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stardustbarbarians · 1 year

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Too Pretty For War

Chapter 1 (ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7 | ch. 8 | ch. 9)

A Samuel Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: The only way for Prince Sam to end a war is by marrying the enemy.

Tags: Prince!Sam, war, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, angst

Trigger Warnings: blood, death, nightmares, grief

A/N: Hi uhhhh I wasn't expecting to finish part one tonight but here were are. This fic is dedicated to @safety-sam whom this fic would not exist without her daring me to write it. If you read my other fics you'll know I like to name my fics after songs, but this time the title comes from me uttering the exact words of the title upon see the AI generate warrior Sam. As always, I appreciate your feedback <3. Please enjoy! (Also this is about to be filled with historical inaccuracies but I will try my best to keep it accurate where I can)

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Thirteen years. Thirteen years of war had been tearing apart the country that Sam called home. Ever since the age of ten, battle had been his reality. He has had to sacrifice so much for something so ridiculous, but what he has had to sacrifice pales in comparison to what his people have had to. So many mothers, wives, and children were without their sons, husbands and fathers all in the name of protecting their country over a scuffle that meant nothing.

“Please, father, just attempt to make peace with them. This fighting has gone on long enough,” Samuel pleaded, kneeling in front of the king sitting high atop his throne. Every time he spoke to his father, it always seemed to be while he was on the throne. He never got to speak to his father.

“You beg upon deaf ears, Samuel. Let it go. I will hear you speak of this no further,” the king sternly ordered, his face imitating the marble statues decorating the palace.

Knowing when he had lost, Sam got up from the floor and swept out of the room. He was furious. Couldn’t his father see all the harm he was causing on both sides??

Much like how most conversations with his father ended, the prince sought out his best friend in order to vent his frustrations concerning the king and this war. Without so much as knocking, Samuel stormed into his best friend’s living quarters.

“He will see no reason!!” the royal blared, pacing back and forth across the floor.

“Good evening to you as well, Sam,” Daniel dryly greeted. He was pouring over academic texts that went far beyond the prince’s knowledge. But that’s why he was part of the court in the first place; he was training to become Jake’s advisor.

“Does he not understand the torment and strain he is putting on this kingdom?! If he does not end this war soon, the people will ask for his head!!” Sam continued as if Daniel hadn’t said a word. He had one hand on his hip while his other rubbed at his forehead, the cape he wore brushing against his elbow while his fingers were poked by the heavy gold leaves digging into his scalp.

“You and I both know this is a matter of pride-”

“IS PRIDE WORTH THE BLOOD OF THOUSANDS OF MEN?!”

At his outburst, the room went silent. The pair of friends gazed at one another, Sam’s chest heaving as it attempted to keep pace with his anger. While the scholar’s face was blank, in his eyes Sam saw the compassion and pity swirling in them.

With a deep sigh, Daniel stood up from behind his desk. The prince stayed in his place while the scholar approached. He placed a hand on the prince’s shoulder. This wasn’t the first time this discussion occurred between them. “There is nothing in this world that is worth a person’s blood.”

Sam deflated at the touch. Daniel was one of the handful of people that saw the prince at his most vulnerable; he was the only one of non-blood relation, as well. The prince found himself leaning into the touch, if only slightly. He closed his eyes and let all of his fury seep out and calm at Daniel’s touch.

“Who else needs to die for this war to end?” Sam whispered. It was barely loud enough for Daniel to hear.

He couldn’t see it, but the scholar’s face shifted to one of empathy. He knew the amount of guilt the prince held due to his father’s stubbornness.

Sam suddenly was overly aware of the weight of his golden crown, his head hanging in shame. He felt his friend’s hand brush against his cheek in an act of solidary.

“If you can’t convince him, I’m afraid no one can.”

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After the sun had sleepily slipped below the horizon and the stars and moon partook in their duty of illuminating the inky sky, the prince laid in bed. He hadn’t even seen his father at dinner, the king off making battle plans with his war advisors. That left his mother, his sister Veronica, and Danile at the table. It had been silent and tense. The one person who could diffuse the tension was long gone.

His mind busy with thoughts racing around inside of it, Samuel fell into a restless sleep.

He dreamed of blood, of weapons. Of mothers falling to the ground in mourning for the death of their sons. Out of their mouths was the voice of his own mother, her haunting wailing sending chills down to his bone. Suddenly, it was the queen crumpled to the ground under the weight of her loss. In her arms was none other than Sam’s older brother who was off fighting the war. The crowned prince and next in line for the throne was being cradled by their mother as blood gushed out of a gaping wound in his chest. It gurgled out of his lips as he attempted to speak, his skin turning ever pale as he reached a hand out towards Sam. Before Sam could reach him, his arm went limp. He had lost his brother to the war.

“Samuel!!”

With a gasp, Sam was jolted awake. Covered in sweat despite the frigid temperature of his skin, Sam frantically looked around to find himself in his bed and not on the battlefield. It took a moment longer for him to realize that he wasn’t alone.

“Daniel,” he muttered, sitting up properly to address the scholar. He rubbed a hand down his face, taking a moment to compose himself.

“Yeah, it’s me. You’re in your room with me,” he reminded the prince. The two of them had gotten into the habit of soothing each other through the horrors of life.

Sam nodded, looking around once more just to be safe. Neither spoke, the subdued noises of the night substituting conversation. The monotonous yet calming crashing of waves against the beach near Samuel’s window grounded him as well as the presence of his best friend.

“Nightmares again?” Daniel finally asked, pushing one of his curls out of the way of his eyes. His torso was exposed, the light of the moon reflecting off his skin.

“How could you tell?” he asked after nodding his head in confirmation. Sam’s voice was rough, cracking upon use and sounding as if he had swallowed sand.

That was when Daniel looked away. He always made an effort to look his best friend in the eyes, knowing that Sam’s own father hardly glanced at his youngest. “You were screaming Jake’s name.”

At the name, Sam’s breath caught in his throat. He felt the tears prickle in his eyes, glancing away from Daniel. It was a ridiculous act, really. Daniel had seen the prince cry on so many occasions; but he was a man, and men don’t cry.

“He died in mother’s arms,” Sam shakily informed, looking out towards the moon and still refusing to look at his best friend. He wrapped his arms around himself, the wind chilling his sweat-slicked skin.

Once again, Daniel offered his best friend the comfort of physical touch. He leaned over and placed a hand on the prince’s shin. Instantly, Sam felt warmth bloom inside of him from the simple act.

“Do you think they mean something? These night terrors?”

The scholar sighed. He remained silent as he searched the caverns of his mind to come up with the best answer to Sam’s question.

“You need rest. That’s what I think,” he softly spoke, his tone warm like a summer’s morning.

They stayed like that for a moment, finding much needed comfort in one another’s presence. Without any more words spoken, however, Daniel instated his own advice and made to leave. Sam regretfully watched as Daniel walked towards his door, the scholar turning to look at Sam as he opened it.

“Goodnight, Samuel.”

“Goodnight, Daniel.”

And just like that, Sam was alone again.

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The next morning, Sam was interrupted from his sparring lessons to be summoned to the throne room by his father’s request. More than a little confused, the prince set down his sword and wiped the sweat off his skin before making his way to be in his father’s presence.

Upon entering, his guard was up instantly. He spotted his father, his mother, Veronica, and Daniel, no one else. The sound of the doors closing heavily behind the prince bounced off the stone walls and amplified it tenfold. As he walked towards the front of the room he found an array of emotions on his family’s faces ranging from confusion to sorrow.

“Now that you are all present, I’m afraid I have horrible news,” the king announced, addressing the four people gathered in front of him. He couldn’t explain how he knew, but Sam got the impression that he was barely holding onto his identity as the king. It seemed as if he was struggling to carry himself with that regality that the prince had come to loathe so wholly since his boyhood.

No one spoke, waiting with baited breath for the patriarch to continue. Under normal conditions, Sam wouldn’t be able to hear the way his father’s breath hitched. But much like the closing doors, it reverberated off the walls and amplified it.

“Jacob was slain last week.”

Sam’s mother cried out in horror, her hands coming to cover her mouth as her knees gave out. Acting on instinct alone, the lone son lunged out to capture her in his arms. He carefully lowered her to the floor, caressing her arm as she sobbed violently into her son’s chest.

It was too much like his dream last night. At least the reality had a lot less blood to be seen.

“His death has moved me to consider peace negotiations.” The king’s voice trembled. Sam was right, he was barely keeping it together.

The prince was barely paying him any mind. His attention was mostly focused on the way his mother repeated “no” in a soft mantra that did nothing but further fracture the young prince’s heart. He rested his head on top of her’s, gently rocking her back and forth in an attempt to comfort her through her unsurmountable grief.

“As such: Veronica, you will be married to the Spartan prince. I will send a messenger before the sun sets to-”

“No!”

All eyes were on the prince. He hadn’t realized he protested until he gained the attention of the room. Sighing deeply, Sam looked to his sister so that she could comfort her while he spoke to his father.

“No? You finally get what you have demanded for years and you say ‘no’?” The tone his father used made Sam feel like he was a child again. The prince closed his eyes and swallowed against every instinct that told him to back down.

“With Jacob… Now that…”

Blinking back tears and straightening his posture, Sam tried again.

“As I am next in line for the throne, I will need a wife to be the future queen,” Samuel began, internally proud of himself at how even his tone sounded.

“Samuel-”

“Hush, Daniel, please,” Sam silenced, finding his best friend’s concern as he looked at him and softening, “I know what I’m doing.”

The scholar stepped back, his brow knit. He clearly was against the prince’s train of thought, but he wouldn’t protest.

“The Spartans have a daughter. Allow me to marry her.”

“Sammy, please-”

“Ronnie, this is for your own good! They’ll torture you and commit unspeakable atrocities unto you!” the prince snapped, emotional at the idea of losing both his brother and sister on the same day. He could no longer hold back his tears.

“You seem to already have your mind set on this,” the king stated. Sam looked over at his father, catching what he thought could’ve been a glimmer of pride in his eyes.

“I have, father.”

The room was silent once again. The only noise was that of his mother’s cries as she mourned her son. The king deliberated, looking to the floor as he pondered.

“I will send a messenger with your proposal.”

Feeling as if he could collapse under the weight of that sentence, the prince bowed to his father before rushing out of the room. He wasn’t sure if he had any destination in mind, but he found himself in Jake’s old room when he became cognizant again. Falling to his knees, Samuel screamed. From the depths of his soul, he screamed in sorrow and frustration.

“It wasn’t supposed to be you,” Sam choked out, speaking to the spirit of his dead brother. But what was supposed to happen no longer mattered. The facts were he was never coming back.

The facts were he would soon be betrothed to his brothers’ killer.

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ome-magical-ramblings · 15 hours

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An Updated index to my blog

(updated 24-10-2023) (updated 27-05-2024) I figured out people might have wanted a more of a "guide" or "index" to my blog that might be more preferable than just letting someone dig through my blog, I will be updating this blog overtime. I also offer tarot reading and magical spell/ritual service depending on consultation, divination, and figuring out your country's currencies and adjusting my rates and the task at hand, throwing that out of the way if you are thinking about that. I do magical service and readings for pay, you can contact me and ask me about it if you're wondering. Book Review: Greatness of Saturn, A Therapeutic Myth My free publications: Sandalphon: Archangel of Malkuth Sandalphon's spirit portrait by @desdemonasarchives Business and Money Psalms Magic for Traveling Long distance Kefizat Haderech/Tay Al Ard Virtue of Quranic VersesFour Wheels of The Enchiridion

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snowblack-charcoalwhite · 8 months

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10 fandoms, 10 characters

@lonnson thank you for the tag! One character per fandom requirement is so cruel:( But here we go!

Matthew Crawley (Downton Abbey)

Have never felt so emotionally attached to a character, either before or after him.

Samwise Gamgee (The Lord of the Rings)

I don`t even know what comment to add here. Except maybe that every dictionary entry for "ride-or-die" should include a pic of him.

Will Graham (NBC Hannibal)

Certified murder babygirl - and certified mindfucker (good thing Hannibal is into this). Seriously, spectacular character. Most of the time I don`t get him (neither does Hugh Dancy, as per his own words, and that`s comforting). Actually that`s precisely Will`s shtick: no one understands him completely, no one ever could - including himself.

King Alfred the Great (The Last Kingdom)

One of the best-written and best-acted characters I`ve ever seen on screen. A great example of gentleness and ruthlessness, greatness and flawedness combined in one person to create a character so real and believable it feels he might just step into our world at any given moment.

Death (Terry Pratchett`s Discworld)

I just want to have a nice long chat with him.

The Joker (The Dark Knight)

Nothing groundbreaking to say here: perfect character, perfect acting. Wholeheartedly agree with Gary Oldman, it feels like Heath was channelling something not exactly from our world.

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo (Star Wars)

Two things to say here: I love him and Fuck TRoS.

Eames (Inception)

Ohh, such a treat of a character! That was my introducton to Tom Hardy, and it couldn`t have been a better one. Also, yes, I have a bit of a competence kink, just like Arthur.

Aemond Targaryen (Fire and Blood/House of the Dragon)

A case of a character becoming iconic from his first seconds on screen. Ewan`s Aemond has that something that makes it literally impossible to tear one`s eyes from him.

Nina Zenik (Six of Crows/Shadow and Bone)

My Heartrender Queen💕 While writing-wise I absolutely prefer book!Nina, Danielle is perfect. Her Nina feels so vibrant and alive that it`s hard to grasp she doesn`t really exist.

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flowersarefreetherapy · 1 year

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Shadow of Stars: Chapter 15

CW: noncon touch, noncon kiss, creepy/intimate whumper, threatening, angst, dubcon themes, vampire whumpee

“Who, who was th-that?”

Daniel kneels in the middle of the bedroom, hands folded in his lap. His body shakes and Star knows it isn’t from the cold. He hasn’t looked at him since the Shadow left the throne room and when Star asked him a question, he flinched as if he had been struck.

Coward.

“Scared?” Star taunts, grabbing a handful of Daniel’s hair and forcing his head up. “Now that you, that you aren’t the, the strongest here?”

“Please,” Daniel breathes, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “Star, please, if you’ve ever loved me, then you will not cave to his demands.”

“If,” Star repeats. He traces the edges of Daniel’s lips with a finger then slips it into his mouth and along his teeth. The sharp fangs that could tear out his throat seem so innocent without the fury behind them. “If I, I ever loved you.”

Daniel’s eyes slip closed. Star bends down, pressing a kiss to one eyelid, then the other. Under all the bravo, his heart races in his chest. No doubt Daniel can hear it, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is the new Shadow. The one who claims to have some hold over Daniel. His Daniel. Not only does he make outrageous claims, but he also has Robin. For all his rage towards his commander, Star cannot in good conscience abandon them. Not after everything they’ve done.

“And if, if, if I don’t?” Star asks. Daniel’s shoulders slump. “If I chose to, to . . . If I fight h-him?”

Daniel whimpers. It’s a beautiful sound. Star swallows hard and slides his hand free from Daniel’s mouth, instead wrapping it around his throat. Another whimper as the silver connects with skin, but Daniel knows better than to pull away.

“Good boy,” Star whispers in his ear. “Answer me.”

“You’ll die,” Daniel breathes, his voice catching on the words. “Ashur–he was my pack leader. He is powerful and dangerous and has a literal army of Shadows that will destroy this kingdom without a care.”

“We, we killed, we killed the, the Shadows. They’re gone.”

“Not them. Ashur is smart, cunning, he knows where to hide and how to kill without a trace. He knows how to leave victims drugged for hours, still conscious and aware of every ounce of blood he sucks from their veins. He knows how to kill in the slowest, most painful ways possible. If you fight him, you will die.”

“Don’t sound, sound so excited,” Star mutters, stepping back. An itch grows under his skin as Daniel slumps forwards. He would look so beautiful feeding, with the bliss that the venom provides driving them both to the bed.

There are other things to worry about. You have to stop this new menace.

“Perhaps I, I, I was not, not clear enough. I thought I, I marked, um, marked you as my own well, well enough.”

Daniel doubles over, one hand pressed to his mouth. His shoulders shake and the room fills with muffled sobs. Star rolls his eyes and grabs Daniel’s hair again. Damn, he doesn’t remember him being this emotional. What has gotten into him?

“Stop crying. This will solve, solve nothing.”

“Please,” Daniel whispers. “Please, Star, you cannot win. Please, don’t start this fight. I won’t lose you like this!”

I won’t lose you.

Warmth floods Star’s body. He smiles and gently cups Daniel’s chin. “Do you, you really think, um, think that high, highly of me? You want me, me alive?”

“I can’t,” Daniel breathes. “I can’t let him hurt you.”

“You want me?” Star bends down, brushing his lips against Daniel’s ear. “I, I want you to, to say, to say it.”

A shiver runs down his spine. This close he can feel the cold radiating off Daniel’s skin, can smell the sharp scent of blood and sweat. He’ll need a bath soon. Perhaps before they meet with this Ashur again. It’s far too easy to read the fear and desperation in Daniel’s eyes like this. Tears hang from his eyelashes like jewels, catching the light and reflecting the room around them.

How is he so damn human-like?

“I-” Daniel closes his eyes. A tear slides down his cheek. Star licks it away, savoring the taste of Daniel’s skin. “I don’t want you hurt, Star. I still–I don’t want you to die. Please, please, don’t try and fight him.”

“Good,” Star whispers. “But do you, you mean it? Or are you, you playing?”

“I’m not you,” Daniel says. There is a hint of venom in his words. “I would never lie about something like this. Ashur is a very dangerous man and if you chose to fight him, you will lose and he will kill you. Everything that this kingdom stands for will be destroyed.”

“A, a kingdom that, that hates you.”

“It’s still my kingdom.” A pause, Daniel meets his gaze. “And you are still my king.”

Star can’t help the grin that splits his face. He grips Daniel’s chin and pulls him into a kiss. It’s hard and messy and Star doesn’t acknowledge Daniel’s whimper, or his attempts to pull away. His other hand tangles in the back of Daniel’s hair, gripping the strands tightly to keep him in place. Whatever sobs slip free are caught in Star’s mouth and they taste like victory.

When he finally steps back, Daniel sags, his hair falling into his face. He’s absolutely gorgeous like this. It takes every ounce of self-control Star has to not strip away the last of the silks covering his body. Instead, he rubs the edge of one of them, the fabric smooth beneath his fingertips.

“Perhaps a, a demonstration is needed,” Star says. “To, to, to show this fool who, who you belong to.”

The collar is cold against his palm as he pulls Daniel to his feet. He stumbles along as Star leads them to the bed, his other arm resting against the small of Daniel’s back. His skin is still cold to the touch, but Star has every intention of changing that.

“But, but first . . .”

Star shoves Daniel to the bed. He lands with only a small whimper of protest, already moving back to allow Star the best position. He kneels between Daniel’s legs and bends down, his heart racing. So, so close to the bliss he wants and his body knows it.

“Kiss me.”

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#intimate whumper #creepy whumper #noncon touch #noncon kiss #emotional whump #threats #dubcon themes #vampire whumpee #collars #fantasy au #vampire au #star my beloved #daniel the protector #shadow of stars au #taking a little break from studying to write the messed up lads

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brimmingwithautism · 11 months

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AEW DYNAMITE 7/12/23

Thank you Jasffy, you insane bastard, for already giffing their entrance.

Wanted to put my thoughts on the night in writing, but in short: MJF and Adam Cole are the funniest duo in the company right now, Nick Wayne and Swerve Strickland stuck gold for a third time together, and Kenny Omega gets back together with his boyfriend

- Great showing from Komander, especially in the beginning of the match

- First Match: Komander V Jericho. 3 stars

- Had a good spot upside down on the turnbuckle which transitioned into a hurricanrana

- great sell from Komander for Jericho forearm

- I am being sports entertained

- insane double power bomb from Jericho - he’s making ambitious spots but he makes em well

- lot of energy in second half of match- very good back and forth between the two. Komander is a well of energy throughout the entire thing

- the catch into the walls of Jericho was a great finish, and I loved that he did entire match alone. great showing from him

- HIGHLIGHT OF THE MATCH: Komander's rope walk into shooting star press pin - in a better world you would have won off that king

Darby Allin & Orange Cassidy VS Daniel Garcia & Sammy Guevara. 4 1/2 stars

- Tension between Garcia and Guevara in the intros is setting up a fun storyline there for the eventual JAS implosion

- fantastic fake out arm drag from 🍊 in the beginning, nice energy to start

- get spun darby. Second time in like a month he's been absolutely rotated

- handshake!! between Darby and Sammy. darby saw Jack Perry turned heel and immediately started turning Sammy into the biggest ol babyface

- looooooong vertical suplex with Sammy and darby fucking christ. men invent complex rituals to touch the skin of other men, etc

- get walled darby

- 🍊 and Garcia are so good together, same with darby and Sammy. all around strong chemistry between the four men.

- excellent stun dog to stunner to ddt - incredible and fluid sequence from 🍊 to darby and back to 🍊

- Beach break? more like back break. let my man take a rest week because 🍊 is falling apart

- I know Garcia and Sammy have to advance for their eventual big break from the JAS, but I still hate the match ended in outside interference. At lease Swerve is a fun heel.

- TWO HANDSHAKES between Sammy and Darby. the baby has been faced

HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT: Darby audibly going “SHIT!” right before Swerve jumps in to kick his face off

MJF & Adam Cole VS Bill Bill & Brian Cage. 3 and 1/4 stars

- their combined entrance is sill the best thing in aew right now

- MATCHING SHIRTS

- it's a wrestling match, Michael, how many push-ups can there be? Seven?

- max has some good theatrics but not a lot of good spots so far. feels so much more performance based than the other matches tonight

- Adam Cole always has THE BEST anger face tho

- LET MJF BITE MORE OPPONENTS! HE DESERVES IT!

- nice three part joke setup for the full body slam on big bill. Again, the three part joke set-up makes the match feel like a skit

- love Cole using mjf tactics as their partnership goes on

- cute chemistry in the promo too. can't wait to see the whole thing explode

- HIGHLIGHT OF THE MATCH: Brian Cage picking up MJF and Adam Cole at the same time to do a backwards toss. Insane machinery

RUBY SOHO VS SKYE BLUE. 3 stars

- my kingdom for a good women's wrestling match on dynamite

- nice series of kicks from Skye to start things out - her legs are i n s a n e

- Good idea to kick Ruby’s crew for this one - Skye is already such an underdog going into it that the Outcasts would just get rid of any potential tension

- Ruby is cute when she's sadistic and I should be allowed to say it. I’m not super behind her in-ring style but she really does know how to tear someone apart

- Impressed at skye's showing, and I’m glad they let her do a big second win comeback even with two “shattered” knees

- still not long enough. Tony Khan your days are numbered

HIGHLIGHT OF THE MATCH: Ruby’s pin on Skye was hot and I should be allowed to say it.

Nick Wayne VS Swerve Strickland. 4 1/2 stars

- good flinch moment to start the match. I had my doubts Nick would be able to put up any presence with Swerve in the ring (I have a bias) but doing a fake-out punch on Swerve in the corner was a great opening moment

- you can tell these guys have wrestled with each other before - just the way they so fluidly transition between pinning and striking shows they know how the other moves. God bless the Seattle wrestling community

- great striking/miss combo between the two. poetry in motion

- insane fisherman suplex from nick considering he’s even skinnier than Hook

- picturesque hurricanrana between nick and swerve off the apron

- Nick's mama VS prince Nana book it Tony

- nice hang off the apron to neckbreaker from swerve

- Darby comes out to support him at the entrance ramp but I need him all the way down ringside. You gotta be this kid’s Sting, Darby. Making you the mentor in a new relationship would be such a good storyline for him

- amazing counter from swerve for the next hurricanrana that Nick tried - excellent way to show that this kid is good but he’s inexperienced in a real match, and can get caught out doing the same thing

- this match fucks severely. even got the crowd to shout this is awesome

- Nick lost, but it’s one of the greatest introduction matches for a wrestler I’ve seen. I know why they signed the kid and I honestly agree. AEW likes younger talent (Hook, Julia Hart) and so far the company seems to be good at nurturing them and letting them grow. High hopes from this showing.

HIGHLIGHT OF THE MATCH: - REVERSE HURRICANRANA TO Wayne's world cutter from Nick on the turnbuckle. fantastic coordination between the two of them

Overall I thought the wrestling in this match was pretty good, but then immediately overshadowed by the GOLDEN ELITE. IBUSHI COMING BACK BABY. Excited for that and in disbelief he finally showed up to hang out with Kenny and it wasn’t even PPV. Mein Gott.

What were your thoughts on the episode? Who do you think will win the Owen Hart cup or the blind tag team tournament? (hint, it probably won’t be Daniel Garcia)

#aew #aew dynamite #aewdynnamite #aew wrestling #mjf #adam cole #darby allin #orange cassidy #swerve strickland #fuck it i dont want to tag all of them #wrestling thots

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A Rose of Winter - Chapter 5

Summary: All Daniel wanted to do was escape the stifling life as a Stark of Winterfell and travel the world. Between the looming threat North of The Wall and the den of lions in the capital, he unexpectedly finds love in the midst of a war set to tear Westeros apart. Caught between loyalty to his family and duty, he is torn in a thousand directions that all point to one man: Philip Flowers.

Rating: E (There are only a few smut scenes but it's an M for battles, war, and other adult topics)

Tags/warnings: I removed most triggers (no R or SA, no minors involved in sex, no gore). It does include: Deaths either written without details or in a poetic way if it's an important character (Dan and Phil, Ghost and Balerion will live but everyone else is fair game). Strangers to lovers, Slow Burn, missing each other. The prophecies and stories foreshadowed are fulfilled, a satisfying ending to the entire story without plot holes. Extreme canon divergence. Dan and Phil are not replacing characters, they were written in. GAME OF THRONES AU

Author's Note: This is my OSPBB 2022, Couldn't have done it without my betas @effingmeteors and @filisaceaf.

Word Count: Each chapter will be around 15k and have at least one Dan or Phil pov. The total wc is about 210k.

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TYRION

Tyrion walked out to the terrace where Joffrey’s name day celebration was taking place and smiled at the crowd. They were eyeing him with equal amounts of distrust and curiosity, just as always. It was good to be back home at last - or perhaps it was just better than being on the battlefield.

He approached the raised dais where Joffrey, Sansa, Myrcella and Tommen sat. “Dear nephew! How great it is to see you again! I hoped to see you on the battlefield but you were nowhere to be seen!” He said, with a wide smile.

Just as expected Joffrey’s outrage was evident. “I was here ruling the Seven Kingdoms!”

“Yes, yes,” he said, pouring himself a glass of wine. “And what a wonderful job you have done.”

“I thought you were dead!” Joffrey spat.

“I am glad you are not dead, uncle!” Sweet Myrcella said. Oh, she was always such a good little Lady, it almost made Tyrion want to father children of his own.

“I am glad too! Death is much too boring! And look at you, already a beauty!” he bowed before her. “And you, Tommen, you will be bigger than The Hound, but much better looking.” He turned to Bronn, his sellsword turned personal guard, and pointed to The Hound. “This one doesn’t like me.”

Bronn laughed. “Can’t imagine why.”

He walked over to Sansa and kissed her hand. “I am sorry for your loss, My Lady.”

“Her father was a confessed traitor!” Joffrey screeched with that unpleasant voice of his.

Tyrion had to resist the urge to slap the little brat again. “He was still her father. I am sure that given you have lost your own father recently you can sympathise.”

Joffrey looked at him with those hateful little eyes that looked just like Cersei's. Then he turned to Sansa and gave her a threatening look.

Sansa cleared her throat and let out a little breath. “My father was a traitor, my brother Robb and my mother are traitors too. I am loyal to my beloved King Joffrey.”

Tyrion smiled at her; she was a smart girl. Despite everything that she had gone through, she still had her sanity. “Of course you are.” He downed his wine glass and put it down at the table before letting out a deep sigh. “Well, I would love to stay but I have work to do.” He walked away without another word, his smile widening as he heard Joffrey screaming after him, wanting to know what work he was referring to and what he was doing back in King’s Landing.

He walked into the council meeting without announcing himself, taking a small satisfaction at everyone’s expressions. Not a single person was happy to see him, but he was already used to that; not many people were happy to see him outside the meetings either.

“Oh, please don’t get up!” He said, walking to the other side of the table and sitting at the only available spot, the head.

“What are you doing here?” Cersei said without even the pretence of a smile.

“Well, you see, I took a piss at the edge of The Wall, slept in a sky cell, fought with the Hill Tribes and now I’m here.”

“What are you doing here? This is the small council.” She was clearly trying not to yell at him, but she was close enough to snapping that he knew her fists were closed tight under the table.

He shrugged. “I assumed The Hand of The King would be welcome at the council meeting.”

“Our father is The Hand.”

“Yes, and in his absence…” Tyrion smiled and gave Varys a rolled parchment with the Lannister seal and his father’s handwriting.

The eunuch raised his eyebrows at the Queen and carefully read the message. “Lord Tywin named him Hand of The King in his stead while he is away.” He lowered the parchment slowly and looked around the table surely looking for someone to say something.

The faces of disapproval made Tyrion’s heart sing but he couldn’t enjoy it for long.

“Out! Everybody out!” Cersei screamed, the vein shutting out on her forehead making her quite unattractive. Once the other council members had left, she leaned closer to him trying to look menacing. “I don’t know what you did to manipulate Father-”

“If I could manipulate Father, I would be in a much better position, don’t you think? I am here only because of your incompetence.”

“I have done nothing!”

“Exactly! Your son beheaded his most important ally in the North and you did nothing.”

She leaned back in her chair. “I tried to stop him.”

“Really? Well, you failed and now I’m here,” he said as he poured himself a glass of wine.

“He got what he deserved,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Have you not noticed that we are at war? The entire North has risen against the crown and we are losing.”

“Robb Stark is a child.”

“A child who has won every battle he fought. People call him the King in the North.”

“He will never make it to King’s Landing. You don’t know anything about war.”

“Maybe so, but I do know about people and I know that our enemies hate each other almost as much as they hate us. It won’t take long before the other houses flock to the Starks and the mighty King in the North, who charges at the front of every battle with his giant direwolf.”

Cersei huffed and down her glass of wine, like the answer to their family’s problems was hidden in the fine Dornish brew. “Joffrey is King,” she said.

“Joffrey is King,” he parroted, taking a small sip of wine.

“You are only here to advise him.”

“I am only here to advise him. And if The King listens to my advice, he might just get his Uncle Jaime back.”

Her eyebrows raised ever so slightly despite her trying to appear aloof. “How?”

“You love your children, that is your only redeemable quality - that and your cheekbones - and the Starks too. We have two Stark children to exchange for him.”

“One. Arya, that little scoundrel, disappeared.”

“What? In a puff of smoke?” Tyrion had to suppress a sigh. Sometimes he couldn’t believe how stupid his family was. If they were any more incompetent Hodor would make a better ruler of The Seven Kingdoms. “We had three Starks to trade. You chopped one’s head off and let the other escape.”

He paused.

“Father would be furious… it must be difficult for you, to be the disappointing child.” He raised his glass and toasted to the absolute disaster he would have to try and fix if he wanted to keep his head on his shoulder along with his entire family.

BRAN

Bran felt the wind caressing his hair gently but was unaffected by the cold. He ran and ran as fast as his legs could carry him, making it out to the woods, loving the sound of the fallen leaves breaking with every step and the ravens croaking all around until he made it to the pond. He approached it slowly, panting with excitement - and then he saw it: the face staring back at him in the reflection was not his, but Summer’s.

He woke up with a start; his fluffy friend sleeping right beside him.

The dream didn’t scare him at all but it did leave a strange sensation in his chest; as if he was missing something. He didn’t want to tell anyone about it in case they would think he was crazy, but the mental image stayed with him all through the morning, so he asked Hodor and Osha to take him on a walk after lunch.

Bran wrapped his fur around his body a little tighter as Hodor carried him to the Godswood, still disappointed that he couldn’t walk by himself. Would he ever stop dreaming about running and climbing again? He shook his head, trying to focus on what he really wanted to see.

“Here, please,” he said, grunting when Hodor placed him on the ground. He dragged himself over to the pond and stared at his reflection in the water. It had been so real, but it didn’t feel that way now. He was not a wolf, just Brandon Stark. Could it have been a message from his father? Or an Omen? Bran turned and laid on his back, looking up to the bright red star crossing through the sky. “I heard the men talking about the comet. They say it means Robb will win a great victory in the south.”

“Did they?” Osha snorted as she made herself comfortable on the ground beside him, looking up at the sky as well. “Heard some fools say it’s Lannister red, that they will run the Seven Kingdoms before long; heard a stable boy say it was blood red because of your father’s death. But it’s neither of those things; the stars don’t fall for men, they fall for dragons.”

“Dragons are all dead; they’ve been for centuries,” Bran said and looked up to the sky daydreaming about wolves and dragons and all the battles that were no longer in his future.

Bran croaked and jumped from branch to branch until he remembered that he could fly. The ravens looked at him expectantly as he jumped down and soared through the sky. “You will learn to fly in due time, Brandon.”

He gasped and opened his eyes, finding Maester Luwin already waiting by the bed.

“Nightmare?”

Pressing his lips into a line, Bran hesitated. “Have you ever heard of someone turning into an animal?”

The maester cocked his head and looked at him curiously. “Transforming into an animal? No, not that I can recall. Why?”

“I just - I remember reading something about seeing through an animal’s eyes and wanted to know more about it.”

“Oh, that is a different matter. There are old tales of the Starks of Winterfell being wargs thousands of years ago. That means they were able to see through the eyes of different animals and perceive the world through their senses. They would run, hunt, and play in their dreams where they inhabit an animal’s body for a short period of time. As interesting as it may sound, it is sadly nothing but a tale just like the ones Old Nan used to tell you.”

Bran frowned. It didn’t sound like a tale to him, just as none of Old Nan’s stories sounded unreal. “So Bran the Builder was not real?”

The maester sighed. “Bran the Builder was a real person, there are records of it, just like there are dragon bones left to prove their existence.”

“But there is no proof of people becoming animals.”

“No. There are no records of wargs really existing.”

DAENERYS

Danny dragged her feet through the desert, trying her best to push the pain of the blisters away. Her skin was more tanned than it had ever been, peeling in painful flakes she tried not to touch, her hair and lips dry as bones from dehydration. Her khalasar had been reduced to only a few dozen people, some of them leaving because of the lack of resources, others perishing for the same reasons. She couldn’t help but feel guilty for condemning her people to such a cruel destiny because of her recklessness.

“Does it ever end?” She asked Jorah before putting one of her dragons back in their cage.

“I have never been so far east, but everything has to end at some point.”

Her mare collapsed before her eyes and she rushed to her side. Jorah silently asked her to step back and examined the mare before shaking his head.

“She was the first gift Drogo gave me,” she said, trying not to let her voice tremble.

“I know, Khaleesi.”

Irri wrapped one arm around her and rested her head on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. Danny looked at the cliff beside them; one of the few spots with shade they had encountered in their long journey. “Rakharo, Aggo, Kovarro,” she called her best three warriors. “Take the remaining horses and ride as far as you can for as long as you can; I want to know how big the Red Waste is. You will ride to the east, to the south-east and north-east.”

“What should we look for, Khaleesi?” Rakharo asked.

“Cities, living or abandoned, caravans of people, rivers or the great salt sea, anywhere or anyone that will receive us.”

The three Dothraki nodded and each took a horse, starting to pack for their journey.

Danny followed her most trusted guard. “Rakharo, blood of my blood, I ask that you return safely to me; you are my last hope.”

“I will not fail you, blood of my blood.”

“You never have.”

He looked around briefly before smiling at her. “It would be a bad time to start.”

She wrapped him in a tight hug before letting him go on what could be his last trip; she could only hope it wasn’t.

JON

The moment they set foot beyond The Wall, Jon could tell that something had changed. The winds of winter blew strong and grew in intensity making it nearly impossible for them to tread through the snow. Despite the layers upon layers of clothes and furs he was wearing, Jon could feel the cold seeping into his bones. He had lived through three winters already but they had been nothing like this.

It took them nearly three weeks to get to Craster’s Keep with the ravens - none of which survived - provisions and horses; the only shelter beyond The Wall according to Lord Commander Mormont. Before they entered, Mormont warned them to not aggravate Craster under any circumstances and stay out of trouble during their stay.

It was a strange place. A large cabin with stables and quite a few women tending to it but it was not disturbed by the wildlings and it seemed to be self-sufficient despite the hard terrain it was standing on.

Sam was the first to notice the ladies, doing laundry, carrying food and getting wood for the fire; some of them pregnant, some of them not. Edd told him to stay away from them since Craster was an old man with a horrible temper who was very adamant on people wanting to steal his wives or his daughters.

Jon asked how he had come to have so many wives but Edd merely shrugged and said they married him out of necessity for a place to stay and food before walking in.

“Why doesn’t he have any sons?” Jon murmured but Sam shrugged and followed Edd in.

Their first night at the inn went by without a hitch despite Craster’s aggressive comments to Lord Commander Mormont and his knack for yelling at his young wives constantly.

From him they were able to gather some of the information they were looking for. Uncle Benjen had not been seen in months and he was presumably dead. The wildlings, usually split into different groups, were all gathering under a strong leader they called The King Beyond The Wall, his name was Mance Rayder.

When they finally settled in the stables for the night, Jon sat beside Mormont and asked him about Craster. The Lord Commander explained that Craster was a wildling himself but he decided to live on his own and run the inn instead of living a nomad life like the others.

“He seems to be quite spiteful,” Jon observed, the old man's words ringing in his ears still. ‘If I catch you looking at one of my wives I’ll gouge your eyes out!’ he’d said.

“The man is unpleasant, but he is the only wildling willing to receive us, give us shelter and supplies. He’s the only one who has a house and stables instead of living in a tent, so if we have to obey his house rules, that’s what we’ll do.”

Jon sighed but nodded. “May I ask you something?”

“Yes, of course.”

“When Craster mentioned this - King Beyond The Wall… you looked surprised.”

“I was not surprised, just disappointed. Mance Rayder is different from Craster. He was once a man of The Night’s Watch, but he betrayed his vows and his brothers to live beyond The Wall with the wildlings. He’s a man without honour.”

Jon’s eyes widened as he stared into the flames. “I see.” He couldn’t imagine why someone would choose to leave The Watch and live in such horrible conditions. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the stables, lost in thought until he fell asleep.

---

The following morning, Jon woke up and went in search of Sam who was standing off to the side, not doing much at all - other than staring at one of Craster’s heavily pregnant wives intently.

Ghost followed him and pinned the girl to the side of the cabin. She was carrying three chickens and he was clearly very interested in them.

“Ghost! Knock it off. Leave the Lady alone!” Sam yelled, his voice breaking with insecurity as he tried to plead with the wolf.

Ghost turned and looked at Sam, considering whether to listen to him or not but then made eye contact with Jon and came up to greet him.

“Don’t terrorize the ladies. They don’t want to play and you are too big to be doing that. I have food for you, but you have to behave.”

Ghost whined and licked his fingers, requesting some pets from him as a reassurance that he was not in trouble. Jon grabbed his face with both hands and pressed a kiss to his white forehead, hugging him and giving him a few pats on the side. “Be good,” murmured, causing Ghost to let out a low howl.

“You are so brave!” Said the girl, finally able to speak again. Jon looked at her but realised she was talking to Sam. “You saved me!”

“Oh, it was nothing. Ghost is an old friend; I assure you he meant no harm.”

“I couldn’t be friends with a direwolf!” Exclaimed the woman. “My name is Gilly.”

“I’m Sam, Samwell Tarly.”

Jon resisted the urge to roll his eyes and left them speaking quietly, focusing on feeding his white menace of a wolf. He had a rabbit buried in the snow ready for him.

To Jon’s knowledge, Sam had had no further contact with Gilly since their brief encounter in the morning but that very night, his friend pulled him aside and brought him to a very small hut where she was already waiting for them.

“Jon, we need to take her with us when we leave.”

“Are you insane? Mormont will have us executed. He warned us about messing with Craster’s wives.”

“Please,” said Gilly. “I’m not too close to delivering, I can still walk.”

“No, we can’t take you with us. We are going further north. It’s not safe.”

“I’m scared! I think my child is a boy…”

Jon frowned. “Why does that matter?”

Gilly took a step back and looked away. “I can’t say.”

Sam grabbed Jon’s arm. “We have to take her with us, she’s not safe here!”

“What would you have us do? She would die out there. At least here she is warm and has food.”

“Forget I asked. I’m sorry-” Gilly said. “Please don’t tell my husband.” She rushed out of the hut followed by Sam but not before he gave Jon a disappointed look.

It was true that her life didn’t seem to be happy, but he knew they couldn’t possibly take her and leave; Lord Commander Mormont would not allow it.

TYRION

Tyrion poured himself another glass of wine and stared at the message once again, frowning, wondering what was the world coming to with men like Joffrey and Stannis fighting for the throne. One was as mad as The Mad King himself but with nobody trying to kill him for the greater good; the other apparently was sacrificing people, burning them alive, watching them scream in pain with no remorse merely because the Red Priestess said it would aid his campaign. And to make matters worse, Stannis had sent a raven to every single house announcing that Joffrey was Jaime's son - he downed the glass and sighed deeply. If he was honest with himself, the most qualified person out of all the contestants in this war was Robb Stark, and he was only twenty years old.

He hissed when Shae bit his earlobe.

“What has you so troubled?” She asked. “You have not looked at me once since you walked in.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling his chair back and taking her hand in his. “I just worry about the state of things and what we are going to do. I am The Hand now, and the decisions I make will impact so many lives.”

She smiled and sat across from him, her long black hair falling in ringlets over her shoulders, the southern style of silk dress fitting her so exquisitely. He wished it could just be them away from everything, living as husband and wife in the countryside, but they were not, they were a dwarf born to a noble family and a beautiful girl who had to do what she could to survive.

“You will do what’s right, you always do.”

“You give me too much credit, My Lady,” he laughed.

Shae climbed onto his lap and kissed him, unfastening his breeches just as effortlessly as he lifted her dress and took her, every worry slipping from his mind.

---

Tyrion walked into the Throne Room and froze for a moment, watching all the workers lift the enormous dragon skulls from centuries ago; they looked even bigger on display than in the dungeons.

Joffrey looked around with a wide smile, that disturbing smile he had when something gave him an odd sense of accomplishment, often from hurting someone or humiliating them.

Cersei walked up to him, rage written all over her face. “What are you doing?”

“Say what you will about the Targaryen but they had good taste. If Westeros used to have these magnificent creatures, there’s no reason why they shouldn’t be hanging proudly in the Throne Room.”

“Joffrey,” she grabbed his arm, “you need to stop this -”

He pulled his arm free from her grasp, nearly making her stumble back.

Tyrion walked closer to them, ready to intervene if necessary.

“Is that disgusting lie I’ve heard about you and my uncle true?” He spat, but at least not speaking too loudly around the workers.

“Our enemies will say anything that will weaken your claim to the throne. No one believes these lies,” Cersei said, her tone even and her eyes relaxed. It was a clear lie; she had always been so good at it unless you had spent your entire life watching her.

“Someone does,” Joffrey said, stepping closer to her. “Tell me, did my father fuck other women after he grew tired of you? How many bastards does he have?”

Before Tyrion could even blink, Cersei slapped her eldest son so hard the sound echoed through the room.

“What you just did is considered treason and punishable by death,” Joffrey growled. “I will spare you this one time because you are my mother, but you will never do it again. Is that understood?”

Cersei looked at him and frowned; she must have known that was not an empty threat, that no matter how much she loved Joffrey, he would kill her if he felt he couldn’t keep her in line.

Tyrion approached them and cleared his throat. “Your Grace. Is everything in order?”

“Yes, of course.” Joffrey gave Tyrion a rolled parchment. “Take this to Ser Janos and ask him to be quick about it. There’s no time to waste, we are at war.”

He nodded and walked in the direction of Bronn’s chambers, crossing Sansa and Shae along the way and stopping to say a quick hello. Having Shae as Sansa’s handmaiden seemed to be going well. He arrived at his destination and knocked on the door.

“What!?” Bronn yelled.

“It’s me.”

“Oh, well come in then.”

Tyrion walked in and found him sitting behind a big desk, his feet on top of it, his arms crossed above his chest. “I can see that you are busy.”

“I am working on your security system.”

“Not too hard, I hope. The King asked me to deliver this to Ser Janos.”

Bronn grabbed the message, read it and raised his eyebrows. “There's something seriously wrong with that twat.” He shrugged.

“What did he say?”

Bronn merely gave him the parchment back. It read: “Have the city guard find all of the late King’s bastards and kill them. Leave none alive.”

“Do you think he will do it?” Tyrion asked.

“Nah, not himself,” Bronn said. “But the guards will have to. I would rather not kill children if I don’t have to, but those poor bastards will have to follow the brat’s orders.”

Tyrion nodded, letting out a heavy sigh. “He doesn’t want anyone else threatening his claim on the throne.”

“It’s not the bastards he should be worried about, or the ones declaring war,” Bronn said. “Nobody likes him and powerful people need powerful friends.”

“That is the smartest thing I’ve heard you say.”

Bronn shrugged. “Who are your powerful friends?”

“Lord Varys, Petyr Baelish…”

“They would betray you in a heartbeat.”

“Baelish, yes. Varys… not unless it was necessary, which is how we play the game.”

Rolling his eyes, Bronn scoffed and dug between his teeth with a fingernail. “I hate games; I’ll stick to my sword.”

Opening the door to his chambers, Tyrion nearly dropped his books. Varys sat across the table from Shae, they seemed to be drinking wine together.

“Lord Varys, to what do we owe the honour?”

“Oh, My Lord, you have been very cruel to hide your friend from me. She is such a lovely flower; she told me all about how you two met. Such a wonderful coincidence to find a beautiful woman working in your father’s kitchens.”

“A marvellous coincidence.” Tyrion said. “You should try her fish pie.”

Shae laughed and waved him off. “I don’t think he would like fish pie.”

“How can you tell?” Varys asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I can always tell,” she winked.

Tyrion dragged a chair to the table loudly. “Why are you really here?”

Varys smiled. “Oh, how rude of me, I just wanted to stop by and chat, although - I did get word from my little birds that the Queen has sent Lord Baelish on a mission to find our elusive Arya Stark.”

“At least she’s listening to some of my advice,” Tyrion said, bringing his wine glass to his lips and savouring it.

Varys cleared his throat and stood from his chair. “How awful of me to go on and on when it is so late.” He bowed before Shae and made his way to the door, turning around to look at Tyrion. “I do believe we have a council meeting.”

Tyrion rushed to Varys’ side just as he reached for the door handle and pressed his hand to it, keeping it closed. “I don’t like threats,” he whispered.

“Who threatened you?” Varys raised his eyebrows in mock confusion.

“I am not Ned Stark.”

“Ned Stark was a man of honour,” Varys said.

“And I am not. If you keep threatening me, I will have you thrown into the sea.” Tyrion tried to open the door, but this time Varys pressed his hand to it.

“You’d be surprised at the results. Storms come and go, big fish eat little fish and in the end, I keep on paddling.” He smiled sweetly. “Come, My Lord, we shouldn’t keep the Queen waiting.”

Upon reading Robb Stark’s peace offering and request to trade Jaime for the independence of the North, the Stark sisters and Ned Stark’s bones, Cersei tore the paper in half and instructed their distant cousin to send her reply to him.

Tyrion resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his sister. “Sending Ned Stark’s bones would at least be a gesture of good faith.”

She ignored him of course. “Did you see him?” She asked the young Lannister.

“I did. They have not broken his spirit, Your Grace.”

“If you happen to speak with him, tell him that he has not been forgotten.”

“I will, Your Grace.”

“Safe travels, cousin,” said Tyrion, already unrolling the next parchment. “Lord Commander Mormont says the wildlings have stopped fighting each other and gathered under a new leader whom they call The King Beyond The Wall.”

“Another King? How many are there now? Five?” Cersei laughed.

“He said the cold winds are rising and the dead are rising with them.”

“The Northerners have always been superstitious people,” added Pycelle.

“One of these dead men attacked him, it seems. Mormont does not lie.”

“How does one kill a man that is already dead?” Asked Baelish with a smirk.

“With fire, apparently,” replied Tyrion. “He requests that we send more men to man The Wall.”

“We are at war, we don't have any more men to spare.”

“Let me remind you that The Night’s Watch is the only thing standing between whatever is beyond The Wall and us.”

Cersei rose from her chair, all the other council members rising with her. “I’m sure the brave men of The Night’s Watch will protect us all,” she said as she walked out of the room.

DAN

Dan could have cried when he saw the Stark banners all around the camp. Balerion wagged his tail and looked at him, almost asking for permission. “Go on, find Greywind, he will be happy to see you.” He patted Balerion’s fur and watched him run straight to one of the bigger tents, people jumping out of his path all the way.

“Dan?” His mother called. “Dan!”

He knew that tone well, she was hopeful but worried. He wasted no time galloping down the hill. Some of the archers looked at him but carried on with their tasks once they recognised him.

In the end, he found Balerion pawing at his mother, tugging on her dress. “Hey, you will throw her to the ground, be gentle with your grandma.”

“Daniel!” She chided him but welcomed him into her arms when he got down from his horse. “Where were you?”

“I was in King’s Landing. I -” he tried to continue but the memories of his father’s death flooded his mind once again. “I’m sorry, I should have stopped it.”

His mother shook her head, trying to look strong. “There’s nothing you could have done!”

“I spoke to him one last time,” he whispered into her ear.

She looked at him and gave him a watery smile. “I am glad that you got that gift. Come; Robb will want to see you.”

They walked to the big main tent, Balerion running ahead and entering before them.

Dan pulled back the fabric and saw his brother standing behind the plotting table.

Robb looked up and smiled when their eyes met. “Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me, I would like a word with my brother.”

“Your Grace,” they said before exiting quietly.

Dan approached him with open arms and Robb pulled him into a crushing hug, letting out a deep sigh of what sounded like relief. “Hello, little brother. I've missed you.”

Letting himself be wrapped in Robb’s embrace, Dan melted into his arms. He felt small all of a sudden. He was trying his best to keep his composure, but being in the presence of his family once again seemed to be bringing every single emotion he had been bottling up for the past few months. At least for now, he was safe.

A laugh escaped them as Greywind and Balerion nipped at each other and jumped around.

“Dan spoke with your father, it seems,” their mother said.

Robb’s smile was gone in an instant. “Were you there?”

Dan nodded. “I sneaked into the castle with the help of some friends and spoke to Father. I had a small boat waiting but he refused to come. I think he was hoping to lie and be pardoned, but -” He shut his eyes and buried his face in Robb’s chest. “I wanted to save him, but I failed.”

Robb stepped back and placed his hands on Dan’s shoulders. “You did what you could and you returned to us; that’s the most important.”

Their mother ran her fingers through his curls. “Did you see the girls?”

“Arya escaped. The last time I saw her, she was marching to The Wall, dressed as a boy, fighting with other boys.”

“That’s our Arya. She will be safe with Jon,” Robb said.

Their mother pressed her lips into a line but said nothing; she knew Robb was right. No matter how much she despised Jon, she knew he would protect Arya.

“Sansa was standing beside The Queen when - when it happened. She cried and screamed, begging for his life, but Joffrey said she just had a soft heart.”

Robb placed his hands on Dan’s cheeks and looked into his eyes. “I will kill him for this, Dan. I will kill them all and I will get Sansa back safely.”

Dan nodded. “What can I do to help?”

“Tell me everything about these friends that helped you.”

“One of them was a Lannister soldier I met when he visited Winterfell with King Robert; he was the one who allowed me into the dungeons to speak with Father. That cost him his life in the end.”

“May the Gods rest his soul,” said his mother.

Dan nodded and continued. “But the person who helped me the most was Phil. He grabbed me when I tried to stop the Kingslayer from taking Father; when the Lannister soldiers killed some of the Winterfell soldiers. He didn’t even know who I was, but he stopped me from walking into a sure death and he took me to a safe place.”

“Who is this Phil?” She asked.

“Well, he’s a Tyrell but not exactly. You see, he is a bastard, but they treat them as one of their own. He’s Loras and Margaery Tyrell’s cousin, I believe. Loras and Renly Baratheon took me in at his behest and aided me for every moment they were in King’s Landing, even offering me asylum in Highgarden.”

“We received a raven stating that Renly is also laying claim to the throne,” Robb said.

Dan nodded despite the initial shock. He now realised that Renly was not running, just taking a step back to be in a safer position. “He would be a good king, I believe. People seemed to like him and Loras quite a bit, and he’s an honest man.”

“I don’t care about keeping the Iron Throne to myself. I want what’s best for our people, independence and vengeance against the Lannisters.”

“Form an alliance with Renly; I’m sure he would be interested.”

“You found yourself some powerful friends, little brother.”

“It was all thanks to Phil, really. I could have died so many times but he kept me safe.”

His mother placed her hand on his shoulder. “I would like to meet him one day. He sounds wonderful.” She ran her hand on his cheek and he instinctively leaned into the touch. “Now, let’s sit down for supper.”

---

The camp food was not amazing, but being able to sit down and have a hot meal with his family tasted like glory. It was a few hours until most of the men and their mother had retired, but it was worth the wait to finally speak to Robb alone.

“Who is she?” Dan asked.

Robb looked at him with a quizzical look.

“The girl you look at as if she was a goddess.”

He smiled and lowered his head. “Her name is Talisa. She’s a healer. She’s the smartest woman I have ever met and she’s kind as she is beautiful.”

“She is beautiful, but - aren’t you engaged to a Frey girl?”

Robb pursed his lips. “Yes; but I didn’t agree to the match. I will try to renegotiate when the time comes.”

Dan hummed, he didn’t want to ruin the night speaking about the deal their mother had struck. The Freys were known for being very unfortunate looking, unpleasant, constantly angry but extremely powerful. Having Walder Frey as his father in-law was not a happy notion for Robb and Dan couldn’t blame him. “Where did you meet her?”

“On the battlefield,” Robb said, smiling as he remembered. “She was treating men from all sides.”

“So she has no banners.”

“No, but I know she won’t betray me.”

“How do you know?”

Robb frowned. “Why are you interrogating me?”

“I am not, I swear,” Dan said, raising his hands in surrender. “Just looking up for my brother. I am happy for you - I really am.”

Robb turned the question right around. “How did you know the Lannister soldier-”

“Nathar.”

“Nathar,” he said, leaning back onto a tree. “Wouldn’t betray you?”

“I had a feeling that he wouldn’t. He’d asked me to look for him when I was in the capital, but I couldn’t be sure. I took as many precautions as time allowed me.”

“And Phil?”

Dan felt himself blush and smiled, grabbing a stick and poking the wood in the fire in front of him. “I didn’t know, but he saved me before he even knew who I was - and Balerion adores him.”

“Balerion likes most people,” Robb pointed out.

“Not Theon.”

“Yes, not Theon. Greywind doesn’t like him either.”

Dan looked into Robb’s eyes. “He’s not good.”

“He’s one of us. He grew up in our home.”

“He has always treated people whom he considered beneath him with disrespect, even Jon.”

Robb was quiet for a moment but when he looked up, Dan knew he was not willing to continue on with this topic. “Tell me about Phil. He must be handsome if he caught your eye.”

Dan snickered, feeling the tension leave his shoulders. He didn’t try to deny it. “He is. He has black hair and bright blue eyes, his shoulders are strong and he has a wonderfully muscled chest.”

“How much did you see exactly?” Robb’s eyes widened along with his smile.

“Not much, we just - shared his bed. Don’t give me that look, he hugged me while I slept.”

His brother raised one eyebrow at him. “Are you sure nothing else happened?”

“We almost kissed - and he gave me this ring.” Dan removed his glove and showed him it.

Robb held it close to the fire and looked at it. “PF, What does it stand for?”

“Philip Flowers, I believe.”

“And you say the Tyrells have him in high regard?”

“Yes, he is very close to Loras at least. And Renly too.”

“Do you think he would help us?”

“Yes, we made a promise - a sort of alliance to help each other if things get difficult. He has already upheld his part of the deal and even rode with me to The Peach.”

“That’s good to hear…” he said, lost in thought. “Times couldn’t be more difficult.”

---

Dan ran between the tents, trying to melt into the background but people were looking at him with wide eyes, gasping and running away. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and made his way to Robb’s tent but waited outside when he heard Theon’s voice.

“We should ask my father for help!” he said.

“Your father sided with the Targaryens during Robert’s rebellion and lost the war. I doubt that he would be happy to help.”

“That was back then; the circumstances are different,” Theon whined. “He’s my father, I am his only son, I know I can convince him to join you. Please, trust me. I know I can do this.”

“No, Theon.”

“Robb - Your Grace,” he kneeled before Robb. “I am asking you, as a personal favour, to please, let me get the Iron Born on your side. With the Greyjoy fleet, there would be no stopping you.”

Robb sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his hair; he looked tired, much older than he was all of a sudden, the war clearly taking a toll on him. “I will consider it, if you stop asking.”

“Thank you, Your Grace.”

Dan walked into the tent and tried to tell his brother what a bad idea that was but he could only whine. Theon tried to touch him and Dan took a step back, growling.

“It’s alright, Balerion. It’s just Theon. He’s safe.”

‘No, he is not,’ Dan thought.

---

Dan woke up with a start and found his tent empty, he walked out, across the field and made his way to Robb’s. Letting out a deep sigh, he pulled the fabric open and entered.

“Good morning,” he said looking at his stern brother; he was examining the pieces in his planning table.

“Dan, good morning. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Of course.”

“I know that you hate politics and didn’t want to get involved in any of this but - we need Renly’s support. His army has the strongest numbers.”

“I was not built for politics, like you, but I will do anything I can to help. This is my war too.”

Robb nodded. “Will you go as an emissary?”

Dan’s eyes widened, but he nodded. “Of course, I am just - nervous about what I could agree to in your name.”

“You won’t be going alone,” his mother said as she walked into the tent.

“You will do amazing,” Robb said, patting his shoulder. “Just - don’t promise me in marriage to anyone; Mother already did.”

“Do not worry, I don’t think I could find you a worse match than she did,” Dan said, making Robb snicker.

She threw a glove at Dan, missing him, but still laughed which helped loosen some of the nervousness in his chest.

Robb came to say goodbye before his long journey but Dan could tell that something was amiss. “What’s on your mind?”

Looking towards the prison cells, Robb let out a deep sigh. “There’s something you need to see.”

They walked through the tents in silence, occasionally nodding to acknowledge someone trying to get Robb’s attention and waved at Talisa, the beautiful healer. The lack of explanation was starting to annerve Dan until he saw a familiar face in one of the cells. A very dirty blonde head, a thin grimmy body covered in rags but a proud smile still on his lips. It was Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer.

Dan grabbed Robb’s arm and dragged him away from the scoundrel. “Why is he still alive?”

“I want to negotiate with the Lannisters. I demanded the North’s independence, to get the girls and Father’s bones back. He deserves to rest in the Crypts of Winterfell”

“And you believe that they will say yes?” Dan asked with an exasperated sigh. “They will kill you for this.”

“I have to try.”

“They will never accept it. If they say no, kill him.”

“You need patience, little brother. There is still hope to solve this war without even more unnecessary blood spilling. And if we kill him, there is no guarantee that they won’t kill Sansa in retribution.”

Dan shook his head but didn’t argue. Robb would have to deal with the issue while he was gone, and Dan could only hope to return to successful negotiation or a dead body.

ARYA

Westeros, The Kingsroad.

“Boy, boy. Please, bring a man some water.”

Arri looked at him, the cleanest of the three men locked inside the small cell. He looked less menacing than the others with his long reddish hair and soft blue eyes, but Arri knew better than to go near the cell. She hesitated.

“Bring us beer or I’ll open you up like a fish!” One of his cellmates screamed.

She started to walk away, but the first man spoke again. “Forgive my companion, please. A man only wants water. You will be safe, I promise.” He pressed his cup to the bars and smiled at her.

Arri took it quickly in case either of them tried to grab her and filled it with water from the stream at the side of the road. She walked back to them slowly and put it in the man’s hand.

“Thank you, you are very kind.”

The sound of hooves against the road made Arri turn around. She paled as she saw soldiers of the City Watch riding towards them. She walked off the road and hid behind the trees. She was so distracted, she tripped and almost fell but a pair of strong arms tightened around her.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Gendry said.

She shook her head slightly. “They are after me,” she whispered back.

They listened to what the men were saying. “We need to search every single one of you, low lives!”

“You will not be searching for anything,” Yoren said.

“We have a signed order from the King.”

“I don’t care. These men belong to The Watch now, the King himself authorised their transportation.”

Both men got off their horses and unsheathed their swords but Yoren was faster than them, he had them on the ground within seconds. “If the King wants these men back, he’s going to have to get them himself.”

“We are looking for a boy named Gendry. He was carrying a helmet shaped like a bull,” they said, but nobody replied or moved a muscle. “Fine, we’ll return with more men.”

Yoren laughed. “Return with whatever you want. You are not getting anything.”

As they galloped away, Arri let out a sigh of relief. “Why were they looking for you?”

“I’m not telling you,” Gendry said.

“Why not?” She pushed, nudging him with her elbow.

He shrugged. “You don’t tell me your secrets, I won't tell you mine. Fair’s fair.”

“I don’t have any secrets.”

Giving her an unimpressed look, Gendry raised his eyebrows at her. “Why are you going to The Wall if you are a girl?”

“I’m a boy, I’m not a girl.”

“I’ve seen you taking a piss. You are no boy.”

Arri took a step back, her stomach twisting into knots.

He shook his head. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Fine,” she walked over to him and stepped on her toes to whisper in his ear. “I am Arya Stark of Winterfell; if they find me, they will take me back to King’s Landing as a prisoner.”

Gendry nodded and whispered back: “I don’t know why they are looking for me, all I know is that two Hands of the King came asking about my mother, and both ended up dead shortly after. My master asked me to leave for his own security and mine.”

They stepped away from each other when they heard footsteps. “We should have told them who Gendry is so they don’t return,” a voice said, and Arri recognised it immediately. It was the blonde boy that had attacked her back in King’s Landing. She gave him a look and watched him pale when he realised he’d been heard.

TYRION

“Come in,” Tyrion said when he heard the knock on his door. “Ah, Ser Janos Slynt. Please, take a seat.”

“Thank you, My Lord,” the man said with a wide smile. “What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to officially assign you to your new post, of course, after such a wonderful job you have done as Lord Commander of the City’s Watch.”

“I’m not sure what you mean, My Lord.”

“You took part in the capture of Ned Stark when he was Hand of The King, as you can imagine, I find that a bit troubling given that I hold such a position now. For this reason, you will continue to serve the crown as a man of The Night’s Watch; you were assigned to Castle Black and will leave in the morning. Make sure you pack everything.”

“I am a man of honour! I shouldn’t be sent to work with a bunch of criminals,” he said with a sneer.

“What honour is there in killing babies in their mother’s arms? Don’t think I haven’t heard what you did. Besides, I can’t have you lurking around.”

“I will not leave. I will ask for a meeting with the King.”

“Do you think he cares about you? He doesn’t!” Tyrion turned around and looked out to his balcony. “Bronn…”

Bronn stepped into the room and raised his eyebrows at him.

“Take Ser Janos to his chambers and if he doesn’t leave for Castle Black in the morning, kill him.”

“Of course!”

“While you are at it, introduce yourself to the other men of the City Watch, you are now their Lord Commander.”

DAN

The ride to The Stormlands was long and dangerous, but having his mother at his side made the circumstances much better. In the dark nights, when they sat to eat in the shadows, Dan could almost pretend that he was back home, even though it felt like decades had gone by.

It was almost two years ago that his entire family had still lived together in Winterfell, but then, one by one, they each left searching for their own destiny, hearing their calls and now they were spread all over Westeros, those of them that remained alive, in constant danger. Dan was becoming numb to it, he didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing, but the message that kept playing in his mind was Robb’s last words to him before they left: “Life is too short and we are at war; whatever you need to do, whatever you want to do, there’s no time like the present. You never know when it could be your last night.”

Those words still danced in Dan’s mind when he was woken up with a knife to his throat, his mother gagged and tied to a tree nearby.

“Drop your knife!” Yelled one of their guards as he ran towards them. The criminal looked away and before he could even process the potential outcome, Dan pulled the dagger he carried in his boot and stabbed the man in the neck.

He watched him fall and rushed to untie his mother. “Are you hurt?” He asked after removing the gag.

“No.”

“We must leave now, in case there are others,” one of the guards said.

“Where were you?” Dan asked, infuriated.

“We stepped away for a moment to refill our water supply - with Lady Stark’s blessing.”

Dan looked at her mother who shrugged. “Next time wake me up.”

“You needed to rest.”

“Yes, and my resting almost became eternal,” he sighed. “Come on, let’s get the horses ready.”

Balerion whined from his cage. Dan let out a sigh of relief and opened the gate for him to roam free and hunt.

Their arrival at Renly’s camp was thankfully uneventful. They introduced themselves to the guards and upon stating their intention to negotiate with Renly, were led to him. As luck would have it, they had arrived during the third day of his wedding celebration.

A one on one battle was taking place as Renly watched raptly from the raised dais, Loras nowhere to be seen until -

An incredibly tall fighter defeated the other. To Dan’s surprise, the person on the ground was actually Loras, wearing his beautiful silver armour with roses carved into it and a rainbow cloak hanging from his shoulders.

Standing from the wooden carved throne, Renly addressed the fighters. “Excellent!” he said, clapping. “Fighter, please state your name. For your incredible display, I will grant you one favour in honour of my beloved husband.”

The winner pulled Loras to his feet with one arm, removed his helmet and kneeled before Renly.

“My name is Brienne of Tarth, Your Grace. If you would grant me the honour, I would devote my life to serving in your Kingsguard.”

“It would be my honour to have you in my service,” Renly said, inclining his head. “You may join the rainbow cloaks under Loras’ command.”

Loras bowed before her, but Dan had to snicker when he saw the look of utter jealousy on his face.

“Dan!” Renly walked down to them, Loras joining them shortly after. “It is good to see you!”

Dan let himself be pulled into a hug. “Your Grace,” he said, almost slipping and calling Renly by his name as he patted the potential King of Westeros on the back.

Loras held Dan’s mother’s hand. “Lady Stark, your beauty and bravery are unmatched, thank you for blessing us with your visit.”

“Your Grace,” she said. “Thank you both for receiving us. Congratulations on your wedding. Whenever you have a moment, we would like to negotiate with you at Robb's behest.”

“Of course! Dan is our ally, it is only fair that the rest of the Starks follow his lead.”

“I’m not a leader, but I appreciate the compliment. My family would love to discuss the terms of an alliance.”

“Phil -” Loras said with a smile. “Please, show them to their tent.”

Dan turned around swiftly and nearly fell when he found Phil standing right at his side with a wide smile. He twisted his ankle and would have landed on his ass if Phil hadn’t wrapped his arms around him. “Hi, Dan.”

“Hi,” said Dan, breathlessly.

“You must be Philip,” his mother said.

Dan stepped away from Phil, already blushing and nodded. “This is Phil; the man who has saved me more times than I can count.”

“Thank you for keeping my son safe. Your bravery and good judgement have aided my son in deciding to request this negotiation.”

“It is very nice to meet you, Lady Stark. Please, don’t mention it, I just saw someone in need and decided to help.” Phil shook his mother’s hand which made her smile widely. “You must be tired. Allow me to lead you to your tent.”

Dan was eager to speak to Phil alone, to hear everything about the time they spent apart from each other but he left as soon as he’d shown them their accommodations. The tent was quite big and had two beds, and although Dan was not thrilled to sleep close to his mother, any sort of bed sounded like a dream after their long trip. He would need to catch Phil at a different time.

“He is quite handsome.”

“It’s not like that.”

“I may be old but I am not a fool, Daniel,” she chided him. “I can tell by the way you look at each other.”

“How do we look at each other?” he asked, walking behind the curtain that divided the tent and starting to remove his clothes.

“He looks at you the way your father looked at me when we first fell in love; with utter adoration. And you - you look at him as if he is the owner of your heart.”

“Nonsense!” Dan said, his tone a bit too high. He poured water into a basin and went about cleaning himself with a rag.

“I suppose it is different for you since you are both men. There is not so much of - an imbalance between you, at least in that regard. Tell me: What is it that you like so much about men?”

“This is not something I want to discuss with my mother.”

“I’m just curious. You have always only had eyes for boys - even when you were one yourself.”

“What did you like about Father?”

“His long hair, how strong he was, his caring nature, his love for his family and his unyielding sense of honour.”

“I guess I like many of the same traits in men, as well as a strong frame and good sword skills.”

“Sword skills?” She smiled.

“You asked.”

“That would give you something in common,” she said.

Dan realised that yes, Phil’s fighting skills do make him his equal, a perfect match. Still, he wasn’t sure if that was the reason or if he just liked the way could gracefully jump into a fight or sneak in and out of places undetected when he was truly focusing on it and then just - trip over his own feet. There was something oddly sexy and charming about it.

“Stop sighing and get ready for dinner with the Tyrells.”

“I’m not sighing!” Dan huffed.

“Oh, it must have been the wind then.”

Two hours and a short nap later, Phil was waiting to lead them to dinner. “Lady Stark, you look enchanting.”

“Thank you.”

“Dan,” Phil nodded, trying and failing to be casual about it. “Where is Balerion?”

“With our guards. I assumed having him running free between the tents in the night would get either him or Renly’s men killed.”

“You must bring him to dinner! I want to see him!”

“Very well, follow me.” They walked up to the small camp for their guards where Balerion was already whining and trying to jump in the enclosed space and not because he’d missed Dan. “Quiet boy, quiet. Be good and I’ll let you out.”

Balerion sat on his hind legs, his eyes never leaving Phil’s and his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. As soon as the physical barrier between them was no longer a problem, Balerion launched himself on top of Phil, jumping in excitement and licking his face thoroughly.

“Yes, yes! I’ve missed you too!” Phil said, scratching the obsidian fur as he looked up at Balerion’s face.

“Do you want to come to dinner with us?” Dan asked.

The direwolf’s attention snapped back to him.

“You can join us but you have to be in your best behaviour. Is that understood?”

Balerion snorted and sat in front of him, waiting for some pets which Dan promptly gave him.

“Very good. Come along, then. No running, you will scare the soldiers,” Dan said as if the men weren’t shaking by the presence of a wolf nearly twice their size. He looked over his shoulder at his mother and found her smiling as she watched Phil.

In just a few minutes, they were entering the main tent, joining a private dinner celebration with Renly, Loras, Margaery, and Phil.

“Lady Stark, It’s an honour to finally meet you. Your temperance is renowned in Highgarden,” Margaery said, with a sweet smile before turning to Dan. “And you must be the famous Daniel. Phil has told me all about you.”

Dan smiled and kissed her hand. “It is my pleasure, My Lady,” he said before giving Phil a look. He really hoped that the use of the word everything was not literal.

“Thank you for your warm welcome, Lady Margaery.”

“Of course!” she said and led them to the table.

Dan expected the negotiations to start right away but when he tried to broach the topic, Loras smiled at him and asked him to relax since the night was one for celebration and rest and there would be a proper time to discuss the war. It was frustrating but he resisted the urge to shake his head or whine. War was urgent, not a matter to sit and wait on, but he didn’t want to disturb their potential allies; Robb really needed those extra soldiers on the battlefield and it seemed like Renly was their only option at the moment.

He felt a hand on his thigh and turned to his left, surprised to find Phil there when Margaery had been to one to take the spot initially.

Phil leaned closer and whispered into his ear. “I know what you are thinking, but even in the current circumstances, I can’t fault them for wanting to celebrate their wedding without politics.”

“Thank you. This is quite urgent. Robb has had Jaime Lannister captive for a few months and it’s not safe to keep him around,” Dan whispered, staring into his beautiful eyes. If he were to turn around ever so slightly their lips would probably touch.

“I will speak to him tomorrow. Negotiations will begin shortly, but just for today, let’s pretend like our entire world is not ending.”

Dan nodded and laid his hand on Phil’s, interlacing their fingers under the table. He heard a laugh at the head of the table and turned to see Balerion trying to climb into Renly’s lap.

“No - down; down,” Dan said, trying to sound firm but Balerion pretended not to hear him until he stood from his seat. Only then did he settle down at Renly’s feet. “My apologies, Your Grace.”

“It’s alright. I’ve missed him too. Sit, he won't cause any trouble.”

Dan hesitantly sat down, but made sure to keep his eyes on his wolf for the rest of the meal.

After a healthy meal of meats, potatoes, and bread along with intricately decorated sweets with stags and roses, and perhaps more wine than was advisable, the celebration came to a close.

Dan thanked the newly wedded couple and called Balerion who was still playing with a bone. He turned to leave but saw his mother speaking with Margaery Tyrell. “Mother, I want to take Balerion back to his cage. Should I wait for you or -?”

“Oh, no. Lady Margaery and I are having a nice conversation, you can go on without me.”

He bowed to the ladies and made his way out of the tent with Balerion in tow. It took him about thirty seconds to realise someone else was following. He turned around and pressed the blade of his knife to the person’s neck.

“It’s me!” Phil said, his voice breaking a little.

“You could have said something. I almost killed you.”

“Maybe you should relax a bit more. You know we wouldn’t hurt you.”

Dan put his knife back in its holster, conveniently attached to his belt.

“Didn’t you keep that in your boot?”

“No, this is a different one,” Dan said, turning around and starting to walk again.

“Have you considered that you carry too many knives?”

“Not since I was attacked in my sleep and had to struggle to get my knife from my boot discretely to kill the man. It was difficult,” Dan let out a deep sigh. “And there’s no such thing as too many knives. I want to get two more.”

“Is it bad that I find that incredibly sexy?”

Dan laughed and elbowed his side without even turning to look at him. “Shut up.”

They walked peacefully between the tents and finally reached the camp of the Stark soldiers to let Balerion into his cage. “Go on then. We can’t have you escaping to go sleep on Renly’s chest.”

“He would sleep on my chest first, he likes me more,” Phil pouted.

“Of course,” Dan said, giving Balerion a good head scratch and a kiss on his snout. Phil hugged and let him get into the cage before closing it and locking the padlock. Luckily the wolf was tired enough to settle down and let them go on their way.

Dan turned around and looked at the stars, basking in the moonlight, not wanting to let the night end, but he knew it was getting late and he should probably return to his tent.

Phil looked around and grabbed Dan’s hand leading him down a different path until -

He turned around swiftly and pulled Dan close, wrapping his arms around him.

“Oh!” Dan said, suddenly dizzy, just from having Phil so close after so long. It felt almost as if their last goodbye had been years ago, but their bodies still remembered each other.

“Dan...”

“Yes?” Dan whispered.

“May I kiss you?” Phil asked, his lips nearly connecting with Dan’s.

“Yes,” Dan said in almost a moan before Phil pressed their lips together. It was sweet and passionate and rushed and slow, too slow. . It was perfect.

Dan felt overwhelmed and like it was nearly not enough, he wanted to crawl inside Phil’s skin, be a part of him, touch every single part of his body. He was getting a bit too ahead of himself, but then it was over.

Phil broke the kiss, panting, softly biting his cheek. “My tent is not far… would you like to come with me?”

Wide eyed and nodding fervently, Dan let himself be dragged away to Phil’s tent. As soon as they had entered, Phil kissed him once again, pulling at his clothes, trying to get him naked as fast as possible. Dan followed his lead, unsure of where things were leading, but willing to explore whatever Phil proposed.

They kicked off their boots on their way to bed and finally landed on it, laughing, still attempting to remove each other's breeches. Dan’s laugh was cut short when Phil’s hand wrapped around his cock. “Fuck!” he moaned, trying his best not to finish before they had even started. “Slow - slow down a bit.”

Phil removed his hand from Dan’s breeches. “I’m sorry! Would you like to stop?”

“No! Of course not, I’m just a bit… overwhelmed,” Dan admitted as he buried his face in Phil’s neck and pressed a kiss there, his hand coming to cup his cheek and leaning in for a much softer kiss.

“What do you want to do?” Phil asked.

“I don’t know, whatever you want to do…” Dan said, feeling shy all of the sudden.

Phil paled, something that Dan had never thought possible. “Have you… what have you done before?”

“Not a lot.” Dan bit his lip nervously, hoping that Phil wouldn’t mind his lack of experience. He really wanted Phil to be his first, even if the situation was equally exciting and nerve wracking.

“Oh, um. Are you sure -?”

“Yes…” Dan mumbled. “I’m just not sure of what I want to do exactly but I do want to.”

“Alright,” Phil said. “We can do as little or as much as you want. You’re in charge now.”

“I - I don’t know how to be in charge,” Dan finally admitted.

“Close your eyes. Try to picture what you would like to happen.”

Dan did as he was told and thought of Phil’s naked torso pressed to his, his body pinning him down to the bed as they kissed. “Would you lay on me?”

Phil nodded and settled down on top of him, looking at him expectantly. “Now what?”

“Kiss me,” Dan commanded breathlessly and Phil did, shifting his weight to his elbows and letting Dan take control of the kiss. It started slow, but the more they kissed the bolder Dan became, his hands hesitantly moving along Phil’s body. Led purely on instincts, he snaked his hand between them and unfastened Phil’s breeches, taking him in his hand.

“Oh!” Phil moaned, starting to move his hips to get more friction. Then he swatted Dan’s hand away and pressed their cocks together. “Is this alright?”

Dan nodded and pulled Phil down for another kiss, letting his hand wander down the other’s back and settle on his plump ass. Gods, the feeling of Phil’s cock sliding against his own was maddening, like something he could become quickly addicted to given the opportunity. “Phil,” he panted. “Please!”

“Yes, love?”

“In me, I want you in me,” he said, earning the satisfaction of the growl Phil let out in response.

Pulling away, Phil patted the side of Dan’s hip and pulled his breeches off in a swift motion before getting his own past his hips and briefly standing up to kick them away. He kneeled on the bed, reaching for something under his pillow. It was a vial of some sort of oily substance.

“Do you want to turn around…?”

Dan shook his head no and merely opened his legs for Phil.

“So beautiful…” Phil mumbled, before coating his fingers in the oil and balancing on his other hand. “Ready?” he asked and when Dan nodded, pressed his finger against his hole, tracing the rim until Dan finally relaxed. Phil said something else, a praise perhaps, but Dan’s blood was rushing down his body so fast he could actually hear it. It was weird at first, an odd feeling, but once Phil started to move the first finger, it became enjoyable quite fast. Then came the second and he nearly didn’t even notice the third. Moans fell from his lips but Phil was ready to swallow them all.

“I’m ready- Phil!” Dan moaned when the other touched something inside of him.

“Alright,” Phil panted, already settling between his thighs. “If you need me to stop, slow down or just need anything, you let me know. It’s not supposed to hurt. Promise?”

“I promise,” Dan said, frowning as his mind was momentarily clouded by jealousy. Who had Phil done this with? It was a stupid thought but -

“Dan, look at me.” he settled on his elbows once again.

“Yes.”

“Stay with me,” Phil whispered and entered him slowly, the intense feeling making Dan’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck!”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to do to you.”

“Mmm, Phil!” Dan gasped.

“Wrap your legs around me, love,” Phil said, moving ever so slowly.

Dan hissed as he felt that maddening drag, turning his insides into molten lava. “More,” he moaned, dragging his nails down Phil’s back.

Phil moaned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Burying his face in Dan’s neck, Phil started to thrust into him harder, deeper, high pitched moans falling from his lips. And then he felt it, Phil hit that spot inside of him again and again, and Dan desperately tried to take ahold of his own cock but Phil pinned his hands above his head. “Shhh, a bit more.”

Dan didn’t know exactly what Phil was referring to but he trusted him enough to let him handle his pleasure. Perhaps it was also the fact that giving up control felt incredible as well, being pinned under Phil, unable to pleasure himself and just receive what was given to him, even for a brief moment drove him mad. His toes curled and an intense wave of pressure coursed through his body until Phil thrust one last time and finished deep inside of him. That was all it took for him to release on their chests with a silent scream. The feeling was so intense that Dan felt overcome with emotions and couldn’t help the tears that ran down his cheeks.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” Phil asked, pressing their lips together before chasing his tears away with kisses.

Dan wrapped his arms around him tightly. “No. It was perfect. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“You can cry with me, you are safe,” Phil said, slowly pulling out and laying down beside him, pulling him closer. “You are so special, Dan.” He pressed a kiss to Dan’s temple. “Sleep. I’ll be here guarding your dreams.”

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SO FRIDAY EVENTS HAPPENED-

Ok so..I started school on Thursday and it was ok. LETS GO TO THE MAIN TOPIC!

So Friday, it had ups and downs and I shall go in order of how that whole day, changed my sophomore year..

Y'all ready?

Bet.

Early morning during 1st pd

All of my friends were either wearing camo or green. This is one of those days where we just show up in the same color/clothing. This is the 2nd time that happened [freshmen year we were all wearing black] and none of us planned it. So all you could see that morning was a table with camo, green, blue, white, and black clothing.

Skipping most of the day to 6th-9th pd

Earlier in the summer, after mcc 24, I heard a rumor saying "Dream won't be in the next MCC". And call me a dream stan all you want, I didn't believe it. In 6th pd Art class, my art teacher said, "Draw a happy event that happened this summer." I wanted to do a split of Dream reaching 30 million subscribers and him winning mcc 24. Obviously, I still have to finish it but it will be done.

7th pd Earth Science rolled around, and it was still related to summer. We had to make 2 memorable things on what happened. Me being an angsty kid, I made a grave and said, "I made a grave to be tributes to a youtuber and a flower shop :D".

Everyone was either weirded out or just confused on why I made those...

8th pd English class is where things started tumbling. Once I checked who was on this mcc teams, Dream was not in sight.. I felt my heart cracked, ready to break if something pushed me too hard again. [Explanation: Call me petty, dream stan, biased, whatever. I can't watch anyone besides Dream for mcc. It feels more comfortable knowing I still have a comfort streamer/youtuber around instead of another running their own kingdom above me. I don't have the same excitement while watching someone stream mcc unlike Dream and I really think it's kinda a problem for me. I'll try my best to stop this habit but it may take some time.]

9th pd Geometry class rolled around and I was almost in tears. After hearing Dream not participating in mcc, I was really not in the mood to do any math. What happened after was the teacher would switch our seats in alphabetical order [for attendance purposes] and keep it that way. So not only that I was in back of the class upset about an event coming up, but now I'm farther from my crushes(Daniel and Julyet who are both dating each other).

The water shield was ready to break from my eyes but I held it to the end of the day. Luckily, things started to get better. I was able to head to my cousin's house for the weekend [I'm back home now] and we had alot of fun.

The thing I wanted to talk about in this post [Still happened at my cousin's house]

Sooooooooo...

Around 9:43 pm, maybe later, Me and Daniel were just dming on insta. Then, he sent this:

Now at first I said, "YOU CAN'T JUST ASK THAT QUESTION RANDOMLY!!! AINT NO WAY YOU SAYING THAT BECAUSE YOU'RE BORED! YOU PULLED THAT FROM YOUR ASS!!"

But then, I thought about it.. "Why would he ask me that? Does he like me too? But, he's in love with Julyet. There's no way. Did someone tell him I have a crush on him?? WHAT IF SOMEONE DID???"

I was having a whole panic attack. I didn't want to tell him. But, it felt like if I didn't, the empire state building weighting on my back wouldn't be placed. So, I made up a half lie:

The 'oh' he texted sent shivers down my spine.. Thoughts, voices, racing in my head. "Why does he sound disappointed? Does he actually like me?? Is he upset he took Julyet away from me? Why is he leaving? I think I upsetted him.. Now I fucked up."

I had to tell him..

He needed to know the truth...

I just need to:

Let.

It.

Out.

I gave him a distraction about a small, fast, blue and orange car. He was interested. I wanted to get it over with. And so:

At first, I thought he would say, "I'm sorry but.. I don't feel the same.." I was panicking, scared, upset, afraid, all the words to describe this situation..

The emoji popped up..

I didn't know how to feel.

Do I feel good?

Bad?

I was shocked but also numb.

I thought, "What if it's just for tease? He would never.. Maybe it was a mistake. It had to be!"

I don't have the screenshot but he did ask why I liked him besides everyone else. Long story short, this happened:

He's compliments made me feel like I just came back from the worst news in my life and he just..saved me.

I was confused if he liked me or not. So:

So basically you can say we're friends with benefits. Just not sexual kinds. And, I'm glad he had feelings towards me. Sure it's not fully but hey, at least it isn't a no.

And yea! That's my weekend for you all. Did I expect this to go down? No. Do I regret telling him? Also no. Do I plan on telling Julyet about my feelings for her? Probably but, thats another story to stay too.

Until then, I must go.

Ciao lovelies,

Ray~♡

#lmk lady bone demon #lmk mei #lmk pigsy #lmk spoilers #lmk tang #lmk macaque #lmk mk #lmk monkey king #lmk nezha #lmk wukong #love #boy crush #girl crush #polyamourous #bigender #bisexual #genderfluid #lgbtqiia+

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Earthquakes in Various Places: Lions and Lovers, and Cruel Snowy Summers…Oh, My! Part 6/10.

Earthquake: 15:18:16 PDT/3:18 PM PDT Local Time…

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 117 and 118: Exodus 3:18 They will listen to you; then you shall go with the elders of Israel to the king of Egypt and you shall say to him, 'The Lord, the God of the Hebrews, manifested Himself to us. Now therefore, let us go a distance of three days into the wilderness to sacrifice to the Lord our God.'

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1810: Daniel 3:12 There are certain Jews whom you appointed to administer the province of Babylon, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego; those men pay no heed to you, O king: they do not serve your god or worship the statue of gold that you have set up." Daniel 3:13 The Nebuchadnezzar, in raging fury, ordered Shadrach, Mesach, and Abed-nego to be brought; so those men were brought before the king. Daniel 3:14 Nebuchadnezzar spoke to them and said, "is it true, Shadrach, Mesach, and Abed-nego, that you do not serve my god or worship the statue of gold that I have set up? Daniel 3:15 Now if you are ready to fall down and worship the statue that I have made when you hear the sound of the horn, pipe, zither, lyre, psaltery, and bagpipe, and all other types of instruments, [well and good]; but if you will not worship, you shall at once be thrown into a burning fiery furnace, and what god is there that can save you from my power?" Daniel 3:16 Shadrach, Mesach, and Abed-nego said in reply to the king, "O Nebuchadnezzar, we have no need to answer you in this matter, Daniel 3:17 for if so it must be, our God whom we serve is able to save us from the burning fiery furnace, and He will save us from your power, O king. Daniel 3:18 But even if He does not, be it known to you, O king, that we will not serve your god or worship the statue of gold that you have set up."

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1369: Habakkuk 3:17 Though the fig tree does not bud And no yield is on the vine, Though the olive crop has failed And the fields produce no grain, Though sheep have vanished from the fold And no cattle are in the pen, Habakkuk 3:18 Yet will I rejoice in the Lord, Exult in the God who delivers me. Habakkuk 3:19 Myh Lord God is my strength: He makes my feet like the deer's And lets me stride upon the heights.

James 3:18 Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness.

John 15:18 “If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 1435 and 1436: Psalm 22:14 They open their mouths at me like tearing, roaring lions. Psalm 22:15 My life ebbs away: all my bones are disjointed; my heart is like wax, melting within me; Psalm 22:16 my vigor dries up like a shard; my tongue cleaves to my palate; You commit me to the dust of death. Psalm 22:17 Dogs surround me; a pack of evil ones closes in on me, like lions [they mail] my hands and feet. Psalm 22:18 I take count of all my bones while they look on and gloat. Psalm 22:19 They divide my clothes among themselves, casting lots for my garments.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1630: Proverbs 18:15 The mind of an intelligent man acquires knowledge: the ears of the wise seek out knowledge. Proverbs 18:16 A man's gift eases his way And gives him access to the great.

This is all from Wikipedia as well to highlight that Jesus Christ wasn't being antisemitic or a traitor, he was being a freedom fighter for all native Israelis against actual Roman-loyalist traitors:

In Jerusalem, Herod introduced foreign forms of entertainment, and erected a golden eagle at the entrance of the Temple, which suggested a greater interest in the welfare of Rome than of Jews.

Herod's taxes garnered a bad reputation: his constant concern for his reputation led him to make frequent, expensive gifts, increasingly emptying the kingdom's coffers, and such lavish spending upset his Jewish subjects.

The two major Jewish sects of the day, the Pharisees and the Sadducees, both showed opposition to Herod. The Pharisees were discontented because Herod disregarded many of their demands with respect to the Temple's construction.

The Sadducees, who were closely associated with priestly responsibilities in the Temple, opposed Herod because he replaced their high priests with outsiders from Babylonia and Alexandria, in an effort to gain support from the Jewish Diaspora.

Herod's outreach efforts gained him little, and at the end of his reign anger and dissatisfaction were common amongst Jews. Heavy outbreaks of violence and riots followed Herod's death in many cities, including Jerusalem, as pent-up resentments boiled over.

The scope of the disturbances sparked hopes that the Jews of Judea might some day overthrow the Roman overlords, hopes reawakened decades later in the outbreak of the First Jewish-Roman War in 66 CE.

"The highest art is always the most religious, and the greatest artist is always a devout person." - Abraham Lincoln

"Never regret what you don't write." - Abraham Lincoln

"There is another old poet whose name I do not now remember who said, 'Truth is the daughter of Time.'" - Abraham Lincoln

"I should like to know if, taking this old Declaration of Independence, which declares that all men are equal upon principle, you begin making exceptions to it, where will you stop? If one man says it does not mean a Negro, why not another say it does not mean some other man?" - Abraham Lincoln

"It was that which gave promise that in due time the weights should be lifted from the shoulders of all men, and that all should have an equal chance. This is the sentiment embodied in that Declaration of Independence." - Abraham Lincoln

Earthquake: M 3.8 - 6.2 km (3.9 mi) ESE of Ojai, CA

2023-08-20 22:18:16 (UTC) 34.418°N 119.185°W 10.8 km depth

On Sulphur Mountain near Lion Canyon and Lion Canyon Fire Road adjacent to Black Mountain.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 116 Exodus 3:3 Moses said, "I must turn aside to look at this marvelous sight: why doesn't the bush burn up?" Exodus 3:4 When the Lord saw the he had turned aside to look, God called to him out of the bush: "Moses! Moses!" He answered, "Here I am." Exodus 3:5 And He said, "Do not come closer. Remove your sandals from your feet, for the place on which you stand is holy ground. Exodus 3:6 I am," He said, "the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob." And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God. Exodus 3:7 And the Lord continued, "I have marked well the plight of My people in Egypt and have heeded their outcry because of their taskmasters; yes, I am mindful of their sufferings. Exodus 3:8 I have come down to rescue them from the Egyptians and to bring them out of that land to a good and spacious land, a land flowing with milk and honey, the region of the Canaanites, the Hittites, the Amorites, the Perizzites, the Hivites, and the Jebusites. Exodus 3:9 Now the cry of the Israelites has reached Me; moreover, I have seen how the Egyptians oppress them. Exodus 3:10 Come, therefore, I will send you to Pharaoh, and you shall free My people, the Israelites, from Egypt."

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1415: Psalm 3:8 Rise, O Lord! Deliver me, O my God! For You slap all my enemies in the face; You break the teeth of the wicked. Psalm 3:9 Deliverance is the Lord's; Your blessing be upon Your people! Selah.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 1768 and 1769: Ecclesiastes 3:1 A season is set for everything, a time for every experience under heaven: Ecclesiastes 3:2 A time for being born and a time for dying, A time for planting and a time for uprooting the planted; Ecclesiastes 3:3 A time for slaying and a time for healing, A time for tearing down and a time for building up; Ecclesiastes 3:4 A time for weeping and a time for laughing, A time for wailing and a time for dancing; Ecclesiastes 3:5 A time for throwing stones and a time for gathering stones, A time for embracing and a time for shunning embraces; Ecclesiastes 3:6 A time for seeking and a time for losing, A time for keeping and a time for discarding; Ecclesiastes 3:7 A time for ripping and a time for sewing, A time for silence and a time for speaking; Ecclesiastes 3:8 A time for loving and a time for hating; A time for war and a time for peace.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1313: Amos 3:8 A lion has roared, Who can but fear? My Lord God has spoken, Who can but prophesy?

1 Corinthians 3:8 The one who plants and the one who waters have one purpose, and they will each be rewarded according to their own labor.

Colossians 3:8 But now you must also rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips.

Mark 6:1 Jesus left that part of the country and returned with his disciples to Nazareth, his hometown. Mark 6:2 When the Sabbath came, he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were amazed. “Where did this man get these things?” they asked. “What’s this wisdom that has been given him? What are these remarkable miracles he is performing?

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 132: Exodus 10:8 So Moses and Aaron were brought back to Pharaoh and he said to them, "God, worship the Lord your God! Who are the ones to go?" Exodus 10:9 Moses replies, "We will all go, young and old: we will go with our sons and daughters, our flocks and herds; for we must observe the Lord's festival."

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Get you a partner who smiles at you the way Zelda smiles when she talks about Link (minor TotK spoilers)

#not an ask #daniel does memes #daniel does tears of the kingdom #she cute

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53rd Annual GMA Dove Awards Winners List

The 53rd Annual GMA Dove Awards were handed out Tuesday night, October 18th, 2022, in Nashville, Tennessee to a sold-out audience. The show aired tonight, Friday, October 21st, exclusively on TBN and was simulcast on SiriusXM The Message. Co-hosts Erica Campbell and Chris Tomlin led the all star night of music with performances from across the community including Gospel, Latin, hip hop and Southern Gospel. Iconic artist CeCe Winans made Dove Awards history this year as the first Black female solo artist to win Artist of the Year. When accepting her award, instead of an acceptance speech, she sang a few lines from the hymn “To God Be The Glory,” moving many in the audience to tears. She and co-writers for “Believe For It” were also awarded Song of the Year. Throughout her incredible career, CeCe has won a staggering 25 Dove Awards including the very first New Artist of the Year award in 1988 with her brother BeBe Winans.

Credit: @Javis_Dason for 53rd Annual GMA Dove Awards For KING + COUNTRY and writer/producer Jeff Pardo led the night with three awards each with Pardo winning Producer of the Year and For KING + COUNTRY winning Pop/Contemporary Album of the Year. Anne Wilson took home two awards including New Artist of the Year and Pop/Contemporary Song of the Year for “My Jesus.” See the full list of winners here.

Credit: @Javis_Dason for 53rd Annual GMA Dove Awards The theme of this year’s show was Sound of Heaven, highlighting how all the different styles of Christian and Gospel music come together under one banner of hope. “The music created by the artists assembled tonight covers a lot of ground style-wise,” said co-host Chris Tomlin, “but collectively they represent the sound of heaven.” Co-host Erica Campbell added, “We bring it all together to unite as one for the kingdom of God. One mind, one voice, giving glory to God. That’s the sound of heaven.”

Credit: @Javis_Dason for 53rd Annual GMA Dove Awards The night was packed with one-of-a-kind performances, moments of reverent worship, and joyful celebration. In a touching, personal moment, TobyMac paused before his performance of “The Goodness” with Blessing Offor to address the crowd. “Thank you for the kindness you showed me and my family as we walked through the deepest valley in losing my firstborn son. Thank you for your thoughts and thank you for your prayers. We have felt surrounded by love. And that’s what the body of Christ should feel like, so thank you. There were times I never thought I would ever write another song, much less an up-tempo song or a song that felt like joy. But God is good. He might not always give us what we want, or take away the pain, but He is right here with us. He doesn’t leave. He remains.”

Credit: @Javis_Dason for 53rd Annual GMA Dove Awards The night also included a one-of-kind Southern Gospel tribute with an all-female band including performers Karen Peck, Kim Hopper, The Nelons, and High Road, as well as a performance from Gateway Worship Español featuring Christine D’Clario, Josh Morales, Daniel Calveti, Becky Collazos and Travy Joe. Steven Curtis Chapman kicked off his performance with an exuberant look back on his 35-year career singing a mash-up of “The Great Adventure,” “Lord Of The Dance,” and “Dive.”

Credit: @terrywyattphoto for 53rd Annual GMA Dove Awards To watch the 53rd GMA Dove Awards on demand on the TBN app: CLICK HERE Artist of the Year WINNER: CeCe Winans FOR KING + COUNTRY Maverick City Music We The Kingdom Zach Wiliams New Artist of the Year – Presented by Cantinas Arts WINNER: Anne Wilson Blessing Offor DOE Jordan St. Cyr Ryan Ellis Songwriter of the Year – Artist Anne Wilson Brandon Lake Chris Brown Dante Bowe Matthew West WINNER: Phil Wickham Songwriter of the Year – Non Artist Andrew Jacob Pruis Benjamin Glover WINNER: Jason Ingram Joshua Kerr Paul Duncan Producer of the Year Dana Sorey WINNER: Jeff Pardo Jonathan Smith Wayne Haun Tony Brown & Jonathan Jay Song of the Year “Be Alright” (Writers) Sean Cook, Evan Craft, Willy Gonzalez WINNER: “Believe For It” (Writers) Dwan Hill, Kyle Lee, CeCe Winans, Mitch Wong “Come What May” (Writers) Darren Mulligan, Jeff Pardo “Good God Almighty” (Writers) David Crowder, Ben Glover, Jeff Sojka “Hold On To Me” (Writers) Lauren Daigle, Paul Duncan, Paul Mabury “House Of The Lord” (Writers) Jonathan Smith, Phil Wickham “Jireh” (Writers) Chris Brown, Steven Furtick, Chandler Moore, Naomi Raine “Look What You’ve Done” (Writers) Tasha Layton, AJ Pruis, Keith Everette Smith, Matthew West “My Jesus” (Writers) Jeff Pardo, Matthew West, Anne Wilson “Promises” (Writers) Keila Alvarado, Joe L. Barnes, Dante Bowe, Phillip Carrington Gaines, Lemuel Marin, Aaron Moses “Rattle!” (Writers) Chris Brown, Steven Furtick, Brandon Lake Pop/Contemporary Recorded Song of the Year “House of the Lord” – Phil Wickham “In Jesus Name (God Of Possible)” – Katy Nichole WINNER: “My Jesus” – Anne Wilson “RELATE” – FOR KING + COUNTRY “Scars In Heaven” – Casting Crowns Rap/Hip Hop Recorded Song of the Year “ABOVE ME” – Aaron Cole, ft. Parris Chariz “Ain’t Playin'” – Steven Malcolm, Social Club Misfits WINNER: “King Jesus” – KB, nobigdyl. “WILDIN” – Lecrae, 1K Phew “Without You” – Social Club Misfits, ft. Riley Clemmons Contemporary Gospel Recorded Song of the Year “Adulting – Live” – Jonathan McReynolds, Mali Music “Believe For It” – CeCe Winans, ft. Lauren Daigle WINNER: “Gotta Believe” – Tasha Cobbs Leonard “Sunday” – Koryn Hawthorne “When I Pray” – DOE Gospel Worship Recorded Song of the Year WINNER: “Breathe” – Maverick City Music, ft. DOE, Jonathan McReynolds, Chandler Moore “Goodness of God – Live” – CeCe Winans “Jesus “ – Phil Thompson “Lazarus” – Maranda Curtis “Love Song” – Travis Greene, ft. Madison Binion Worship Recorded Song of the Year – Presented by CCLI “God, Turn It Around” – Jon Reddick WINNER: “Hymn of Heaven” – Phil Wickham “I Speak Jesus” – Charity Gayle “Jireh (Radio Version)” – Maverick City Music ft. Chandler Moore, Naomi Raine “Know You Will” – Hillsong UNITED Rock/Contemporary Recorded Song of the Year “Altogether Good – Live” – Citizens WINNER: “Higher Power” – Crowder, ft. Hulvey “i love You” – JUDAH., ft. Dante Bowe, Aaron Moses “I Need You” – Gable Price and Friends “Surviving The Game” – Skillet Inspirational Recorded Song of the Year “A Woman – Live” – FAITHFUL, ft. Amy Grant, Ellie Holcomb WINNER: “God Is Good” – Francesca Battistelli “I’ve Got Joy” – CeCe Winans “Lift Every Voice And Sing” – Tasha Cobbs Leonard “You’re Gonna Be Ok” – Bethel Music, ft. Jenn Johnson Southern Gospel Recorded Song of the Year “Answer Is Jesus” – Karen Peck & New River “Child of the King” – Joseph Habedank WINNER: “My Feet Are On The Rock” – Gaither Vocal Band “Not One Word” – The Collingsworth Family “Overcome” – Ernie Haase & Signature Sound Bluegrass/Country/Roots Recorded Song of the Year “All Is Well” – Carrie Underwood “God Is Real” – The Sound “Grace And Goodness” – Sunday Drive WINNER: “In The Sweet By And By” – Dolly Parton, ft. Larry Cordle, Carl Jackson, Jerry Salley, Bradley Walker “Mamas” – Anne Wilson, ft. Hillary Scott Traditional Gospel Recorded Song of the Year “All I Need” – Jason Nelson “All Of My Help – Live” – Ricky Dillard “Help Me” – Tamela Mann, ft. The Fellas WINNER: “My Portion” – Jekalyn Carr “Your Presence Is A Gift” – E. Dewey Smith Spanish Language Recorded Song of the Year “A Ceigas” – Indieomar, Musiko “Color de Alegria” – Andy Alemany, TWICE, Samuel ASH WINNER: “Danzando” – Gateway Worship Español, ft. Daniel Calveti, Becky Collazos, Christine D’Clario, Travy Joe, Josh Morales “Júbilo” – Maverick City Música, Miel San Marcos “Mi Salvador” – Mosaic Msc Rap/Hip Hop Album of the Year WINNER: No Church In A While – Lecrae, 1K Phew The End. – Trip Lee TWO UP TWO DOWN – Aaron Cole Unstoppable (United We Can) – Angie Rose UPPERHAND – indie tribe Pop/Contemporary Album of the Year Healer – Casting Crowns Milk & Honey – Crowder My Jesus – Anne Wilson Rise Up – CAIN WINNER: What Are We Waiting For? – FOR KING + COUNTRY Rock/Contemporary Album of the Year Dominion – Skillet Get Out of the Way of Your Own Heart (Deluxe Edition) – Chris Renzema interrobang – Switchfoot WINNER: Into The Mystery – NEEDTOBREATHE The Joy of Being Together (Live) – Citizens Southern Gospel Album of the Year 2:22 – Karen Peck & New River Just Sing! – The Collingsworth Family WINNER: Keeping On – Ernie Haase & Signature Sound More To The Story – The Kingsmen Something New – Legacy Five Contemporary Gospel Album of the Year WINNER: Clarity – DOE Jonny X Mail: Live in LA (Stereo) – Jonathan McReynolds & Mali Music Jubilee: Juneteenth Edition – Maverick City Music Oil + Water – Travis Greene One Touch – Jabari Johnson Traditional Gospel Album of the Year WINNER: Breakthrough: The Exodus (Live) – Ricky Dillard God Period – E. Dewey Smith Keep Hymns Alive – Bishop Leonard Scott Quartagious (Deluxe Edition) – The Williams Singers Third Round – Kevin Lemons & Higher Calling Gospel Worship Album of the Year Anthems & Glory (Live) – Todd Dulaney Close – Jason Nelson Die To Live – Maranda Curtis Lion Of Judah – Phil Thompson WINNER: Tribl Nights Atlanta – Tribl, Maverick City Music Worship Album of the Year Are We There Yet? – Hillsong UNITED Homecoming (Live) – Bethel Music WINNER: Hymn of Heaven – Phil Wickham LION – Elevation Worship SEVEN (Live) – Brooke Ligertwood Inspirational Album of the Year WINNER: Be Still & Know – Jordan Smith Beloved – Lee Black David (Original Cast Recording) – Sight & Sound Theatres One Name – Selah Sing! 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I can’t believe God would give me a voice beyond the walls of my church to write new prayers for the church to sing. It’s just another reason to remember God’s grace and faithfulness in our lives.” – Phil Wickham accepting the award for Worship Album of the Year “When we sing together in every language and from every nation, it’s literally the sound of heaven. It’s literally a picture of heaven because one day we’ll all be singing around the throne of heaven. It shows the beautiful diversity in the kingdom of God.” – Marcos Witt presenting the award for Spanish Language Recorded Song of the Year “This project was an intentional move to get together and collaborate with people that didn’t look like everybody else. It was an intentional opportunity for us to get together and write songs, not just hand someone a song and say here sing this. We said, let’s get together and you write what the Lord’s doing in you and I’ll write what the Lord’s doing in me and let’s put it together.” – Naomi Raine from Maverick City Music accepting the award for Gospel Worship Recorded Song of the Year “This is our first Dove Award we’ve ever received. How humble we are to be mentioned alongside these other artists. This record was made with the idea that the greatest evidence of the existence of God is the changed life of a Christ follower. Thank you so much.” – Levi Mills from The Sound accepting the award for Bluegrass/Country/Roots Album of the Year “I’m so grateful for the power of songs and specifically ‘My Jesus.’ This song has impacted so many lives. A woman recently shared with me that she was struggling to continue with life. She heard ‘My Jesus’ come on the radio and decided to give her life to Jesus. That’s the power that songs have, especially songs that glorify the Lord.” – Anne Wilson accepting the award for Pop/Contemporary Recorded Song of the Year The 53rd Annual GMA Dove Awards are produced by the Gospel Music Association. Jackie Patillo and Justin Fratt serve as showrunners and executive producers, alongside Curtis Stoneberger and Paul Wright as producers. Russell E. Hall returns as director, Michael Nolan as scriptwriter, Scott Moore and Go Live Productions as production manager. Read the full article

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By bittersweet fortune, you are one of the few survivors of this massacre. Wiki Shop Fextralife Blog Fextralife Wiki Hub General Information General Information Kingdom Come Deliverance Patch Notes Reviews DLC Controls Combat FAQs Character Information Character Information Stats Skills Perks Reputation Buffs Debuffs Equipment Weapons Equipment Weapons Weapons Shields Armour. Your peaceful life is shattered when a mercenary raid, ordered by King Sigismund himself, burns your village to the ground. In the midst of this chaos, you're Henry, the son of a blacksmith. All of this and more brought to life beautifully with next-gen visuals delivered via CryEngine 3. Our unique, first-person combat system lets you wield sword or bow in both one-on-one skirmishes and large-scale battles.

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With no king on the throne, Sigismund is now free to plunder Bohemia and seize its riches. You will dive deep into a sweeping, epic, nonlinear story from Daniel Vvra, an award-winning designer from the Mafia series. Feigning good will, Sigismund travels to Bohemia and kidnaps his half-brother. His half-brother and King of Hungary, Sigismund the Red Fox, senses weakness in Wenceslas. Unlike his father, Wenceslas is a naive, self-indulgent, unambitious monarch. One of Charles' sons, Wenceslas, has inherited the crown. The death of its beloved ruler, Emperor Charles IV, has plunged the kingdom into dark times: war, corruption, and discord are tearing this jewel of the Holy Roman Empire apart. Bohemia – located in the heart of Europe, the region is rich in culture, silver, and sprawling castles. W arhorse Studios behind Kingdom Come Deliverance has released a new introduction trailer featuring the latest DLC for A Woman’s Lot giving more details about the latest story addition.

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COMPROMISE!

1 Kings 11:1-13 (CSBBible) 1 King Solomon loved many foreign women in addition to Pharaoh’s daughter: Moabite, Ammonite, Edomite, Sidonian, and Hittite women 2 from the nations about which the Lord had told the Israelites, “You must not intermarry with them, and they must not intermarry with you, because they will turn your heart away to follow their gods.” To these women Solomon was deeply attached in love. 3 He had seven hundred wives who were princesses and three hundred who were concubines, and they turned his heart away. 4 When Solomon was old, his wives turned his heart away to follow other gods. He was not wholeheartedly devoted to the Lord his God, as his father David had been. 5 Solomon followed Ashtoreth, the goddess of the Sidonians, and Milcom, the abhorrent idol of the Ammonites. 6 Solomon did what was evil in the Lord’s sight, and unlike his father David, he did not remain loyal to the LORD. 7 At that time, Solomon built a high place for Chemosh, the abhorrent idol of Moab, and for Milcom, the abhorrent idol of the Ammonites, on the hill across from Jerusalem. 8 He did the same for all his foreign wives, who were burning incense and offering sacrifices to their gods. 9 The Lord was angry with Solomon, because his heart had turned away from the Lord, the God of Israel, who had appeared to him twice. 10 He had commanded him about this, so that he would not follow other gods, but Solomon did not do what the Lord had commanded. 11 Then the Lord said to Solomon, “Since you have done this and did not keep my covenant and my statutes, which I commanded you, I will tear the kingdom away from you and give it to your servant. 12 However, I will not do it during your lifetime for the sake of your father David; I will tear it out of your son’s hand. 13 Yet I will not tear the entire kingdom away from him. I will give one tribe to your son for the sake of my servant David and for the sake of Jerusalem that I chose.”

Compromise! Simply put is the middle way between two extreme situations. It is when we settle something less, more to gain favour or reach an agreement. A compromise could also be a committal to something derogatory or objectionable, a prejudicial concession, to surrender as a compromise of character or right. There are certain areas where compromise is good or right, the place where a good middle ground is needed to avoid conflict, to promote peace and safety than getting one’s way. We see such good compromise first in Daniel 2:8-14 with Daniel and his three friends working out a compromise with the court official concerning their diet. Sadly, our text is the most extreme case of compromise ever recorded in the bible and we must be careful to take heed of God’s word in every area of our lives to avoid compromising our dignity, honesty, integrity and faith. The chapter starts off with a very sad but real statement, “and Solomon loved many foreign women” he clung to them in love. Solomon also loved the daughter of Pharaoh and many other women. Solomon’s heart was divided. Unhealthy compromise as exhibited by Solomon always ends in tragedy. With the extreme wisdom and riches God granted Solomon, he was very foolish in his action. God gave the specific instruction in Deuteronomy 7:3 prohibiting intermarriage so that Israel would not turn away from the one true God. Yet, here was the king blatantly disobeying God’s instruction in such an extreme way. Solomon’s heart turned away from God. When we compromise on the things of God, on our integrity, and principles, something breaks. Somethings, we think something appears innocent or harmless, so we go ahead and compromise on what we should uphold to settle for what is at hand. The enemy is always looking for a foothold but we mustn’t give him one according to Ephesians 4:26-27, he often starts us on compromising on something small, harmless and insignificant on the surface but the Bible makes it clear that God does not condone compromising His commands according to Deuteronomy 5:32, saying “Be careful to do what the LORD your God has commanded you; do not turn aside to the right or to the left” Solomon compromised on everything the Lord forbade kings from doing in Deuteronomy 17:16-17, he did them all. Healthy compromise is good and necessary in life if it does not cost us our values and beliefs. We must not abandon God’s standards and our personal principles to be involved in things the Lord frowns upon. In what area of your life are you compromising? Are you willing to tell a “white lie” to get your way? Ready to turn the other way when evil is going on to avoid offence? How about what you do when you feel threatened? Are you willing to compromise on your faith, the word of God and the principles of the gospel? God’s righteousness is forever, His standard is sure, He would not accept compromise as He says in 1 Peter 1:16, be holy as He is. Unhealthy compromise is costly, it destroys relationships, and reputations and reduces one’s values. God has equipped us according to Philippians 2:12-13 to resist compromise, not by our strength but by His. Don’t be tempted to compromise on your faith. Never give in! Shalom Women of light international prayer ministries.

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Daniel LaRusso: A Queer Feminine Fairytale Analysis Part Two of Three

Part 1

Part 3

6. Sexual Awakenings part 1: Love, Obsession, & Size Differences

[Insert that post talking about the creators making sure that Daniel’s antagonists were much bigger than him so that the audience would sympathise, spawning 10000 size kink fics]

I’m sure this won’t awaken anything in Daniel

Corporate wants you to find the difference between these two pictures

The hallmark of feminine fairytales tends to be growing into womanhood, with all those symbolic sexual under/overtones, searching for a prince, encountering monsters (or evil stepmothers), on the surface tending to be quite passive/reactive, but actually being about young girls and women getting out of their environment and choosing to tussle with those deep, dark desires – monsters. They’ve got to function within the limitations of power that they have – escaping an abusive situation through marriage, chasing forbidden desires under the guise of duress, asking questions about sexuality through things like symbolic plucking (flowers) or consumption (fruit) or pricking (needles), etc.

Daniel isn’t striking out to find his fortune or win a girl or a kingdom Like A Man, he’s not a threat to Silver, who – like Jareth in Labyrinth – is in control for almost the whole of the narrative, he’s not actually able to do much more than react until he makes the decision to stop training, and even then he’s immediately ganged up on and assaulted, needing to be saved by Miyagi while he stands and watches, bloodied and bruised.

Daniel’s journey in the third movie is to be forced into an impossible situation, seduced by Silver, and then prove that whatever violence Silver did to him isn’t enough to destroy him. It is incredibly similar to Sarah’s in Labyrinth, who by the end declares: “you have no power over me,” and that’s her winning moment. Not strength, not wits, not a direct fight, (although Daniel does fight Barnes and gets beat up again – only winning in in the end by taking him by surprise, unlike in TKK1 or TKK2 where you could argue that he proves himself to be a capable physical opponent to Johnny and Chozen), but by declaring that whatever power was held over her is now void.

Daniel’s narrative isn’t satisfying in the same way, because the dynamic of Silver and Daniel only accidentally emulates this - it’s not an intention on the side of the film-makers.

When Miyagi tells Daniel that he has strong roots, when he tells him not to lose to fear and Daniel wins over Barnes (in an almost fairytale-esque set of events), on paper he’s defeated whatever hold Terry Silver has over him. In the film itself though, Daniel never defeats Silver (which will likely be confirmed once he returns in Season Four). Daniel cannot simply say “you have no power over me,” and see Silver shattered into glass shards.

The film is a contradiction: It wants to be a masculine sports film, but it exists in the same realm as Goblin Kings seducing young girls with the promise of: “Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave.” Unlike Sarah, Daniel doesn’t claim the power that’s been promised to him on his own terms. His subtextually sexual awakening is so corrupted that all he can do is pretend it never happened.

Still, Daniel proves in the film that his strength is not in his fists. It’s in his praying to the bonsai tree that’s healed despite a violent boy brutally tearing it in two.

These looks on Daniel and Silver though?

So why does Silver become obsessed with him? What’s up with all those red outfits (that he doesn’t wear in Cobra Kai)? What does the temptation reveal about Daniel? How does it recontextualise TKK1 and TKK2? Is Daniel bisexual? (yes).

Ah, beach-Daniel, in your red hoodie and your cut-off jorts. Iconic hot-girl summer vibes.

If you didn’t want me over-analysing this, you shouldn’t have put him in so many red outfits and then have this man leering at him like he wants to eat him alive.

Surface-level it’s not hard to read into a Dude Story: Masculine power fantasies are about strength in a very direct way. Fighting, control, suaveness – and if you’re not the most traditionally masculine of guys, asserting dominance through being a good lover or intelligent or overcoming that unmanliness in some way through beating the bully or convincing the hot girl to go out with you, levelling up in coolness. Being A Man. It’s not too dissimilar from Daniel’s arc in the first movie, if you watch it without taking later events into account, although Daniel is never interested in proving himself as a man, and more in making Miyagi proud. Still, he does win and gain respect, and arguably “get the girl,” although Ali’s interest in him was never dependent on the fight.

7. Sexual Awakenings Part 2: Sexual Assault, Liberation, and Queerness

Feminine power fantasies are often about sex. Metaphorically. More accurately it’s “owning sexuality.” Even more accurately: “Freedom.” They also inhabit a fluid space in which empowerment through monstrous desires and non-consent can happen at the same time. And on top of that, many of these “fantasies” are actually being written by men, so whose fantasy is it really? A lot of them are based in oral traditions so presumably they were originally from the mouths of women, even if modern iterations (starting with Grimm’s collections) are filtered through cis men’s perspectives.

All of that being acknowledged: In Angela Carter’s “The Company Of Wolves,” Red Riding Hood unambiguously sleeps with the wolf. Belle discovers her freedom from expectations and unsuitable suitors (and in some versions, evil stepsisters) by falling in love with a Beast (the original novel was written by a woman, the 18th century Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve). Jareth informs Sarah of his obsessive devotion to her in Labyrinth. To lean into horror for a moment – Buffy is stalked and eventually has relationships with both Angel and Spike, Lucy in Coppola’s Dracula (which I have mixed feelings about) is raped by the werewolf and Mina is stalked by Dracula, The Creature Of The Black Lagoon kidnaps Kay (the lead’s girlfriend) – subverted in both The Shape Of Water in which Eliza forms a consensual relationship with the amphibious sea-god and in the short-lived horror series Swamp Thing, in which the connection is purposefully framed as seductive…

and in The Karate Kid Part Three Daniel LaRusso punches a board until his hands bleed because an attractive, older man tells him to and in this moment he gives in to what he (thinks he) wants.

Not all of those examples are equal. Some are consensual, some are hinted as abusive and/or stalkery, all of them have large age gaps, and a few are outright non-consensual.

But they’re all fantasies.

They’re all power-fantasies.

Except for Daniel, because he’s a man and the idea that being obsessed (lusted) over by an older man who keeps you in his thrall, specifically because you tickle his fancy for whatever reason, because you’re beautiful, breakable, different – could in any way be considered empowering is a difficult concept to wrap your head around. It doesn’t contain that “but I’m a good girl, I’d never go off the path and pluck flowers if a bad wolf told me to, honest,” societal context or the social context of rape culture. It’s closest comparison is closeted (perhaps even unknown until that point) queer identity.

There have recently been some comparisons of Daniel LaRusso to Bruce Bechdel in Funhome (and everyone who says that Ralph Macchio ought to play him in the upcoming movie: you’re right and I’m just not going to enjoy it as much without him). I’ve written a post about Sam being the heir to his legacy and trauma, specifically as a queercoded man. It’s not dissimilar to the plot of Funhome in a lot of ways.

The other interesting source that’s been going around in connection with Daniel is the essay “The Rape of James Bond,” which discusses the use of sexual assault as a plot device for women and not for men: “About one in every 33 men [in the US] is raped. … [your statistically average, real life man] … doesn’t have a horde of enemies explicitly dedicated to destroying him. He doesn’t routinely get abducted, and tied up. Facing a megalomaniac psychopath gloating over causing him pain […] is not the average man’s average day at the office.” That last bit is just a descriptor of Terry Silver, (although I take issue at the blasé use of psychopath).

The two part youtube essay Sexual Assault of Men Played for Laughs posits that there is nothing more de-masculinising than the threat of sexual assault and therefore any narrative that features this “rightfully” must mock any man who has been a victim or who fears being a victim of sexual assault. It is feminising. There is nothing more humiliating – and therefore unheroic – than a man dealing with sexual assault.

So what do we feel when we see an attractive young man being put into a vulnerable position by an older man? A trope associated with female characters, a trope that is considered unpalatable for men (see reactions that happened when the hint of sexual assault was introduced in Skyfall).

Was it the fact that he was being threatened, or the fact that James’ next line is: “what makes you think this is my first time?”

Some thoughts added by @mimsyaf are around the idea of safety in how a lot of cis women might relate to this narrative through Daniel’s eyes. He’s not a woman, he has – societally – more power than a girl or woman would have, which makes this a different watch to, say, if Danielle were to go through the same narrative. Daniel doesn’t carry that baggage of rape culture, or of the male gaze that you might find in a similar scenario of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Christine in Phantom of the Opera (and once more the age differences between these characters and the men who love/lust over them are substantial), which makes the narrative “safer” to engage with.

I agree with that, although as a transmasc person I also come at it differently. I specifically like to headcanon Daniel as a trans guy and find his fraught interactions with masculinity through his own non-toxic lens relatable, as well as the way other boys and men react to it – also I think Terry Silver is hot. I know there are people who write Terry Silver with female OCs, which is also a form of empowerment.

On the flipside putting Daniel in this space runs a risk of fetishising him as a queer youth who is either Innocent and Pure, or a bisexual stereotype that deserves to be assaulted for not being a real man. After all, Real Straight Men don’t run the risk of sexual assault.

Alas, the road to empowerment never did run smooth.

The comparisons between the way Daniel is treated by the text and how female characters are often treated in texts are undoubtedly there. Through Ralph Macchio and TIG’s casting and the direction and acting, but also within the text itself.

It might not be with the same purpose as Neo’s symbolically trans journey, but it puts the whole narrative that Daniel’s going through from TKK1 under a different light than if there had only been one movie that ended on a triumphant sports win and a girlfriend.

Johnny’s masculinity and the use of tears as liberation, now that’s a whole other analysis….

#daniel larusso #terry silver #the karate kid part three #the karate kid #cobra kai #ck #cobra kai meta #part two of three #we're going into labyrinth and james bond in this one fellas #(non-gendered fellas)

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in the darkness of tomorrow | c.yj

choi yeonjun x female reader

series masterlist :

prologue | part one | part two

genre: royal au, fluff, angst

description: the selection is happening once more to find a wife for prince yeonjun. y/n swears to hate the royal family, but when it’s time for the prince to choose a wife, she gets tied up in the mess.

note: this is inspired from the book the selection by kiera cass, however even though i use some of the ideas there are major differences.

word count: 3.3k

warnings: mentions being whipped and starved

tag list: @binniebutter @nshitae

this was the first time you had ever felt heartbreak. your heart has been a constant reminder that daniel ended things days ago. it haunted you, even as you passed by all of the bright faces in the city.

it seemed like heartbreak wasn’t enough for you. the world had to punish you some more by the announcement made yesterday. the news spread fast around town that day, “the selection application was required for all women of a given age.” you happened to be a part of that age group.

you doubted that the prince would choose you to even be considered as one of the options, but what if’s filled your mind. you still weren’t ready to let go of daniel. right now you wished you would’ve stayed to hear what he wanted to say, but now it was impossible.

you did anything to get your mind off of his frozen blue eyes, including thinking of the prince. unlike everyone else, you thought that prince yeonjun felt a little too entitled. single, willing women weren’t enough for him so he had to make those whose hearts belonged to someone else apply. unlike all the bright faces hoping to be picked, you didn’t want to be one of his little playthings.

they say that the selection was unbiased, but most people knew that wasn’t true. many girls who were unfortunate enough to be in castes five and lower, where they could hardly or not even make ends meet, rarely ever got picked and they were the ones who needed it most. you could stay a four and bake pastries all your life if it meant the people in castes lower than you could afford food.

besides, you had seen first hand what this kingdom has done and you didn’t agree. you would be caught dead before you ever bowed to their spoiled and corrupt system.

“hey mom!” you put on a small smile to please her worried eyes when you walked into the bakery. her small streaks of grey hair added to her beauty.

“i’m so sorry sweetie. i know how much you didn’t want to apply.” her shoulders relaxed, but she continued to place out new baked goods.

you let out a sigh, “yeah well... it doesn’t matter. it’s not like i’ll get picked.” you smiled at the thought. it was all just a waste of time.

your mom stopped, placing the basket of bread on the counter. “it’s supposed to be random... we never know.”

you furrowed your brows and laughed a bit, while giving your mom a look that said “really?” she smiled, shaking her head to acknowledge that you were probably right.

“anyways... where’s dad and taehyun?” you didn’t see or hear them in the bakery.

your mom looked up at you and for a moment she looked distant before returning to her warm demeanor. you caught the change but decided not to bring it up.

“going on an errand,” she responded simply before filling the basket of bread with a few cakes.

she wasn’t going to give you the chance to ask, but you didn’t mind. you knew she’d tell you later.

“so... this arranged engagement with taehyun.” you looked to the side while preparing your face for a whistle.

“you know he’s a great boy and he’s a doctor... a three. he also helps to manage the orphanage with the eights. he’s a great boy y/n.” your mom looked disappointed when you looked back at her.

“it’s just... when does a four ever get put in an arranged marriage. plus...” you looked down at your hands where your fingers were playing with each other, “what if... i could love someone else.” your eyes glistened at the thought of daniel always waiting for you on that tree branch. you didn’t know what caste he was in... even if he was an eight you’d be willing to be homeless with him... although now he’d be a two... all because of the draft.

your mom sighed as your little sister, seoyeon walked in. “that’s enough for now y/n. take this basket to the orphanage.”

seoyeon was all muddy, indicating how she came inside after playing around in the dirt. you grabbed the basket harshly, trying to show your mom that this was not over.

“can i go with?” seoyeon asked, looking at mom. your mom slightly nodded, so you took seoyeon’s hand in yours. you resisted the urge to glare at your mom before smiling at seoyeon.

“okay... we have to get to the orphanage... what’s the best route?” you asked your sister who wore a sly grin before pulling you out of the door.

seoyeon rushed towards the river as she pulled you along. it was your little secret space that no one visited. the two of you had been running for quite a while, slowly passing by fewer and fewer people.

once the two of you made it to the river, seoyeon balanced on the thin makeshift bridge with her arms sticking out. she wobbled here and there but made it over. you followed soon after, carrying the basket in your hand and making sure to avoid any wet slippery spots on the bridge. seoyeon laughed as you made your way over to her.

“hurry slowpoke!” she called before running off into the field.

you shook your head before fastening your pace. once you got off the bridge you took off into a sprint. by the time you caught up to her she was already at the orphanage and you were panting. that was one thing about seoyeon, for small legs she could sure as hell run.

“it’s about time.” she giggled as she took in your bent-over body. “i was starting to think i should’ve carried the basket.”

you rolled your eyes, waving her off before you straightened up. seoyeon had already run off to play with the kids her age. when you walked in there were a few kids and teenagers around your age sitting towards the entrance.

“are taehyun and jihyun around?” you asked, looking around to see if you had missed them in the small orphanage. all you could see at the moment was how it needed to be remodeled, like many things in this area.

“taehyun left a long while ago, but you could probably find jihyun upstairs if you like.” one of the teenage girls, who you knew to be yui, spoke. you nodded before moving towards the kitchen area to place to basket down, with a little note not to eat more than one.

you knew how hard it was for taehyun and jihyun to keep this orphanage up and running. it was hard to get everyone here a proper meal. taehyun nearly passed out from exhaustion when he came to visit your family. he had given up plenty of food just so those who were sick could eat enough.

you made sure to get the plates and napkins out to remind them not to leave the bread lying in unsanitary areas. once you felt your job had been done, you went upstairs to their office. unlike most days the door was closed. you knew something was wrong and the sniffling coming from the room only confirmed your suspicions.

you hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door and letting yourself in. jihyun’s sorrowful eyes burned through yours, making your heart drop.

“y/n thank god you’re here.” she cried before attacking you in a hug. you rubbed circles on her back to try and get her to calm down.

“what happened?” you asked softly, scared this question might break her.

she sniffled, “o-one of the boys-” she let out a sob and you continued to try and soothe her.

“it’s okay you don’t have to say anything.” at this point you moved one of your hands to her head and rested it there.

“n-no he... he stole some meat and they’re going to whip him y/n. they’re going to whip him. he’s only seven!” she cried looking at you in your eyes. she was pleading, pleading for you to do anything. you weren’t sure you could.

“where’s taehyun?” you asked looking around, maybe he went to help. maybe that’s what he and your dad were doing.

“i don’t know.” she finally calmed a bit, hiccuping here and there. “he left before we received the news.”

you were left to wonder what the two were doing, but you didn’t have time for that.

“i promise i’ll go help the boy.” you gave jihyun a determined look. “what’s his name?” you asked halfway out the door.

“hak hyunwoo.” she barely whispered it, probably ashamed. you gave her a reassuring smile before leaving and finding seoyeon.

by the time you had arrived back home they already were gathering people around the city to witness the poor boys' punishment.

“what is your name boy?” the masked man shouted more to the crowd than to the boy. you had been struggling to get closer to the wooden post.

“hak hyunwoo.” he was crying, his tears wouldn’t stop flooding. he had nobody to watch out for him.

“and what is your crime?” the masked man yelled out once more.

hyunwoo was silent before speaking. “theft.” it was quiet.

“your punishment will be...” he waited to see if the crowd of people would react. only a few weren’t excited, it was disgusting how many people were cheering. everyone was just sitting back... watching.

“thirty strikes to the back!” there was a roar in the crowd, but the noise died out in your mind. that was way too much...

you pushed even harder, “stop!” you screamed, but no one could hear you over the crowd. you saw them grabbing the whip, only making you lunge forward, forgetting about hurting the people in the crowd. you stumbled forward after reaching the front. it didn’t matter if he was an eight, you had to help him.

“wait!” you screamed, now where the two in charge of this could hear. the guards were watching you with cautious eyes.

“miss you can’t intervene.” one man standing to the side had said.

you took a deep breath. “this boy did nothing wrong. can’t you see he’s malnourished? the kingdom failed this poor boy... they’re the ones at fault.” you had to try anything. everyone gasped as you accused the royal family of this boy's actions.

“if you must punish someone. punish me, but theft does not deserve thirty strikes to the back.” everyone's eyes were on you, making you nervous. you never really asked for attention, but here you were gaining it.

the masked man was staring at you, no doubt glaring. “fine. get up here.” he nearly threw kyunwoo off of the tiny stage.

you were surprised that worked, you were just desperate, but now you would have to face the consequences. as you walked past the little boy you told him to run home, which he did. that gave you a little comfort.

“what is your name?” the masked man was seething.

“kim y/n.” you tried to sound brave and strong, but you couldn’t help the waver in your voice.

before he could do anything else, more soldiers rushed toward the tiny wooden stage.

“you mustn’t hurt this young lady. she’s been selected and the prince would like to see her now.”

you weren’t sure which guard had said it. you were stricken with shock. tears threatened to fall and you didn’t know whether it was from the relief of not getting whipped or because you’d have to leave everyone to be a plaything for prince yeonjun.

guards had escorted you back home. you were still in a daze from the information, even as your little sister cheered for you. your mom was the only one to snap you out of the trance.

“i’m sorry sweetie... just know that we will all be waiting and ready for anything that happens. we will support you no matter what.” she rubbed your shoulder as you stared at all of the paperwork in front of you.

there had been a palace worker standing beside you stating the rules and how the caste systems worked as if you didn’t know.

ones were royalty and family of royals. twos were celebrities, soldiers, and politicians. threes were people who worked pretty stable jobs like teaching and nursing. fours were business owners. fives were musicians and entertainers. sixes were those who helped others with jobs. sevens were mainly outdoor workers. then there were eights... these people were mainly cast out of society.

staring at the paper only made you even more frustrated. you were practically signing your life away for the possibility of being a three or one if you’re “lucky.”

everyone had to be virgins, single, and if caught in a relationship could be met with death. you rolled your eyes once more thinking about how it wasn’t optional this year. you guess it was a good thing daniel never asked you out and ended things.

then the man said that it’d be ill-advised to refuse anything the prince asked. that confirmed your suspicions, you were practically being sold off to a spoiled brat. the only one who could send you home was the prince himself and no one got a say in what the prince did.

of course, everyone had to be civil and not fight, but you had to wear what the palace gave you, nothing else. one of the worst things was that you couldn’t leave the palace on your own accord. you’d be trapped and watched for the entertainment of the show.

there was one last thing about being one of the last 10. it meant you were the elite, but you doubted that would ever be you. with that... you signed your love away.

your mom was the one to give the signed paper to the man at the front door who had been waiting to take your paper to the palace. she was going to see you off because your dad still wasn’t back yet.

“wait y/n!” seoyeon ran towards you, hugging your legs tightly. “are you going to be a princess?” her eyes lit up when she asked. you couldn’t crush her.

“maybe... that’s up to the prince.” and that was the truth. you didn’t have a choice, but you’d do everything in your power to leave.

it seemed every choice was being made for you as you followed the palace worker, the guards following behind.

the ride to the palace was slow and lonely. you were forced to look longingly at the forest, regretting not saying goodbye to daniel. you thought of all the things you wanted to say to him.

i’ll wait for you because i love you.

we can get through this.

please don’t leave me.

i can’t live without you.

be safe.

at that moment all you knew was that you had to find him somehow and he’d be in the palace. maybe staying for just a little bit wouldn’t be that bad if you could find him.

when you saw the large palace nausea rested in your throat and stomach. you don’t know why he called you here this early, but it couldn’t be good. all the other girls would be arriving tomorrow morning as they had announced.

it was weird being escorted in, but your nerves were exploding within you. you weren’t ready to see royalty. you vowed to die before you bowed before them, but here you were walking straight in and scanning the area. all you managed to see were maids and soldiers around, giving you another few moments of the pride you were willing to die for.

you were passed off to three maids who had been waiting for you.

“it’s amazing to meet you lady y/n.” the title made your face crunch with distaste.

“please... just call me y/n.” your voice was quiet, not allowing yourself to be comfortable in an unknown area.

“we can’t do that miss.” the shortest of the three informed, making you close your eyes and pray to the heavens that you would be able to survive this.

“okay then... may i know your names?” the three of them looked at each other before the one who led the path spoke up.

“i’m aeri, she's isuel, and that’s minsuh” aeri pointed at each of them. you noted that the shortest one, issue, was probably the youngest. you only nodded in response as they led you further into the palace, upstairs, and down long hallways.

“this will be your room,” aeri announced, opening the door to reveal a large room with many small details on the furniture. it was a bit much, but you didn’t expect anything less from people at the top of the caste system.

“we have to get you dressed because the prince will be seeing you soon.” minsuh rushed over towards the large wardrobe, that when opened revealed many different dresses. all of them... dresses.

“i say we should put you in the pink one!” iseul shouted, excited. the other two nodded enthusiastically, but you were too defeated to protest.

it was almost as if prince yeonjun had been waiting the whole time because as soon as they zipped you up, a knock came from the door. all of the maids ran to the door, leaving your pleading eyes behind.

“your majesty.” was all you heard before a few mumbling and giggling. they rushed out immediately and prince yeonjun replaced them. his hair was dyed pink now, making you wish you protested the dress’s color. your maids were sly.

your heart was pacing, scared from the uncertainty.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you lady y/n.” there it was again. the title you wanted to get away from.

“the pleasure is all mine.” you tried to hide the sarcasm in your voice as you stood strong in front of him. don’t you dare waver.

“i heard you got into some trouble today... i’d like to discuss that.” he was calm, every word held a hidden strength behind it. this was why he called you here early.

“i’d hardly call it trouble.” you stopped to watch him step closer to you. you wanted to tell him to stay away, not get close to touching you, but you kept quiet.

“oh really? you don’t call asking to be punished for someone else’s crimes trouble?” he was standing right in front of you now, but he was relaxed and wore a soft smile. he found this humoring. it was anything but.

“i call that two innocent people paying for a kingdoms failure.” the words slipped out before you could hold them back, but you didn’t regret them. not when you saw how prince yeonjun backed away, looking to the side.

“innocent? he was a thief.” yeonjun looked back at you, determined and unwavering. two could play at that game.

you walked towards him this time. a power move. “the world is not all black and white. he was a young boy, an orphan that was placed as an eight. your rules are the reason he was starving, leaving no option but stealing.” you were glaring now, trying to ignore the fact you had to look up at him.

he didn’t seem to want to back down either. “yet if we let one person steal something what’s stopping others?” he leaned his face closer to yours, noses only inches apart.

don’t you dare give in.

“if higher castes can pay their way out of punishment, why don’t the lower castes get a chance?” at this point, you couldn’t move any closer, but you could spit on him. that was only a passing thought to entertain you.

prince yeonjun was quiet after that, staring into your eyes as if he was trying to search through every part of your life. it felt interrogating. he hadn’t responded, so you took that as his loss and back away.

“is that all you wanted to discuss?” your voice was quieter now, not accusatory.

“for now... but you might want to learn some respect.” and then he left you to be swallowed in your anger.

part 2 sneak peak:

the castle had been dark for a while. all day today you were looking around for a familiar face, one that didn’t seem to show.

the creaking of your door alerting you of a new presence. you swore you told everyone you’d like to sleep peacefully tonight, but here they were interrupting you.

“princ-”

“i heard you’ve been looking for me.” you could recognize that voice anywhere. the playfulness in his tone lit your heart on fire.

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