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dreamcatcher2113 · 2 years

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The Dragon Dance

Summary: What if Rhaenyra had another child? What if Rhaenyra had a daughter with white hair and purple eyes? What if she was betrothed to Aemond as an alliance with Greens?

You are the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, unlike your brothers you have white hair and purple eyes. You are the twin sister of Jacaerys. You were close with Aemond when you were kids, you two attached to the hip. Ten years later after your family left to Dragonstone, your family reunites with the Greens. You see a familiar face, Aemond Targaryen. Even though it's been years since you last saw him, let's just say you are not the same little girl you were once before.

Warnings: The reader and Jacaerys are aged up, they would be eighteen. Uncle/niece insect. 18+ smut(eventually). Language. Mentions of assault(mainly from Aegon). Violence. And possible other warnings that I can’t think of. There is a happy ending.

You're Nightgown

Part 04

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The Dragon Dance Part 05:

You sit out of the balcony in your nightgown, you look up in the sky seeing some of the stars shining in the night sky. At Dragonstone, you were able to see all the stars, but now that you are back at King’s Landing you can’t really see them. You hum an old Valyrian song that Rhaenyra and Daemon would sing to you, your eyes red from crying.

You hear a knock on your door, you get up and walk up to the door thinking it's your parents or brothers. You open the door and see the last person you want to see; Aemond was right in front of you, giving you a small smile. You were about to slam the door on his face, but Aemond was faster. He stopped the door from closing with his hand.

“I just want to talk.” Aemond said quietly, giving you a sad look. He notices that your eyes are red and swollen, probably from crying. His heart ached a bit, knowing he had hurt you.

Screw him looking all sad after what he said. You thought. “And what makes you think I even want to speak to you?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Please Y/N. I just want to apologize. If you still don’t want to talk to me after, I’ll leave you alone until you want to talk to me. Please….” Aemond pleaded to you, he honestly sounded sincere.

Swallowing your pride, you open the door further, letting Aemond in. Aemond walks in and closes the door behind him. The two of you stood in the middle of your room. “Make it quick, Aemond. I’m tired and want to go to bed.” You said coldly to him.

Aemond sighed, knowing he really fucked up and not surprised that you acting cold towards him. He knows he deserves it. “I want to say I’m sorry for my speech. It was uncalled for, and I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me. Therefore I am sorry that I hurt you.” Aemond apologized, reaching for your hands but stopped himself.

You sighed deeply, still crossing your arms. “Why did you say those things, Aemond?” You asked.

“When your brother Luce started laughing when the roasted pig was set on the table. I just lost it. I started to remember what happened 10 years ago.” Aemond answered, looking down. Hurting a bit from the memory of the prank with the pig.

You sighed again, reaching your hand to his, caressing his fingers. “I understand why you would get upset, Aemond. I really do. But you called my brother’s bastards. Calling me a bastard.” Your voice starts to shake.

“That was not my intention Y/N. I didn’t mean to call you a bastard.” Aemond claimed.

“But that’s what you did, Aemond!” You raised your voice a little bit. “When you call my brothers bastards, you are calling me one as well. Jace and I are twins for crying out loud!”

“I’m sorry my love.” Aemond said quietly, leaning closer to you but not touching you. Not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

You leaned closer to him, putting your forehead against his. “Do you love me, Aemond?” You asked in old Valyrian.

“Of course I do. I loved you before I knew what love was.” He responded, putting his hand on your cheek.

“Then prove it to me. Please, Aemond. Please try to make amends with them.” You plead, holding the hand that’s holding your cheek. “I know you’re not close with your siblings, but I’m close with mine. I can’t imagine my life without them, and I don’t want to start now.”

“I know you are beloved. I just-” Aemond stops himself. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Please tell me, Aemond. I want to help.” You plead. “Let me heal the wounds that are in your heart.”

“After Luce took my eye, even when I told my mother that it was okay. That it was a fair exchange. I still can’t help but to hold this grudge against him. I don’t know how to let it go.” He answered honestly. Aemond knows he needs to let go of the grudge that holds against his nephew, especially since now that he is betrothed to you. Aemond knows how close you are with your siblings, which he envies a lot. However, the grudge he holds for Luce for ten years. He doesn’t know how to let go.

“Then let me help you let it go, Aemond. Let me help you heal.” You surprised him with what you just said. Aemond was a little shock that you wanted to help him. “I know what my little brother did was wrong. There is no excuse for what he did.”

“I know this probably won’t help, but-” you continued. “Luce does feel bad for taking your eye. He didn’t mean to take it that far.”

Aemond leans even closer to you for comfort. “To be honest I don’t know my love.” You sighed in defeat

“However” he continued, “I am willing to try to make peace with your brothers, because I know it’ll make you happy.”

“Thank you Aemond, I appreciate it.” You lean closer to him, pulling his hand away from your cheek, and holding his hand against his chest.

“Can I ask you one more favor?” You asked.

“Of course.”

“Can you help me set up a family meeting?” You asked him with wide eyes.

Aemonds quirks his eyebrows, confused why you need his help. “How my love?” He asked.

“Well~” You said.

“Well what Y/N?” Aemond giving you a look.

“I need your help with your brother attending it, because it does have to do with him as well.” You answer him.

Aemond sighed, knowing the dipwhit of a brother of his, Aegon would probably skip out. Aemond knows whatever you are planning, it’s important to you. All he wants is you to be happy. If bringing his half of a brain brother to this family meeting will make you happy and for you to forgive, then so be it.

“I will drag him by the throat in order for him to attend, my dear.” Aemond giving you his signature smirk. “What are you planning?”

You give him a smile, “you have to wait tomorrow at the family meeting to find out.”

“Spitfire.”

“I’m not hearing you complain about it.”

Aemond chuckled, and started to rub his thumb across your hand. “I should get going my spitfire, it’s getting late.”

You sighed a bit, you kind of don’t want Aemond to go but you know that it would be inappropriate if he didn’t. “I understand, my love.”

The both of you pulled apart, and you walked Aemond out of the door. As Aemond steps out of your room, he stops and turns in front of you. He puts both of his hands on your cheeks, turning your face to the side slightly. Aemond gives you a kiss on the cheek. At that moment he wanted to kiss you, but he felt like it was too soon. Aemond can be a patient man, he will wait a little longer to feel your lips against his.

“Good night my fire flower, and have beautiful dreams tonight.” Aemond wished you good night in old Valyrian.

“Good night my beloved.” You also wish him good night. You slowly close the door, as you shut the door you start to walk to your bed. You get under the covers, laid in bed, and you start to feel your face turning red. When you and Aemond were kids, you were used to him kissing your cheek. Now that both of you are adults, somehow it’s different. You groan and face plant into your pillow, wondering how you’re going to get any sleep tonight.

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fairytalesintheend · 3 years

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Punk Rock Ezra

Word count: 1520

Warnings: mention of suicidal thoughts, small mention of a suicide attempt, adult content, mentions of smut and cockwarming, language, I think that’s it but please lemme know

A/n: alright kiddos I have no idea what this is. Unedited, unbeta’d, barely revised, fully self indulgent Punk Rock Ezra. Inspired by the wonderful punk ezra hc’s from @rae-gar-targaryen’s beautiful brain. Loosely inspired by Punk Rock John by Neil Hilborn. Enjoy or tell me if it sucks😘 p.s. formatting might be fucked cause I copied from drive and pasted on mobile lmao

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The first time you saw Ezra he was crowd surfing up to the stage. You noticed the blonde streak in his hair and you watched it until it disappeared into the sea of people in the pit. At the next show the same streak caught your eye. Then the show after that and the one after that too. Ezra and that damned blonde streak were almost expected at any show you attended and you’d be kidding yourself if you thought it hadn’t become some sort of a comfort.

The first time you met Ezra, he’d pulled you up from the floor at a show. He’d asked if you were alright, brushed the dirt off your clothes then told you “Protect your face, birdie. If you get pushed, push back. You’ll be fine.” Then he threw you back into the pit.

One time he found you about to punch someone and grabbed you around your waist, pulling you back into the crowd. You were angry. At everything and nothing. You hated your life and the world and everything in it. You’d tried fighting him off of you but he held you firm against him. “Don’t start shit you can’t finish, birdie. You don’t know who their friends are, you’ll get yourself killed. Don’t be stupid.” He spun you around to face him but kept his grip on you. “We’ve all felt the way you feel, birdie. That’s why you’re here.” Ezra helped you protect yourself and let go at shows. Jumping and dancing and screaming your anger away instead of trying to take it out on some metal kid who wasn’t worth the time. He took your hand and showed you that this was a safe place. That everyone in the room had gone through shitty things and that you weren’t alone. That this was a place you belonged. He looked out for you and you looked out for him too. Which made falling in love with him all the more easy.

Ezra usually wore jeans that were cut off at the knee and ratty band t-shirts, most of which had the sleeves ripped off. His dirty black Chucks were the only shoes you ever saw him wear. He had tattoos of constellations and geometric designs that were scattered all over his arms. There were doodles and random pictures inked on his thighs that he’d done himself in high school. He also had a phrase in Latin on the left side of his neck. Astra inclinant, sed non obligant. “The stars incline us, they do not bind us.” He told you one day what it meant. “Fate can guide us birdie but we can’t let the stars do everything. It’s our job to be responsible for us and what we put into this world.”

He had a nose ring and his ears were pierced in three places. All he’d done himself over the sink in his bathroom. One time he offered to pierce your nose for you and while you declined at first, three weeks later you found yourself sitting on Ezra’s bathroom counter while he brought the hot needle to your face.

He had a scar on his cheek. Almost crescent moon shaped below his eye. The first time he told you how he got it he told you it was from a knife fight. Later on you’d find out he was trying to impress you when in actuality it was from falling off his skateboard when he was 17.

He’d ask you to touch up the blonde streak in his hair. He really could do it himself but he liked when you did it because he was convinced you did it much better than he ever did.

He talked all the time, about everything. Music, art, science, literature. He went on long rants about injustices in the world but they sounded more like monologues from your favorite play. You couldn’t do anything but stare, breathing him in while he strung together the pieces of his life for you. His voice wrote journal entries on your bedroom walls. He forced you to talk as well. “There’s a storm brewing in that head of yours. Can’t hide those eyes from me, Nightingale. They tell more stories than I do. Talk.” Sometimes you listened to him. You would talk about anything and everything or nothing at all. Whether you’d liked to admit it or not, it worked. Better than any other therapy you’d tried. Other times you’d turn away from him and cross your arms, curling into yourself. You’d hear him let out a long breath. Then he’d be at the stereo. He would pick a cd then turn up the volume almost as loud as it could go so you couldn’t hear your own thoughts anymore. He’d make you stand on the bed with him and sing. Scream the words as loud as you could until you felt better. “The church of punk rock is always open, birdie,” He told you once. “This is how you pray.”

You never thought you could love a sound more than you loved the sound of music until you heard Ezra moan your name against your neck as he moved inside you. The grunts and whines that fell from his lips creating a symphony that you wanted on repeat forever. The way he moved in you felt the closest to holy you were ever going to get. Oh how he worshipped you. And you him. You could spend hours here, the sanctuary of each other’s bodies. Hands, teeth, and tongues making their mark. He would stay inside you for a while after. Holding you, scattering soft kisses anywhere he could reach. Sometimes you’d fall asleep like this then wake up the next morning to worship each other all over again.

Ezra was a survivor. You knew that the first time you saw him. Everyone in that dirty basement was a survivor. Ezra talked about his entire life with you but you knew there were some things he kept hidden from the world. Not that you blamed him. You had your fair share of things you’d never told anyone. Of course, that changed over time. You both came to each other for confession. Whispered admissions of sin in the dark of Ezra’s bedroom. He told you things that made your heart ache. How could he be so gentle? So forgiving? When the world had done so much? Would you ever be? So forgiving of this world, so gentle toward yourself and this life? Or would this anger you held inside you always be there? You’d asked Ezra one night. “I am not as healed as you may imagine, Nightingale.” He said. “I do my share of praying more than you’d know.”

You took care of Ezra and in turn, Ezra took care of you. He’d saved you from yourself on more than one occasion. One night was particularly bad. You’d locked yourself in the bathroom with a kitchen knife. When Ezra showed up at your place he’d knocked on the door and you yelled at him to go away. To just let you do this. It would be better. So much better. But instead he broke the lock on the door when he kicked it open. He held his arms out to you with caution. Coaxed you to listen to him and let go as he moved closer to you. He’d pulled the knife out of your hands and pulled you into his arms. You fought him at first, wriggling in his arms until he backed against the wall and held you so you couldn’t move. The two of you sunk to the floor. You sobbed into his chest, hiccuping every few moments. Your breathing was still rapid. For the first time ever, Ezra just stayed silent. He ran his hand over your hair and held you tightly against him. He only spoke after your breathing wouldn’t calm down. “Shhh, shhh birdie I need you to slow down okay? Just breathe with me.” You stayed on the cold bathroom floor in his arms for what seemed like hours. Then Ezra picked you up, made you some food and sat with you on your couch. He didn’t try to get you to talk. He just put in a cd and turned up the volume. He kissed your forehead and then your lips. “One day we’ll leave this place birdie. I promise you. I’ll get you out of here.”

He kept his promise. Years after the first time you saw Ezra, he stands in your kitchen with your daughter on his hip. He’s making breakfast and singing to her while he stirs batter for pancakes. You’re not angry anymore. You take meds that work for you and you even have a therapist you don’t completely hate. Your life is so different than it used to be. You don’t need to pray as much as you used to but in times of trouble Ezra will still pop in a cd and turn up the volume and you can hear the first thing he said to you. “You’ll be fine.”

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sunshinetoshi · 3 years

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Who do you ship your moots with?

AHH okay i was planning to eventually make this even if no one asked HAHA so tysm cause who knows when that would've come out lol

this got LONG so they will be under the cut <33

also i did the moots i more regularly interact with/have gotten pretty close with. i have more moots that i haven’t gotten to know too well yet bc i’m shy pls but reach out if you want heheh <33

okay i know yall have your faves but i wanted to go for slightly unexpected ones that i can also see (it might sound like i’m talking out of my butt but i swear i’m not akjsdf i spent more hours on this than i’d care to admit. so at most i am ✨r e a c h i n g✨ HAHA)

@daichis-kitty daichi ofc but.. TANAKA. i know you love tanakiyo buuuttt i think tanaka could make you laugh so much (sometimes most times unintentionally and he would be so heart eyes whenever he does) and the thought of you two on the dancefloor makes me so hype HAHA. and those late nights or early mornings he’d be so gentle and soft and romantic (he feels like a physical touch love language guy) and he’d be so supportive of you no matter what

@luvbub akaashi ofc but.. IWAIZUMI. very caring and romantic bf (who would make sure you DON’T sleep next to a pair of scissors). and i think he fits cause he can have some banter with you and you’d make him laugh and get flustered AND i pictured you and him wearing matching crocheted bucket hats and now i will not be swayed otherwise. i think the aesthetics and vibes match (and if anyone can help your wallet relax it’d be iwa trying to scold you that you have enough yarn oh who am i kidding. in fact he’d enable it sometimes bc he thinks you deserve the world)

@love-oikawa oikawa ofc but.. SAKUSA. i feel like sakusa is a really big romantic and you give me that deep love kind of vibe and the two of you together would be so heart eyes wow. like it’d be so?? dreamy. yes. dreamy indeed. he is very sweet with flowers, letters with cute poems he’s come across, and little trips you’ve always wanted to go on but he also would love a quiet comfy day in bed with you.

@kuroos-simp kuroo ofc but.. MATTSUN. i feel like the vibes match bc he’s not a super loud guy but he can get deep in chaos at the same time. would have you in that belly-ache laughter. lots of lighthearted teasing. i think issei also likes late nights in just the two of you. also picture mattsun blasting one direction with you. would be a big fan. that big ol tree just head banging to no control or something HAHA. this is also looks-wise i think it’d be cute!!

@lilshortcakess osamu (i think?? i think i saw on your blog once that he’s one of your faves. lol what if i said chan HAHA) okay okay osamu ofc but.. SEMI. okay shared love for music. constant humming songs with the two of you it’d be so cute omg. also he loves how soft your aesthetics are?? OH you could totally get him to watch rom-coms (he’d be a lil snarky at first but he falls in love with them heheh)

@gg9183 konoha ofc but.. KITA. both of you give off such pretty and soft aesthetics BUT there’s so much more to you two. like that aquarium post of yours when you said kita would ABSOLUTELY mess with you. mhm. i think you get kita more than other people do and that would show in a relationship. he’d actually be very teasing and making you crack up and other people are surprised but you’ve always known. but he also takes SUCH good care of you. hubby material.

@theuntamedmulti aone ofc but.. ASAHI. another gentle giant HAHA. but this one was kinda specific okay i remember that one time you were talking about dressing kinda edgy and recently i saw a post about asahi getting piercings to look cooler. so yall would dress edgy and look immaculate and maybe slightly intimidating but the kicker is that you two have these hearts of gold and it’s amazing. we love to see it.

@daichidaichidaichi daichi + ushi ofc but.. TERUSHIMA. okay i’m pretty sure i’ve told you that look-wise i ship you with teru but if i havent then now you know asjdf. but i also think you two would have good back and forth but he’d never try to push your buttons like most people would think. no, he’s too soft for you. wants to treat you like a princess. i also think you both are bubbly and like to joke around (also lots of flirting lol)

@targaryens-blog tendou ofc but.. ATSUMU. you have a very kind heart and i feel like you’re the type to understand others in ways most people don’t care to try and do so i feel like the way you would connect with atsumu would be something he has hardly experienced and it can be really special. he is very much a sweetie and i think you two would be very supportive of each other even if it seems like you two have different interests. lots of laughter!!

@sunalma suna ofc but.. TSUKKI. HOLD ON HEAR ME OUT. i think it’d actually be a more chill relationship than you’d think. bc you two are more alike there’s a connection where you two just move in sync. also he’d love all your music recs and in a way you’d chill him out and get him to laugh more and i think that’s sweet (also i think yall would be good together looks-wise too ooo)

@starlightte osamu ofc but.. FUTAKUCHI. OKAY. I FEEL KNOW YOU WON’T AGREE. BUT THIS IS JUST FOR FUN BAHAHA. first off he might not be your type idk but he’s a very pretty tall boy and i think look-wise it could look cute. second your personalities could be nice together - it would be a very teasing and flirty relationship but he also knows when to get serious and take responsibility so it would be fun but mature. small bickering might be frequent but they don’t hold actual weight. he will go to the ends of the earth to make you happy.

@mochi-marie asahi ofc but.. YAMAGUCHI. just two absolute sweethearts being together. i really like the idea of you being a little more teasing compared to tadashi and he’d get flustered but you’d also get him to get more comfortable over time. BUT ALSO yams can get kinda chaotic sometimes (when he would subtly join in hinata’s antics lol) so yall would have a blast together and end up cackling together.

@shoyotime akaashi ofc but.. ENNOSHITA. okay you might be thinking HUH. BUT i think in a similar way that akaashi can draw in some of your chaos and keep you on track with a task ennoshita can do the same. BUT ALSO i feel like ennoshita has a chaotic side (like how daichi also has a kinda chaotic side) so it’s not like you two would be complete opposites. if anything he’d let himself be a little looser around you bc he’s more comfortable. and it’d be one of those things where you and his friends could be doing the same thing but he’d only yell at them bc when you do it it’s actually funny or something like that (lol basically he’s a simp).

@tsukkisfatsimp iwaizumi ofc but.. MAKKI. i can just imagine all the memes you two would send one another. and sometimes when you two speak it makes no sense to anyone else but there the two of you are laughing your butts off. but also he’s a v sweet bf and wants to give many many cuddles and smooches. so pls give em to him.

#ily all ahh!!#and my other moots too 💖💖#hoping to get to know yall more heheh #amaya chitter chatters #amaya and her tag games

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writingthrones · 5 years

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the northern dragon- part 6.

PART 6: REVELATION.

TAGS: @psychosupernatural , @xleviiiix , @ashtronomyyyy , @starkbelova,@5aftermidnight , @makapaka11 , @mxxkscreate-write , @scorpiosmalfoy,@harrison-shot-first , @art-flirt , @jessyballet , @vaexvictis ,@callmeconceited , @cassiopeia-barrow , @the-three-eyed-ravenclaw (feel free to shoot me a message if you’d also like to be tagged!)

DESCRIPTION: the world thought that just 2 dragons survived, that house targaryen was missing its third head. but there was another– the youngest, the final child of the mad king and queen rhaella. of course, she was almost part of the near extermination of her house. but the honorable ned stark, unable to watch a babe be murdered for crimes she did not commit, rescued her from an awful fate. instead, she grew up amongst wolves within the walls of winterfell.

NOTES: what you’ve all been waiting for!

WARNINGS: lots of violence and, of course, angst.

After the attack, it was made clear that a weapon must be carried at all times. You decided on a nicely sized dagger that you wore strapped to your calf under your dress. It was easily concealed and fairly easy to pull out quickly. It’s probably something that you should’ve always had but it was “unladylike,” but you’ve proven yourself to be no lady. From then on out, you were wary. You couldn’t look upon the faces of the men in the same way. It made you more jumpy. You told yourself, though, that it made you more vigilant. It’s just unfortunate that it had to come out of this.

When Robb returned, he made a point to visit that night. You were just about to lay down to sleep when he walked in. “Y/N...” his voice was low. You met his eyes, still sitting down on your bed and offered him a smirk. “Didn’t worry too much, did you?” He sighed, though he smirked as well as he sauntered towards you. The young wolf then crouched in front of you, gently taking your injured hands, “Stop.. tell me, how are you feeling? Really?” The seriousness in his voice caught you off guard, though it did make sense. This wasn’t nothing. That man could’ve killed your or did unspeakable things.. or both. Every ounce of your being wanted to lean forward and close the gap between you two. It was a feeling you’d had many, many times over the years but especially now. In fact, it took all the self control in your little body not to do so. “I’m fine,” you insisted.

Robb sighed and stood up then sat down next to you. “I didn’t think any of my men would do something like that...” he said. It felt like the two of you were kids again and so, acting on that feeling, you leaned your head on his shoulder for comfort. Luckily, he didn’t move yet it still made you nervous. “I’ll see to it that someone gets punished. I--” You stopped him there. Lifting your head, you looked over at him. “Please don’t. I’m fine, I promise. I’ll be more careful, I know how to defend myself. There’s too much going on for you to punish anyone because one man crossed a line.” He looked to you, looking as if he wanted to say something more but instead settled on, “Fine. Just...” Another sigh. “Talisa will be around tomorrow with supplies to properly clean these up, okay?” With that, he headed out.

Of course she was. Sure, you were grateful that someone who was clearly talented in their craft had the supplies necessary to keep the army in the best condition. All you could think about, though, was the time the two of them got to spend alone. Why else would he have brought her along to such an important meeting? Catelyn was right, he fancied her. You wished desperately not to care but you did-- by the Gods, you did. Throwing yourself onto the bed, you eventually dozed off. It wasn’t a restful slumber though, no, you couldn’t stop imagining the things that must’ve happened on that little trip. The images haunted your dreams.

Shortly after you awoke, Talisa walked in, just as Robb promised. The immediate reaction was that of anger and you hated it. She was a kind woman, someone who was helping you greatly and yet you couldn’t help but to feel anger, hate, jealousy. That familiar Targaryen fire burned within your chest. “Here, this should really help,” the dark-haired woman said with a warm, genuine smile. It made you hate yourself for the contempt you felt towards her. She was good and yet you were filled with pitiful jealousy. “Thank you, really.” The words were forced but you did your best to sound truly thankful. It’s not that you weren’t but... still. “I would say they should be fairly healed within a fortnight, just try not to be too rough on your hands until then.” Did this mean Robb would try to keep you out of whatever conflicts that would come about between now and then? You hoped not but deep down you knew these two were.. close and she would surely tell him. Indigo eyes fell upon the fresh wound dressings on your hands before looking back up at her with a smile. “I take it you’re with us for the long haul, then?” She seemed caught off by your tone, as were you. You hadn’t meant for it to come off the way it did you just couldn’t help yourself. “I just mean... you’ve decided to stay with us? We could use someone with real skills,” you quickly added, chuckling to make the air less tense. “Oh.. yes! This war is getting ugly and... I just want to help those getting caught in the middle while the high lords sit in their castles plotting away not giving a second thought to the men who will die for them.” As she went on, she sounded more and more passionate. She truly did care for the people.. it made you feel even worse about disliking her. “You’re doing good work,” you said softly before standing. “Sorry, I have some things I need to tend to. Thank you again,” you added, hurrying out of the tent to find something else to keep you busy.

Later, you ended up sitting with Catelyn, who seemed even more troubled than usual as of late. “Lady Catelyn, is there something--” She took hold of your arm, “I must speak to you. But not here, somewhere private.” So the two of you ventured into her tent where no one would dare to disturb you. You sat while she paced, not saying a word. “He’s gone mad, Y/N! He loves this woman and you know I want nothing more than for my children to be happy but..” The shock was written all over your face. Sure, you suspected it but you absolutely dreaded being right. “I fear what this will bring. He wishes to marry her. I reminded him that he made an oath to Lord Frey but he insisted that he’d understand and respect his rule, so long as he offered him another deal. But I don’t trust it. He never truly respected Ned, I don’t believe he would respect Robb just because they call him a king now.” She was right. If this went through, this could change everything. This could spell disaster for their cause.

“Do you think he’ll truly go through with this?” you questioned softly. “Yes, he intends to do so as soon as possible and tell him only after the fact. I believe he plans to offer my brother in his place but I just...” You can see that her thoughts are racing. “I guess all we can do is hope that Lord Frey will accept his offer, then. We both know just how stubborn Robb is. If he loves this woman...” You have to swallow the lump in your throat and pray that Catelyn cannot see the devastation written on your face. “Then I hope she is a good queen and that she is worth all of this.” The older woman sat down next to you, letting out a defeated sigh. “I suppose so.”

The next thing you knew, it was revealed that Robb has made a queen of a Volantian woman named Talisa. In his place, Edmure Tully would marry a daughter of Lord Frey’s. He was a lord of a great house, yes, but he was no king. Walder had agreed to the new deal but Catelyn still felt uneasy and confided in you with her feelings.

That night, though, you buried yourself in the furs and used them to muffle your cries. You always knew that he’d marry some beautiful lady one day but it broke your heart nonetheless. When you cried the very last of your tears, you rolled over to reveal red, puffy eyes, feeling totally exhausted. The encampment was making another move tomorrow, and a risky one at that, so you quickly went to sleep. It was important to stay on alert. You weren’t really supposed to be involved in any conflict with your injuries but when did you let anything stop you?

Another memory replayed itself in your dream that night. It wasn’t long after your fourteenth name day. “I can see it, you know,” Jon spoke up from behind you and you jumped. Turning quickly, your brow furrowed. “And just what are you talking about?” you questioned. “I’ve always been able to read you like a book,” he chuckled, walking up to stand beside you. “Are you going to tell me what you’re on about, Snow?” you sighed. His voice suddenly became more serious, “You love him.” He looked out at Robb training in the courtyard just as you had been. Your face felt hot-- even more so than usual-- and your face went red.

“Wh--What are you talking about?!” The stutter certainly didn’t help your case. “I’ve known it for years. And maybe you’ve fooled them but you can’t fool me,” his tone was lighthearted again. “He could love you, too.” You scoffed, there was not a chance. Robb Stark loving a plain and honestly unappealing no name girl? Wasn’t that a laugh. “Have you gone mad?” You tore your eyes away from the courtyard to face him. “I’m serious. The way you look at him, that’s how he used to look at you when we were younger.” There is no way that was true. Even if it was, it didn’t matter. “Shut up,” you huffed, shoving him lightly.

Early that morning, just as the sun was peaking out from behind the mountains, you rode next to Catelyn as the northern forces advanced. Half-listening to her, your eyes never left Robb as you watched him ride alongside his queen. They radiated happiness and it made your heart ache. It would make sense to just be happy that he was so happy but you couldn’t force it. All you wanted was to pour your heart out and hope that it would change things. “Y/N?” Then Catelyn snapped you out of your thoughts. “Oh! My apologies, I’m just.. tired,” you said while laughing nervously. “I understand.” The older woman offered you a kind smile, giving you some relief. You had to remind yourself that without her kindness, you would’ve been slain in the arms of your mother and that making yourself heart sick over a man who was now called king was foolish.

Once everyone was settled in, you somehow convinced yourself to go and find Robb. You caught him just before he retired to his tent. “Your Grace,” you said, playfully curtseying. He rolled his eyes and you honestly couldn’t tell if it was a joke or if he was genuinely bothered. “I just wanted to let you know I’m happy for you. Your queen.. she’s beautiful and kind.. and much better than a Frey girl, I suppose,” you chuckled. “She is, isn’t she?” There was this look of wonder in his eyes. He really loved her. And you really loved him. How tragic. You can tell he wanted to return to her but you couldn’t let him go just yet. “So what is going to happen with that, then? I imagine Lord Frey isn’t very happy.” It felt like it was the most you’ve spoken in ages. “We sent a raven as soon as everything was official explaining everything. I proposed my uncle Edmure stand in my place. We were nervous but he sent one back saying he agreed. That’s where we’re headed, didn’t you know? We should reach the twins in a week, I’d expect. Less if we pick up the pace.” It was surprising, learning that Walder Frey had actually agreed to give up the betrothal to a king and settled for someone of, frankly, much lower status. “No, uh, I didn’t,” you replied. “Well find your best dress for the wedding,” he said with a grin that made you melt. “Sleep well,” he added, brushing softly past you and into his quarters.

All the news still had your head spinning and the racing thoughts kept you awake for most of the night. You hardly got any sleep before you were forced to keep moving. That day you couldn’t help but to notice the happy couple being extra smiley. It made you wonder what that was all about, but you couldn’t let this consume your thoughts. It was always possible that Lannister forces could stage a surprise attack, much like they had on them. There were much bigger things to worry about.

Just before the week was up, you all managed to arrive at your destination. The northern forces set up camp outside of the Frey stronghold. Just as Robb had said, you were searching your trunk for your best dress and head wrap. You’d forgotten that you had thrown in one of the ones that Sansa had sewn for you: a grey color with white detailing-- Stark colors. It made your eyes tear up, wondering where she was and how she was now. You would wear it tomorrow, you’d decide, knowing that she would like that. It’d go fine with a plain, light dress that was navy blue in color.

Finally, the occasion was here. You sat there, next to Catelyn, watching the ceremony. Everyone in the northern army seemed shocked to find that the Frey girl was actually quite beautiful but no one more than Edmure himself. His nervous expression quickly transitioned into a smile, causing you to smirk to yourself. She was still a Frey, though, so it’s not like everything was suddenly all better. But everything went to plan, a cheerful feast starting up just after. The hall was bustling with conversation and music but there was still just that bit of tension in the air. You just couldn’t shake the slightly uneasy feeling in your stomach.

The happy couple were rushed off to the “bedding ceremony,” something you found ridiculous, though not surprising that this family seemed so excited for it. Catelyn placed her hand on yours as if she somehow knew that you wanted nothing more than to stand up and leave. You looked up and met her eyes, head tilting with confusion. “I don’t like that look on his face,” she whispered to you, looking directly as Walder. “I think that’s just what he looks like, my lady,” you replied with a chuckle. She sighed as she looked back at you, “I suppose.”

It was then that he spoke up and the both of you quickly turned your attention to the old man. When you looked closer, you didn’t feel very good about the look on his face either. It was then that you noticed the change in the music to something that sounded quite odd for an occasion like this. He addressed Robb and his queen, saying that he hadn’t given a gift as a congratulations for their marriage. Furrowing your brow, you looked to Catelyn who had lifted the sleeve of Lord Bolton, who was seated next to her, revealing chainmail beneath. Something was terribly wrong and things escalated when she stood and slapped him, the sound nearly echoing throughout the room. Rising to your feet, you looked around and noticed that the doors to the hall had been shut and that’s when all hell broke loose.

It started with a Frey boy relentlessly stabbing the queen in her torso. You sucked in a breath with pure shock, then a crossbow bolt ended up in Robb’s shoulder and you shrieked, as did Catelyn. Startled by the noise, you looked back at her then back to him. Everything was moving so fast, it felt impossible to even move. Another bolt was shot into his shoulder, just missing his neck. Finally, you managed to step back from the table and look around. This was a slaughter. They had rounded everyone up, made sure they were vulnerable and killed every Northman they saw. But that’s when you spotted Lord Bolton take out a dagger and while you expected he would march to the head table to defend his king, you saw him clearly ready himself to attack him instead.

There was only seconds to act and even in your panicked state, you remembered the dagger you kept strapped to your leg. Weapons obviously weren’t welcome at a wedding but putting it on had become such a routine, you didn’t even think of it and thank the Gods you didn’t. Hurriedly grabbing it out from under your dress, you took off running. It was all a blur as your legs carried you along without any thinking involved. When you finally brought yourself back into the moment, your dagger was buried in Roose Bolton’s chest.

You gasped as you stared into his wide eyes, then quickly pulled back only to bump into something. Turning quickly, you were met with the sight of a badly injured but very much alive Robb Stark. Y/N had saved the King in the North-- a no name peasant had saved a king. The loud cry of Catelyn pulled your attention away only for you to see that a Frey held a knife to her neck from behind. “Please, Y/N! GO!” she yelled just before the man finished the deed. Without a second thought, you looped your arm around Robb’s and began running. He seemed to move only out of reflex and you briefly turned your gaze to him. “What are you doing?! We need to move!” you screamed over all the noise but he said nothing, not even looking into your eyes. There was no time to argue, though, so you conjured up every bit of strength in your body and made your way to the door, busting it open but not without getting an arrow through your shoulder-- a lucky shot. The adrenaline made it nearly impossible to feel, though. Of course, there was more men and more chaos outside but you somehow managed to fight your way through. All the bloodshed and craziness was a good distraction-- it seemed that no one really noticed that the Young Wolf had escaped.

It was a miracle. Despite the ongoing massacre, you somehow managed to free Robb’s direwolf and get the two of you up onto a horse to ride away from the insanity. You rode until all of you were exhausted, going deep into the nearest wood and collapsed against a tree. It seemed to be not long before noon the next day. He still never said a word and Grey Wind whimpered as he nudged at him. His eyes were completely empty, it was almost as if he had been killed. But your number one focus was tending to his injuries. Speaking of which, you had left the arrows lodged into him, not wanting to rip them out and cause more bleeding when you had no time to patch it up.

“Are you ready? This is going to hurt..” you said as you gripped the first bolt. His eyes met yours but still he said nothing. Taking a deep breath, you pulled it quickly as to not prolong the pain. He grunted but never said a word. Wait, you didn’t have any kind of plan. This is why you were a shit medic. Panicking, you pulled at the bottom of your dress and ripped away a piece of the cloth, wrapping it around the injury. Moving onto the next time, this time prepared with the cloth. Still, he didn’t say a single word. “Robb?” you whispered, getting close to try to get some kind of response. There was nothing, though. He was broken, seemingly beyond repair. Sighing, you leaned back against the tree and did the same to your own wound-- receiving no support from him-- before passing out from exhaustion.

When you awoke, it seemed to be the middle of the night. Grey Wind laid at your feet but woke up as soon as you stirred. He immediately growled, though calmed once he realized it was just you. Looking over, there laid the defeated king. It killed you to see him this way, feeling the defeat as well. But it was important to keep moving, it was the only hope of survival, so you shook him until he finally woke. “We need to go. If I’m correct, we keep heading this way and we should be able to reach Seagard.” Robb seemed to look right through you. The frustration was beginning to boil over. “I won’t just watch you lay down and die. Now let’s go.” Still nothing as you pulled him up onto the horse, calling for Grey Wind to follow.

It continued like this for the next few days. He never said a word. You rode to the point of exhaustion and survived off nothing but water and whatever you could find that was edible. It wasn’t possible to find an inn to stay in or a shop to buy from. You didn’t know who could and couldn’t be trusted-- even seeking refuge at Seagard was a risk, maybe they had chosen to betray him as well. Hope was beginning to dwindle, as was your strength, when you finally spotted a castle in the distance. You had found it. It was a shot in the dark but you made it. You chuckled, though tears spilled down your cheeks when you saw it. Gods, please let them remain loyal. After a deep breath, you rode up to the gates where men barked out orders for you to identify yourself.

“I am Y/N and I have with me the King in the North!” There was a lot out of shouting followed by the gates opening and you took the opportunity to ride in, Grey Wind following close behind. The both of you were quickly surrounded. “My king,” they declared in unison, each one falling onto one knee. Releasing the breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding, you broke into a weak smile. All of this wasn’t for nothing. You had made it.

The Mallisters saw to it that you two were properly cared for. Each of you was given a bath, fresh clothes, a meal and a warm bed. Even after everything, you found yourself unable to sleep that night. It was late and the castle was quiet as you snuck down the hall and into Robb’s room after knocking and not hearing any protest.

“Can you speak to me already?” Your tone was harsh, finally fed up with the silent treatment especially considering that he’d managed to work up the strength to speak to everyone else. He turned around slowly to look at you, “What do you want?” His voice was raspy and he sounded as tired as he looked. “I want you to say something! We made it somewhere safe because of me! I fought our way through everything to get here and you’ve barely even looked at me!” Frustrated tears spilled down your cheeks. “Do you want a thank you?” The anger in his tone never wavered as he came closer to you. “Did you ever stop to think why I never said anything? I didn’t care to make it out of there, Y/N! My wife is dead, my child is dead.” A child? You had no idea. “And my mother. What else do I have?!” His gradual raise in tone caused you to jump back, head tilted with confusion as the tears continued to flow. “You have people who are counting on you. What happened was... terrible but these people named you their king and you promised their freedom. You promised to bring your sisters home! All of that is hopeless without you. I did what I did for your mother!” And because I love you. “So you can’t just lay down and die. I won’t let you. You have me, Robb.” He seemed surprised to see you fight back so hard. There was a long silence. “Get out,” he practically growled. “Robb--” you went to protest. “I said get out,” he raised his volume slightly. Giving him one last look, you turned and walked out.

Doing your best to remain quiet as the continuous stream of tears spilled down your cheeks, you hurried to your room. This was it. The final straw. You did everything you possibly could, brought him somewhere safe. Now it was up to him now to do what was right. It was becoming quite clear what your next move should be.

CUT TO THIRD PERSON.

Sleep continued to evade him as the sky began to light up. Robb felt sick, his mind replaying all that had happened and racing with all the ways he should’ve been able to stop it. Then he felt an intense guilt. She saved him. She fought like a true warrior to save him. All the times she could’ve given up along the way, she didn’t. All of this effort and he repaid her by screaming in her face telling her that he didn’t want any of it. His grief was no excuse to treat a woman who had been there for him his whole life like that. A woman who threw her own safety to the wayside just to save him. He knew that he needed to apologize and that it couldn’t wait.

He made his way down the hall, thinking of what he could possibly say to make things better. “I’m sorry” would be first, obviously, but that certainly wasn’t enough. After hearing no protest and assuming she must’ve been asleep or in the same position he had been, he pushed the door open. As his eyes scanned the room, there was no sign of her. Her trunk still sat at the foot of the bed but she was no where to be found. Confused, he walked to a desk in the corner of the room where a candle was still burning. There sat a letter, addressed to him with ink that was still wet.

Robb,

First, I must tell you why I need to leave. I should have long before this and I suspect you will agree. My name, my true name, is Visenya II Targaryen and I am the youngest child of the Mad King.

Those first lines made him fall down into the chair, feeling weak from the shock.

...

Continued.

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fic rec: Are You Mine? and I Want Some More by PoetHrotsvitha

fandom: Assassin’s Creed: Syndicate

pairing: Evie Frye/Jacob Frye

word count: 54k and 50k respectively (one is a direct sequel to the other)

Is it canon: yes

Is it explicit: this is the most explicit material i have thus far reviewed on this blog

Is it endgame: yesssss

Is it shippable: yes

One thing you guys should know about me is I don’t read a great deal of smut. I don’t actively avoid it either, and I for sure consume more smut in the context of fanfic than in professional published fiction because I feel the following quote in my bones: “It wasn’t that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be … friendship-ized.” So when I stumbled on this fic that is 80% smut stretched over the thinnest pretext of plot, based on source material I have zero familiarity with, what did I do but fall headlong for this pairing and this story. Bless you, anon who brought Fryecest to my attention, and praise the Lord for modern AUs where knowledge of canon is not mandatory.

Jacob and Evie Frye are twins born into an Assassin family and raised by their exacting taskmaster of a father to take down the Templars. There’s no Templars or Assassins in this modern AU of course, just Evie’s looming A-Levels and their absent academic of a father. Evie’s still the golden child, of course—she’ll follow in their father’s footsteps and get her Ph.D. Jacob is the problem child. He’s already fallen in with the Wrong Crowd, he’s impulsive, he drinks and gambles and mostly solves problems with his fists. His relationship with their dad is hella strained. And because this is supposed to be PWP the author wastes no time in ratcheting the sexual tension up to 11 by having Jacob pick Evie up from her posh school on his MOTORCYCLE, each of them pretending not to be so turned on they could have combusted from desire by the end of the ride. Cool cool cool.

Their relationship begins barreling in a dom/sub direction almost from the word go. Evie is one thousand percent the take-charge, Type-A personality, so the idea is that she needs to relinquish that control in the bedroom, and Jacob is the only one she trusts to dominate her. Because they’re twins and they balance each other out adfkdfkdfjdkfd. The scene in the beginning where Jacob tells her not to button up her blouse while she’s making breakfast, and she actually listens to him instead of ignoring or insulting him, holy shit that was hot. It starts so small but eventually he’s got her wearing a wireless vibrator to class and begging for her “punishment” when she takes it out without his permission because it was too distracting.

I imagine this is what the 50 Shades of Grey phenomenon was about. I haven’t read 50 Shades of Grey myself, but I’ve interacted with people who rave about it and clearly got something out of those books, bad as they were. I’m not trying to compare the quality of this story to 50 Shades of Grey—it’s lightyears superior to that dreck—just that when I finished this fic I had the dazed realization that this was why people read smut.

There’s a throwaway line in Jacob’s internal monologue where he muses “they seem to be going about this backwards,” because he’s buying flowers for her the day after fingering her to a screaming orgasm, and yes I am 100% here for this trope. Ffs he sits with her in the library to keep her company while she studies! He waits for her/escorts her to her one hundred and one extracurricular activities! He’s a really immature 17-year-old and he’d never dream of doing this for anyone else, but when it comes to Evie he becomes suddenly sweet and thoughtful and solicitous. He’s constantly pausing in the middle of sex to ask for her enthusiastic & affirmative consent and reminding her to use the safe word. At the same time he’s madly jealous when anyone else shows a flicker of interest in her and he regularly makes her admit he “owns” her during their role-play. They are each other’s firsts which for some reason is really important to me in these kinds of they’re-teenagers-exploring-their-sexuality setups. This is Evie hitting up the lingerie boutique in preparation for their FIRST WEEKEND GETAWAY:

“I’m going away for the weekend with my-” Evie almost stumbled on the word, “-boyfriend.” What a strange concept.

I AM TRASH FOR THIS INCEST TROPE i love the way she stumbles over that word. Bc that’s not the box that Jacob occupies for her, is it? He’s much more than that. I love the way she alternates between begging him to put it in her cunt and calling him a prat and a shitheel; just because he’s the love of her life doesn’t make him stop being her insufferable little brother. You know what else I’m trash for? ALL the sneaking around tropes. One time while sexting with him in a storage closet at school she’s busted by one of the teachers and only barely has time to lock her phone before he confiscates it.

So the first fic ends with their dad finding the sexts and nudes on Evie’s phone, disowning them both, and Evie choosing to go to University of Edinburgh because their dad knows too many people at Oxbridge. The twins get a flat together and it’s happily ever after. Except no! In the sequel it’s ten years later and Evie and Jacob have returned to the house they grew up in to say goodbye to their dying father, and they’re ESTRANGED OH NO WHAT HAPPENED. Evie has a four-year-old in tow. We find out in fairly short order that the kid is Jacob’s, but Jacob doesn’t find out the truth until we’ve sent him through the angst wringer. The fic is about how they grieve and reconcile and how Jacob learns to parent, and this one is actually like 60% plot and I think I like it even better than the first one. This author’s note really spoke to me:

I’ve read a fair number of sibling incest modern AU fics in a few different fandoms and they all tend to end at “and then they ran away from their families and lived happily ever after/epilogue of sexy fun times possibly with the introduction of hey they've had a kid!”. And I mean I love that, don't get me wrong. But I guess I’m also weirdly preoccupied with the part about what comes after that, because it always seemed far too dreadfully simple an outcome. Normal relationships are rarely that easy, so why would these be? Then again I'm probably putting too much thought into a porn fic, LOL.

DEAR @poethrotsvitha, THIS IS A SIGNED PETITION TO PLEASE NEVER STOP OVERTHINKING THE PLOT OF YOUR PORN FICS. Like, nobody starts fucking their brother unless they really mean it, because the risk of the relationship going pear-shaped and the two of you still being stuck in each other’s orbit because there’s no “breaking up” with family? That’s a big risk. And also why incest pairings feel so high-stakes and I am trash for them, obvs. One of the reasons the dom/sub dynamic is so integral to their relationship was because Evie had a tendency to dictate to Jacob what he “can and can’t do,” and he understandably chafed against it sometimes. It’s what led to their breakup five years ago. And so him taking charge in the bedroom is a kind of counterbalance, and there’s a scene in this fic where she lets him role-play a noncon situation as a way to partly soothe his jealousy.

To a large extent it’s their son who brings about their reconciliation, but their son is also a hyperactive little git who throws a monkey wrench in their sex life, so now instead of hiding their relationship from their dad they’re tiptoeing around a four-year-old. And the big character development that happens on Jacob’s part is him recognizing that Thomas is Evie’s #1 priority now, and there comes a moment where he has to make a difficult decision to prioritize the two of them in his own life, too (by quitting his job and ending a toxic relationship). The other thing I really liked was how Jacob thinks ruefully he could have gone a another round if he were ten years younger, which he’s not, but Evie seems satisfied and that’s what matters. The recognition that he’s not a teenager anymore, and doesn’t have the stamina of one, but he’s also more mature and this time he’ll be able to give Evie what she needs? Oh, my heart. Like I said I loved them being each other’s firsts as teenagers but this, this second chance they’ve got as adults, this is beautiful.

Ok so this is Evie begging Jacob to fuck her in a closet in the middle of their dad’s funeral service??!:

“Please, I just need to forget. Just for a little bit- I need to forget, please-” Oh, God, this was a terrible idea. A terrible idea that she would die before she stopped- she felt like an addict after years of sobriety, pushed by stress and grief to needing that all-consuming high that she'd never quite been able to forget. Her fingers worked at his belt, pulling it open, unbuttoning his trousers to draw the heel of her palm along where he was already hard. “Evie,” he rasped, shuddering against her touch. “Shh,” she said, tucking his pants down enough to pull his cock free, giving it a few firm strokes. “Shh.” If they talked, it would be too real. It had to be rushed and frantic, to feel like it was just the once, to ease the ache in her chest.

And this is after they finish (“if only it could have lasted forever”):

Silently, she turned to let him zip up her dress … There was a warmth against the back of her neck as she felt him draw her hair aside and press a kiss to the sensitive skin, hesitant and uncertain. "Thank you," she breathed into the darkness, listening to the click of his belt as it slid back into place. He just sighed, leaning his forehead against her shoulder, saying a million things without speaking a word.

LEANING HIS FOREHEAD FOR A MILLISECOND AGAINST HER SHOULDER OMFG I AM DECEASED

Ok so to return an earlier point: When you want a canon incest happy ending in a modern setting (as opposed to if you’re both Targaryens) the most popular option is run away and live as an unrelated couple, which necessitates cutting ties with everyone you’ve ever known. This may be more or less difficult depending on the quantity and quality of those ties; unless this is Flowers in the Attic and you’ve literally been locked in the attic for years there’s bound to be people you care about other than your sibling so this is a monumental ask. The Fryes choose option B, “living openly as siblings and keeping the incest on the dl”. This option is not without risk, of course, since exposure is always a possibility, and Evie has to put up with the other moms at Thomas’s preschool eyeing Jacob like a piece of meat. Still, it means Thomas gets to bake cookies with his grandmother, who would not have let Evie and Jacob back in her life if they flaunted the truth. I mean, it’s not that she doesn’t know her kids are fucking, it’s just that a don’t-ask-don’t-tell policy allows everyone’s relationships to remain intact:

She seemed to be struggling to get the words out. “Is Thomas…” There were a few ways that this question could go, as far as Jacob could see, and he didn’t particularly want to deal with any of them. He leaned against the counter, palms rigid against the cold surface. “I’m really tired, Mother.” “I know. I just…” There was a terrible pause. “Are— are you and Evie…” Still facing the toaster, Jacob closed his eyes. He couldn’t muster a lot of fake outrage, but he planned to deny everything anyway. He didn’t care about how plausible it was. It was easier for everyone that way, especially Mother. Before he could open his mouth, though, Mother’s chair scraped back. “Actually, never mind. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Every Wednesday Evie (who’s moved back in with her mom) leaves Thomas with his grandma and goes to “book club” which is really date night at Jacob’s. And the two of them get right up to their old tricks:

When he gave her just the slightest nudge upwards with his hips, she finally let a broken whisper rasp out. “I can't- I want- please-” Jacob clicked his tongue. “You know what I want you to say.” She twisted her neck around again, and he could see that her eyes were now glassy with longing. “Huh?” “It's simple— just ‘My greedy cunt belongs to my brother’. “ “I will not."

The process of turning that initial “no” into a “yes” is scorchingly hot so there you go, I love these two, I love this fic, I have definitely seen the light and I'm ready to embrace smut.

#fic rec #jacob x evie #evie x jacob #fryecest #jacob frye #evie frye #poethrotsvitha

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florescentiia-blog · 5 years

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hi everyone! my name is jane, and i started writing beth a few months ago and i have grown to love her oh so very much. fortunately for everyone, this will be the first time i’ve written her as relatively happy. but don’t be too comfortable! i live for angst, and because of that... beth is still sad, just not as sad as she normally is when i write her! i hope everyone learns to love my little bundle of joy as much as i do! please, don’t be afraid to hmu, and for those mentioned in her things... PLEASE come at me for plots! you’ll most likely get best contact with me through discord, iiimpasse#7313

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Name: jane

Age: 19

Timezone: GMT 2:00

Pronouns: she/her

Triggers: suicide, especially involving guns.

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Character you're applying for: beth Cassel

Face Claim: charlotte hope

List 3 or more headcanons about your character:

The Cassel's are no stranger to death: Rodrik Cassel lost all his previous daughters and all his former wives. The gods had indeed blessed him when the auburn-haired little girl took her first breath and cried her first cry. Blessed when his wife was there to take care of her, too. But all blessings came to an end when lady Eliza Cassel became ill. Beth was only 5 at the time, nothing but a child with no real concept of what death was. Lady Cassel only lasted four weeks before she died in her sleep. i. Since losing her mother at such a young age, beth has struggled, especially with becoming close to other girls. Raised by a rough man, beth didn't really understand what it meant to be a lady, but that was what her father wanted to be, and so she did her best to do so. Determination has always driven beth headfirst into her success, and since she was determined to be the perfect lady, she was: the only one topping her in any of their sessions being lady Sansa herself, whom beth became rather close with despite the differences in age. To this very day, beth strives to be more like Sansa. ii. Beth only has faint memories of her mother, and those memories define who beth is as a person. She recalls her mother being kind, gentle, unbearably loving - so that is who beth became; kind, gentle, unbearably caring. She could remember the sound of her mother's voice, singing soft tunes to soothe her aching heart. So she began to sing. she could remember her mother making silly little sketches whenever she had the chance, so beth began to draw.

Growing up, beth was very shy. Even as an adult, she was timid. She struggled to speak to people she wasn't used to, which made it hard for her to get used to anyone. Her father tried to push her onto the kids around her, doing his best to edge her towards the stark girls whenever she would come to watch him train the boys, urging the boys he taught to ask her to dance during any parties. She rarely accepted, but she became quickly and easily attached to the stark children; since she has grown, she had pledged herself to the family. i. Beth had little to no friends. She mostly spent her time by herself, singing, drawing, sometimes dancing. If she wasn't doing any of those things, she was watching the boys train. Eventually, her solitude and refusal to leave when Rodrik was training, he began teaching her how to use the bow and arrow at the young age of nine. She caught on quick, and by the time she reached 13, she was a sure shot. ii. Because of her lack of friendships, romance is something that beth is entirely clueless on. Although she's had crushes in her past: Arryk Stark, Rickon Stark, basically the whole Targaryen family (because they were beautiful: all of them), she had yet to ever experience love. She hasn't called someone hers, and she hasn't belonged to anyone before. iii. Beth is consistently worried about the fact that she has not found someone yet: what was wrong with her, that no one wanted to love her? She did not believe she was cute, but she knew she wasn't the most terrible looking girl in Winterfell. She did everything a good lady, a good wife, should be able to do. She longs to give her father a grandchild, to have a family, to love a man, and give him a good heir.

All growing up, beth believed that she would have her family started already by the time she was 22. But a long life of shyness has left her without anything, no husband, no babies, no home of her own. She fears she might be a failure, and that haunts her daily. She does her best to hide it, though. No one wants a sad wife. i. Instead of having a husband and a baby by the age of 22, Beth Cassel was a sure-shot. She competed against others, won most of the medals, too. She often accompanied lord Arryk Stark on hunting trips, and in any case of battle, she would go with them. Because of her love of archery, she grew close with Theon Greyjoy. The two became friendly but competitive. Beth doesn't like that she isn't as good as him: she aspires to be so.

CHARACTER STATS -

birth year: 285 ac

marital status: single

sexuality: heterosexual

pronouns / gender: female, she/her

moral alignment: lawful good

sun sign: Sagittarius

positive traits: loving, loyal, understanding, cooperative, determined

negative traits: timid, naive, insecure, skeptical, (too) trusting.

CHARACTER HISTORY / BRIEF DESCRIPTION:

Beth Cassel is the only living daughter of Ser Rodrik Cassel and Eliza Cassel and is nothing but a rose blossoming in the snow. She was born in Winterfell in the middle of a snowstorm in 285 AC, known as the spark of life in the middle of all that death. Since she was born, she's had a love for the snow, for Winterfell, for arts of all kind. Although she does her best to talk and interact with everyone who crosses her path and leave them feeling better than they had before they met her, she's shy and has few friends, though she wants that to change.

#dwl.intro #a rose : blossoming in the snow ; headcanons

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illyrianbeauty · 6 years

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Rattled Star: Part 31

Her older sisters would tease her endlessly. Her boyfriend, Tamlin, would tell her that she was being stupid. For those reasons, and also wanting a taste of freedom, Feyre Archeron didn’t tell anyone she was going to a book signing featuring her favorite author. After nearly missing the event entirely, she meets a violet eyed stranger. She knows she should forget all about him. After all, she’s in love with Tamlin, isn’t she?

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As Feyre ran down the sidewalk, she paid little attention to where she was going. She nearly collided with a middle-aged man as she tore down the street. None of that mattered to her though. The only thing she could focus on was her rising mortification. How had things gone so wrong? Why had she tried to kiss him? Cauldron, she was such an idiot! She had just ruined everything!! How could she possibly ever face him again? She had been so sure that he had felt something for her. Obviously not, seeing how he had reacted when she kissed him. The thought of seeing him every single day, seeing the pity in his eyes, had her hissing in frustration. Maybe she should ask Mor if she could move in with her...

Feyre stumbled in her precariously high heels, nearly falling face first onto the sidewalk. Swearing ferociously, she skidded to a stop. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she took in her surroundings. Her eyes widened as the realization of her current predicament struck her. She was utterly and completely lost! She bit her lower lip harshly, willing herself not to breakdown in the middle of the crowded street.

Feyre wrapped her arms around herself and took a deep breath. Focus Feyre! The party was at his father’s company, which wasn’t far from the Plaza. She should be able to get a cab from there and get back to her… and get back to Rhys’s place. Feyre rummaged through her purse. She should have enough money for a hotel for the evening. Maybe she should just move back home with her father. She cringed at the thought as she spun in a circle, attempting to regain her bearings.

“FEYRE!” Rhys yelled. SHIT! She whirled around, facing the direction his voice was coming from. Her face blanched as she watched him running up the sidewalk towards her. She glanced around, desperately looking for a place to hide. Feyre didn’t think her heart could handle hearing him saying he didn’t want her. She turned on her heel and began running in earnest. Damn these shoes! Her lip pulled back in a snarl as she slowed down long enough to rip them off her feet.

“FEYRE! WAIT! PLEASE!” he hollered, his words laced with desperation. Feyre hesitated, slowing her pace slightly. Really, there was nowhere for her to go. She had no hope of out running him, not barefoot at least. Her jaw tightened as she halted her movements. The sound of his pounding footsteps grew closer, though she refused to turn around and face him.

“Feyre, thank the Cauldron!” he panted, seemingly out of breath from chasing her.

“Can we please not do this, Rhys?”

“Just let me explain. Please.”

“There’s nothing to explain,” she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Feyre Archeron. Turn around and look at me. Please.” he pleaded. She slowly pivoted around to face him, reluctantly meeting his piercing gaze.

Her lower lip quivered as she said, “There’s nothing to say, Rhysand. I kissed you and you didn’t kiss me back.”

He ran a hand roughly through his hair and said, “Shit, Feyre. I’m so sorry. Would you please let me explain myself?”

She laughed bitterly, “I really don’t want to listen to you explaining how you don’t have any romantic interest in me and that you hope we can still be friends.” Rhys’s mouth dropped open as he stared at her in disbelief.

“You’re kidding me, right?” he snorted.

Feyre narrowed her brows and hissed, “Don’t you dare make fun of me, Rhysand Nos.” Rhys tipped his head back and began roaring with laughter.

“You fucking prick,” she hissed venomously as she began to stalk off. Rhys reached out and gently took hold of her elbow.

“You really don’t know, do you?” he chuckled.

She yanked her arm out of his grasp and snarled, “Know what? That I’m a fucking joke to you? Yeah, I know that now. Thank you for that.”

He threw his hands in the air in exasperation and said, “You are not a fucking joke to me. By the Cauldron, Feyre… I’ve been in love with you since I first day I met you.” Feyre stared at him wide-eyed, trying to make sense of his words.

“What?” she stammered. She must have heard him wrong. There’s no way he just said that he loved her. How could he? He wouldn’t have reacted to her kiss that way if he actually had any feelings for her. Rhys stepped forward and took her hands into his.

“Feyre Archeron, I am so stupid in love with you that I can’t think straight half the time I’m around you.”

“But you didn’t kiss me back,” she said hoarsely, tears falling from her eyes. Rhys cupped her face with his hands and leaned forward, kissing the tip of her nose. The way he was looking at her and the tenderness he showed while holding her… did he truly feel that way?

“Honestly, I panicked.”

“You panicked?” she said slowly, giving him a half smile.

“I have wanted to kiss you since you accused me of stealing your sketches at the book signing. When you kissed me, I was so caught off guard that I just… froze.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her.

“But you like me?” she asked hesitantly, still not quite believing his words.

“Yes, Feyre Darling. Very much,” he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He learned forward, resting his forehead against hers.

“Oh.”

Rhys pulled back slightly and purred, “Can we try that kiss again?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and smirked, “I don’t know. You weren’t very good at it the first time I tried.”

Rhys surged forward, capturing her lips with his. She opened her mouth to him, deepening the kiss. The first brush of his tongue against hers had her moaning into his mouth. Rhys grasped her hips, tugging her impossibly closer to him. It wasn’t nearly close enough though. She craved the feeling of his skin against hers. Feyre grasped his hair and tugged slightly on the ends. She ground her hips against his; desperate to relieve the ache that was growing between her thighs. Rhys’s answering growl sent shivers down her body. He pulled back, breaking the kiss. They were both breathing heavily as they clung to one another.

“As much as I would like to continue this Darling, we are in the middle of the sidewalk,” he said, pressing his lips to her forehead.

“There’s an alley down that way,” she said, raising her eyebrows mischievously.

He nuzzled her neck and said, “I’ve waited this long, Feyre Darling. I can wait until we get home.” She could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing into her hip. She ground against his length, causing him to hiss at the contact.

“Why wait?” she said, her voice edged with desire.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he said, nipping her earlobe lightly.

Feyre groaned, “I’m going to be the death of you? I think you mean the other way around. You’re the one teasing me. You’re sure you don’t want to go into the alley?”

He smirked, “I don’t want to have an audience when I make you moan, Feyre.” She huffed a laugh and leaned her head on his chest.

“You’re such a nerd.”

“You love it.” They stood in silence for a moment, content with just holding one another.

“Rhys?”

“Yes, Feyre Darling?” he said as he pressed another kiss to her brow. It seemed as though once he started to kiss her, he was unable to stop.

“You love me?” she whispered.

His arms tightened around her slightly as he said, “ I do.”

“Good, because I think I might love you too.”

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hooksandhappyendings-blog · 7 years

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The Case for Jonsa: Why Jonerys will be one-sided at best

First, yes this is very anti-Jonerys and it is pretty brutal. I understand why Jonerys shippers will have a problem with that so there’s no need to call me delusional or pathetic. Please keep in mind, we don’t choose who we ship.

Also, I am spoiler free. If you know something from a leak that negates one of my theories please keep it to yourself.

So, why do I believe Jon and Dany’s relationship will be almost entirely one-sided? While I do believe that a Jonerys marriage is inevitable and that the writer’s have attempted to show physical attraction between the two, I do not believe that any romantic interest will be equal on both sides. I think it’s clear from this episode that Dany has already fallen hard for the brooding King in the North while Jon... not so much. For clarity’s sake I’m going to include the evidence I discussed in my post The Case for Jonsa, but there are definitely some new scenes to examine. Let’s begin:

First, Dany’s feelings are no mystery. We saw her panties fall off when Jon pet her dragon (if you know what I mean), and when he stood up to her and said he was a king the woman practically fanned herself. But while she’s literally tearing up at the thought of Jon leaving, there is a tremendous (almost surprising) lack of a similar affection from her crush. Let’s go scene by scene. The cave should have been a sexy moment. But every move to close the space between them was made by Daenerys. Other than prolonged eye contact (which could easily be explained by him basically begging for his people’s lives) he doesn’t step towards her. When he takes her by the arm it’s a surprising gesture, but how many times has Jon been told how damn pretty he is? I think it makes a lot of sense that he would use his broody northmen charm in such a desperate moment. He knew that cave would be a cozy place (and a cavelike atmosphere has worked out well for him in the past). What a perfect place to butter up this dragon queen. Now, by no means am I saying he was trying to seduce her. But I think it’s a fair assumption that his main goal was to soften her up and I think he’s self-aware enough to know a little intense eye contact goes a long way with the ladies. On the cliff with the dragon, despite constant longing looks from her, he barely makes eye contact and feels no need to reveal the truth behind Davos’ comment about a knife to the heart. She has talked a lot about herself but he seems completely uninterested in opening up. This shows he doesn’t trust her. He’s tried to convince her to join him and she has proven herself to be her father’s daughter. The time for sexy stares is over. All he wants now is to leave with his life. At the painted table Dany takes every opportunity to convey the GRRM equivalent of acting like a schoolgirl. She wants him soooooo bad and I think the feelings are already pretty deep. Jon on the other hand seems oblivious to her aching gaze and childlike blush. And I am not trying to belittle her. I have no problem with women getting all hot and bothered at men thumping their chests, just read my fanfiction. But in the context of ASoIaF that is seriously how it comes off. An infatuated girl falling all over herself for a guy she barely knows. I mean, when was the last time we saw this kind of thing? Joffrey and Sansa come to mind, and that’s what makes it so surprising.

Second, if this “epic love story” I keep hearing about is happening they are seriously running out of time. Why spend multiple episodes conveying Daenerys’ obvious feelings for Jon and not show anything in response? They had so many opportunities, both in the past and in this episode, to develop a mutual attraction and it just isn’t there at all. I think that’s a bit odd. All of her gawking goes completely unnoticed. Her explanations of her actions are met with barely concealed disapproval. He’s not interested, he’s not intrigued, and he’s not buying what she’s selling. I think this is setting the tone for the future of their relationship. It makes perfect sense that she would want to marry him, but absolutely no sense that he would feel the same. Not with the utter lack of attraction towards her so far. If a union happens it will be strictly political. I think that much is very clear already.

Third, even if they had the time for such a development, Dany’s actions, in this episode and the ones previous, make it unlikely that getting to know her more would inspire any love from Jon. The Loot Train Massacre aside, the surrender on the hill is a perfect example of her making a decision that would repulse Jon in every way. Everyone keeps asking “What else was she supposed to do?” as if the alternative to burning a father and son alive to make a point is such a riddle. Take them prisoner. TRY to convince them to join her side. We all know Tarly was on the fence about Cersei anyway. Tyrion probably could have brought them over with the right leverage. When the Greyjoy’s rebelled Ned Stark found a way to end the family line without slaughtering them. That’s exactly the kind of solution Jon would have looked for. Instead, she gave them a choice, join or die, and then killed them within seconds. There is no diplomacy in her campaign, but, contrary to what the Dany die-hards say, there is room for it. When the Unsullied took the Rock, Tyrion boasted that her army would win because they believed in her. Because they loved her. Had she listened to him she could have grown that army. Instead, she now has a military force made of soldiers who fight out of fear, and it appears she intends to continue with that strategy. She’s slowly moving away from the Breaker of Chains and is becoming what amounts to just another Targaryen conqueror. In episodes 3 and 4, Jon seems to soften to Dany when she talks about working together and showing mercy to her enemies. But, that’s not the path she’s walking anymore. She even says so. “I’m not here to put men in chains.” Ok, Breaker of Chains, makes sense. But then, “If that becomes an option, many will take it.” Which means she isn’t thinking like a liberator anymore. She’s not planning on waging war by winning the hearts of the people. She’s going to do it with fire and blood. This is not Jon’s way. It will never be Jon’s way. Unless her character does a complete 180 just in time for a handful (if that) of scenes with Jon, he will never love her. Attraction? Maybe. Friendship? Possibly. But romance? Anyone who thinks that is kidding themselves.

I’d like to end on a note about one of Jon’s lines. As they watch the dragons flying overhead Dany says they’re beautiful. Jon says, “Not the word I was thinking of.” then when she glares at him he says “But yes.” which was clearly only for her benefit. I believe this line refers to the fact that the Mother of Dragons has bought into her own hype. She looks at her style of warfare and sees only the silver lining. She sees her peaceful reign over a thriving country liberated from the tyranny of a false queen. But when Jon gets a look at what she’s doing he’ll see her conquering people who, as much as we hate to admit it, don’t really want to be liberated. She isn’t breaking chains and she isn’t taking prisoners. She’s taking the Seven Kingdoms whether they want to be taken or not. Jon couldn’t be further from such a ruler. He didn’t demand his crown. In fact, it was practically forced upon him. He didn’t conquer anything, which is why her comparison on the cliff makes no sense. Jon may have killed thousands at the BOB, but he was taking back his home and rescuing HIS people from a usurper they didn’t want. Westeros isn’t Dany’s home. Her family was overthrown by the people in a war, not slaughtered at a wedding by traitors from within in exchange for power. They see everything differently. They go about everything differently. She admires him for principals she herself does not have, and because of that their romantic relationship will always be one-sided. This I am absolutely sure of.

With these metas I always get the comment “Why do you have to hate on Jonerys? Why can’t you just ship Jonsa without disproving another ship.” I kind of get this complaint but not really. In order for my Jonsa theory to happen I kind of have to dispute Jonerys because there isn’t a lot of room in the story for a complex love triangle. I’m sorry if my opinions upset those who disagree with me, but as long as I’m not spouting my views off in the Jonerys tags I really don’t think it should bother you.

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missfieryheart · 7 years

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Rules: list 10 of your favorite female characters in 10 diffrent fandoms and then tag 10 people

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I was tagged by @lastmouseleft , thank you for tagging me ;-*

Spoiler alert – since I describe why, hence I will give away things from the universe they come from.

Mabel / The Pirate Movie (1982)

My first influence of: I don’t want to be a pretty princess, when I got this hunk of a man. I loved the movie as it put aside the stereotype of being a pretty woman and instead following your heart… or the lust in the lower region really, though I never got that reference until I grew up ^^ it was just kissy-kiss back then ^^

Rey / Star Wars

Having overcome a lot of hard ache, like a ton, she still comes out a light. Kind towards those who she deems friends and fiercely protective towards herself and those she cares for.

Caroline Forbes / The Vampire Diaries

Despite utter hatred to the shallow blonde in the beginning, Caroline Forbes grew on me. When she turned, she showed restraint and focus like no other. There is a kind heart in her that I love and though I cheered mostly for Big Bad Damon and Elena to get freaky, it was Caroline I choose in this universe that truly inspired and awed me.

Sarah Kerrigan aka The Queen of Blades / StarCraft

Betrayed and left behind on a hostile planet, Sarah is transformed into a queen of the monsters she once fought. Despite her alien look, let’s be honest; she is rocking those scales. When she came back thanks to the man she loved, she will do everything and more to save the galaxy and the man she loves in return. A beautiful story and oh how I have cheered when she slashed up ppl… I know, I know, it sounds bad ^^

Selene / Underworld

Speaking of kicking ass: Selene as the vampire “Death Dealer”. A one-woman kick ass team that follows her gut instinct and doesn’t follow her superiors’ orders, but is thinking for herself and takes action when need be. Plus the love story is just delicious :-)

Margot Robbie’s version of Harley Quinn / Suicide Squad

There is a lot, a LOT of versions of the Joker and his hard hitting sidekick, but this version of her, I like the best. Apparently the movie had cut it, so the relationship had weeded out the most violent parts, to soften the relationship from all the other versions we know. As a kid I saw Tom & Jerry alongside the cartoon with batman, Joker and Harley. The abuse didn’t hit me back then, but I already had a soft spot for the loving, hard-hitting, ass-kicking woman back then. This movie gives a softer edge to their relationship. They are still bat-shit-crazy, but it’s a less violent one than before. Hence why I wrote Margot’s version of her.

Daenerys Targaryen / Game of Thrones

As cliché as I can be, I love her. I do love a lot more female characters on the show, but this list was ONE female from each universe, so Dany ends up on my list because she ‘has a good heart’, she thinks of her people before herself. Knows she can’t leave enslaved people behind despite her dream is up for grabs if only she takes the bribe/hush money and let the slavers keep enslave… and she’s got freaking dragons! ^^

Vanessa Ives / Penny Dreadful

Her dark demeanor and interesting story throughout the series had be captured. A tormented soul that – as further into the show we got – was more troubled than we initially thought. It’s a tragic tale and how she, despite convinced she will end up in Hell for her actions, still tries her hardest to keep on the straight and narrow.

Catherine de’ Medici / Reign

To love her is to hate her… or is it the other way around?? I first would have said Mary, until I got my eyes up for Queen Catherine as a wonderfully sarcastic character. Her snarky remarks is indeed something to enjoy (though I could be without her numerous deadly plots). A wonderful woman and a mother that will do just about anything for her children – really, anything! Lady is a bit crazy sometimes ^^

Ellen Ripley / Alien movies

First no powers other than sheer willpower and guts, she fight against the aliens. Further along in the movies – spoiler alert – when she becomes … something else… is where I definitely cheered for her and her being freaking awesome… I kinda like cheering for monsters and what not… looking at the list its kinda bleak ^^ :-P

This was my list and so the tagging goes on ^^ 10 new people to tag… Hopefully I tag someone that hasn’t already been tagged for this :-)

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Toss Catherine de' Midici... : Leetah / Elfquest (comic books) I had to toss out Queen Catherine for this one, because to be honest, it didn't take more than a few minutes before I realized one of my primary influences as strong females was the elf girl Leetah. She was everything I wanted to be and still to this day I sometimes re-read the older comics online (they have a website). It's a wonderful story and despite her later hardship in battle (hates violence) she was a powerhouse of a woman ^^ (I know it's kinda cheating but fun and sharing is the rules so I guess I'm okay ^^ )

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