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iamreykylotrash · 2 years

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defending what's mine.

Eris entered his father's throne room, seeing him sitting on the bronze throne. Beron watched as he made his way towards him, not saying a word until he was at the edge of the stairs leading up to the dais.

But when Eris stopped, the room was silent for a moment.

All he could do was stare at his father, his hands folded at his back, and be in complete stillness, not uttering a single sound.

It is what he was taught at such a young age.

His father forced him still, like a general to a soldier, screaming at him to follow his commands. At first, Eris was scared, knowing how his father would react if he disobeyed his orders. But it didn't take him long to understand what Beron wanted from him.

Control of his entire being.

Eris had always wanted to make his father suffer as he had, but he couldn't, not when he was planning to overtake the Autumn throne. He couldn't let everything go down the drain, knowing that Beron would catch on.

So, he would play the role of an obeying son, ready to do anything that his father commanded of him.

"I'm beginning to worry about you, Eris," Beron says, his voice echoing throughout the room.

Eris didn't say anything. It wasn't a question, nor was it something he had to answer. No, he had to wait until Beron had finished what he was saying. Only then would he await an answer.

"I had believed that once you married the Archeron sister, you would begin to prove to me that you deserve this throne. Instead of controlling her, you have given her freedom, letting her do whatever she wants without restrictions. She is a weapon to use against all of the courts, but you negate to see that." Beron says.

Eris feels his blood boil within him, wanting to rip out his father's tongue and shove it down his throat.

The High Lord of Autumn continued, "Nesta Archeron may be your wife and the mother to your unfortunate daughter, but she is still one of the most powerful beings on this land. Her silver flames are a gift to wield, knowing that the damage they could do would be irreparable. What she could do is beyond our understanding. That is why we must tame-"

Eris cut him off, "Tame? Do you believe Nesta to be some kind of dog or creature? She is a part of this court. She is my wife. As for my daughter, she is a blessing to have. I will not have you insulting my family." He tells him.

Beron slowly rises from his throne, his brown eyes raging embers, "You dare interrupt me, boy?" He asked.

The Autumn Heir takes one step up, "I have obeyed your every command, agreed to every single one of your choices, and I never opposed anything you said. But when it comes to my family, I will defend them, even from you." Eris snaps, his eyes gleaming with his own flames.

Then, a gust of hot air sent him flying, landing on the carpet of the throne room.

"Ah, so the firstborn has finally grown a pair? I have been waiting for this moment." Beron announces, his cape falling off his shoulders.

Eris stood from the floor, letting the hate he held for his father be known, unable to hide it any longer.

Beron descended the steps, standing feet away from his eldest son. He summoned his flames to the palms of his hands, an evil grin creeping onto his face, "This is the time, Eris. This is where you show me if you are worthy of the throne." He says.

"You want me to fight you? Is this what you trained me for? You want me to kill you to show you that I am worthy?" Eris asked him.

The High Lord laughs, "Killing me will mean that you have done what I've asked of you. Since you were born, I have trained you, made you into the male I wanted you to become. My blood runs through your veins. My mentality will pass down to you. My voice will haunt you until the end of your days. You will never forget me, Eris." He says.

“I’ll never be like you, Beron. I was taught better than that. You may have raised me and my brothers to obey your every command, but you knew that my mother cared for us, and nurtured us out of your sight. We each carry out your wishes because we all fight for the same throne. My brothers, except for Lucien, may have become cold over the years, but that is because you led them away from mother, forcing them to do your bidding.” Eris tells him.

Beron sneers, “You think I didn’t know what your mother was doing? I knew what she was teaching you. I whipped her for any subject she said. Why do you think she never showed her back? Why do you think she walked slowly? She hid the pain from you, Eris. She knew how you would get. I only wished you did know, that way you would have given into your anger long ago.” He says.

Eris felt himself tremble with rage. He had seen his mother stumble from time to time, still teaching them even after the pain Beron inflicted upon her. Even through all of that, she never gave up on her children, wanting them to know how they should be raised, and knowing the trueness of emotions.

But it wasn’t long until Beron put a stop to all of that, separating Eris’s younger brothers and forcing them to obey him. And after a few years, they all forgot what their mother had taught them. They were all cold to her, except for Eris and Lucien. The two eldest brothers could only watch as their brothers were wiped away, standing beside their father and obeying him in everything.

Eris summoned his own flames, throwing a ball of fire past his father’s head. A warning.

But Beron wasn’t fazed at all.

The High Lord chuckles, “You cannot hide anything from me, boy. I know of everything that happens in my household. No matter how hard you try, there isn't anything you can keep from me. I don't care what your mother taught you. I don't care if she showed you love and compassion. You are still my son. No matter what you do, you will still uphold my laws because you know that I am right. Everything I do is to keep my court strong, to keep it from crumbling."

Eris sneers, "I will never be anything like you." He says again, the flames burning brighter in his hands.

Beron smirks, "It doesn't matter, Eris! One way or another, someone will uphold the laws! It could be you, your brothers, or better yet..." he takes a step close, "it could be your own daughter. When she is older, she will get curious. She will wonder why her court crumbles under her father's rule? She will want to do something about it. Instead of being a disappointment, she might be the one to save the Autumn altogether." He says.

Eris throws another ball of fire yet again, but this time, Beron uses the quick maneuver to his advantage, moving quick as lightning, grabbing Eris's neck, his own flames searing his skin.

The Heir to Autumn falls to his knees, groaning in pain as his father looks down upon him, his face filled with rage. His hand tightens, making it harder to breathe.

"I had high hopes for you, Eris. I believed you were the one who would make me proud. I thought you would succeed. Instead, you have done nothing but fail me. I should have locked your mother in a cell. It is because of her influence that you have turned out as a failure. I should have never let you marry Nesta Archeron, seeing as the love you have for her made you weak. I should have killed that daughter of yours in the womb, seeing as you will not raise her as I raised you. No matter what you do now, you will never be worthy to rule the Autumn Court." Beron tells him.

It was then that the double doors of the throne room opened.

Eris heard his mother's cry, making his heart drop, "Beron! What are you doing?" She asked. Eris saw her standing at the threshold with Lucien beside her.

Beron snapped his head to look at the Lady of Autumn, his eyes holding nothing but hate for her and the son that wasn't his, "Look what you have caused, my lady. Look at what you raised. Our son is about to die because of you. You have made him weak." He says.

He turns back to look at his son, leaning down, "They will witness your death. I will kill your mother for what she has done. Then, I will go after your wife and daughter next. In the end, I will always win, Eris." Beron tells him.

Seconds later, another set of steps is heard. Eris watched his wife enter the room with their nine-month-old daughter in her arms.

Beron had stared at them as if they were the primary target.

Lucien stepped in front of them, putting himself in front of his brother's family.

"If anything happens to me, Lucien, I need you to promise that you will protect my family," Eris told him.

The Son of the Day Court narrowed his brows, "What do you mean? Why would something happen to you? Either way, I would protect your family no matter the circumstance. I've seen how important they are to you, especially your little girl." He tells him.

Eris sighs, leaning on the stone balcony, watching the sunset. He knew that the ruse wasn't going to last long, knowing that Beron was catching on.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't protect Jesminda all those years ago," Eris breathed, feeling his heart tighten as he remembered what happened to the girl his brother had once loved dearly.

Lucien hadn't said anything.

"I knew that I couldn't protect her, but I could protect you. I should have tried harder, but there wasn't a way to protect her without Beron finding out it was me." Eris says.

Lucien leaned next to him on the balcony, "Beron would have found her eventually. He would have killed her either way. It was my fault for getting involved with her in the first place. I should have known what Beron was capable of. If you had saved her, Beron would have never trusted you. He would have punished you as well and mother would have been left vulnerable."

"What happened in the past doesn't matter now, Eris. Of course, I will protect your family. I will protect them with my life if I have to, especially that of my niece. You have my word." His brother says with a hand on his shoulder.

In that moment of distraction, Eris escaped his father's grasp, grabbing his neck. He knocked the High Lord to his knees, looking down upon him. Eris knew that the man was not worthy of mercy, wanting to end his life right there.

But he couldn't.

Even with the heart of his mother, Eris could not forget what his father had taught him. Strength and courage. Yes, there was a speck of love in his heart for Beron, but hate mainly fueled it. His father was the scum of the earth, but Eris would get rid of him eventually.

Just not today.

"Don't... touch... my family," Eris struggled to say, trembling as the heat pierced his skin.

Beron chuckled again, "Even now, you cannot kill me. I knew that love had made you weak. But I didn't think that you'd let me live." He says, his flames extinguishing.

"I may not be the one to kill you, Beron, but your time will come. And when it does," Eris leans in close, "I will take the throne. I will change the Autumn. And you will be forgotten." He tells him, kicking his father to the ground.

Eris turns away from him, walking towards his family. He summoned a cage of fire around the High Lord of Autumn, keeping him detained temporarily.

As Eris got close, Nesta put a hand on his neck, her face filled with worry, "Are you alright?" She breathes.

He smiled at her, kissing her once, "I'm alright, my phoenix." He said against her lips, taking their daughter into his arms. The little girl cooed at him, snuggling into his shoulder. Eris kissed her head, grateful for this little creation.

Beron had said that love was weakness - a poisonous feeling that would betray you, but Eris knew that was a lie. His wife and daughter were living proof of that, regaining strength in every moment he thought about them.

And as he walked out of the throne room, Eris did not glance back at his father, wanting him to suffer as he once had.

#eris vanserra #beron vanserra #nesta archeron #lucien vanserra #anti nessian #neris

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loremaster-lavellan · 1 year

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The Snow Prince - Part 1

Prologue - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Ysvena wears a beautiful crown. Wrought from white silver and inlaid with veins of crystal, it sits like a cap and sweeps from her brow into a crest above her head. Into its surface are etched intricate relief patterns, the translation of which is lost to history but whose imagery is a reminder of the old kingdom and a standard all metalsmiths aspire to achieve. It is a symbol of her peoples’ culture and of her own position, a reminder to them all that Auri-El still cares for them, and that he proves it with every new generation born into the Line of Light. Before Ysvena, it was her father’s crown, and before that her grandmother’s, all the way back to the Snow Prince who sent it across the ocean with his heir.

One day, it will be Ydhedhor’s.

The heir apparent to the kingdom of Pin Darre, the Northern Mercies, is hardly a year old. His legs are still unsteady, his babbles are not quite half words, and should he desire a particular person, no one else suffices. He loves his mother’s crown. From his father’s arms he stares at it, and from Ysvena’s lap he pulls himself up to touch it with gentle, grasping fingers, cooing softly. She wonders to herself what kind of Prince he will be, but not long; she doesn’t desire to obsess over a future which hasn’t yet happened and cannot be defined and miss the snow-haired baby in front of her.

When Ydhedhor is three, his father, Vyrre, finds him standing in front of a frost-covered window. The corridor is lined with windows that stretch floor to ceiling. All the others are free of ice. The boy bids his father watch, and the Knight-Paladin is witness to the ice crystals which spiral out lazily from his son’s hand, pressed flat to the glass, and cover a second window.

Ysvena calls her son anaran, sun prince, because on the day of his birth, dawn broke with his presentation, and the first rays of light fell upon his face. The Arch-Curate, among others, believes it’s a sign the prince is blessed by Auri-El. Even Vyrre, a questioner of all symbolism and literal interpretation, can’t deny it means something. Everyone else watches this boy who will one day rule them with quiet anticipation. If they knew he had magic, if they knew it manifested at such a young age, that anticipation would cease to be silent. It would speak before it’s time and decide what it means to be the Snow Prince before the boy has a chance to learn for himself.

Vyrre tells Ysvena about the windows, and they decide to keep it between them. They can’t hide it forever, nor is ‘hide’ the right word . . . protect, they decide. It is not a curse to hide shamefully, but a gift that needs protecting given to a child who does not yet know how to stray from his parents. Eventually it will be found out, and something will come of that discovery and change the way things are for Ydhedhor, but for now he is set to live as all children should, and the Snow Princess and her Knight-Paladin stand between him and the rest of the world.

* * * * *

On the eve of his fifth birthday, Ydhedhor is told he may stay up past his bedtime and to find his mother when the sky is dark – she has something special to show him. He waits impatiently at his window, watching the sun creep towards the horizon at an agonizing pace. When it’s dark at last, he bolts from his room and navigates the palace halls to his parents’ chambers – not far – and pushes the door open.

“Mama! It’s really dark now!” he calls out.

Before he reaches the bedroom, Parenyis, his father’s sister, emerges from it and closes the door behind her.

“Auntie Parenyis! Mama’s going to show me something special!”

Parenyis puts her hands on her knees and leans down to eye level, smiling apologetically. “Your mother is . . . not feeling well. But she asked me to show you the special thing instead, alright? Come on!”

Parenyis is the self-appointed ‘Royal Aunt’, the Snow Princess’s childhood friend and a woman whose determination to spoil her nephew perfectly complements the discipline his parents employ. Only last week, Parenyis taught him how to sneak into the kitchen for treats like she used to do with his mother, and he’s learned well that if he ever desires to hear ‘yes’, he should ask his auntie. Ydhedhor does have fun with his aunt, so he doesn’t protest this slight change in plans.

Through the halls and into the kitchens she leads him, turning the journey into a game by avoiding every servant and knight still up at this hour like getting caught is the end of their fun. Into the pantry and to a wooden door that opens into a hallway between the walls, dim and narrow until it becomes a staircase that spirals up, and up, and up, and then it ends at a second door, this one made of iron.

“Are you ready, Ydhedhor?”

A nod, and the door is opened. They step out onto the roof of Palace Laure, and Parenyis steps back to let Ydhedhor go ahead of her. Above them is the endless sky, around them are the other islands of Pin Darre, the lights of their cities flickering faintly, and beyond those, the storm that hides it all, from here like a mirage that makes the lowest stars fade in and out.

“Look up. Forget the islands, forget the lights. Just look up.”

Ydhedhor looks up. He tilts his head back as far as he can until he sees nothing but the sky. The deep blue fills his vision, a billion glittering stars dazzle his eyes, and if he holds his gaze still he can just make out an arc of hazy white that stretches between horizons. He stumbles and looks down again, turning to his aunt.

“Where did we come from?” asks Parenyis.

“We’re from Mereth. That’s the old kingdom.”

“Where are we now?”

“Pin Darre.”

“What do we call our cities?”

Ydhedhor turns his eyes to the horizon and points to each island in turn. “That’s Pin Sil, that’s Vetu Sil, and that’s Orin Sil.” He points to the ground. “And we live on Erin Sil.”

Parenyis kneels and takes his hands. “Who rules Pin Darre? Who cares for our people?”

“The Snow Prince or Princess.”

“And who are you?”

“I’m the Snow Prince.”

* * * * *

On Ydhedhor’s fifth birthday, his father gifts him a wooden sword suitable for a boy his size and promises to show him how to use it. Six months later, the Knight-Paladin makes good on that promise. He takes him to the palace barracks and training grounds, thus beginning the young prince’s martial training. The sword is awkward and unwieldy in the five-year-old’s hands, and a number of bruises are dealt – as many to himself as to Vyrre – but he won’t put it down, not so long as his father keeps watching.

Together, they give the straw targets identities, an act that doesn’t do much for reinforcing any actual technique Ydhedhor’s been taught but keeps him engaged near ad infinitum. A troll, a wolf, a dragon, and in the case of one straw figure with a crudely drawn face, Ysgramor. In the prince’s head, there is no greater hero than himself, no foe he can’t defeat, and no approval he seeks more than that of his father who . . . has disappeared again. It’s another game they play. Vyrre finds a hiding place, and Ydhedhor seeks out this hidden enemy to valiantly slay him. He just wishes his father would pick a different spot to hide. It’s no fun to know where he is every time.

Nonetheless, the young prince stealthily makes his way out of the training yard by way of an archway and slinks along a covered pathway until he spots his father seated beside the usual column. He’s with Edhellebor today, Knight-Commander of the Order of the Sun and Vyrre’s longtime mentor. Ydhedhor doesn’t know what a mentor is, but his father likes Edhellebor, and that’s enough for the boy. They’ve had cause to get acquainted over the last two months of training, and the prince knows he’ll play along with this little game. Both their backs are turned, however . . . He creeps closer, wooden weapon gripped firmly.

“. . . keeps asking questions so I keep bringing him. Or Parenyis takes him into the city.”

“Was this her idea?”

“She doesn’t want him to see.”

With a yell, Ydhedhor springs up behind the two knights and jabs the sword first into the Knight-Commander’s side, then his father’s. Vyrre grabs the wooden blade, pulls it and its wielder forward, and traps the five-year-old in his arms. Laughing, the boy wriggles until he’s free of his restraints.

“Well, how many dragons were slain today?” asks Edhellebor.

“Three. And a troll, and a pack of wolves,” states Ydhedhor. He looks to his father. “I wanna go tell Mama.”

Vyrre casts a glance at Edhellebor. “Not today. She’s still tired.”

“She doesn’t have to get up. I just wanna tell her.”

“I said no, Ydhedhor.”

The change that crosses Ydhedhor’s face is sudden and dark. He throws his toy sword to the ground and clenches his fists, and an angry shout escapes his mouth. “You always say no! I never get to see her anymore!”

“Ydhedhor—”

“No!” When Vyrre reaches for him, Ydhedhor hits his hand away. The swing knocks him off balance, and he lands on his bottom. He strikes the ground with angry fists before curling into a ball and hiding his face. “It’s not fair,” he sobs. “Not fair.”

Vyrre moves to pick him up, but Edhellebor stops him. The Knight-Commander kneels beside the prince, and he speaks quietly and gently. “You’re right. It’s not fair.”

A cold breeze blows around the columns and rustles Ydhedhor’s white hair. “I wanna show her I’m special,” he whines.

“What does she call you? That name you told me about.”

A pause, then, “Anaran.”

“Why does she call you that?”

“. . . because I’m her sun prince.”

“Why are you her sun prince?”

“Because the sun shined on me when I was born.”

“I think” Edhellebor puts a hand on Ydhedhor’s shoulder “she knows you’re special.”

* * * * *

On their prince’s sixth birthday, the city of Erin Sil celebrates. To celebrate a child is to celebrate a gift from Auri-El, and the whole community participates. For Ydhedhor, it means greeting the crowd gathered outside the palace gates atop his father’s shoulders and waving while they cheer. Then the other children come forward, all who share this birthday, and he stands with them while the Arch-Curate says a whole lot of things to the grown-ups until, finally, the fun begins. There is food, and music, and more people than ever in the courtyard. Artists paint the children’s faces with yellow sunbursts and silver snowflakes, elderly women hand out pastries from baskets on their arms, and when the sun goes down, sparklers shine in the hands of every child. It is the dead of winter, but bonfires keep them warm, and bards play their instruments in the firelight.

After dark, Ydhedhor runs with a group of his peers, a sparkler in each hand, all of them yelling excited nonsense as they follow an undecided leader in circles. He stops when his father calls his name and answers his beckoning hand.

“Your mother wants to see you.”

Sparklers are tossed aside, and he skips beside his father through the palace to his parents’ chambers. Vyrre motions for him to be quiet before opening the door. Ydhedhor steps quietly inside, into a stillness starkly contrasting the revelries happening outside, and pokes his head into the bedroom. There are few lights to illuminate the room, leaving the space dim and quiet, and on the grand bed his mother reclines on several pillows.

Upon seeing him, Ysvena smiles and reaches out one hand. “Oh, come here, my love!”

Ydhedhor needs no instruction. He clambers onto the bed and into his mother’s waiting arms. She traces the sun on his face, the paint smeared down his nose now, and asks, “How is your birthday?”

“It’s good. I danced with Auntie Parenyis. And I ate four jelly cakes.”

“I can see that.” Ysvena taps one of several red stains on his shirt.

“Do you want to go get one?”

“I can’t, my love. I’m sorry.”

“Are you still tired?”

“I am. But I did not forget your birthday. I have a present for you. Would you like it?”

Ydhedhor nods and sits up expectantly. Around her neck, Ysvena wears an amulet of Auri-El, a sunburst wrought from gold with a small white crystal set in the center. She unclasps the chain and puts it around Ydhedhor’s neck. It is long on him.

“My mother gave this to me when I was a girl,” she tells him. “And now I want you to have it.”

Ydhedhor examines the amulet, turning it between his fingers like a coin and watching the crystal reflect the lamplight. Then he leans forward and plants a kiss on his mother’s cheek before curling up by her side, his head tucked under her chin. The Snow Princess holds her son close.

“Mama?”

“Yes?”

“The air’s fuzzy.”

“Fuzzy?”

“Yeah. Like when I do my magic.”

“Will you show me your magic?”

Reaching over his head, Ydhedhor touches his fingers to the headboard. From them, a trail of frost creeps up the wall and onto the ceiling, and there it spirals out in eight directions, an eight-pointed sunburst. Snowflakes begin to fall from it. They float downwards and come to rest on the bed, on faces and hair, before melting.

“Do you like it, Mama?”

Ysvena smiles, transfixed. “It’s beautiful, ma anaran.”

* * * * *

Two weeks after he turns six, Ydhedhor wakes with the sun. Snow is piled heavy on his windowsills, and through the glass the first rays of sun paint his walls mottled gold and pink. After admiring the colors for a moment, he leaves his room, barefoot and in his pajamas, and wanders the halls. He plays hopscotch in the squares of light he finds on the floor and hops down a flight of stairs, wandering with no real destination. Even in Palace Laure, the dawn hours are still, and as of late he’s found he enjoys that stillness. His stomach growls, so he makes his way down to the kitchen and makes big, sweet eyes at the cook until she gives him a slice of the bread that’s just come out of the oven. The cook is fond of him.

He walks back the long way, taking the stairs and halls that lead to the upper terrace and the corridor with a dozen floor-to-ceiling windows. The corridor is bathed in light, stronger now that the sun’s come up more and still a golden color. If they weren’t already, Ydhedhor would cover the windows with frost. As it is, he leaves them be and continues back towards his room.

His path takes him past his parents’ chambers. They aren’t usually awake at this hour, so he doesn’t expect to see anyone, but he finds not his mother or father, but his aunt outside the door. Her head is in her hands, and as he gets closer, he realizes she’s crying. Concerned, he walks up and pulls on her arm.

“What’s wrong, Auntie Parenyis?”

Parenyis starts, and when she looks down at him, there are tears in her eyes. “Ydhedhor . . . Go to your room. Stay there.”

“But—”

“Go, Ydhedhor. Please.” She turns him by the shoulders and pushes him away.

Ydhedhor hesitates, hurt and confused, but does as he’s told. Auntie Parenyis doesn’t talk to him like that. He returns to his room and closes the door. Confined here by orders, boredom quickly sets in, and it can’t be solved by anything in his room. First, he takes his mother’s necklace out of its box under his bed and plays with the crystal and the light coming through his windows before putting it around his neck. Then he gets dressed – might as well before someone tells him to. Finally, after failing to entertain himself with his toys and books, he lays on the floor and reaches a hand towards the ceiling, summoning frost above his head and trying to form icicles.

The icicles are a new endeavor in the last few days, born of wondering what else he can do besides frost, but icicles have proven to be . . . difficult. It’s hard to make the magic do bigger things, especially when he can’t touch the spot he wants to use it. However, he’s determined – and still bored – so he keeps his hand pointed at the ceiling until, finally, spots of real ice appear and form dull points no longer than his thumb.

Icicles.

The prince jumps up to admire his handiwork, and at the same time his bedroom door opens and his father steps inside. He points at the ceiling. “Look what I—”

And then he stops, because there’s a look on his father’s face he’s never seen before, and it scares him.

Vyrre shuts the door again and looks at his son. Wordlessly, he moves to sit on the bed, and there’s a longer wait still until he speaks. “Ydhedhor, come here.”

Ydhedhor doesn’t want to. Whatever that expression is, it’s not anything he wants to confront. But he listens to his father and sits beside him.

Vyrre looks down at the necklace. He takes the amulet, presses it into Ydhedhor’s palm, and closes his own hands around them both. “Hold this,” he says. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

PART 2

#falmer #snow elf #the snow prince #the elder scrolls #skyrim #fanfiction #my ocs

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askfairyromano · 2 years

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// Lore Post: Religion, Royalty and Blessings

Because I have been mentioning blessings a lot and I was tipsy enough last night to think about this

Religion

As I've already mentioned, Fairies serve the God Faunus, who in turn protects them

Faunus/ Pan is loosely based on their real life mythology counter part

This is why Roma uses Faunus in place of God in his swears

The religion as a whole isn't anything too strict tbh

Main things are:

Every life is holy (oder in besser: Jedes Lebens Würde ist unantastbar 👉🏻👉🏻)

No eating meat

No bastardization of nature's gifts (as in creating things that are considered harmful)

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Faunus btw is a real being. They sometimes swing by the kingdoms and see how things are

The religion also isn't taken as serious as one might expect*

People can decide wether they want to work at the temple

Working at the temple mostly includes cleaning the halls, healing injured people and helping the poor

Also no sex when you work there, rip

Royalty

So now the question is, how does the royalty tie into this

Well let me tell you about the first king and how he came to power

It is said that Faunus one day was in some serious trouble and a fae helped them out

To show their graditute, they granted the fae the ability/ blessing to heal himself and/ or other people around him. This ability will go down his line of direct successors. Futhermore, Faunus declared him a king of fae now and with Faunus words being law, the fairy accepted his new position. Thus, the Vargas bloodline was born

The current Regnant monarch btw decides their direct successor - another gift from Faunus. Generally, they pick the oldest child because they can teach them the most

Just to make extra sure, they declared that siblings of the heir may never marry and have children. The siblings can only become general or saints

This rule was broken once and ended in a bloodbath. The Coltello family still feels the remnants of the consequences

Blessings

Now onto the actual juicy part - the blessings themself

As we know all fae have the ability to heal to some extend - only royals can go all the way and bring a near death person back to life - under certain requirements

Now onto the types of blessings:

A weak blessing - majorly used by non-royals and is for royals with the requirement of clothes-on-clothes touching for royals: heals only small scrapes and scratches - nothing fancy. Children may use it to heal tears and nicks in their wings

A gentle blessing - minority of non-royals and with the requirement of skin-on-clothes touching for royals: heals bigger scratches and minor fleshwounds and the common cold

A normal blessing - only for full-focused non-royals and with the requirement of skin-on-skin touching for the royals: heals stronger flesh wounds and sicknesses. Also gives the reciever a dormant healing soell for a few days.

A strong blessing - only for royals and given via a kiss - the strenght is dependent on the type of kiss and where it has been placed: can be used to heal the terminally ill and majirly wounded people - but only if they aren't on the verge of death yet. Also gives the reciever a dormant healing spell for up to ten years (again based of the type and place of the kiss)

A full blessing - has yet to be explored but is the strongest blessing a royal can give another

A self blessing - comes with varying strenght and can be activated via will. Does not give a dormant healing spell.

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Another type of blessing is the ability to grow plants, but honestly - only the Regnant and heirs tend to have a strong ability in that. Which also hard to control. Hence why Roma sometimes bloomes roses or petals

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Overuse of these blessings causes exhaustion or even death

After a certain amount things can't be healed

Trying to heal dead things is impossible and very taxing on the fae

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* this whole thing is based off of on my experience with religion- which is zero to none. I dunno what to tell you, the majority of eastern germans just don't have a religion :/

#lore

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gatekeeperwatchman · 1 year

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Daily Devotionals for January 12, 2023

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for the Day Devotional Scripture: Proverbs 2:9(KJV): 9 Then shalt thou understand righteousness, and judgment, and equity; yea, every good path.

Thought for the Day

To understand verse 9, we must look back to Proverbs 2:1: "My son, if thou wilt receives my words, and hide my commandments with thee…" Today's verse rests upon this condition. If we receive and treasure God's words, then we can understand righteousness, judgment, and equity and know the right path in which to walk. Let us consider the words righteousness, judgment, and equity: The Biblical definition of righteousness is "to be in right standing with God." There is only one way for us to be in the right standing with God - we must accept Jesus as our Savior, repent of our sins and receive God's pardon for them through what Jesus did on the cross. The moment we yield our lives to Christ, we become righteous, and we come into right standing with God. In God's sight, we are as pure as His own Son, Jesus. This is a gift of God and has nothing to do with what we have or have not done. The only requirement to maintain this righteousness is staying in the right relationship with Christ by faith. We are not saved by works, but by grace. Good works are the fruit of salvation but do not attain eternal life for us.

"But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that, having been justified by his grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life." (Titus 3:4-7, NIV).

Judgment, simply put, is a legal decree or sentence given by a judge. One day, God will judge every man by his deeds. Herein lies the most wonderful truth of Christianity. Anyone who accepts Jesus as Savior is judged to be righteous and will not be sentenced to hell, because the penalty for his sin was paid by Jesus. If we belong to God, we can boldly approach the Father through Jesus and ask for the things we need. We are accepted as righteous and our prayers are heard because of Him (Hebrews 4:16).

To practice equity means to be "fair, straight, or right." When we trust God and obey His commandments, we will reap good from what we sow. However, because it is evil in the world, we will endure injustices. Although we may not always be treated fairly in this life, we can be sure that God will see that we receive fair and just rewards in the world to come. Prayer for the Day Dearest Father, thank you for sending Jesus to die for our sins. We all were sinners and not worthy. Thank you as we confess, You are faithful to forgive and to consider us righteous in Your eyes. Since You have forgiven us, help us to forgive those who wrong us, as You taught us to do. We ask You to forgive our national sins of racism, greed, abortion, pornography, idolatry, and others. Be merciful to us. We deserve judgment, but we ask that You send revival so that we might turn from our wickedness and our land be spared. Help us to do our part to bring change. Although my life may only represent one drop of rain, many others are raindrops too. Add each Christian's life and their godly influence to this sound of rain, until Your love and Your Word covers our dry and thirsty earth. In Your precious name, I pray. Amen.

From: Steven P. Miller

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childofchrist1983 · 7 months

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Put them in mind to be subject to principalities and powers, to obey magistrates, to be ready to every good work, To speak evil of no man, to be no brawlers, but gentle, shewing all meekness unto all men. - Titus 3:1-2 KJV

After giving Titus a list of qualities for the leaders of this new community, and telling them that the older generation needs to be good examples to the next generation, he lists the virtues that they need and the fact that forgiveness is possible in spite of previous sins. This forgiveness is not because of their goodness but because of the goodness of God. Their sinfulness washed away in Baptism and their receiving the gift of the Holy Spirit are only because of the grace and mercy of God who sent His Son to save us. Now we are heirs to the Kingdom. However, this points out clearly that now that we have been justified through faith, our behavior needs to be in line with our faith.

With so much controversy in today's world, and all the information that comes out talking about unspeakable actions of evil, it is hard to speak well of some people. In the past few years, so much has come out about abuse of women, abuse of power, domestic abuse; that it becomes more and more difficult to believe in the goodness of people. Yet, that is what we are called to do: believe in the goodness of people. This is necessary if we want others to believe in our goodness. We know that given the right – or wrong – circumstances, anyone can fall into sin. We are not perfect and we have no right to judge others. We want forgiveness, and we have no right to think that others don't deserve forgiveness. For me, then, the challenge is to examine my own behavior and let God take care of the rest. May He help us to keep God's Word and Commandments and keep our minds and hearts on Him and not be concerned with the behavior of others. In good times and bad, we must trust Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ and we must remain humble and faithful as we continue forward on our journey with Him. May Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ strengthen us, forgive us for our sins and set out feet back on the right path as we grow spiritually everyday.

We come to Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ with sincere hearts to ask forgiveness and follow Him and His Holy Word and Spirit always. May Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ open our minds and hearts more and more to perceive and embrace Him and His truths. May He help us to find time to pray and read and study the Holy Bible daily and to find power in prayer, praying according to His Holy Word and will. May He help us to come to Him in true repentance and with faith in Him and His grace and merciful nature. We must never cease in worship. We praise Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for the mercy He bestows upon us and we are grateful for His grace and mercy and infinite blessings. May He forgive those times when we complain that His way is too hard, and may He give us the grace, courage and strength we need to walk with Him and do His will daily. May He teach us to watch our words when we pray to Him and to speak reverently and rightly. And may He teach us also to speak only kindness and truth with our neighbors that we may be men and women of our word. We must always respect God and His power and remain hopeful in His plans for our lives. May we continually ask God to transform our hearts and make us faithful and humble as we walk with Him daily. By surrendering our hearts and our lives to His will, we see all the blessings He has bestowed upon us. God our refuge and our salvation and our constant provider. We lift our voices to Him in praise for His steadfast love, mercy and understanding. Let us seek Him and a better understanding of His Holy Word daily, not for the sake of entertainment or mere accumulation of knowledge, but that we may love and serve Him more and more with each day that passes. We must come to Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ with honest, humble and repentant hearts. We must seek Him and His will and choose to follow Him all the days of our lives. May He help transform our hearts, help us to seek and live for Him above all else and to grow spiritually and build our faith and relationship with Him with each passing day. May He forgive our sinful nature and help us always make Him and our relationship with Him top priority.

As true and born-again Christians, we choose to walk in His righteous path and lead a life that is pleasing to Him. We desire Him and His will above anything else. We desire to walk in accordance with the love and light He has shown to us through His Holy Word and Spirit. We long for a deeper relationship with Him and a deeper fellowship with our brothers and sisters in Christ as well. When we fall into temptation and sin, we must turn to Him for forgiveness, strength and guidance. When believers learn to walk in accordance with God's Holy Word and Spirit, they have deeper fellowship with both God and one another. And the sin that could threaten to destroy that fellowship, if confessed (1 John 1:9), is covered in the blood of Jesus Christ and no longer a barrier between us and God. May we ask Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ to forgive us for any sins we have sinned this day or in days past. May we be faithful to Him and His Holy Word always. May He help us to walk more consistently in the light and to not neglect long to confess and forsake any sins that hinder our walk with Him. May He lead us in the direction He wants us to go so that we may seek and serve Him faithfully. God is holy and almighty and deserving of all praise honor and glory. We rejoice in Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ, knowing He is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8). He is the Alpha and the Omega (Revelation 1:8). May our hearts always be filled with thanksgiving and rejoicing. May He help us to praise Him freely and honestly like all believers who came before us. May we live a life that showcases our love and trust in Him and His Holy Word and Spirit as He uses us draw others to Him and His soul-saving Gospel Truth daily. May He continue guide, correct and protect us, so that we continue to grow in Him and not weaken and stray. May we all remain faithful to Him and to this duty and purpose He has called us to. Seek and put your faith and trust in Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ and let Him do the rest. May He humble our hearts and help us focus on following and serving Him daily and helping others with joy and happiness. We lift our voices in praise to Him for His love, mercy, peace, faithfulness and grace - For EVERYTHING!

It is vital that we remain rooted in Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ through prayer and His Holy Word and Spirit and that we live and walk as a beacon of His light and love and share and spread the Gospel Truth daily, so that the lost souls in this world can come to know Him and be saved. The more we focus on Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ, growing spiritually by building our relationship with Him, leaning on Him and His Holy Word and Spirit, the better off we will be. Thanks to this and our faith in Him, we know that everything will be alright. And we will forever be grateful to Him. As true and born-again Christians, we believe in Him and His Holy Word and we strive daily to walk in His Holy Spirit. We know though our mortal bodies should die, He will raise us up and into new and glorious bodies (The Rapture). We who are truly His and alive at His second coming will never die, and our bodies will be changed in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, and so shall we ever be with Him in His Kingdom of Heaven forevermore (1 Corinthians 15:51-52, 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17). This is one of many promises given to us by God Himself. Thank God for His strength and guidance when we are faced with sin and temptation. Thank Him for His mercy and grace. Through Bible study and prayer, God reveals His wisdom and guides us to see opportunities to grow closer to Him and grow spiritually. He gives us direction to live our lives daily according to His will.

Jesus Christ is the ONLY way to Heaven (John 3:5, 14:6), the ONLY way to salvation (Acts 4:12, Ephesians 2:8-9) and He is the resurrection and the life (John 11:25-26). Jesus Christ the LORD of lords, the KING of kings, the GOD of gods (Deuteronomy 10:17, 1 Timothy 6:15, Revelation 17:14, Revelation 19:16) - He is the Living, Almighty and Everlasting God (Isaiah 9:6, Revelation 1:8, John 3:16, John 3:36, Jeremiah 10:10). There is no other God besides Him (Isaiah 45:5). We MUST humble ourselves before Him, turning our backs on false teachers, false gods and idols and our sinful ways. We MUST repent and turn back to God and recognize who He is and love Him in return for His great love for us. We MUST make God top priority everyday! May we be motivated to spread God's Holy Word and Gospel Truth to all the Earth, knowing that it is the only hope of all those lost in their sins. Let us not hold out a false hope for men to be saved without the Gospel, but instead, strive to do our part to get the Gospel out to a lost and dying world.

Leaning on Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ through prayer and His Holy Word and Spirit strengthens us and our knowledge and wisdom about God and His Gospel Truth, exposing these imposters. May God help us to seek and lean on Him daily to gain the strength, wisdom and spiritual discernment needed to expose Satan and his imposters who seek to destroy us and God's ultimate Truth. Everyday, we must remember to share Jesus Christ's Gospel Truth with the world and to thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for the grace that He poured out for us on the cross at Calvary. He has freed us from the burdens of sin and from the eternal damnation of Hell. In all we say and do, may all praise, honor and glory always be given to Him and His Kingdom of Heaven.

With renewed minds, hearts and wills, let us serve Him humbly and faithfully out of pure love and grateful rejoicing. May He remind us of His presence and to remain at peace, fully knowing that all will be well because He is always with us. Let us seek Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ today and everyday with all our heart and being, looking for His love, light and will for our lives with each step we take. Let us seek to please Him with our thoughts, words, and deeds and seek to advance His Kingdom of Heaven and His glory with our lives. Let us seek Him from a pure and humble heart, and when we so seek, we believe Him and His promise that we will find. May He help us all to be more sensitive to the teaching ministry of His Holy Word and Spirit, relying on Him and allowing Him to speak to us and guide us every step of our Christian journey.

God gave us the Holy Bible - His living and Holy Word - to let us know of Him and His abiding love and care as well as guide and prepare us for all our lives. May He help us encourage one another as we continue our walk with Him and our duty to Him daily. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for being present for all our new beginnings and all our lives. May He redirect any anxiety we feel as He provides countless opportunities for growth and change. May we humble ourselves before God always, asking Him to forgive our sins and make our hearts and lives anew through His Holy Word and Spirit. May He help us make Him and His Holy Word top priority, so we can grow spiritually and grow in our relationship with Him as we apply it to our daily lives. Thank God that we can focus on Him and everything about Him, for that is what keeps us sane and at peace. May our words and actions always be a reflection of Him and His Holy Word and Spirit and will.

May He help us to always walk in His grace and Holy Spirit, not by our own measure. May He give us the humble humility to know that our freedom and eternal salvation is found only in Him, so that His grace may sustain us, and we may never lose sight of His love and light and mercy. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for calling us to Him and to serve Him. May He equip us to do all that He has called us to do so that as He works through us, He may use us to produce fruit, to reach others, and to encourage all brothers and sisters in Christ. May He work all of these things in us and through us for His Kingdom and His glory. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all His creation, for His miraculous ways and for everything He does and has done for us! Keep the faith and keep moving forward in your walk with Jesus! He loves us and He knows what is best for us. Seek, follow and trust in Him - Always!

Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Word and for sending His Holy Spirit so that we might have His grace, not only to awaken us and transform our hearts in our spiritual rebirth and guarantee our eternity with Him, but to also call upon Him whenever we are in need. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all the reminders of His love and mercy and faithfulness within His Holy Word. He is bigger than any challenge or circumstance in our lives. Knowing this within our minds and our hearts, nothing can deter our faith in Him and His Truth. May we all accept Him and His eternal gift of salvation and ask that He would transform our hearts and lives according to His will and ways. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Spirit who saves, seals and leads us. May we always thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His almighty power and saving grace. For He is our strength, and He alone is able to save us, forgive our sins and gift us eternal salvation and entry into His Kingdom of Heaven.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world daily. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Holy Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful LORD, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

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unfoldingmoments · 1 year

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5 things to do before 2023

@iammatthewmichael

1.Get your faith in great expectation The way you leave the seasons the way you enter a new one Get your expectation Stir up your faith

God is big, He wants to do great and mighty things

2.Write your goals down Habakkuk 2:2 Write the vision in Big Bold letters so one can See it and run with it

Write out your goals because If you don’t see it you’ll be easily forgotten 3.Pray the Ephesians prayers over your goals

that God may granted Wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him He wants to be all up in your details

Trust me if there’s anyone wants to open all up in the Business, it’s Him

4.Asses and be intentional about the relationship that you want to be surrounded by Bad company ruins good morals , so who you spend your life around the most, that’s what you will become

5.Take time to just thank God You may not know what the future has to holds, but you know if God is involved, He is going to exceed your expectations.

Habakkuk 2:2 NIV

2 Then the Lord replied:

“Write down the revelation and make it plain on tablets so that a herald[a] may run with it.

Habakkuk 2:2 ESV

The Righteous Shall Live by His Faith

2 And the Lord answered me:

“Write the vision; make it plain on tablets, so he may run who reads it.

Ephesians 3 NIV

God’s Marvelous Plan for the Gentiles

3 For this reason I, Paul, the prisoner of Christ Jesus for the sake of you Gentiles—

2 Surely you have heard about the administration of God’s grace that was given to me for you, 3 that is, the mystery made known to me by revelation, as I have already written briefly. 4 In reading this, then, you will be able to understand my insight into the mystery of Christ, 5 which was not made known to people in other generations as it has now been revealed by the Spirit to God’s holy apostles and prophets. 6 This mystery is that through the gospel the Gentiles are heirs together with Israel, members together of one body, and sharers together in the promise in Christ Jesus.

7 I became a servant of this gospel by the gift of God’s grace given me through the working of his power. 8 Although I am less than the least of all the Lord’s people, this grace was given me: to preach to the Gentiles the boundless riches of Christ, 9 and to make plain to everyone the administration of this mystery, which for ages past was kept hidden in God, who created all things. 10 His intent was that now, through the church, the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms, 11 according to his eternal purpose that he accomplished in Christ Jesus our Lord. 12 In him and through faith in him we may approach God with freedom and confidence. 13 I ask you, therefore, not to be discouraged because of my sufferings for you, which are your glory.

A Prayer for the Ephesians

14 For this reason I kneel before the Father, 15 from whom every family[a] in heaven and on earth derives its name. 16 I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, 17 so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19 and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

20 Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, 21 to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

#matthewmichael #prayer #newyear #faith #goal #resolution

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jkeuphoriadreamland · 3 years

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The Dark Prince pt.1 | JJK

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Prince!Jungkook X Caretaker! freader

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: Yandere, Royalty!au, Curse!au, Smut, Angst, 4k

𝔖𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: His family name cursed, Jungkook is doomed to live his life in the furthest tower of the castle, alone and abandoned. You are charged with serving his highness with any need he may have, no matter the demand.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 18 +M smut, mentions of curses and witches, mentions of hexes, mentions of death (side character), mentions of corruption, angst, pillow humping, rutting, orgasm, mentions of cum and touching cum, anger, obsession, misunderstandings, abandonment, future smut.

pt.1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - pt. 5 - pt. 6 - pt. 7 - Final

The curse:

The rain poured heavily, the night sky blinding the man who attempted to lead the carriage through the dark forest. His passenger, a prince of the Jeon family, woke him in the middle of the night stating an emergency and that he had to leave at once. As the driver raced through the night, he abruptly pulled on the reins, barely missing a woman in the middle of the road who stood almost invisible in the darkness.

“Why have we stopped”, yelled the prince from within the protection of his carriage.

“T-there’s a woman your highness.”

The prince felt his heart grow cold and the shivers flowing throughout his body could not be blamed on the cold of the night. It could only be one woman, and he realized in that moment he had run long enough. Stepping out of his carriage cautiously, he squinted his eyes willing them to focus in the dark, preparing to meet his fate.

The woman turned around, her eyes brilliantly reflecting the moonlight as she pulled back

the veil from her face. She was beguiling and when the driver saw her, he immediately came down from his seat to kneel in her presence. Eyes glazed over, he indulged in the hexed caresses she gifted him before he took his last breath. Walking over his body on the dirt floor, the witch inched her way toward her target. Prince Jeon knew this day would come, his time had run out. Stepping back, he prepared for whatever fate this woman would bring, that is, until she kissed him.

“Just as you have broken my heart, I will break yours. You knew I loved you, yet you married another. I curse your descendants from now until eternity. You future sons will bear my curse and will never know love. You wanted another woman...so now...you’re lineage will suffer.”

One last kiss, she released a vapor from her mouth, waiting as it filled the royal’s entire being. Smirking, she stepped back and disappeared into the very darkness from where she came, leaving the young Jeon to faint on the rocky soil.

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Several generations later:

“The queen has given birth, your majesty, and…”

The king glared at the lady-in-waiting wondering what her hesitation was all about. He had been waiting long enough, wondering if he would have the son he’d always dreamed of, the one to rule over the kingdom someday, but a piercing scream stole his attention.

“What is happening? I thought the queen already gave birth?”

The lady, fearful for her life and her position with the queen, fell to her knees, planting her face against the hard cemented ground.

“Your highness….the child...the child…”

Losing patience, the king spat out venomously, “SPEAK!”

Trembling uncontrollably, the girl spoke the words she knew the king would fear...the one thing he had prayed against for years, even calling in healers and witches to prevent.

“H-he’s cursed.”

The king’s countenance fell, the news shocking him into silence. He had gotten all the promises, the assurance that the curse would certainly pass over his own child, but it seems all of them had lied. He wouldn’t be so good-fortuned to have a curse skip his heir to the throne. Every generation before him suffered the same fate, but luckily they had other male successors. He, however, was not so lucky. At a young age, an accident declared him unable to have children, but by some miracle he had been able to get his wife with child. At his advanced age, he knew this was his last chance.

Walking around the crouched form on the floor, he walked into the queen’s room only to see several of the women-in waiting dead on the floor, the midwife blinded by a cloth around her eyes. She heard a sound to her left and immediately pulled the baby tighter, hiding his vision from whomever had entered the room.

“This baby is cursed, turn back now!”

The king noticed his wife was passed out on the bed and the little bundle of joy now being hidden looked like any other innocent newborn, but the bodies on the floor told another story.

“Silence! Let me have my son.”

The midwife panicked feeling embarrassed for having spoken to the king with such a tone, but she couldn’t be sure. She didn’t want anymore deaths. “Your highness.”

She extends the baby out waiting for the king to grab him. The king, unsure of what he’ll see, walks cautiously toward the newborn, wondering if his life would be spared as all the Jeon’s before were. When he gets close enough to see, the baby turns to look at him with eyes as red as the coals of a fiery furnace. It was enthralling. Beautiful was an understatement, the child, though cursed, was a true inheritor of royalty. Grabbing the baby and holding him up to his chest, he could see now how the curse worked; charm and beauty. Any that looked upon his son would face their death. Any who were drawn in by the corruption in his eyes.

Releasing a breath, the king smiled at the baby wondering if he truly was cursed. Something so beautiful and pure surely could not have done such evil things. When he turns to check him in the light, the baby manages to glance at the midwife who in her ignorance removed her blindfold to tend to the queen. In an instant she drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes. In horror, the king covers the baby’s face before walking over to his queen who has now regained consciousness.

“We cannot let this happen. No one must know.”

The queen in her weakened state nodded oblivious to the chaos around her. She had an idea about the screams, but was not awake to see all the bodies lying around her bed. Handing the queen the baby, the king kisses her forehead before walking out of the room in search of a solution. If these healers weren’t able to stop his child from being born cursed, perhaps they could remove it now that he was born. There had to be a solution and he wasn’t going to give up.

He had no other sons to take over for him someday, and he'd be damned if his only existing heir would be stripped of his title. Shaking his fist in the air, he vowed to never stop seeking an end to the curse, hating that it all began with the one Jeon royal who had betrayed a witch all those centuries ago.

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“You cannot threaten your nanny dear boy. Who will feed you then?” The young prince’s nanny teased as she slid his food through the slot on the solid metal door that protected all who entered the tower. She was lucky enough not to be killed, having been some sort of miracle angel that Jungkook took a liking to early on. She’d been able to care for him since he was young, being one of three people that were still alive after looking into the eyes of the young prince, but as he got older and smarter, it was impossible to keep him from roaming. Soon the decision of locking him in the southern tower was made, leaving her as his only source of care and companionship.

“Oh come on, old woman, I've spared your life this long, why not let me out of this place?”

“You know good and well why I don’t, besides, it’s been decreed by the king. You wouldn’t want to see me get hung would you?”

Jungkook chuckled at his nanny, the way her wit always matched his own made him smile. There was a reason why he hadn’t taken her life that he had yet to understand, but he was happy that there was at least someone to keep him company. It was true no one was to let him out, as a matter of fact, no one was even allowed to visit him at all. His parents came once a month, but they left all the responsibilities to his caretaker. She would feed him, bring him clean clothes and lines, even read him to sleep, but now that he turned twenty three, he was growing bored.

“I wouldn’t allow it. I am the prince. You’re my favorite person. I’m mature enough to leave, I know I am. I won’t hurt anyone, I promise.”

“Oh young sweet boy. I know that, but your eyes tell another story. You can’t help what you do.”

The old woman turned to grab the now clean royal jacket she meticulously prepared for him. She did this with all his things, loving the boy like her own, even if he was cursed with a power beyond her imagination. She didn’t believe he could pose such a danger when she first met him, having been the thirtieth person in line to fill this position. She had heard of all the previous women jumping off the castle tower and even killing themselves in front of the boy’s eyes. He’d been painted a monster, an evil killer, but his curse he could not help. For some reason, when it was her turn to meet him , the young child loved her right away. The King and Queen immediately hired her, forcing her to commit to the care of their son on the threat of death to her and her family. They were desperate, she came to realize that later, and she couldn’t blame them.

“I am not a killer. I’m just me. Why can’t people see that? Am I to be locked in here for the rest of my life!?”

“Hush now, young one. Your parents are still seeking a remedy. I know they will find one soon.”

“At what price? I’m mad….mad with loneliness and starved for touch. This is no way to live.”

“I know, sweet boy. I know.”

Leaving his highness in order to tend to her own life, the caretaker closed the door to the tower leaving Jungkook to stew in his thoughts once again. Although he had everything he could ever need in his tower, the room lavishly appropriate for his royal status, he felt abandoned and alone. His parents always promised a solution, but he was an adult now, and his patience was growing thinner.

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The next morning Jungkook awoke to an empty room once again, his fireplace having gone out some time during the night causing a chill to run up his spine. It was enough to make him bury his head under the thick wool blankets his sweet caretaker had requested especially for him. She’d be there any minute to make sure he had enough firewood and a full belly to keep him warm. He could see the flurries falling outside his window, the wooden shutters doing nothing to keep the cold out.

Lithely he stretched his body, suddenly aware of the arousal beneath his silk pajamas. Too many mornings he’d woken up just like this with no way to quell his desires. Of course just like any man, he’d wrap a hand around himself and spill his seed on his pillow, something his sweet old keeper never brought up when the laundry had to be done. And he never regretted it, not once, knowing that his semen was probably also cursed as well.

It wasn’t enough that he had to live his life locked away, but his own eyes always reminded him daily of the evil lurking within him, stealing his peace. He never meant to hurt people, it just happened, and he hated it.. All of the Jeon’s that carried this damnation would end up marrying and becoming even more evil. Some speculated that love made them mad, their evil corrupting everything in its path, but this time it was different. This time, he was the only heir, and the kingdom below his tower needed a leader, thus the obsession his parents had with finding a solution. However, in all this time, a cure has never been found.

He wondered often if they even loved him. How could parents just place their child inside of a tower for over a decade and not bat an eyelash? He could excuse them but for the fact that they hardly came to see him. Maybe they were busy, he mused. Why else would they not come?

A sudden knock to his door brings him out of his reverie, his thoughts already too overbearing. He stands to slide his feet into the fluffiest wool slippers made by the one and only person who’s ever shown him love. ‘To keep your royal feet warm’, she had told him. Smiling he walks over ready to greet her and accept her delicious food.

“It’s about time old woman, I could have starved waiting.”

The response he received was not expected. A male with a deep voice cleared his throat before speaking. “Your highness, I bring grave news. Your caretaker has passed away. The majesties are currently seeking someone new. Please await further information. Here’s a meal sent by her majesty.”

A bowl of oatmeal slid through the small window, the opening that he would share with the only person in the world that loved him. He knew she did….and now... she was gone? He stared at the steam rising from the bowl, his mind completely numb and spaced out. Had he heard correctly? Before he could ask, the sound of the tower's doors closing made it clear the knight had run out just as quickly as he was sent in. They probably chose him due to his position as an elite soldier for the king, as if a mere suit of armor were enough to protect him from Jungkook’s power.

“Death…” Jungkook repeated to himself, his lips barely moving, the word like acid on his tongue. She couldn’t be dead...not her. He never hurt her, would never hurt her. It took him a moment to understand what was happening and to register the fact that he was going to be alone-- again.

Time passed by, hours without a word about his caretaker and the reason for her death. He wasn’t sure about the lengths his power could go, but he was sure he hadn’t done anything to kill her. As if on cue, moments before he lost his composure, the doors to the tower open. The creaking louder than he remembered, causing him to spring up from the hunched position he’d been in for hours.

Running to the door of his room, he presses his ear against it eager to hear some kind of life on the other side that would inform him of the events that have transpired.

“Son?”

The voice coming from the other side was one he hadn’t heard in a month and Jungkook hated that it took death for his father to come and see him again. Walking backwards until his legs hit the edge of his bed frame, he falls back onto the mattress, his body bouncing off the springs.

“What?” Jungkook replies, his tone a bit more annoyed than he meant it. He was partially annoyed with his non-existent parents, added with the death of someone he’s come to love as his own family.

“I’m sorry. I know you loved, _____. The doctors said she didn’t suffer, having passed away in her sleep. I hope this brings you comfort.”

Gripping the sheets in anger, his bottom lip on the verge of bleeding from the way his top teeth pressed into his skin, he held his tongue at the words he wanted to say-- angry at the way his father could speak her name so easily. She was the only person Jungkook loved and now she was gone.

“How?”, was the only word Jungkook spoke. He was worried it was his fault, that he had made this happen and that he'd ruined the only good thing he had in life. His mind scrambled with endless scenarios of what might happen to him without someone to keep him grounded. What if he was left alone from now on? What if he were left to rot for the rest of his life--alone?

“The doctors aren’t sure, but they believe it to have been natural causes. It wasn’t you if that’s what you think.”

“I didn’t say that!”

Not wanting to argue with his obviously distraught son, the king simply walked to the exit, preparing his last words carefully. “Tomorrow there will be a new caretaker. It is the daughter of your beloved elder.”

Jungkook stopped breathing, his heartbeat so loud in his ears he thought for sure he misheard. “Daughter?”

How could they just send someone new without knowing whether or not he’d end their life? And even though that was the biggest concern, the fact that his old caregiver had a daughter was news to him. Why had she never told him? Did she not trust him? It seemed to Jungkook that the fact she had a child was relevant information to share. After all, she had known all about him.

For a moment he worried, but then something else overtook him. Had everyone lied to him? Was he just some monster that no one trusted? If she kept that information, what else had she kept? The entire day he seethed, never once getting up and out of his bed, his heart troubled and mind overcome. Late into the night, sleep finally came, but not before he made himself a promise. Everyone that came into his life from now on would pay...pay for the sins of their ancestors before them.

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It was the next morning when Jungkook’s eyes opened suddenly, his heart leaping into his throat at the sound of dishes being moved around. Had he dreamt all of it? Running to the small window where he received his food, he slid open the limited gap that prevented him from affecting anyone on the other side. Calling out her name in hopes that it really had been a nightmare, he gets no response. What he does see are a pair of smaller, younger looking hands sliding a bowl through filled with his favorite porridge. It smelled exactly like the one she used to make him and for a moment he watched confused.

The sliding door was at the height of his knees so he couldn’t meet the eyes of the other person, but from what he could see….this was not his old maid. He waits as your hands pull back and unable to keep silent any longer, he calls out, his voice brittle and broken. “Wait! P-Please...who are you?”

There is no answer, but of course he wasn’t expecting there to be. Who would speak to a demon like him? The little window closes leaving his bowl mid way to his side of the slot. Placing his hands over the rounded bottom of the ceramic bowl, he pulls it in and inhales sharply, his stomach growling at the memory of the delicious food before him. He begins to eat, all too consumed with the meal before him to even wonder about the person on the other side, and you were there still, he knew it. The caregiver assigned to him was always to stay the entire day from dawn to dusk, that was the rule.

As his day went on, he heard the rustling sounds on the other side, your actions mimicking those of the older caregiver making him wonder if he was suffering some horrible joke. You behaved just like your mother and it was starting to mess with his mental stability. Just as before, his meals came on time, the quality made for a royal prince, and just as delicious if not more than his ex-caregiver. He wondered how long it would be before you ran away in fear of the prince known in all the kingdom as a cursed evil being.

He was surprised your mother hadn’t told you that he was cursed. Why else would you be here? Surely not of your own accord? Then again, he shouldn’t be that surprised when he himself had never been told of the stranger in his tower by her either.

His belly full and his curiosity spiked, he dared attempt conversation once again, only needing to be acknowledged once. “I’m thirsty.”, he lied. He had no need of any beverage, as prince he had everything he needed. Before your mother had died, she made sure to stock him up with everything he wanted, always spoiling him beyond what was acceptable. Shaking off the sudden reminiscence, he waited for you to respond.

The only return he got was a glass of clean water being pushed through in a rush. Before you could pull back, he managed to grab your hand, keeping you from leaving. A small gasp escaped you and Jungkook’s body broke out in goosebumps. Your voice sounded fragile, soft, and sweet...a sound he doesn’t remember ever hearing before. Unsure if he would hurt you, he panics and lets your hand go, a bit embarrassed by how quickly you pulled away and shut the door on your side of the hole. He could still hear you breathing however, your chest probably heaving faster than your corset allowed for the intake of oxygen to enter your lungs.

His hand burned, yet there was nothing visible on his skin. What was this? The rest of the day went by quickly, your new attempts at getting him his supplies more and more creative as you made sure never to leave yourself open to being touched again. He was amused by your stubbornness and determination to not encounter him once more. He knew people didn’t want to know him, but seeing it in action was something altogether entertaining. He doesn’t know why he thought to even touch you. What did he expect to accomplish? Pity? Conversation? A friend?

Before he knew it, you were gone, and he was left in his thoughts. You obviously knew about him, why else would you have withdrawn your hand the way you did? It didn’t matter to him suddenly, the thought of a young woman tending to him now the main distraction. He doesn’t remember what it was like to associate with someone his age. Were you even his age? How old had the caretaker been? Were you younger or older? From the look and feel of your hands….your soft skin…

Lost in thought over you, he pauses realizing he’s aroused. A simple touch, so foreign, yet so exciting, was all it took to keep him from falling asleep. Imagining what you might look like, he decides to do what he knows would help him reach his slumber quicker. Grabbing the pillow by his side, he slides it between his thighs and begins to rut against the silk fabric. His tip was already sensitive, the entire day’s curiosity over the existence of a young female keeping his senses on high alert. As he thrust into it, pressing it against himself eagerly, he became aware that his ex-nanny would no longer be the one cleaning this pillow for him...no….you would be...and the thought thrilled him all the more. Turning so that the pillow was now under him, he pulled his long cotton pajama up over his hips in order to have better access to the soft sensation of the material below him. Rolling his hips slowly, he revels in the motions, quietly whimpering into his closed fist, imagining it to be the hands of the women who now haunted his thoughts.

In no time he was shuddering, extremely embarrassed that he had cum so quickly. He’d played with himself enough times to understand how his body worked, his experience by his own hand helping him to hold back his orgasms in order to increase the pleasure, but the thought of a woman was something altogether too powerful even for him. His heart finally calming down, he turned onto his back and blew out a frustrated breath. If you were going to be his new keeper, he knew he'd have a lot more days of irritation ahead.

Placing the now soiled pillow into the laundry hole that his previous caregiver had installed for her to access the prince’s dirty clothes and bed covers, he smirks at the thought of what you might think when you saw it. You would clean it, it was your responsibility after all. If you were anything like your mother, you’d do your job perfectly and without question.

Getting back on his comfortable mattress, he laid back, a hand over his eyes as he pondered so many questions about the daughter he never knew about. Were you beautiful? As beautiful as your soft skin? Have you been trained to take care of him? Since when? Had you known all about him, yet he knew nothing of you? Eventually sleep overtook him, and that night he dreamed he saw your face…

Pt. 2

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just read your unplanned pregnancy hcs and first of wow second could you maybe write a continuation to them like maybe during the pregnancy or once the baby (or babies they could have twins) are born. Albedo's had me appdiisodhs like i need answers and i need some closure lmao

sorry this has taken so long anon, been a crazy couple of weeks lol. part 2 to this

diluc's is kinda short bc his ended on a happy note (o´∀`o)

before reading: reader is written as afab and goes by they/them pronouns but feel free to change it to whatever you want in your head, pregnancy, babies

diluc

he adjusted the best he could when you decided to keep the baby

neither of you were expecting a child anytime soon but like you said before, maybe it was a sign

and with diluc's status in mondstadt, no one even batted an eye wrong in his direction

in fact, you were showered daily with gifts or food from the townspeople of mondstadt (there was a rumor that some thought you were bearing an heir to the invisible throne of mondstadt)

in the rare occasion someone said something negative about the pregnancy, usually someone drunk at the tavern, diluc was quick to shut them down

After you gave birth to your babies (yes, you had twins), you thought the overwhelming support from the people of Mondstadt would stop. Instead, it only increased.

When you and Diluc entered the city, each holding a baby, you were always crowded right away. Elderly woman would knit your babies clothes and the young teenagers offered babysitting services. It should have been overwhelming but since your pregnancy was unexpected (having twins was even more unexpected) the extra help was greatly appreciated.

Woodworkers built you cribs for free and shop owners happily donated extra stock for your children.

After a long day in Mondstadt, that was supposed to be a quick trip, Diluc collapsed on the couch. He had both babies in his arms, cuddling them to this chest, while you carried multiple bags full of goods.

"People are so generous," You huffed out, putting the bags down and falling back next to Diluc, "Almost too generous."

He laughed tiredly and readjusted himself so you could snuggle into his side. "It's better than them being hateful, right?"

You nodded in agreement, "Much better."

zhongli

he was right about no one crossing him during your pregnancy

when you went for walks around liyue around, people turned their heads and paid no attention to you

to zhongli, that was delightful - no one cared

to you, it was uncomfortable

you had mortal friends in liyue who had gotten pregnant after marriage and they were praised from strangers on the streets and given free food or wisdom from elders

but not you

You were almost to term when Zhongli wanted to take you out to dinner at the Liyue Pavilion. Childe had given him a hefty check as a Christmas gift and Zhongli wanted to spend it on you and your unborn baby.

The restaurant was packed for a weeknight and Zhongli left for a moment to use the restroom. You sat at the table, absentmindedly rubbing your belly and shoveling noodles into your mouth.

"Isn't that the town whore?"

The words made you freeze. You heard the voices behind you and refrained from spinning around and glaring at the young women.

"It is! I heard this is the third time she's gotten knocked up and her boyfriend wouldn't let her kill it this time!"

"Boyfriend? She's not even married? I would be so ashamed to have her as my daughter - her poor family."

You stopped eating then. The women giggled and their voices faltered away. Your hand stopped rubbing your belly and laid there, your other hand clenching your chopsticks.

You didn't even realize you were crying until Zhongli came back to the table and alerted you.

"Oh, um, hormones," You lied, dropping your chopsticks to roughly push away your tears. Your sniffled and looked up, dabbing at the corners of your eyes to try and stop the tears. "I'm really not hungry anymore. I'll meet you outside, okay?"

You struggled to stand up and once you did, you waddled outside of the restaurant. You tried to pull your cardigan over your belly but since you were so far along, there was no way to hide it. It felt like the world was caving in on you. People could be so cruel.

Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around you, pulling you into warmth. You smelled Zhongli's scent and clutched onto his shirt, letting even more tears fall.

"A worker told me what happened after you rushed out," He whispered into your ear, "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" You sniffled.

"I wasn't there to protect you from them."

You looked up at Zhongli and he wiped away your tears. "Can we go on a vacation?"

When you said vacation, you didn't mean a week away to the beach. Honestly, you didn't feel safe in Liyue and you certainly didn't want to raise a baby in a city this strict.

"Of course we can," Zhongli said, immediately knowing what you meant, "Have you even been to Mondstadt?"

albedo

the minute you returned home on that eventful day, albedo began packing your bags

he knew what the knights were capable of and frankly, he didn't fully trust them right now

you were on the road by night and within two weeks (horses and carriages did wonders to help you), you had safely arrived in fontaine

you stayed in the country for your entire pregnancy and when your son turned a year old, the three of you started your journey back to mondstadt

When you stepped inside the gates of Mondstadt, you swore you could hear every hushed whisper rush into your head. Albedo stood firmly by your side, his hand on the small of your back as he urged you to continue walking towards the headquarters.

Your son wiggled in your arms but you didn't put him down. Until you knew exactly what was going to happen with the Knights, you weren't going to let your son out of your sight.

Fortunately, both Kaeya and Jean were doing paperwork in her office when Albedo knocked. He walked in first and they jumped up, extremely concerned with his absence.

You hesitantly walked in after Albedo and your coworkers stared for a moment.

"Wow," Kaeya said, "You did have the baby."

"We did," You confirm.

There's an awkward silence. No one knows what to say since the last encounter with each other ended so horribly. Jean is the one to finally speak up, "I think we owe you two an apology."

Kaeya nods in agreement. "After you two left, we realized we may have been too harsh on you both. We are getting to that age, after all."

Albedo glances at you from behind his shoulder and you smile softly to him. He turns back to Kaeya and Jean, "We'd like our positions back in the Knights of Favonius."

"You never lost them," Kaeya cheekily says. Albedo nods his head again, not wanting to say the wrong thing. You step forward and rub your son's back, getting his attention. You introduce him and Kaeya bends down towards the baby, "Why, hello there."

Your boyfriend cautiously watches from a distance as his friend dotes on his son. Eventually, Jean comes over to meet the child too.

If you thought about the situation hard enough, you still got upset. But seeing Kaeya and Jean love on your son instead of exiling him made you feel a lot better. Of course, you wished it didn't go down the way it did but the past was the past.

And as Albedo reached out to squeeze your free hand, you knew he felt the same way.

#genshin parenting #genshin baby #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin self insert #genshin headcanons #genshin hcs #genshin writing #genshin diluc #diluc #diluc x reader #genshin zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli #genshin albedo #albedo #albedo x reader

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Encanto Sims 4 Challenge

This is the Encanto ten generations sims 4 challenge. It’s designed to be a spellcaster generation challenge, but it’s not difficult to either supplement another occult, or to ignore it entirely if you don’t have the right game pack or just don’t want to use spellcasters. It is mostly there for story anyway. The occult status of your spouse is optional as well, but the important thing is that all your heirs are spellcasters (Except for Mirabel)

While some of the terms may be gendered in the challenge description (Mother, father, Grandmother, sister, ect) your sims can be any gender, it has no relevance to the challenge.

Gen One-Abuela Alma

“In our darkest moments we were given a miracle.” You’ve lost so much in your life, and you're scared of losing more, so you hold on tight to your three children. When you find a way to give your children magical gifts you grab onto it as tightly as you hold everything in life. But when you hold on too tightly everything you love slips through your grasp like sand, and your children start to leave. You pray that you can mend your relationships before it’s too late.

-Start with a married couple

-Have one set of triplets, then have your spouse die off while the children are still babies

-Have a memorial in your house to honor your late spouse.

-Turn each of your children into an occult sim, with at least one being a spellcaster

-Have the ‘Successful Lineage' aspiration

-Have the ‘Perfectionist’ Trait

Gen Two-Julieta

“I healed you with the love I have for my daughter.” You took after your grandmother when it came to your family originated nature, but you have a far more gentle way of raising your children. You love all of them, with all your heart. While a bit chaotic, you wouldn’t have it any other way. At least, not until the youngest slips through your grasp.

-Be a spellcaster

-Marry a clumsy sim

-Complete the Master Chef aspiration

-Master the cooking and either the barking or gourmet cooking skill

-Have a positive relationship with all your children

Gen Three-Pepa

“Great! Now I’m thundering.” People have always found you as ‘emotional’ and ‘irrational’ which simply isn’t the case. You know that you have a bit of a hard time keeping a lid on your emotions, but at least you’re honest! You know everyone else is just as emotional as you, they’re just better at hiding it.

-Be a spellcaster

-Have one of the ‘emotional’ traits (Cheerful, Gloomy, or Hot-headed)

-Purchase all six of the weather traits from seasons

-Get married in a storm (If you wed)

-Have three children

-At some point have a negative relationship with your heir, but mend it when you both are older

Gen Four-Bruno

“My gift wasn’t helping the family, but I love my family.” It’s hard to explain yourself to others, always has been. Despite your best efforts, and your ability to look into the future, people either don’t believe you or hate you. It’s caused you to become isolated and alone. You love your family with all your heart, but fear they don’t love you back. Still, you are loyal to a fault, and refuse to abandon them.

-Be a spellcaster

-Have the Good, Erratic, and Paranoid trait

-Run away from your house and live only with pets (Optional) Every single pet must be named ‘Rat’

-Master one creative skill

-Have only one child and never marry

-Reconnect with your family after the birth of your child

Gen Five-Dolores

“It’s a heavy lift with a gift so humbling.” Your father gave you a name that means tragedy. You’re not sure if he did that on purpose because he saw your future, but you’ve always found it fitting. Especially after you fell in love with your cousin's fiance. Of course you’d never dare make a move and interrupt their happiness, so you’re forced to languish in unhappiness. But then they call it off, giving you the chance to make your move and seize the happiness you’ve always wanted.

-Be a spellcaster

-Have the Family-Oriented trait

-Master the dancing and singing skill

-Fall in love with someone else's fiance

-Marry them after they break up or divorece

-Have five babies

-(Optional) Have a name with either an ‘ironic’ or ‘tragic’ meaning

Gen Six-Isabela

“He told me that my powers would grow like the grapes that thrive on the vines.” You were always the perfect golden child, the princess of the family, positively royal. You weren’t unhappy with that, but there was always so much stress on your shoulders. It was overwhelming at times, and you started to get anxious if things didn’t go perfectly. Still, the appearance of perfection is often more important than the actual thing, and far easier to maintain.

-Be a spellcaster

-Gain at least one level of fame, and a positive reputation

-Become a spellcaster virtuoso

-Master the gardening skill

-Leave a sim at the altar

-Have a negative relationship with all of your non-spellcaster sibling

Gen Seven-Luisa

“Give it to your sister and never wonder if the same pressure would have pulled you under.” The need for perfection that your mother always held was stressful and quite the burden. While she was admired for her charisma and grace you were always admired about your strength, though that strength comes from fear. Fear that you won’t be able to protect your family, and fear that something will hurt everyone you love.

-Be a spellcaster

-Master the Bodybuilder aspiration

-Have the athletic and bro traits

-Earn the ‘responsible’ trait

-Have a part time job as a teen

-Always have a job. Never take a day off (Within reason) until you are an adult

-Have no negative relationships with any of your family numbers

Gen Eight-Camilo

“Isabela, your boyfriend is here!” Hey, you’re a fun guy, cheerful, easygoing, and you love to make people laugh. While not blind to the stress your family is constantly under you do your best to keep it from bringing you down. It doesn’t always work, but you do your best to make people smile.

-Be a spellcaster

-Have the goofball trait

-Master the Friend of the World aspiration

-Master the comedy and mischief skill

-Be best friends with the past heir

Gen Nine-Antonio

“I wish you could have a door.” Something about a carefree parent made your childhood happy and filled with joy. Considered the baby of the family you were spoiled and managed to get away with anything, though you never abused those powers. The worst you ever did were a few pranks here and there, but honestly you’re sweet to a fault sometimes.

-Be a spellcaster

-Be the youngest of all your siblings

-Complete the Friend Of The Animals aspiration

-Have at least one animal related trait

-Run a vet clinic

Gen Ten-Mirabel

“Gift or no gift, I’m just as special as the rest of my family.” There have been nine generations of spellcasters before you, but you were never given the same gift. No one is certain why, but you’re completely powerless. Despite the assurances of your parents, it’s hard not to think of yourself as useless sometimes. Still, despite your lack of powers, you do what you can even if it never seems like enough.

-You can’t be a spellcaster, or become a spellcaster later in life

-Master the knitting and crocheting skill

-Have the Creative trait

-Join the Interior Designer career or the Style Influancer career

-Have a positive relationship with both of your parents and any

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #camilio madrigal #dolores madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #louisa madrigal #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 legacy

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Fall Again (Kaedehara Kazuha)

"On this mountain path, where the red leaves lifeless lie...my heart calls for a companion, echoing the deer's cry..." (based on this)

(ao3 version) gift for @lexsssu and kei. may this humble offering make you future Kazuha havers!

The summer we shared

Fades into a blush of leaves

Bringing with it fall

Your first memories with Kazuha started when you were little. You were but one of the many children brought by the Kaedahara retainers staying within the residence; frolicking about, living the best of your young life while learning of your future duties for the clan. The end of summer brought cooler winds, and the trees in the courtyard were like blushing maidens as their leaves were dyed in sunset colour. A maple leaf had fallen on your hair, and the steady sleight of his hand startled you when he brought it to your eye level with a smile.

"I'm sorry for startling you. It was stuck on your hair."

You weren't even sure if you were allowed to talk so casually to the young master of the house. Though perhaps your younger self back then knew that a boy your age like the young master didn't care for such formalities. He only ever watches from afar as you played with the other children. Sometimes, his gaze lingers at all of you while he was taking his lessons. But when his attendants will ask him worriedly if he wanted to drive you and the other children away(you must have been so noisy to distract him from his lessons), he would plaster on a smile and decline.

"Do you want to play with us?"

You practised saying it in your head many, many times...but they were never said. Not until this moment--this blurry middleground of summer and fall that seemed to dye everything in sunset orange.

"Do you want to play with me?"

It was his turn to look startled. The way his face flushed as he clumsily tried to hide the bashful look he had with the maple leaf had been futile.

"Can I?"

You nodded and took his hand.

"Don't worry, master Kazuha. I'll share the blame with you if they ever find out."

Thinking back, that must be the start of it all. Like maple leaves falling on the ground, letting him in your heart had been your downfall.

In the many days of sunset orange, when the adults were too busy to even bother, laughter from a certain pair would fill the courtyard. It was warm enough to quell the cold that accumulated as the orange faded into powder white; it had also brought an end to those precious memories you didn't know you were already making with him.

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Cold and pristine white

Yet seeing you amongst them

Warms my freezing heart

He didn't do anything special. You understood that it was just him being him. His kindhearted parents raised him well to become the future heir, and you were merely basking in the fruits of their gentle guidance--an ordinary bystander. Even so, with every call of your name, with every smile given your way, with every look and every word, the feelings that scattered one autumn day only deepened, much like how the snow was doing right now to your feet.

You knew that they knew. You awaited the punishments to come your way, but they never did. The pang in your heart twisted and twisted; it wondered if your delusions were getting to you. What if you continued holding on? What if you got even closer with each other? Wouldn't it be more painful if this unlikely friendship would continue?

Or so you thought. You didn't have the heart to push him away--this lonely looking boy who never shared your luxuries of carefree childhood. Yet you knew you could never share these worries with him. What were you to him but some child his age? What could you know? No one seemed opposed to it, so why couldn't he enjoy his childhood, even for a little bit?

Your drifting thoughts matched the steady pacing of your feet. And it wasn't until the cold snow had reached your knees did you start to feel it through your clothes.

Where...were you? The firewood on your shoulders felt heavier every step, and the cold of winter was beckoning you to close your eyes; to rest under the pine trees a few steps away from you....just for a while--

"...!"

The call of your name coming from his lips felt like they were melting the snow on your feet. And as he brought you into his arms, the restlessness also melted away.

"Let's go back."

"Young Master Kazuha..."

You heard your name being called again--this time by your worried father who had just known that you strayed from the group of children gathering firewood in the forest. He brought the two of you in embrace, his broad and strong arms feeling unbelievably smaller than usual.

Even as the two of you were being scolded, it didn't feel so bad. His next words echoed your unsaid sentiments.

"We share the blame, after all."

He whispered the familiar words to you on secret, bringing warmth to the winter of your thoughts.

You didn't know what changed that winter. He now stood with you as you and the other children gathered around and played in the snow, laughing along. Gone were the longing gazes he sent your way, as he was finally there. The apprehension the other children had at first disappeared instantly at the brightness of his laughter.

From then on, you wished to stay by his side....

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Your gaze of knowing

Melts away the cold of snow

Spring begins anew

...yet even with the strength of your resolve, you knew those fun winter days will come to an end. One winter passed. Two. Three, until you lost count--you have grown old enough for such days to be regarded as your long past childhood. Along with it came the responsibilities you had as a retainer's child. It wasn't like you were going away. You planned to uphold your promise to stay by his side until the day you die. Boundaries were only meant to be made. The lines you weren't meant to cross grew even more obvious as seasons passed, and you only intended to follow along its path.

Young master Kazuha was old enough to take in a wife. He could only delay such duties for so long.

"But I don't want to get married." He told you, admiring the pink mop of cherry blossoms giving you shade overhead.

"Young master, it isn't a matter of choice." you scolded.

He wouldn't say anything back but a sigh. This caused you to sigh in return.

"Even servants have a duty of marriage to sustain future generations, young master."

"Even you?"

The rustling of cherry blossoms awoken you from your trance. You pretended not to know the implications of his questions. The pounding of your heart shouldn't ever be known, not even to the whispers of spring breeze scattering pink petals that looked eerily similar the the ones scattering in your heart.

"Yes, even I."

Ignorance is the kindest gesture you can return to him--for knowing what he meant will only lead to a thorny path.

Spring was the season of beginnings, but even you know such beginnings were only possible if something were to end.

"Young master Kazuha?"

He looked at you with the same gaze you pretended you were numb from.

"Let's not see each other anymore."

...it was a beautiful spring day, but you couldn't help but long for the harsh winters of your gentler past.

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Standing tall and proud

You, with gleaming golden crowns

Waiting for the sun

Eternity.

In the land of fleeting beauty, only she remains constant. She was the pinnacle of Inazuma's legacy, as well as its stronghold. With the Raiden Shogun's rule, Inazuma in all its transience will remain with her.

Yet, were all her actions at present excusable?

The Kaedehara clan had fallen--its tragic heir had gone missing. No one knows where he had went...or so that is what most of the servants' narratives were, but you knew. Perhaps silence is the only way to protect him; their kind and gentle young master deserved freedom in this eternal land.

You didn't want to dwell on what ifs. In the blaring heat of the sun, among the sunflowers looking up at its radiance, he stood there, even brighter than summer itself.

He called for your name as he took your hands, kissing its back.

"I will always remember you."

He was a free man, freer than he was in the confines of his samurai household. Yet, you knew his life of pursuit will always remain with him, and the eternity the Raiden's land had promised was far too comforting to even consider the thoughts in your head.

'Take me with you'

'I won't ever forget you too.'

'Ị̶̛̺̜̣̝̰̣͚̫̓̾̈́̆̈́̊̔̍͂͋͛͌͘͝ ̵̢̨͉̟͖̱͚̆̐̏̚l̷͖̥̃͋͒̉̈́̈̎̃͆̽̈͊̃̈́̆̓̕o̶̡̧̡͖͙̖̙͙̥̻͍̣̗̱͖̦͍̺͙̒̏̏͛͗̌̄͊̽̓͆͌̚̚̕͝ͅv̶̧͕͔̤͚̰̟͙̭̟̠̫̞̀͆̊͗͗̅̊͠ͅͅę̶̘̦̲͓͕͂̑̕͜ ̷̡̢̯̯͙̞̣̲̥̥̞̞̺͕̲͔̆̂͆́̋̑̀̆̃̀͐̀͜͝͠y̷̧̬̜͕͉̣͉̱̩͚̪͒̓͒ͅǒ̸͚̳̠͚̘̯̼̗̳͖͉̫͇͕͔̿͛̉̈́͌̈́͐̑͌͝u̵̧̡̖̼̺̼̯̖̙̲̺̰̮̩̯̜͛̑̃̐͊͛͌̌̓͋́̒̌̚͜'

So he waited and waited for the three words he uttered on your ear to return, and even then, promised of waiting even as you parted ways--even if orange dyed the world around you again.

For like the sunflowers, you were his sun.

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Many summers have passed, and you had left the comfort of eternity to seek out the world on your own. The Raiden Shogun and her eternity was showing its signs of fading in ironic tragedy. Yet you wondered why such fleetingness felt comforting instead.

They called the land you chose to reside in the City of Freedom. Their ruling archon was nothing more than myths and childlike wonder, yet Mondstadt thrived even in their absence.

Like the carefree breeze, its people were equally so. They did not mind your origins nor your reasons, and instead welcomed you in their land with kindness and hospitality. Often, you wondered if the Anemo Archon chose this path of rule to embody the freedom that he is--that perhaps, this might be even his wish.

"I received a vision! It's--"

You smiled to yourself as you stopped that train of thought. You knew your reasons for choosing Mondstadt as your new refuge. Deep in your heart, you were waiting too.

Rain was quite an unusual sight in Monstadt--you were far too used to sunlight and breezy afternoons that the sight of darker skies were comforting to you instead. You liked the sound rain made as it hit the roof, the smell of petrichor in the air--

"Hello?"

Such appreciative thoughts were brought to a halt at the sound of a familiar voice. But he did not speak again, so you weren't sure if you have imagined it instead. The knocks on your door however, reassured you that not everything you heard was imagined.

Your heart pounded at every step, silencing yourself from the hopeful yearning that keeps on resurfacing as you went closer to your doorstep.

But he was there. He wasn't only hopeful yearning. The orange hues of the trees from afar only seemed to deepen the sunset reflecting on his eyes. They widened as they gazed at you.

"I'm very sorry, but can I trouble you for refuge for the night?"

Laughter. You haven't shared one since that distant, summer day. You took the stray maple leaf out of his hair and echoed the words he had uttered to you on the day you first met.

"Did I startle you? You have it stuck on your hair."

..but this time, you chose to stay by his side.

That night, I listened to the hymns till dawn, not for serenity, but to seek a sliver of your soul;

That month, I flipped through all the scriptures, not for enlightenment, but to touch the pages where your fingers once lingered;

That year, I knelt on the grounds, my head embracing the dusts, not to pay obeisance to the Gods, but to feel the warmth you left behind;

That life, I wandered through ten thousand great mountains, not in search for an afterlife, but to cross paths with you –

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babbushka · 3 years

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April 2021 Fic Recap

Hello everyone and welcome to May! I can't believe April flew by so quickly, but you know what that means -- it's time for the monthly recap!

I've gotten quite a few new friends this month, so for the folks just joining me here, I take the first couple days of the month to compile all the writing, headcanons, general thots and discussions about AUs into one post. I also take this time to update my writing masterlist!

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Chapter Fic Updates

Beyond Reasonable Doubt (ch2)** ; Lawyer AU Kylo Ren x Reader

Beyond Reasonable Doubt (ch3)**; Lawyer AU Kylo Ren x Reader

Oneshots

Dinner & A Show**; Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Watch Dog**; Mob AU Kylo Ren x Reader

Day 535**; Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Kylo Ren

Character Headcanons

Henry McHenry being the leader of a cult lol

Ancient Emperor Kylo doting on you while you're pregnant

Ancient Emperor Kylo fucking you during a senate meeting*

Ancient Emperor Kylo lavishing you with attention*

Ancient Emperor Kylo being jealous

Flip Zimmerman comforting his wife

Flip Zimmerman arguing with his wife

Flip Zimmerman boxing in an underground fight club

Flip Zimmerman being subby despite looking like a dom*

Flip Zimmerman being possessive and protective over you

Flip Zimmerman loving fucking you in his office*

SL Kylo Ren loving to eat pussy*

Charlie Barber being touch starved*

Clyde Logan being the perfect representation of Summer

Edwardian Duke Lord Ren doting on Lady Ren during her pregnancy

Edwardian Duke Lord Ren's estate he builds for Lady Ren

Edwardian Duke Lord Ren's estate budget estimates

Edwardian Duchess Lady Ren's daily schedule*

Edwardian Duchess Lord Ren giving Lady Ren expensive Hanukkah gifts

Character Imagines

Flip Zimmerman

Young Flip taking you on a romantic date in the park ***

Flip eating you out for breakfast before his coffee**

Flip teaching you how to drive (it's a disatser)

Flip being stupidly in love with his wife

Kylo Ren

Mob Kylo reuniting after a short amount of time

Lawyer Kylo kissing you in the rain

Discussions about the Edwardian Duke!Kylo Ren x Duchess!Reader AU

Lord Ren's primary sources of income

Lord Ren being scandalously open with PDA

Lord Ren loving how Lady Ren's body changes during pregnancy

Lord & Lady Ren having all male heirs

Lord & Lady Ren's sons ages

Lord & Lady Ren's titles

Lord & Lady Ren's sons and their titles

The children's titles pt 2

Lord & Lady Ren's sons' education

Lord & Lady Ren's being helicopter parents lol

Lady Ren being the Princess of the house and being doted on by her husband and sons

Lord & Lady Ren giving expensive party favors

Lord Ren having a deal with the cops to ignore complaints lol

Lord Ren being present for his sons the way his father never was for him

Lady Ren being spoiled and rich lol

Lady Ren wearing royal jewelry given to her by Queen Padme of Naboo

Queen Padme & Prince Anakin loving their great-grandchildren

Lord Ren being rich and wanting to spoil his family lol

Lord Ren's eldest son's first birthday

Lord & Lady Ren being emotional over their eldest son's birthday

Lady Ren only wearing the finest bespoke clothing

Lord Ren taking Anthony out for drives in the fancy new automobiles when he's old enough

Lord & Lady Ren being big into fox and game hunting

Lord Ren watching Lady Ren get ready for a state dinner*

The fancy parties Lord & Lady Ren throw

The children attending fancy parties

Cool features at the estate

Lord Ren being a stuffy old man lol

How they deal with the Great Depression

Anthony volunteering for WW2 to beat the shit out of n*zis pt 1

Anthony beating the shit out of n*zis in WW2 pt 2ada

The total wordcount for the month of April clocks in at: 37,021

I'm so grateful for every single one of you here who read, share, comment, or in any other way interact with me and my writing! You're all so wonderful, and I hope that May treats us all kindly!

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cappymightwrite · 3 years

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So I’ve just read your meta on the TWOW Alayne I sample chapter (it’s amazing btw!) and I noticed something while reading it that I wanted to share and see if anybody else has noticed - nearly every man Alayne dances with during the feast could be taken as a reference to Jon or the Night’s Watch.

Ben Coldwater -> Snow is, obviously, cold water, and Ben is a sneaky Benjen reference

Andrew Tollett -> most likely related to Dolorous Edd Tollett, Jon’s old steward and good friend

Ser Byron the Beautiful -> GRRM has described Jon as a Byronic hero

Ser Morgarth and Ser Shadrich the Mad Mouse -> these men are more dubious, I’m not really sure of the link with Morgarth. Shadrich is a callback from Brienne’s AFFC plot though, and a sign that Sansa’s cover isn’t as secure as she and Littlefinger think it is

Ser Albar Royce - a reference to Waymar Royce, he of the many Jon parallels and Sansa’s old crush, though she finds his cousin(?) stout and dull

The Sunderlands - their family are the lords of the Three Sisters. In ADWD, Davos is told a story on Sweetsister about Ned having to sneak across the Bite during Robert’s Rebellion, to get North and call his banners. A fisherman helped him but drowned when a storm caught their boat - but his daughter got Ned safely to the Sisters. The prevailing story on the islands seems to be that he left her with a bag of silver and a bastard in her belly, whom she named after Jon Arryn

Uther Shett - I was half-convinced this guy also had a relative on the wall, because his name (insulting pun aside) seems to be a reference to Chett, the prologue POV of ASOS who had a grudge against Jon for losing him his position as one of Maester Aemon’s stewards in favour of Sam

Ser Targon the Halfwild - Jon will likely be half-wild when he comes back from the dead, but he’s already been described as ‘half a wildling’ multiple times. Also Targon = Targ-Jon?

Ser Roland and Ser Wallace Waynwood - both are described earlier in the chapter as long-faced with brown hair, which are also Stark features. Alayne thinks of them as “horsefaced”, probably an Arya reference that also calls back to her and Jon’s shared Stark look. Wallace is even the same age as Robb, and thus Jon, would be.

So though Jon wasn’t mentioned by name in the chapter, I think he was very present... not just lemoncake-wise ;)

Thank you! :D Haha for a moment there I was like...wait which meta? Had to take my mind back for a sec there because I've written quite a bit since then! But yeah, doing deep dives into certain chapters is really fun — my next one that's in the works is Jon XI in A Dance With Dragons. Great to hear you enjoyed my Winds one :)

Ooooh that is really interesting and a mighty fine catch! Definitely the vibe I got whilst reading that chapter, after having analysed Alayne II, AFFC (which chronologically precedes it), is that Jon's presence or references to him are made subtly throughout the chapter(s) — especially whenever Winterfell is alluded to because Jon is the "Snow of Wintefell", the "blood of Winterfell", etc. But also vice versa, Sansa is very much connected to Winterfell in Jon's chapters as well — "Winterfell belongs to my sister, Sansa."

But let's take a look at those names you listed below the cut! Big post ahead, so buckle up kids!

So, I hadn't noticed the significance of those names on my reading, but I can well believe what you're suggesting because it plays very much into how I interpreted the subconscious goings on of that chapter — that you have these rememberances/reminders of Winterfell and Sansa's Stark idenity at crucial moments within the chapter’s narrative pacing, especially prior to moments with Harry the Heir. Not to sound too crass, but it's sort like a marking of territory, and this is made even stronger by that goddamn phallic as hell Giant's Lance lemoncake (aka Jon's peen). It's all quite neatly buried, but when you start matching up the imagery...I mean, I guess wolves are territorial beasts, so...checks out? (George...why are you like this?)

It is interesting that we get that iconic entrance of the Giant's Lance lemoncake prior to these dance partners, i.e. a claim has been staked essentially, and it ain't from Littlefinger, which is what could be interpreted on first inspection. And let's not beat around the bush, as uncomfortable as it is (because Sansa is ONLY 13/14!!), this is a sexual claim being made owing to the phallic symbolism and the general tone of the chapter being about Alayne's betrothal/marriage:

And best of all, Lord Nestor’s cooks prepared a splendid subtlety, a lemon cake in the shape of the Giant’s Lance, twelve feet tall and adorned with an Eyrie made of sugar.

For me, Alayne thought, as they wheeled it out.

I legit just snorted re-reading this: "splendid subtlety" MY ASS! What follows is a whole lot of gift-giving, which come to think of it, in combination with this bloody big cake...well, it reads quite a bit like a wedding breakfast to me, followed by dancing, in addition to a possible nod to a Stark bridal cloak, masked by the Arryn colours:

There were gifts as well, splendid gifts. Each of the competitors received a cloak of cloth-of-silver and a lapis brooch in the shape of a pair of falcon’s wings. Fine steel daggers were given to the brothers, fathers, and friends who had come to watch them tilt. For their mothers, sisters, and ladies fair there were bolts of silk and Myrish lace.

Because if we compare this "cloak of cloth-of-silver" with previous descriptions of Sansa's maiden cloak, we see this obvious recurring inclusion of either silver or grey as one of the Stark colours:

Cersei Lannister ignored the question. "The cloak," she commanded, and the women brought it out: a long cloak of white velvet heavy with pearls. A fierce direwolf was embroidered upon it in silver thread. Sansa looked at it with sudden dread. "Your father's colors," said Cersei, as they fastened it about her neck with a slender silver chain.

A maiden's cloak. Sansa's hand went to her throat. She would have torn the thing away if she had dared. – ASOS, Sansa III

"[...] and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden's cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back...why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright [...]" – AFFC, Alayne II

This is all very in keeping with the theme of the chapter, which is meeting Alayne's betrothed, Harrold Hardyng, so obviously a future marriage/alliance is very much a prevalent theme here. Furthermore, the mention of "Myrish lace" for the "ladies fair" does somewhat remind me of Alys Karstark's wedding garb:

The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. "Let him be scared of me." The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.

"Winter's lady." Jon squeezed her hand. – ADWD, Jon X

I think some other people have mentioned before how even though Jon makes a conscious comparison between Arya and Alys — "reminded Jon so much of his little sister" — the romanticised, flushed cheeked imagery very much points towards a subconsious allusion to Sansa (ETA: anyone spoken on this got a link?). With that in mind, we could see this as foreshadowing of not only Jonsa, but a Jonsa wedding, and Sansa as Queen in the North — "a frosty crown" "Winter's lady" — with Jon as her king/consort. In my current Jon chapter analysis I've been working with the idea that actually as soon as Jon starts romanticising a girl, which is notably different from just noticing someone's physical beauty (e.g. with Val), that is when the subconscious comparisons to Sansa really jump out.

But anyway! Onto those names...or rather, Jon Snow stand-ins.

Rising, [Ben Coldwater] offered Alayne his hand. “Would you honor me with this dance, my lady?”

“You’re very kind,” she said, as he led her to the floor.

He was her first partner of the evening, but far from the last. Just as Petyr had promised, the young knights flocked around her, vying for her favor. After Ben came Andrew Tollett, handsome Ser Byron, red-nosed Ser Morgarth, and Ser Shadrich the Mad Mouse. Then Ser Albar Royce, Myranda’s stout dull brother and Lord Nestor’s heir. She danced with all three Sunderlands, none of whom had webs between their fingers, though she could not vouch for their toes. Uther Shett appeared to pay her slimy compliments as he trod upon her feet, but Ser Targon the Halfwild proved to be the soul of courtesy. After that Ser Roland Waynwood swept her up and made her laugh with mocking comments about half the other knights in the hall. His uncle Wallace took a turn as well and tried to do the same, but the words would not come. Alayne finally took pity on him and began to chatter happily, to spare him the embarrassment. When the dance was done she excused herself, and went back to her place to have a drink of wine.

And there he stood, Harry the Heir himself; tall, handsome, scowling. “Lady Alayne. May I partner you in this dance?”

She considered for a moment. “No. I don’t think so.”

If I've counted that right, that's 14 men? Alright, here we go.

First up...Ben Coldwater

I think you're right that Ben Coldwater feels very much like a nod to Ben-jen Stark, who is referred to as Ben a few times I think, and Jon Snow (cold water = snow), both men of the Night's Watch. House Coldwater also traces its lineage back to the First Men, and are sworn to House Royce, who are also notably descended from the First Men, have previously married into the Stark family and still maintain close connections to the current house through Ned's fosterage in the Vale. So, through the Royces, we see another possible connection to the Starks and Jon Snow...Jon Snow who was named after Jon Arryn.

I would also add that we have Ben make this inquiry prior to his dance with Alayne:

“Are there no singers?” asked Ben Coldwater.

I don't know, maybe I'm reaching but...singers feature quite a lot in connection to Jon, for instance:

Mance Rayder, who infiltrates Winterfell disguised as a singer called Abel, an anagram of Bael, aka Bael the Bard;

Bael the Bard and the Blue Rose of Winterfell — a story told to Jon by Ygritte, which very much evokes the tale of Rhaegar and Lyanna;

Rhaegar Targaryen, Jon's real father, was a notably skilled lyre player, whose singing supposedly made Lyanna cry — "The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle," (ASOS, Bran II). He is also theorised to have written the song Jenny of Oldstones, possibly for the Ghost of High Heart, Jenny's friend.

Ygritte — when Jon starts to find her more attractive, when he starts to romanticise her, he observes that "sometimes she sang in a low husky voice that stirred him," (ASOS, Jon II).

Val — again, we start to see Jon begin to warm to Val, to see her in more of a romantic + typically feminine light, because of her singing to the baby Monster: "I have heard you singing to him," (ADWD, Jon VIII).

Sansa — oh, my sweet Sansa...when remembering his family, not quite in his dying moments, but a little bit prior to that, Jon thinks "Of Sansa, brushing out Lady's coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow," (ADWD, Jon XIII).

I think it's clear that Jon loves a good song and you know what? He'd probably be asking about the lack of singers too! One final detail perhaps worth noting is the seat of House Coldwater:

[...] the Coldwaters of Coldwater Burn [...] – TWOIAF, The Vale

Obviously, the "song of ice and fire" is not a person, but more the elemental and destructive forces of the Others and the dragons, yet nevertheless, through Jon's parentage, as well as his actions (burned hand, etc.), plus his personality to a certain extent (hot-headed then repressing emotions) you do have this duality of hot and cold, of fire and ice...Coldwater Burn? Could be something.

Ser Andrew Tollett

So, like you said, the name Tollett immediately puts us in mind of Eddison Tollett, also known as Dolorous Edd, who is like Jon, a black brother of the Night's Watch. And he is a good brother to Jon, voting for him in the election for the Lord Commander, as well as becoming his loyal steward for a time, before being sent on a mission to Long Barrow. Interestingly, Dolorous Edd, as well as the Tolletts in general, do have a bit of a Stark vibe to them...

Like a typical Stark, Dolorous Edd is described as having a "long face" (ACOK, Jon III), a face like a mule's to be exact, but also notably a horse's as well:

"[...] Me, I have the mules. Nettles claims we're kin. It's true we have the same long face, but I'm not near as stubborn [...]" – ADWD, Jon XII

He only wished he had time to kill Tollett as well. Gloomy horsefaced fool, that's what he is. – ASOS, Prologue

He is given the nickname Dolorous Edd (dolorous = mournful), and is referred to several times as being "dour" (ACOK, Jon II, Jon III, ASOS, Jon V, ADWD, Jon XII, XIII), an attribute not entirely out of place when we consider some notable Starks and their disposition, as well as their house words:

He had the Stark face if not the name: long, solemn, guarded, a face that gave nothing away. – AGOT, Tyrion II

Winter is coming. The Stark words had never sounded so grim or ominous to Jon as they did now. – AGOT, Jon VIII

I gave my maidenhood to this solemn stranger and sent him off to his war and his king and the woman who bore him his bastard, because I always did my duty. – ACOK, Catelyn VI

Ned was shorter and plainer of face, and so somber. He spoke courteously enough, but beneath the words she sensed a coolness that was all at odds with Brandon, whose mirths had been as wild as his rages [...] And after the war, at Winterfell, I had love enough for any woman, once I found the good sweet heart beneath Ned's solemn face. – ASOS, Catelyn V

So, not unlike Jon, Arya and Ned, Dolorous Edd has a "long and solemn" face (AGOT, Arya I), as well as a "dour" personality. Furthermore, even House Tollet of Grey Glen's sigil and words have Stark vibes, since according to semi-canon sources, their shield is "pily grey and black" and their words are "When all is darkest," which arguably carries the same ominous, Long Night warning of "Winter is coming". In addition to this, like the Coldwaters, the Tollets are sworn to the First Men descended Royces.

But beyond this, if we take a look at some legendary and historical Tolletts...we actually have two notable names:

Torgold Tollett — also known as Torgold the Grim, though ironically, because he was famous for riding into battle laughing, and naked from the waist up:

The songs say that Torgold knew no fear and felt no pain. Though bleeding from a score of wounds, he cut a red swathe through Lord Redfort's staunchest warriors, then took his lordship's arm off at the shoulder with a single cut. Nor was he dismayed when the sorceress Ursula Upcliff appeared upon a bloodred horse to curse him. By then he was bare-handed, having left both of his axes buried in a foe's chest, but the singers say he leapt upon the witch's horse, grasped her face between two bloody hands, and tore her head from her shoulders as she screamed for succor. – TWOIAF, The Vale

Ser Jon Tollett — In Fire & Blood, Jon Tollett is recorded as a member of King Maegor the Cruel's Kingsguard. After the king's mysterious death, his successor, King Jaeherys I, offered Maegor's surviving Kingsguard a choice between execution or taking the black. Jon Tollett chose the latter. This somewhat parallels Ned's decision to take the black, to a certain extent.

You could argue that there are more than a few similarities, or future foreshadowings, between these Tolletts and Jon Snow...

Ser Byron the Beautiful

Like you mentioned, Jon Snow has been described by GRRM as a "Byronic, romantic hero". I'm so annoyed with myself, because I had written up some good stuff on how Jon really does possess certain Byronic traits but as I was inserting a gif it ended up deleting most of what I wrote...so I'm still a bit bitter over that, but will rewrite it at some point soon. Take my word for it though, Jon Snow is 100% more of a Byronic Hero (a la Byron's own Manfred), than Sandor Clegane, for example:

GRRM: “Well who wouldn’t want to be Jon Snow — the brooding, Byronic, romantic hero whom all the girls love.” [source]

Ser Byron, as well as being described as beautiful, is also notably very gallant, the perfect knight:

"Dutiful and beautiful," said an elegant young knight whose thick blond mane cascaded down well past his shoulders. – AFFC, Alayne II

We all know that Sansa appreciates a bit of genuine courtesy, and in fact, she's taught Jon well in that regard:

"Gilly, he called me. For the gillyflower."

"That's pretty." He remembered Sansa telling him once that he should say that whenever a lady told him her name. He could not help the girl, but perhaps the courtesy would please her. – ACOK, Jon III

I think this Jon stand-in does rely mostly on Jon's connection to the Byronic Hero. So, if anyone is still a bit dubious on that (because Rochester and Heathcliff are trash), just hang in there for my eventual meta on the subject, which focuses on Lord Byron's OG Byronic Hero, rather than the later Brontë/Victorian iterations.

In fact, in terms of Jon's parentage and future romance with Sansa, there's one Byronic tale that may be a particular source of inspiration — The Bride of Abydos. This poem notably includes a romance in which half-siblings are revealed to be cousins...sound familiar?

Ser Morgarth the Merry

Another hedge knight, like Ser Byron, who is sworn into the service of Petyr Baelish. I've got to agree with you here, red-nosed Ser Morgarth's connection to Jon is quite a bit harder to decipher! I have done a little digging though, and it is possible that the Garth in Morgarth is a reference to several Garths that appear in Jon's chapters, as well as Garth Greenhand, the alleged ancestor of legendary House Stark founder...Brandon the Builder:

Garth of Oldtown

Garth of Greenaway

Garth Greyfeather

All of these Garths are rangers/members of the Night's Watch at the same time as Jon, though I think by Dance it is presumed that they are all dead, or at least missing — in fact, Garth of Greenaway kills Garth of Oldtown. Garth on Garth violence!!

Haha, oh god...I think I just got the pun...Morgarth = More Garth! More Garths the merrier! Get it?! More Garths everybody!

George, I hate you.

Ok, so that's what that is. It's literally just a dumb pun, yet it also connects Morgarth to the Night's Watch Garths, and therefore Jon.

Ser Shadrich the Mad Mouse

I think you're right that Ser Shadrich's presence connects us to Brienne's quest, as well as foreshadowing potential shit hitting the fan at the tourney of the Winged Knights. But he also notably makes some interesting remarks, both to Brienne and Sansa, which we can connect to Jon Snow's secret Targaryen heritage:

"Where?" Brienne slapped another silver stag down.

He flicked the coin back at her with his forefinger. "Someplace no stag ever found...though a dragon might." – AFFC, Brienne III

On the surface, in response to Brienne's questioning about the whereabouts of the Stark sisters, Shadrich is talking about a monetary bribe. However, beneath that explicit meaning, is an implicit reference to a stag (Joffrey) failing, where a dragon (Jon) will succeed. Others have talked about this line in more detail elsewhere, but it seems like a pretty good allusion to the foils, Joffrey (a prince who is really a bastard) and Jon (a bastard who is really a prince).

In this exact Winds chapter, however, we also see a conversation between Alayne and Shadrich, which hints at his possible plans to uncover and abduct Sansa Stark in return for a lucrative reward:

“A good melee is all a hedge knight can hope for, unless he stumbles on a bag of dragons. And that’s not likely, is it?”

This "stumbl[ing] on a bag of dragons" could also be seen as an implicit nod towards stumbling upon Jon's Targaryen heritage later in the novel, something that is more "likely" than anyone would expect. That claim might be a reach, were it not for the implication that when Shadrich talks about money, i.e. dragons...he isn't actually talking about gold coins, he's talking about Targaryens, but more than that...he's talking specifically about Jon Snow.

Ser Albar Royce

"Myranda’s stout dull brother and Lord Nestor’s heir." I think like Ser Morgarth, the physical appearance of these stand-ins doesn't always play a factor, because it would be kind of unnerving if they all had solemn long faces... So, what is important here is, like you say, the name Royce and his relation to Ser Waymar Royce, Sansa's first crush, who just happens to resemble and parallels Jon quite a bit:

She had fallen wildly in love with Ser Waymar, she remembered dimly, but that was a lifetime ago, when she was a stupid little girl. – AFFC, Alayne I

Ser Waymar Royce was the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs. He was a handsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyed and graceful and slender as a knife. Mounted on his huge black destrier, the knight towered above Will and Gared on their smaller garrons. He wore black leather boots, black woolen pants, black moleskin gloves, and a fine supple coat of gleaming black ringmail over layers of black wool and boiled leather. Ser Waymar had been a Sworn Brother of the Night's Watch for less than half a year, but no one could say he had not prepared for his vocation. At least insofar as his wardrobe was concerned. – AGOT, Prologue

Jon's eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast. – AGOT, Bran I

"They're not my brothers," Jon snapped. "They hate me because I'm better than they are." – AGOT, Jon III

Although, it is worth noting that the Royces, as a whole, do somewhat resemble the Starks in appearance, at least in terms of their eye colour:

Bronze Yohn Royce, the current head of House Royce of Runestone, has "slate-grey eyes" as well as a "solemn face", (AFFC, Alayne I).

Ser Robar, his second son was "comely in a rough-hewn way" (ACOK, Catelyn III), with "pale" eyes (ACOK, Catelyn IV), possibly grey like his father's.

Ser Waymar, Yohn's third son, as mentioned, was "grey-eyed" (AGOT, Prologue).

It isn't as clear whether or not their cadet branch, which Albar belongs to, tend towards grey eyes as well, though we know that Myranda has brown hair, specifically "thick chestnut curls" (AFFC, Alayne II) — typical looking Starks, like Ned, Arya, and Jon, all have brown/dark hair.

As previously mentioned, the Royces are also descended from the First Men, have kinship links to the Starks, knew Ned when he fostered in the Vale, and Bronze Yohn even "knows" Sansa Stark:

"Bronze Yohn knows me," she reminded him. "He was a guest at Winterfell when his son rode north to take the black." She had fallen wildly in love with Ser Waymar, she remembered dimly, but that was a lifetime ago, when she was a stupid little girl. "And that was not the only time. Lord Royce saw...he saw Sansa Stark again at King's Landing, during the Hand's tourney." – AFFC, Alayne I

His seamed and solemn face brought back all of Sansa's memories of his time at Winterfell. She remembered him at table, speaking quietly with her mother. She heard his voice booming off the walls when he rode back from a hunt with a buck behind his saddle. She could see him in the yard, a practice sword in hand, hammering her father to the ground and turning to defeat Ser Rodrik as well. He will know me. How could he not? She considered throwing herself at his feet to beg for his protection. He never fought for Robb, why should he fight for me? The war is finished and Winterfell is fallen. "Lord Royce," she asked timidly, "will you have a cup of wine, to take the chill off?"

Bronze Yohn had slate-grey eyes, half-hidden beneath the bushiest eyebrows she had ever seen. They crinkled when he looked down at her. "Do I know you, girl?" – AFFC, Alayne I

They also have the house words "We will remember", which somewhat evokes the recurring refrain "the north remembers" (ASOS, Catelyn, ADWD, Davos IV, ADWD, A Ghost in Winterfell, TWOW, Theon I), as well as a possible remembrance of the Long Night, similar to the Starks’ and Tolletts’ words. All in all, as well as evoking a certain Starkness (and Jon-ness), the Royces seem set up to be staunch allies of the Starks going forward.

All Three Sunderlands

Since these Sunderland brothers aren't given names, we can assume what is significant about them, in relation to Jon and Sansa, is their Sunderland name. As you noted, the Sunderlands are the reigning lords of the Three Sisters, and in Dance, through Davos' pov, we hear about Ned's time there during Robert's Rebellion:

"At the dawn of Robert's Rebellion. The Mad King had sent to the Eyrie for Stark's head, but Jon Arryn sent him back defiance. Gulltown stayed loyal to the throne, though. To get home and call his banners, Stark had to cross the mountains to the Fingers and find a fisherman to carry him across the Bite. A storm caught them on the way. The fisherman drowned, but his daughter got Stark to the Sisters before the boat went down. They say he left her with a bag of silver and a bastard in her belly. Jon Snow, she named him, after Arryn.

"Be that as it may. My father sat where I sit now when Lord Eddard came to Sisterton. Our maester urged us to send Stark's head to Aerys, to prove our loyalty. It would have meant a rich reward. The Mad King was open-handed with them as pleased him. By then we knew that Jon Arryn had taken Gulltown, though. Robert was the first man to gain the wall, and slew Marq Grafton with his own hand. 'This Baratheon is fearless,' I said. 'He fights the way a king should fight.' Our maester chuckled at me and told us that Prince Rhaegar was certain to defeat this rebel. That was when Stark said, 'In this world only winter is certain. We may lose our heads, it's true…but what if we prevail?' My father sent him on his way with his head still on his shoulders. 'If you lose,' he told Lord Eddard, 'you were never here.' " – ADWD, Davos I

This passage has one of my favourite asoiaf quotes of all time..."In this world only winter is certain. We may lose our heads, it's true...but what if we prevail?" Truly iconic. So defiantly hopeful.

But, yes, you're right that this story, and the Sunderlands, connects us to Ned, but more importantly...to Jon Snow. Really, Jon has quite a few Vale connections, all things considered, and he is named after Jon Arryn after all!

Uther Shett

Well, along with his buddy Ossifer Lipps (ass for lips), Uther Shett (utter shit) is an example of George having some pretty lowbrow fun with punny names. During their dance, Uther paid Alayne "slimy compliments as he trod upon her feet"...so not the best partner!

But from one shit to another...I think you're probably right that Uther Shett is meant to recall Chett, indeed, if we take a look at his description in Winds:

The one on her left was no more than eighteen, and skinny as a spear. His ginger-colored whiskers only partially served to disguise the angry red pimples that dotted his face.

His bad skin is somewhat comparable to Chett's boils:

Chett had a wen on his neck the size of a pigeon's egg, and a face red with boils and pimples. Perhaps that was why he always seemed so angry. – AGOT, Jon V

What is also noteworthy about Chett's prologue pov in ASOS, is that we get this linking of literal snow and Jon Snow:

Snow was falling.

He could feel tears freezing to his cheeks. It isn't fair, he wanted to scream. Snow would ruin everything he'd worked for, all his careful plans. It was a heavy fall, thick white flakes coming down all about him [...] The snow's taken it all from me...the bloody snow...

Snow had ruined him once before. Snow and his pet pig. – ASOS, Prologue

This makes any mention of snow beyond this point a bit more noteworthy, especially since Jon is referred to as "the Snow of Winterfell," (ASOS, Jon I), and we also have Sansa's famous "drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses" whilst building Winterfell out of snow scene, also in ASOS, (Sansa VII). So, Chett is very important when it comes to establishing this connection.

Ser Targon the Halfwild

Targon is only mentioned once and it is in that list of dance partners. He's not connected to any particular house, all we know of him is that he is a knight and that he "proved to be the soul of courtesy." This detail is interesting because it sort goes against his "Halfwild" moniker — he is courteous in spite of his half-wildness. Likewise, Jon is also courteous, chivalrous and knightly even, in spite of the stigma attached to being a bastard:

They still think me a turncloak. That was a bitter draft to drink, but Jon could not blame them. He was a bastard, after all. Everyone knew that bastards were wanton and treacherous by nature, having been born of lust and deceit. And he had made as many enemies as friends at Castle Black...Rast, for one. Jon had once threatened to have Ghost rip his throat out unless he stopped tormenting Samwell Tarly, and Rast did not forget things like that. – ASOS, Jon VII

As mentioned in comparison to Ser Byron, Jon behaves courteously towards Gilly, calling her name "pretty", just as Sansa taught him. He also often refers to Val as "my lady" despite her being a proud woman of the Free Folk. Jon also clearly looks up to and wishes to emulate legendary knights to a certain extent, and behaving with courtesy and honour is very much part of that:

They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. "I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight," Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, "Well, I'm Florian the Fool." Or Robb would say, "I'm the Young Dragon," and Jon would reply, "I'm Ser Ryam Redwyne." – ASOS, Jon XII

Furthermore, Jon has this connection to the Free Folk, also known as the wildlings, having spent a fair amount of time with them:

"The wildling blood is the blood of the First Men, the same blood that flows in the veins of the Starks [...]" – ASOS, Jon I

"Some of your own Sworn Brothers would have me believe that you are half a wildling yourself. Is it true?" – ADWD, Jon IV

Mully cleared his throat. "M'lord? The wildling princess, letting her go, the men may say—"

"—that I am half a wildling myself, a turncloak who means to sell the realm to our raiders, cannibals, and giants." Jon did not need to stare into a fire to know what was being said of him. The worst part was, they were not wrong, not wholly. "Words are wind, and the wind is always blowing at the Wall. Come." – ADWD, Jon VIII

"A wildling. A filthy, murdering wildling." Cregan's hands closed into fists. The gloves that covered them were leather, lined with fur to match the cloak that hung matted and stiff from his broad shoulders. His black wool surcoat was emblazoned with the white sunburst of his house. "I see what you are, Snow. Half a wolf and half a wildling, baseborn get of a traitor and a whore. You would deliver a highborn maid to the bed of some stinking savage. Did you sample her yourself first?" He laughed. "If you mean to kill me, do it and be damned for a kinslayer. Stark and Karstark are one blood."

"My name is Snow." – ADWD, Jon X

I am not the trusting fool you take me for...nor am I half wildling, no matter what you believe. – ADWD, Jon XI

If Stark blood is also essentially wildling blood, and Jon is half Stark on his mother's side...that would make him "Halfwild" in blood as well as in spirit. And like you said, Targon feels very close to Targaryen/Targ-Jon. So this name is there solely as a hint towards Jon's true parentage — half Targaryen and half Stark. But I think you could argue that the "Halfwild" element could allude to Jon's post-resurrection state as well. I do personally like the idea of Feral Jon™.

Ser Roland & Ser Wallace Waynwood

Like the Royces, and Dolorous Edd, the Waynwoods also bear some notable Stark physical traits, as noted by Myranda in this chapter:

“The first Lady Waynwood must have been a mare, I think. How else to explain why all the Waynwood men are horse-faced? [...]"

As we know, looking horse-faced, or in Edd's case, mule-faced, indicates a rather long visage:

Arya took after their lord father. Her hair was a lusterless brown, and her face was long and solemn. Jeyne used to call her Arya Horseface, and neigh whenever she came near. – AGOT, Arya I

[Arya] even looked like Jon, with the long face and brown hair of the Starks, and nothing of their lady mother in her face or her coloring. – AGOT, Sansa I

Interestingly though, Jon is never referred to as being called horse-faced, although we know he has a long Stark face. You'd think that Chett, in the ASOS Prologue would have made that kind of dig, since he says as much about Dolorous Edd? This is why I tentatively believe that, although long-faced, Jon isn't as apparently "homely" as these Stark looking Waynwood brothers:

Ser Roland was the oldest of the three, though no more than five-and-twenty. He was taller and more muscular than Ser Wallace, but both were long-faced and lantern-jawed, with stringy brown hair and pinched noses. Horsefaced and homely, Alayne thought.

That being said, I don't think he's as "handsome" as Ser Waymar Royce, or "beautiful" like Ser Byron. But obviously, he's got something going for him because as GRRM says "all the girls love" him, and you know, he's got a good bod probably and if the Giant's Lance cake is anything to go by, as well as all Tormund's small penis jokes...um, well, maybe he's packing, I don't know! (Don't look at me like that guys...it's GRRM not me!)

But anyway! Like you said, Ser Wallace Waynwood is even of an age with Robb, and therefore also Jon:

Robb would be his age, if he were still alive, she could not help but think, but Robb died a king, and this is just a boy.

There is also a teeny bit of Stark blood, though obviously potent stuff, in the mix with those Waynwoods:

"No," Catelyn agreed. "You must name another heir, until such time as Jeyne gives you a son." She considered a moment. "Your father's father had no siblings, but his father had a sister who married a younger son of Lord Raymar Royce, of the junior branch. They had three daughters, all of whom wed Vale lordlings. A Waynwood and a Corbray, for certain. The youngest...it might have been a Templeton, but..."

"Mother." There was a sharpness in Robb's tone. "You forget. My father had four sons." – ASOS, Catelyn V

Shit — "all of whom wed Vale lordlings" — that's probably where all these Stark looking mother fudgers are coming from. So, all in all, I think there's some strong parallels.

And finally...Ser Harrold Hardyng

But let's not forget this bitch.

And there he stood, Harry the Heir himself; tall, handsome, scowling. “Lady Alayne. May I partner you in this dance?”

She considered for a moment. “No. I don’t think so.”

Prior to Harry, who notably fits into the Ashford pattern of Sansa's suitors, we have all these Jon stand-ins, or references to Jon. We can actually separate them out into their different functions, though there is some overlap with Andrew Tollett:

Those who reference Jon's Starkness/the Stark Look™:

Andrew Tollett

Albar Royce

Roland Waynwood

Wallace Waynwood

Those who reference his position/location at the Night's Watch:

Because in the Alayne chapter prior to this one, Sansa learns that Jon has been made Lord Commander:

[..] Oh, and the Night’s Watch has a boy commander, some bastard son of Eddard Stark’s.” “Jon Snow?” she blurted out, surprised. “Snow? Yes, it would be Snow, I suppose.” – AFFC, Alayne II

So, it is interesting that you then have a number of dance partners connected to members of the Watch:

Ben Coldwater

Andrew Tollett

Morgarth the Merry

Uther Shett

This could be read as foreshadowing for Sansa's future journey north, and specifically to the Wall, where she believes Jon to be.

Those who reference his true/uncertain parentage:

Byron the Beautiful

Shadrich the Mad Mouse

The Three Sunderlands

Targon the Halfwild

All these guys get a dance, but when Harry asks? He is denied. It is only after some A+ dragging by Alayne, and begging by Harry that the latter gets his dance. Yet don't be fooled into thinking this is a win for Harrold:

"Should we ever wed, you'll have to send Saffron back to her father. I’ll be all the spice you’ll want."

He grinned. "I will hold you to that promise, my lady. Until that day, may I wear your favor in the tourney?"

"You may not. It is promised to… another." She was not sure who as yet, but she knew she would find someone.

First off, we have this reminder of the betrothal, but there is a lack of certainty there — "should we wed" — and I would argue that's because...they ain't gonna. Remember all that wedding breakfast imagery, including an umcomfortably phallic lemon (wedding) cake, gift-giving and nod to a bridal cloak? Remember how that was followed by several dances with Jon stand-ins?

"[...] It is promised to… another."

Oh, I wonder who that could be? Honestly...GRRM has very clearly, for those who care to really look, stated someone else's claim here, and it ain't Harry's. In fact, it is the very same person who also evokes Valarr Targaryen in the Ashford pattern.

...it's our boi, Jon Snow.

“Jon Snow?” she blurted out, surprised.

“Snow? Yes, it would be Snow, I suppose.” – AFFC, Alayne II

You "suppose", Myranda? Honey, I'm certain.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #cappy's thoughts #Alayne I Winds #i'm actually so chuffed with myself on the morgarth = more garth #thanks for this ask!#jonsa supremacy honestly

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