having their family spending years, and years, and YEARS getting more and more entwined with royal family and it's business until they were royalty themselves, not the game of "let's secretly replace the royal family with our own by cucking the king" so while one would easily call the Lannister ambitious, very few would immediately call them traitors - and with little evidence and, once again, a king like Robert, that could backfire real fast.

5 - The Lannisters are not the only snakes around. You had people like Varys and Littlefinger, who would keep or expose people's secrets depending on what was convenient for their own goals and decided that the Lannister incest didn't need to come to light (at that point), and plenty of noble families like the Tyrells who could turn a blind eye to everything they knew because they don't care who is the true king, they just wanted a king one of their own could marry.

So yeah, Cersei, in a subtle yet not at all subtle way, showed she had no love, and more importantly, no loyalty towards her husband, the king. And if she wasn't a Lannister, or if house Lannister had played the game in a slightly different way, there is a pretty big chance that she would have paid the price for that a long time ago.

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My Mate - Chapter 5 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

"Did you have fun last night?" Mom asked, pulling me away from the book I was reading.

"Yeah," I lied with a smile, something I've gotten good at.

"I wish I had gotten another funnel cake though."

Which was true, I love those things and they're only good when you get one from the fair.

"Good," Mom said happily.

"You should get out of the house more, it's not healthy just sitting around here."

I went back to my book or at least tried to.

Her question had reminded me about how I'd sat on the side of the street for hours until Calvin and Robert finally arrived with two females.

I had to go back to the fair and get a ride home with Dad, who kept glancing my way and frowning the whole twenty minute ride.

I get it, I'm a disappointment.

He must of told Mom and that's why she's questioning me.

"You know Mrs. Tilly is hiring down at the bakery," Mom said, spraying something that smelt like lemons and chemicals before wiping it up with an old rag.

"It wouldn't hurt to get a part time job. You can start saving while you figure out what you want to do after high school."

I hated this conversation more than any other.

The thought of adult responsibilities scared me.

The older I got the more real they became and the more I feared them.

It was even worse because I still had no idea what I was supposed to do.

Everyone around me had goals and plans and all I could think about was just getting out of that brainwashing camp.

Also know as school.

It's weird, when I was a pup there was so many things I wanted to become.

For the longest time I was set on being a princess.

Back then everyone thought it was cute or judged my parents parenting, allowing their son to walk around in a pink princess dress.

My parents always told me I could be anything I wanted to be.

After my princess dress disappeared... I'm pretty sure mom threw it away after finally getting it off me... I wanted to be a lawyer.

No matter that I couldn't look anyone in the eyes without becoming flustered and blushing.

Or the fact that I couldn't have an argument or debate without crying.

They're angry tears, I promise.

Still my parents told me I could be anything.

After all those years... after being told I could be anything... it's become annoyingly clear that I had not a clue as to what I wanted to be.

My grades weren't good enough to become a lawyer or a doctor.

Being a princess was out of the window when I learned I'd actually be a prince.

I didn't really have a solid interest.

It also didn't help that after I hit thirteen everyone started telling me the things I couldn't do.

"You know what, I'm going to go ahead and call her. That job will be perfect for you," Mom said, determination shining in her dark green eyes.

"Mom," I whined, getting up to follow her into the kitchen.

"No, I know you like baking, admit it," She said, pointing her finger at me.

My face warmed but I didn't say anything.

"See," Mom grabbed the house phone and started looking over the numbers sloppily written on the pad hanging on the fridge.

"But Mom... that's only when no ones around," I murmured, twiddling my fingers.

"And this job will help you get out of that shell of yours," she said with that matter-of-fact tone.

I slumped on a bar stool and watched her as she talked on the phone.

She'd just hung up when the front door opened and Calvin walked in wearing the same rumpled clothes he had on yesterday.

"Calvin Carter Frey," Mom yelled, stopping him from going upstairs.

Oh, full name, he's in trouble.

I watched intently, it was a guilty pleasure watching my older brother get in trouble.

"What did I tell you about acting like one of those human man whores?"

Mom stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes hard and narrowed.

The scent on Calvin hit me a little later, my nose weaker than mom's.

Yeah, there was nothing hiding what he'd been up to.

Why didn't he shower before coming home?

Did he have no decency?

Respect for his elders?

Who raised him?

When Calvin didn't respond, Mom looked like she was ready to get dad's leather belt.

The one that hangs on the back of their bedroom door, ready to discipline us no matter how old we got.

"What are you going to do when you find your Mate?"

"I'm an adult having consensual sex with other adults, my Mate is probably out doing the same thing."

Calvin shrugged.

That was one of the things Wolves picked up after mingling with humans for so long.

It use to be seen as one of the biggest sins against the moon Goddess to be with anyone but your Mate.

It was acceptable and almost expected for a wolf to be rejected by their Mate if they shared relations with another.

Some Werewolves were still rejected because of it but it wasn't a common thing anymore.

Mom's old school though and so she always reminds Calvin that what he's doing is wrong.

Mom said a quick prayer to the Moon Goddess, apologizing for her stupid son before sending Calvin to shower.

"Coming into my home smelling like that. Like I didn't raise him," Mom huffed, talking to herself.

"Oh, Sweetie, you got the job," Mom said, kissing my cheek before leaving the kitchen.

I gaped a little.

"You start tomorrow."

[big-n-greedy-goldencheesy]

She can't gleam exactly why this particular Raisin Cookie wants to help - though, she supposes she's only known him for an hour at most. It could be for revenge; something Golden Cheese Cookie can get behind. The outcome was already grim. She can imagine clearly what this villager had saw before the two of them met along the mountains. Those refugees.. they had escaped so many days ago, and yet only now was this villager fleeing. A soldier who wanted to protect their kingdom to their last breath, perhaps?

Golden Cheese Cookie's apprehensive expression turned into a grin.

"I will gladly fight by your side then!" She stood proud, giving the purple Cookie a curt nod, "Do not hesitate to join the frey if that is what you wish-"

She caught a glint in the distance. Flexing her wings and floating.. she could see the war banners of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. Not only that, but rapidly approaching and leading the charge was none other than Dark Cacao Cookie.

"Dark Cacao Cookie!" Golden Cheese Cookie yells, floating closer by only a few feet. The Cookie might look drastically different; hair significantly more white, a more regal uniform and hat matching his status - but make no mistake, for the glow of the Soul Jam of Resolution could never be faked. Nor that sour expression, though warranted tonight.

"I see word has reached you as well." Her proud grin has disappeared as she comes back to the ground, spear still held tightly as she met Dark Cacao Cookie's eyes. She, too, has changed - her wings larger with more jewels to adorn her. Her Soul Jam of Abundance, too, glimmers like the very earth she commands, "I don't see Hollyberry Cookie or White Lily Cookie.. but I'm sure we can take down a lousy Beast with just the two of us! Not to mention your army and this Cookie I've brought with me."

Golden Cheese gestures to the purple nameless Cookie with her. She should learn their name... but there hadn't been time for pleasantries-

Once more, she's interrupted, noticing how some of the soldiers behind Dark Cacao Cookie react to something behind her. She's quick to swivel and even quicker to launch her spears - her main stopping just short of the intruding Cookie's face, with 6 others forming out of the rubble and joining the first. Had they not held up their hands and announced themselves so soon, they would've been crumbs before they even had a chance.

A Cookie sent on White Lily's behalf. She couldn't even bother to-

Shadow Milk Cookie. No, she didn't hear whatever this Cookie was spouting, but they appeared to have more information than she did. The conjured spears disintegrate, her original spear coming back to her.

"How do we know to trust you?" Golden Cheese Cookie catches her spear without looking away, scowling, "You could be trying to keep us away."

She might not know much, but the implication that Pure Vanilla Cookie lives is enough to boil her jam. Both of hope that her friend was still alive, and hatred that this Beast was apparently keeping him hostage. Her wings rustled with nervous energy, itching to just tear off the castle doors and demand for this Shadow Milk Cookie's presence.

( @sillysillyshadowmilkcookie )

The Heart of The Beast

The Vanilla Castle.

It was cold and silent inside. That's all it ever was now, anyway. Cold, silent and empty. Yet tonight it held an overwhelming sense of foreboding, one similar to the feeling when the Archangel of Destiny first took it's place in which it should not belong. The air was thick with tension, footsteps of the group who had dared to enter where they did not belong.

It was always the plan to try and rid of the Archangel since the beginning. What sort of beings would they be if they allowed for this beast to continue on in the corpse that doesn't belong to it?

The dread only grew as they approached the Chamber of Audience...

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"but then after a mysterious argument – that may or may not have been over Alys Rivers – Criston and the entire army leave him to go south and Aemond is left alone. " Can you elaborate?

*EDITED POST* (12/7/23)

Anon refers to this POST.

This is the quote of Criston and Aemond arguing and the former leaving right after. Mushroom is the one to suggest that both men desired Alys and fought over who got to have her, while Eustace said that that was only Aemond and that he didn't want to leave because he couldn't handle leaving her behind, which means that Eustace implies that Criston was the one who suggested and fought to leave her behind. Maybe because he saw how she had had much influence over Aemond (remembering the incident of her stopping Aemond from killing a messenger), how Aemond favored her and Criston got jealous over the less influence he had over Aemond and thus his own power that he gained from going over to the greens and leaving Rhaenyra (he did become Aegon's Hand and was one of those subordinates who the green councilors listened to, being Alicent's right-hand man). I go with this reading. Criston quite literally leaves Aemond behind and goes south with most of their entire army, Aemond allows him to. Perhaps even presses Criston too, thinking he can defend Harrenhall alone just with a few men and his dragon. He has enough of that pride and is attached to Alys enough (I said once that he left Alys but it's also just as possible that he was taken by surprise and had to leave her for a bit, or that Alys told him to leave her behind if she knew she would come to no harm...visions? Vhagar is huge...but that doesn't exactly work out as we saw with Sabitha Frey. (Yeah he manages to get back at Sabitha but he still escapes instead of killing everyone there.)

Some think that the two were genuinely in love OR loved/respected each other as human beings and that, again Criston saw this as competition or a distraction for Aemond. Me, I'm sure Aemond was very attracted to Alys and even may have fallen for her in his own twisted Aemond way, but I don't think it was necessarily reciprocated. The war prize context PLUS (& this is very important) his killing the entire Strong line right in front of her is just too much of a deterrent for the self-preserving Alys Rivers and is too much of an overall hindrance.

We'd have to have some evidence of her being, in her own way, a sort of twisted like Aemond for there to be a kind of anime-style, high drama evil-couple thing going on, which I'd honestly enjoy since Alys would be more active in deciding to use Aemond to survive or elevate herself as far as she could AND being smart about it. It's better than Alys being Aemond's victim totally since that also still would be a little too unrealistic.