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[sky-high-standards]

Yandere King x Queen reader

(Usual warnings guys yandere behavior betrayal and mass murder REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN, and this is a bit like my other yandere King story)

You were the ruler of a strong kingdom you were admired by all due to your wisdom and independence there weren't many other Kingdoms ruled by a woman without a husband, so you were made famous for this, but you constantly got marriage proposals from Princes Dukes and Kings of many Kingdoms, but you refused each one which only made them desire you more and the proposals kept on coming but there was one man who you thought was different he was the King of a nearby Kingdom that you had an alliance with.

You met him at a ball you came only for trading opportunities and kept to yourself until a drunk man grabbed you by your waist and tried to lure you into the bedroom and touched you inappropriately and naturally you struggled and resisted him, but he didn't like this, and he was about to hit you when a tall gentlemen stopped him and escorted you away from him you thanked him and you two spoke for the rest of the night and you learned he was king Félix the ruler of a very strong Kingdom nearby yours you two soon started an alliance and became good friends what you really admired about Félix is that he never tried to make a move on you and u thought you thought that he had absolutely no romantic feelings for you so you trusted him very much that was your first mistake you were in your throne room discussing matters with your staff when Felix decided to pay you a visit.

You went to the garden with him like you usually did and Félix said.

Félix: Y/n you are an independent and beautiful woman, but have you ever taken a liking to someone.

You were taken back b his question and had a bad feeling about this.

Y/n: No why do you ask?

Félix then sighed and looked you in the eye.

Félix: Y/n we've known each other for a while now and want you to know that the moment I laid eyes on you at the ball I wanted to make you mine.

You were really starting to get nervous, and your stomach dropped when he went down on one knee.

Félix: So, Y/n (last name) will you marry me?

Y/n: Felix I'm sorry but I refuse I only see you as a friend, but you will find someone.

Unbeknownst to you something snapped in him, and he wanted to forcefully take you right then and there, but he kept composure and politely excused himself and went back to his carriage. Of course, you felt bad for rejecting Félix, but you never saw him in a romantic way, but you were sure that everything would go back to normal, but it didn't.

Félix didn't come back for a while after that and naturally you worried about him but what happened next was something that changed your image of Félix forever.

You were in your chambers reading but you were interrupted by your frantic staff saying that your Kingdom was under attack, so you rushed outside only to be met by around 5000 armed knights who were led by none other than Félix and when you saw this you were speechless the feeling of betrayal was overwhelming.

Y/n: Félix what is the meaning of this?

Félix: Y/n I tried to make you mine the nice way, but you rejected me so now I have to take matters into my own hands so choose my dear will you marry me and save your Kingdom, or do you refuse and risk getting all of your beloved subjects killed.

Y/n: Fine Félix you win I will marry you.

you hated the smirk of satisfaction on his face but what could you do you can't let these people get hurt it was your job to protect them, so you went with Félix, and on the day of your wedding your subjects decided to try and rescue you and for a second you thought they would win but that was until you saw the smirk on Félix's face and he snapped his fingers and his thousands of guards came in and mercilessly murdered every single one of them your snow white wedding was painted red in under 5 minutes

"don't worry my dear I'm all you need"

Is what he said before he kissed you now your married to the man who causes you the most pain.

hey guys I think I'll make more parts of this stay hydrated and safe love you guys♥

[livesinfantasyland]

King Geralt of Rivia x Queen Reader

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[pettydollie]

Dragon King Bakugo x Dragon Queen reader please it’s for my soul 😭😭😭

i totally understand, i feel like i don’t see enough of these 😭 16 - dragon king x dragon queen a/n: lowkey this was kinda short and im not too proud of it but ill edit it later and try to fix it wc: 964

"the queen is pregnant!" "she's carrying a baby" "i wonder how the king feels.."

whispers and gasps were shared throughout the kingdom. they were extremely excited to have an heir to the throne. however, nobody was as joyful as katsuki bakugou, their king. he made sure that you were extra pampered and satisfied with everything.

"your highness, perhaps you'd feel better if you laid down-" your close friend suggested as you strutted around the palace. "nonsense, i feel fine, ejirou." you rubbed your belly and sat down on the throne.

katsuki rubbed your back with his thumb. "hmph, alright. whatever you say." he shrugged. ejirou towered above you, waiting for any sort of orders from you or your husband. "go alert the maids to run a warm bath, red." katsuki waved him off, shooing him away. ejirou, nodded. "of course, sir." and walked away.

"we'll hold a gathering tomorrow morning, how does that sound, my dear?" katsuki kneeled in front of you on his knees, holding both of your hands. you smiled down at him, fixing his necklaces. you hummed in response. "what're we gonna name him?" katsuki wondered aloud.

you giggled, "how do you know it'll be a boy?" you threaded your fingers through his soft blonde hair, with one hand resting on your stomach. he smirked, "mm, just have a feelin', baby."

the next morning, you awoke in your large bed, covered in expensive furs. you yawned and got ready for the gathering of your kingdom. everyone was probably squirming with curiosity. "my queen, it's time." a servant entered your room. your husband was already dressed, his furs on his back and jewelry in place.

"they can wait." katsuki grunted, nudging you to pull your hair up. you were sitting at your divine vanity and katsuki stood behind you while holding your matching dragon tooth necklace. the servant bowed and left as he laid the necklace around your neck and clipped it in the back. you let your hair down and sighed.

katsuki quirked an eyebrow. "what's wrong, sweetheart?" he rubbed your shoulders, his eyes full of worry. "nothing, 'm just tired." you leaned into his touch, feeling secure. he nodded, kissing your head before grabbing your hand to pull you up.

"it'll be quick, i promise." he held his arm out for you to grab, which you obliged. "i want to visit the dragons afterwards, i haven't seen them in a while!" you exclaimed, latching onto his side. he chuckled at your anxiousness. "i'll make sure the carriage'll be ready."

the kingdom cheered as the two of you stepped out of the palace, waving to all. servants surrounded you as you sat in your thrones. bakugou sighed, rolling his eyes. "hey losers." the crowd erupted at their kings usual rudeness, figuring it was a joke. "my queen, does it hurt?" a lady yelled out to you. you grinned and shook your head. "no, not much."

"how do you feel about the child, my king?" someone called out. katsuki leaned back in his throne. the crowd was silent, waiting for his answer. "what do you think, idiot? i'm the one who got her pregnant." he huffed, giving you a look that said "is he stupid or what?"

"how the hell are we supposed to know that the kid'll be a man?" a somewhat old man spat, crossing his arms. some of the crowd nodded along, agreeing with the man's words.

"you dare speak to your king in that tone??" mina growled, challenging the fool who spoke. katsuki's eyes burned daggers into the man. your face, however, was nonchalant. "i doubt i'll push a full grown man out." you chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "besides, we dont need to have a boy. the times have changed, my friends."

"no one wants a girl!" the same idiot from before yelled out, cupping his hands around his mouth to make sure he was heard. "THIS IS WHY YOUR WIFE LEFT YOU, KURAI!" mina pointed out furiously. oh, this took a turn. you mentally wanted to laugh at the comment from mina, but that wouldn't be very polite. however, kingdom drama was surely a very funny topic.

"ooo"'s were sprung throughout the audience, as some began to argue. katsuki was about to burst, you could tell. you covered your ears in preparation. "SILENCE YOU BASTARDS." he jumped up from his throne, feeling enraged. the crowd went quiet (again). some whispers and mumurs spread around, waiting for someone to speak.

a little girl raised her hand and you recognized her immediately. your eyes lit up at the sight. "hello, eri!" you waved sweetly with a toothy grin. she cheesed, waving back. "hihi, y/n-san!"

her caretaker aizawa lifted her up to sit on his shoulders before she talked to you. "how are babies made?" she lifted her finger to the corner of her mouth, eyes filled with wonder. you were slightly taken aback from the question, but katsuki burst into laughter.

"great question, kid. well when a mommy and daddy love each other very very much," he started with his hands behind his head. you cut in quickly. "uh, well, the dragons deliver the baby to the momma and daddy's door, eri."

katsuki shook his head, rolling his eyes. eri had seemed satisfied with your answer and nodded her head. ejirou stepped forward, holding his hand up. "that concludes the gathering, everyone. please have a lovely day." he wrapped up, clapping his hands to get as arms went down and groans were heard.

you stood up from your throne with katsuki as he held your hand. "classic kurai, always starting problems." you joked, resting your head on katsuki's shoulder. he huffed. "i hate that bitch." you nodded back.

"can we go see my kids now?"

a/n: to the noonie who sent be the hello kitty x spider-man trope thing, thats coming soon! :3

[tonixe]

"I only have eyes for the King'

n.o.t.e.s - I have been watching some royal tv shows and movies, and it made me think of this. Also, I love kyle sm. ✩

w.a.r.n - Some Nsfw mention fluff, cheating, and violence.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Kyle Broflovski x Queen!reader ✩

w.c. - 1.1k

part two: II

A long time ago in Zaron, a young queen was ruling over the Kupa Kingdom, trying to find a 'husband' to rule but her only real intention was to produce an heir to rule after her.

You fixed your gown and your French hood, sitting down on your throne. Guard surrounding you with protection. You crossed your legs holding your head with your palm.

Your head is filled with boredom from your past suitors trying to get your attention, you sat there with boredom in your eyes. You were getting tired, as your squire and lady-in-waiting saw.

"The next suitor up is Clyde Donovan, The Duke of Kraghon" you're ellman announced. You place your head on your fisted hand on the throne bar.

Most of your suitors were old men trying to seek power. A few were young but there were merely a few royal titles, not much to bring to the table but their healthy sperm were able to create an heir to your kingdom.

The duke was one the examples of what you thought. He was young and handsome, pure, and had eyes filled with hope. But not enough to woo you short.

Soon there wasn't any suitor to read off of.

"Is it done?" you asked uncrossing your legs and looking at your officer.

"Yes, my grace" he bowed as he spoke to you.

"I'll be leaving to return to my chambers" You got up from the throne with the help of one of your guards, soon walking onto the beautiful tapestries leading down to the huge doors, that started to open by the guards, your lady in waiting following suit.

The guards, servants, officers, and political figures bowed down to you before you left the room.

Walking down the hallways in the big palace, your heels clicking onto the marble floor. Soon one of your paladin ran towards you and he stopped when spotting you, his landing audible.

"M-my grace" he stutters out

"What happened," you asked the paladin.

"My grace, the king of the elven kingdom is coming, for a talk with you," he said as he bowed down.

"Make sure to keep the knights on guard for his arrival," you said as you glanced at the blonde paladin bowing down to your feet bowing down.

"Yes, my grace" the blonde man bowed as he ran away.

"My grace," your lady-in-waiting, Princess Kenny, spoke up, her blonde hair braided into two, as she was wearing a purple dress. "Shall we start planning for the King's arrival" she spoke up.

"I suppose so; we can't show the enemy of our faults," you spoke, holding your hands together as you glanced past her. You don't have the greatest relationship with the Elf king due to past arguments with the red-headed king. The only thing you would agree with about your ex-husband would be how annoying he was.

"Kenny inform the staff of the King's arrival" you spoke softly as you look at the blonde princess.

"Yes my queen" She curtsies, walking away from you as you hear the clicking of her steps. It puzzled you how the red-headed king was coming to the kingdom, you glance at the color-stained window, adorn by the long satin red curtains.

It hasn't been this loud in the palace ever since the time that you used to be a past ruler or such would say your 'husband' has been ruling over, King Eric, the grand wizard they say.

The real person who should be dead, stealing the stick of truth and lying to his followers more than that, he lied to many kingdoms and the elf kingdom. It didn't even matter. You got your revenge on him cheating on you with Duchess Heidi Turner, destroying them both. Revenge for Cartman makes them look like a fool, while he prances around the duchess not even making it discrete from the kingdom. Painting you as to a fool.

It was because of him you did it.

Sneaking into the elf king's chamber through a beautiful rug, wrapping yourself in, only wearing an elegant, revealing nightgown that barely covered anything before you stripped yourself bare for him.

That was the first night.

But not the only night you had with the elf king, using his influence to kick your 'husband' off the throne.

The memory haunting your mind, the thought of the elf king touching your nude skin, as he kissed your delicate skin, covering your body in love bites. Kissing you passionately, your moans slipping from your lips.

While he touched you in places he shouldn't. your chastity was gone from the beginning; you didn't pass it to your husband; you gave it to his enemy and an enemy supposedly of yours.

He is supposed to be your enemy, not your lover, the history of both of your kingdoms built up a great rivalry.

But it felt like when you were with him, you were free. You always dreamed of him, and you have children together as you prance through the field of flowers with your children and on in the way. As you wrap your arms around his neck, he kisses you lovingly.

But that dream has been crushed by politics and war; as you sighed out, looking at your knights walking to the front guarding the castle.

[A few days later]

You were in your chambers, maids helping you get into your dress. You sat at your vanity, and your lady-in-waiting, Princess Kenny helped with brushing your hair and placing it on your French hood.

"You look beautiful, my queen," she said as she lifted up your lip brush to apply red paint on your lips. "Thank you, Princess Kenny" You fluttered your eyes at her, making her cheek turn pink.

After Kenny finished up your makeup, she gave you a curtsy and walked out of the room as you turned yourself to your vanity, picked up your powder puff, and applied powder to your face.

You heard knocking on the door.

"Come in," you spoke as you slipped on your white gloves.

Your paladin came in with news; you assumed, "My queen, he's here, waiting for you" As he bowed down to you, your eyes widened at the name, "I'll be there," you said, "Thank you" you looked at Butters, as you dismissed him off.

You didn't know what was going to happen in the meeting, but you were ready for anything, though for him being a past 'lover' he was just a pawn for you to play against your ex-husband.

As you powder your face some more, fixing up your makeup before you exit your chambers, your lady-in-waiting waiting outside for you as she is accompanied you to the awaiting elven king.

Your long emerald-colored dress inched from the floor as you held your hands together, walking to the council room. Making contact with the red-headed king before looking away and sitting on one of the two throne chairs in the room, Princess Kenny sitting on the council chairs.

"Shall we start?" the red-headed king said.

"Yes, we shall" you made eye contact with the king.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 | Morpheus( Dream) x Goddess!Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is me and my newest fic! It resembles a lot to the Khonshu one I had written but this has another time line and is different than the other! Ever since I watched the first episode, I couldn't help but want to write for him even though I have requests but don't worry! I will write everything you all requested!

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"You should stop with that edgy look, my love. Though it gives you that mysterious vibe that I love, you should have a change."

Hearing his Queen's teasing voice, Morpheus couldn't help the chuckle that left him and turned to her with a teasing smirk pulling on his lips. Her golden clothes, quite contrasting his own, hugged her body right and gave her the godly power she held. She was contrasting him in many ways. Her warm smile, kind eyes that eased souls, her benevolent heart that helped those in need for many centuries and how she always found a way to entertain him...

It all made him fall in love with her more.

" You say that, but it was the other way around the last time we were together, my Queen."

"I never said I didn't like it, it definetly does things to me~"

Slithering your arms around his neck and playing with his black hair softly, you kissed his cheek while his hands were busy rubbing the soft fat around your hips. Chuckling at your playful smile, he admired the golden color that complimented your figure. "Needy, aren't we?"

"Is it wrong of me to show my love to my husband?"

"Not at all, love... Though I wonder if you'll stay here or go back to your Kingdom?"

Nodding your head absentmindedly at him, you looked at the ruby hanging off his neck and touched the small juncture between his neck and shoulders which elicited a gasp from him. " I don't know... Maybe I'll stay here a bit with Lucienne or maybe I'll wait for my knight in black coat~"

Shaking his head at you, you smiled when he uttered a whispered I can't believe you and continued to lay little pecks with a frown at remembering your Kingdom and how you resurrected them back. It was hard work, exceeding your powers and creating a new realm out of dust took a toll on your body, knocking you out cold eventually.

But with the help of your brothers and your husband, you were better and on the throne of your people.

"Jokes aside, I need to return back to Asgard. There are a lot of paperwork to do."

Kissing your forehead softly, he smiled on your skin which made you smile as well while holding his bigger hands in yours. "Don't tire yourself out, my love. I need to go now, I'll see you at the dinner..."

And here it was, the reason you came to his realm in hurry. Ever since the start of the day, your heart and soul was in distress. There was this feeling of a spider crawling inside you, a dread that filled your very being. Heimdall tried to soothe you with gentle words, saying that he didn't see anything happening to either you or Dream but another news that you learnt earlier that day was the main reason of your twitching and anxiety.

You were with child.

The topic of kids wasn't a foreign one, you two talked about it once or twice. He wasn't against it but not fond of it either. He was fine without a baby and he wanted to cherish you as much as he could... Even though it has been centuries ever since you two married.

And that was how you ran to Death and Lucienne for advice. Death wasn't of help, she was so happy for you and Dream that she just hugged you close, happy that their family was expanding. You awkwardly hugged her back and ran at the first chance to Lucienne who tried to console you and tell you that Dream would be ecstatic at the news, and the fact that the baby was a part of you and him would be the icing on the cake.

Now that you were thinking about it, the sight of a chubby baby with his jet black and fluffy hair, maybe your eyes and nose, running in his Kingdom and playing with their uncle in your Kingdom... I guess having a baby wouldn't be that bad...

Watching Dream's back and how it flexed under his coat while he was holding his famous helm, you rubbed your slightly bloated belly and smiled down softly. Your baby bump wasn't that obvious but you were curious how Dream wasn't able to sense the life growing inside you.

"When are you going to be back, my love?"

Walking down the stairs that led to twin thrones that was the opposite of each other, Jessamy also perched on Dream's shoulders. You could swear that the raven was smirking at you as if she knew what was going on.

"Hopefully, I'll not be gone for long. It's just, Corinthian is causing trouble in the Waking World. Surely, he won't be much of a hassle... Are you okay? Do you need my help?"

Hearing his rich and raspy voice, and trying to stop yourself from blushing even after years of marriage, you shook your head at his worry and took his hands between yours, rubbing the black and silver marriage ring. "No, I just... I have a bad feeling about this. Be careful, okay?"

Normally, Dream would have teased you but seeing your eyes shake with worry, he took fast steps and took your face between his much bigger yet softer ones. He rubbed the underside of your eyes softly and smiled down reassuringly, somehow feeling something was going on after you also voiced the same worry Lucienne did.

"Nothing will make me stop from coming back to you, my queen. I swear it... I'll always find my way to you, through the love we have and the craving of our existense..."

Smiling through hooded eyes, you nodded at his words, feeling giddy. "You better, mister... And, I have surprise for you. Though I don't know if you'd like it."

"Why keep me waiting when you can tell me now?" He cocked a playful brow at you, and you shook your head with a pout. "I said, it's a surprise. Why would I call it as one if I wanted to say it right now?"

"Fine, fine... I shall use it as a motivation then, perhaps alongside with this."

And while he kissed you deeply, you couldn't have known that it would be the last one you two shared in 100 years.

If only you weren't already getting weaker, you would have went to him before you stopped feeling him in the realms and saved him.

But neither of them happened.

It has been months now that Dream was gone, as if his existence was erased completely. The days that spent without his loving embrace, especially while being heavily pregnant, were getting harder and harder but at least, there was still someone with you.

Lucienne had been the biggest help you had, alongside with Death, but the lovely woman refused to leave you all alone. She knew your brothers and some of your people didn't like your marriage with the King of Dreams and Nightmares, and you would potentially face discrimination for carrying his babies, even though they were just little and innocent beans, so she always stood right next to you.

If something ever happens to me, please protect my wife... Lucienne, I wouldn't allow myself to live if something happened to her.

"My Queen, would you like to have some meal? Or perhaps, I could escort you to your bedroom?"

Turning your head away from the view of your home decaying and crumbling down, you gave a soft yet shaky smile to the woman that became a sister to you and waved your hand to decline her offer. Even though you were grateful for her help and companionship, especially when the kingdom you adored was being destroyed,you didn't want to be babied all the time. Sure, being pregnant was hard but feeling weak was even worse.

"I'm just pregnant, Lucienne. Though it makes me weaker every time, I need to sit here and make sure that at least the palace stays intact..."

"My Lady, You are the creation and life... Your mere existence is the source of everything in this Universe but... the burden of this Kingdom is heavy on your shoulders, one that isn't yours."

Her words hang heavy on the stiff air of the library that became a sanctuary to you, heart beating erratically. You understood the meaning behind her words, ever since Dream disappeared, the Dreaming had... started to crumble. The staff and the residents had slowly went away, some for the search of their Lord, some thinking he had abandoned them to fend for themselves.

The only thing that kept the Dreaming going was your presence, and for fear thet the only reminder of your love would perish, you stayed. Even if the realm was eating your powers away.

" I'm the Queen of this realm, as much as I'm the Queen of Asgard... I don't want my home to perish, for him to see it on the ground when he comes back..."

"My Lady, our home is you and our lord but... He would be even more devastated if he saw the state you were in... Besides, the little ones need you well and alive, my Queen."

As if to make her point clear, there was two little kicks inside your tummy which made a small yet tired smile blossom on your face. Lucienne watched you rub the tender skin of your belly with a sad look, feeling helpless at not being able to help you. It has been almost 10 human years ever since Dream was captured and as soon as you felt his aura disappear, you started to investigate with Lucienne and Jessamy. None of you knew what exactly happened and how a mere mortal was able to capture Dream but seeing him like that, resembling a wild animal captured... waiting for a chance to attack... being robbed of his tools...

And when he finally saw the illusion of you standing far away from the glass he was being held, he saw how bad all of this were weighing on you.

The illusion of you wasn't pregnant, but Dream was able to see the changes on you. Sulken eyes, dark eyebags, the weight loss...

And the worst was when Jessamy was killed, and if Dream took it bad... You took it even worse.

After all, it was you who wanted her to investigate more, going as far as making her enter the basement and eventually lead her to her demise, even if it was done unknowingly.

"Do you think... He knows that I haven't left him? That she would forgive me?"

"My Lady, I'm sure that my Lord knows how much you care about him and his well-being... As for Jessamy, she loved you and cared for you more than anything. Even my Lord... I'm sure that she doesn't hate you."

Lucienne only shook her head at the far away look on your face but knew that no words would be able to console you, and the fact that she had to watch you, her Lady consume herself with shame and guilt was eating away at her too. She was aware that no words would be able to soothe the pain you were feeling, no support would make it better...

Except Dream, that is.

Not wanting to worry her even more, already feeling bad for making her almost loose her sanity, you stood up slowly and turned to look at the scenery of the grey world in front of you. "Let's go and keep searching, Lucienne... My birth is coming closer and I don't want to slack off... Besides, I can't really see what's in front of me so you'll have to help this lady."

And with an amused chuckle from Lucienne, the librarian and the Queen of two realms walked hand in hand, with support and love for each other. Looking at the woman walking next to her, Lucienne swore to protect the last remaining part of her home with everything in her, even though you were stronger than her.

For the promise she had made to you and her lord.

Rubbing the skin of your belly, neither she nor you would have known that the Lady of the Dreaming, Queen of Asgard and the only reason the Dreaming was still standing would disappear soon after her husband.

Leaving no trace after her.

When Alex's wheel wiped away the spell keeping him locked up, at first, Morpheus didn't know what to do. It has been over a century ever since he was captured, and felt like it has been even longer that he had seen his wife. For 105 years, she was the reason he held on to his sanity, he had watched people come and go, while he remained the same. Paul and Alex came for one last chance to speak to him, but unknowingly, they had sat a very angry Endless free...

Someone who watched his bestfriend, companion die... Someone who was chained away from his love... Someone whose freedom was taken away.

But now? It all had come to end.

Standing up slowly and manipulating the dream of a guard, he destroyed the glass around him with the little remaining power and even if his heart was begging to return back to his love...

He had to punish those who wronged him.

Morpheus thought that punishing- or in his words, blessing- Alex would bring satisfication to him, making him pay for what his father did... Trully a waste, he said to Alex. To pay for a father's crimes...

But the realization that he was free, free to go and see his one and true love... Set a new kind of fire inside him, one that made him force himself to open a portal to his realm.

Only thing he didn't consider was falling down on his face and eating some sands.

"Sir? Sir!"

A feminine voice, which sounded way more worried than it was supposed to, reached Dream's ears and for a second, he thought that all of these were some nightmare he was having, imagining the voice calling out to him of his precious wife's...

Even though he wasn't completely able to dream like others did.

With a soft gasp, he opened his eyes and jolted awake which alerted the librarian who had been worried for a century and Lucienne grabbed a hold of his hands to let him know that he was finally at home.

"Lucienne..." said Morpheus weakly, still breathing heavily after using all of his powers to his limit and with a happiness that was a miracle to see on his usually cold face.

"Yes, my lord... You're finally home." said Lucienne breathlessly, finally happy that at least someone was back.

Pulling him up to his feet, Lucienne watched her lord walk up to the huge gates of the Dreaming with an anxious look. She knew that he would immediately ask for answers as soon as he saw the state the realm was in, that he would immediately ask for you and your whereabouts, his loyal and loving wife.

But Morpheus was smart and he sensed that something was very wrong. The aura, air of his once alive kingdom seemed like it was dulled and almost destroyed but the worst was...

He couldn't sense your life energy, your heart that only beat for him.

He didn't want to assume things, even though his heart was beating painfully and his eyes started to sting and get glossy at the possiblity that you were gone, he knew how you were. Loyal, loving, strong... No one in any realms were strong enough to take you down and for that, something must have happened...

And he was adamant on learning what it was and where you were.

Before he could've opened the gates and stormed in the palace you two had created happy memories, he stopped when Lucienne's anxious voice reached his ears. " Forgive me, sir but... the realm is not as you left them..."

But no words would have prepared him for the scene in front of him. His palace was in ruins, the once lively gardens and waters and streets were damaged heavily and the air was thick with...

Death.

With slightly wide and blue eyes and voice thick with emotion, he turned to look at his loyal librarian. " What happened here? Who did this?"

She shuffled on her feet and her eyes wandered to where her Queen would mostly sit at, contemplating how to explain everything. " My Lord, you are the Dreaming and Dreaming is you. With you gone for as long as you were, everything began to crumble and decay."

"What of the residents? The palace staff?"

"Gone, sir. Most are gone."

" Had they so little faith in me? That I wouldn't return?" said Dream, a vengeful fire inside his blue irises that screamed for payback.

Lucienne wanted to come clean to him, about how his absence affected the residents and the realm. How everything went down and... what happened all those years ago. But she didn't have to worry more, since Dream asked her the question she despised to answer.

"Where is my Queen, my wife? Did she also..." Morpheus couldn't help but sound fearful, he didn't see his wife over than a century when he promised her that he would be back as soon as possible and even joked with her to remove all of her worries away from inside the eyes he had fallen madly in love with. Did you cry after him? Mourn him? Or mayhe you hated him so much that you didn't want to see him at all? You were always the one to care about honesty the most, had he broke it? But surely, you knew what happened to him... right?

Lucienne, seeing her king with so many emotions and the turmoil they were creating in his already fragile mental state, couldn't dare to keep her silence anymore and with a heavy heart of not being able to keep her promise, looked at his eyes and what he saw there, utter sadness and helplessnes made him realize that his absence affected much more than he thought.

But her next words almost made the strong Endless' kness buckle and collapse on the sand beneath his feet.

"My Queen hasn't seen anywhere for 85 years, my lord. She said she had paperwok to do in Asgard but no word had been heard from her ever again..."

[x-bluefire-heart-x]

Dance at a Feast

Happy New Year everyone! The good thing about having two weeks off from work is that I am able to get some writing done! I'm trying to get drafts done for a lot of fics I have plans for, so I can have some things to post when I go back to work.

Also, please feel free to make requests! I have a list of prompts which is linked below, and a master list that has the fandoms and characters I write for. If there is someone and a something not listed that would like to make a request for, feel free to and I will let you know if I know enough about it to write for it. Also feel free to make requests for this verse!

This is another part in the Covered in Steam verse. A fluffy piece between female reader and Thorin, it is set after Covered in Steam.

Warnings: Talks of a sexual nature. Dain being disrespectful - nothing insane just not acknowledging the reader as the Queen *yes I think this should be a warning*

Tag list: @catt-leya @bunson-burner

Master List

Prompt List

Covered in Steam

You fiddled with the sleeves of your dress tugging them down before pulling them back up and then down again. You glanced at the mirror in Thorin’s, no your chamber you hadn’t slept in the chamber that was yours since that night. You wore a beautiful gown in the colours of the family of Durin, the blue almost matched that of your Kings eyes. Your hair had been left down showcasing the braids and beads that Thorin wove into it every morning. You were nervous, this was the first feast since you were behaving as a true married couple. And you didn’t want to do anything that would embarrass Thorin. Which was why you were concerned about the dress, the shoulders of the dress could sit normally or be pulled down to expose your shoulders and collarbones, and the plunging neckline was lower than what you normally wore but it worked the best with the necklace Thorin had gifted you with on the day you got married, and you hadn’t worn it yet.

“Sister?” you heard Dis’ voice call out from the sitting room next to the bedroom where Thorin received any guests that came to your chambers.

“In here!” you called back, shifting the bodice of the dress a little, unsure about the gauzy material that ran in panels down your ribs before forming into the princess style skirt.

“Oh my,” Dis whispered as she laid eyes on you. “I think you may very well kill my brother in that dress.”

“Is it too much?” you spun around eyes wide with concern as you smoothed down the billowing skirts. “It’s a normal style in my homeland but I know it isn’t overly common amongst the women here.”

“You look stunning my Queen,” Dis assured you as she came to stand in-front of you grabbing your hands. “You do not need to pretend as if the culture and norms of your homeland do not exist, my brother would not expect you to only dress as a dwarven woman.”

“I know he has told me as such, but I just don’t want to…embarrass him in-front of his court, especially since everything between us is still so new,” you nibbled your lower lip before yelping a little as Dis pinched your arm.

“You’ll ruin the makeup,”  

“Can’t have that can I?” you laughed, your nerves slowly leaving you in your sister in laws presence. Something she has always managed to do.

“Now, come on,” Dis tugged on you before stopping for a moment. “Wait, you are missing something.” She let go of your hand to go back to your dressing table and lifted the small crown from its resting place to put it on your head. “There.”

You lifted your hand to gently touch the crown as Dis went back to tugging you out of your rooms and towards the main banquet hall. You were still not use to wearing a crown, as you and Thorin both only tended to wear them when you absolutely had to. Such as at a feast welcoming Thorin’s cousin Dain. You could hear the celebrations before the door even came into view, you smiled. Dwarrow truly knew how to throw a feast and celebration.

“Introducing her Highness Princess Dis and her Royal Majesty Queen y/n,” the herald at the doorway announced both you and Dis causing the court to become quiet as Thorin stood from his chair and walked around the table that housed the royals. His eyes burned with a fire as he took in your appearance, you could feel the eyes of every dwarf on you as the king walked towards you and Dis quickly left your side to greet her sons. You could only guess the dwarf sitting on Thorin’s left was his cousin Dain, Lord of the Iron Hills. You briefly caught his eyes only to quickly break eye contact and focus on your husband. Dain had the same colour eyes as Thorin only his were cold and calculating, and you did not like the way he looked at you.

“My wife,” Thorin rumbled, this voice bouncing around the room. “You are a vision.”

You dropped into a small curtsy as your body warmed, your eyes locking onto his as you lifted your head back up. Thorin stepped closer to you to place a kiss upon your lips before gently taking your hand, guiding you to stand in-front of his cousin, who remained seated.

“Cousin, my wife, your Queen,” Thorin’s voice was hard as stone as he noticed the disrespect being shown to you. “Greet her.” Dain’s eyes narrowed before a friendly mask fell over his face as he stood and bowed low to you.

“It’s an honour to finally meet you, Your Majesty,” Dain’s voice didn’t sound overly pleased and you were concerned but you nodded back at him regardless, knowing now was not the time to raise concerns.

“And it is lovely to finally meet you Lord Dain, Thorin has spoken highly of you,” you responded voice soft, your eyes looking at a point over his shoulder as you didn’t want to look into his cold eyes again.

“Come my Queen, you must be hungry,” Thorin’s arm wrapped around your waist and led you away. You smiled gratefully up at Thorin raising on your toes to press your lips to his cheek in thanks. His arm squeezed you in kind, his eyes full of love as he stared down at you.

“Hello aunty mine,” Kili smiled up at you as you walked past. You grinned down at him, unable to resist messing up his hair. Kili pouted up at you as he tried to fix his hair, you dropped a kiss on his head in apology as you did the same to Fili as you walked past. Dis’s sons had been as welcoming as she had when you arrived, always smiling and including you, you were forever grateful for those three Durin’s.

“Aunty,” Fili smiled as you sat down beside him, Dis was in the middle of her two sons, who leaned around her oldest to smile at you. “Don’t worry about Dain. He’s a traditionalist but Uncle doesn’t pay any mind to those old dwarves.” Fili had lowered his voice and leant close to your side. His eyes, the same shade as his uncle was soft and kind as he looked at you. Your heart squeezed at his words.

“Thank you Fili,” you whispered back. “I will keep that in mind.”

“But, should he or any other dwarf look to cause you problems promise that you will let myself, my mother, Kili, Dwalin or Balin know. Of course Thorin should be your first choice but if you cannot find him, you also have us on your side,” Fili added squeezing your arm before letting go and focusing on his food.

You could hear the conversations going on around you as you picked at your food. You never ate much in-front of large crowds, but would always find a plate of food waiting for you in your chambers after a feast. You had always wondered who ensured the staff left it but never thought to investigate it too much.

“Are you alright love?” Thorin asked removing himself from the conversation with Dain to check on you. He had picked up on your added nerves after meeting Dain and wanted to do everything he could to be sure that you were fine.

“I am,” you nodded turning to give Thorin a smile but you could tell from the look on his face that he didn’t buy it. He leaned close enough to whisper into your ear.

“If I had known Dain would show such disrespect to my wife I would never had invited him here,” Thorin promised you. “Tell me at once if he ever does so again or makes you uncomfortable at all. Erebor if your home and you are the Queen.”

“You Durin’s and your need to protect,” you teased nudging your nose against his.

“Oh?”

“Fili just gave me a list of all the dwarves I can tell if Dain or any other dwarf causes me problems,” you explained. “It was pretty much you four and Dwalin and Balin.”

“Hmm,” Thorin hummed his eyes full of pride at your words. “Well, us Durin’s are fiercely protective of those we care about. And once we care for someone it is next to impossible to get rid of us. So I’m afraid my heart, you are stuck with me, and my sister and nephews.”

“Such an imposition that,” you laughed.

“You weren’t thinking I was an imposition this morning,” Thorin growled his eyes darkening as heat filled them. “With my tongue between your thighs.”

“Thorin,” you gasped in shock. “You can’t say things like that here.”

“I am the King,” Thorin shrugged kissing your lips and whispering his next words into your mouth. “I can say such things when I please. And no-one can hear us.”

You playfully glared at him about to say something back when Dain interrupted leaning around Thorin to gain his attention again, sending you a cold look before placing the mask back in place before Thorin could see. Thorin kissed you once more rounding on his cousin, you could hear the harshness in his tone as he spoke in dwarvish. You sipped at your wine, as music started to play, as it always does at a Dwarven feast. The boys beside you quickly stood up looking to find some partners to dance with, Kili raced off instantly looking for Ori. Fili however, hesitated, Dis had left seeking out Balin to discuss some matters.

“My Queen,” Fili said, his voice loud and pointed as he bowed low at his waist holding a hand out. “May I have a dance?”

You grinned up at Fili, standing up and reaching to take his hand but you were pulled tightly against a hard chest. Thorin’s scent surrounding you. Fili smirked, his eyes playfully challenging his uncle, as he continued to wait on your hand.

“My wife will be dancing with me first, nephew,” Thorin’s voice rumbled.

“I think Her Majesty can make that decision, Uncle,” Fili grinned.

“I am honoured Prince Fili,” you grinned, trying to keep your voice regal. “However, I would think you would prefer to seek out someone else to dance…and even maybe court?”

Fili’s face flushed bright red his eyes automatically going towards a dwarven woman that was standing off to the side near Bofur. The look in his eyes was similar to how Thorin would look at you and you knew that maybe you and Dis could do a little pushing.

“I mean…I can’t…” Fili stuttered in an uncommon show of nerves.

“Yes you can nephew,” you encouraged him stepping a little out of the circle of Thorin’s arms but he kept a hold of your hips. “I have seen that young woman look at you, in the same manner you look at her. You are a Durin, take the courage that all you Durin’s seem to possess in enough abundance to take on a Dragon and ask her to dance.”

You felt Thorin’s hands squeeze your hips and his lips pressed into your neck, you could feel the smile that tugged at them. You reached out to squeeze Fili’s hands, forcing his eyes back to yours. The red of his face had calmed down to a light pink.

“Right, yes, true,” Fili nodded.

“You are my heir Fili,” Thorin added reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. “You can do this.”

Fili nodded once more before he turned around and strode towards the woman in question. He forced the Durin swagger into his steps as the two of you watched him in amusement. Thorin tugged you close again turning you around, you smiled up at him wrapping your arms around his neck.

“So, that dance?” you asked. “Better make good.”  

“Come along then,” Thorin smirked. Pushing you backwards, you giggled turning around and taking hold of his hand and pulling him onto the space in the middle of the room that was used for dancing.

Thorin spun you around before tugging you close, wrapping his right arm around your waist and grabbing your right hand with his left, you placed your left hand on his shoulder. You allowed him to led you around the floor trusting him to keep you from backing into anyone. The tune was a fast past one, your skirt flying out every time he spun you around quickly. He grabbed both of your hips and lifted you up and turning the two of you before putting you back down and grabbing hold of your hand again to lead you around.

You giggled as your dress managed to hit Kili and Ori on your way past them, you threw an apology over Thorin’s shoulder causing the two young Dwarves to laugh. Thorin couldn’t take his eyes off of you, your eyes were bright with happiness and you had not stopped laughing and smiling since Fili had first asked you for a dance. Your face was flush from your wine and from the dancing, you had danced to two fast paced songs before a slow paced song started to play. Thorin wrapped both his arms around your waist pulling you as close to him as he could get you. You looped your arms around his neck, using one of your hands to tilt his head down, he grinned as he rested his forehead against yours and swayed the two of you in time with music.

“You truly do look beautiful tonight, my Lady,” Thorin whispered. “Seeing you in my colours, I wish to take you from this hall and feast on something else entirely.”

“My King, was this morning and last night not enough?” you asked, stroking the back of his neck, his thick hair covering your movements.

“I will never have enough of you,” Thorin answered. “I will never have enough of your taste, of your body, of you. I will always want you in my arms.”

[2braincellslz]

My Queen

Ship: Fem!reader x Robb Stark

Desc: the new Targaryen Queen replaces the evil queen Cersei Lannister. Her White Wolf gushes over her.

Notes: so this was a request but I fucked up and lost it lol. Also not my favorite, it's very short, but I'm really excited to write for Robb. Also idk shit about the Targaryen house, I'm better suited for the Ironborn and the Starks but I still tried. Also dont know about about the iron throne and I have yet to read asoiaf. Sorry.

Warnings: implied violence, not prof read.

(Y/n) didnt think she would make it this far. Hell, she didnt even think she would make it half way. It didnt seem real, standing infront of the long sout after goal. How could something so many people died for just be sitting right in front of her.

She steped forward, reaching out and feeling the throne. It was cool, cold, stone cold. She ran her finger across the dull edge of one of the swords, only stopping for a moment at the broken chips.

(Y/n) remembered when she was young, growing up with her siblings Danni and Viserys. She learned more about the throne then her siblings. She lerned about the importance of each and every one of them. She even knew some of them by name.

"The guards are taken care of." A voice, one of comfort, snapped (y/n) out of her thoughts.

"Thank you." The words were simple but they got the point across.

"It's so... so..." (y/n) smiled, looking over her shoulder. "It dosnt feel real."

"I was just thinking that." Her finger traced one of the carvings in a sword. "Come here, my wolf." (Y/n) held out her hand.

A callused hand intertwined (y/n)'s.

"Do you remember all the storys I've told you about the iron throne?" (Y/n)  asked, she felt Robb's thumb rubbing over the back of her hand.

"How could I forget? You tell me a new one every night." She could feel Robbs apprehensiveness.

"Here." (Y/n)  led Robb closer to the throne, moving his hand closer to the throne. "This one, the one with the engravings, this one has always been my favorite."

She led Robb's hand across the engraving. "Its special."

Robb slowly but surely let (Y/n) lead him. He glanced over at (y/n), the delicate yet dangerous look in her eye only made his heart throb more.

"Theres no real meaning to it. No important warrior. Its just...  pretty."

"Pretty." Robb repeated, not even looking at the sword anymore.

(Y/n) looked up from the sword, letting out a soft giggle. "You arnt even looking at the sword."

Robb's smile was soft, he was growing in a beard. It suited his face well but (y/n) was ready for her cleaned up prince back.

"My darling and Queen." Robb hummed, taking her other hand. "You are stunning tonight."

"You are so..." (y/n) huffed. Her head was all messed up, sweaty and worn out. Fighting a war, especially in the capital, was impossibly hard. She wasnt one to just stand back and let her men fight for her.

"Please, you deserve a rest." Robb led (y/n) to the throne.

(Y/n) sat back, leaning in to the throne. It wasnt exactly comfortable but it was powerful. It felt right. It felt like home. The hall was home and this throne was home. Her life and goal.

But nothing was as important as her husband.

"You look perfect." Robb kneeled in front of (y/n). He took his sword out of his sheath, placing it infront of her feet.

"My Queen. My lovey Queen. I am but your humble servant." Robb poured his heart out, words coming out before he could think them over. "Please let me and my men serve you."

"Oh my white wolf." (Y/n) hummed, pulling Robb closer to her. "You are more then a servant." (Y/n) stood up, holding Robbs face. "You are my prince and my knight."

Robbs hands found there way to (y/n)'s waist.

"My queen."

[famwhy]

Dictation

Yandere Knight

Word Count: 1,037

A grunt echoed through the room, followed closely by the sound of a harsh thud against the ground and a whimper that was oh-so-delightful to your ears.

"I—" the thief before you panted, "—I didn't mean any harm... I swear, your majesty..! I swear!"

It was pathetic; the way he gave in so easily. Honestly, if he was going to steal from you, the least he could do was have the balls to face you when he got caught.

"Hm?" You hummed, tone mocking with a light hint of fake empathy. "Is that right~?"

He nodded vigorously, desperately, pathetically. A fool could see that he wished not to die for his actions.

Too bad. If he didn't want to die - he shouldn't have stolen from you.

You'd think the fact that you killed the previous monarch on the throne would be enough to deter people from rebelling against you but perhaps you underestimated the stupidity of this kingdom. After all, only idiots would dare to defy your orders and disrespect you.

"Kyrie."

As soon as your lovely, little hardworker's name left your lips, his scowl shifted into that familiar look of pure admiration, a hint of pink spreading from one side of his face to the other.

"Yes, my queen?" 

"Do tell, is he being truthful? Did he mean any harm?"

Just like that, your beloved knight's expression shifted, narrowed eyes and tugged-down lips showcasing his disgust and irritation towards the guy. It was almost too funny.

"He slandered your name, my queen. Dragged it through the dirt as he attempted to steal your gold."

His tone was filled with contempt and hatred so strong, one would feel compelled to believe that it was he who had been shown disrespect.

But you knew him better than that. You knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't be near as offended as he was right now if it were his own name dragged through the dirt rather than yours. It was adorable, really; how much he cared.

"Hm..." you placed your thumb and index finger against your chin as if to further emphasise your 'thoughtful' look, "that's not what he said. Are you sure you aren't lying to me, Kyrie?"

His eyes widened and you could see it; you could see the panic and alarm that crossed them.

'Have I done something to make my queen lose faith in me?' you imagined he was thinking, 'why would she ever suspect me of lying to her?'

He was just so fun to tease, taking things so seriously.

"I would never, my queen."

His pupils shook, eyes desperately searching yours for any sort of validation he could find; the sort of validation you made sure he only seeked from you.

"I know, love." A sly smile grew onto your lips as you let the nickname sink in, all-the-while turning your attention towards the petty thief once more. "Tell me, little man. Do you take me for a fool?"

Said man whimpered.

You narrowed your eyes. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer."

"Nuh-no your majesty."

"Then why do you treat me as such?"

He whimpered again. You frowned.

This man was proving to be more trouble than he was worth - not at all the entertainment you desired. It seemed as though thieves came in the packages of cowards nowadays.

"Guards, take him away."

"Nuh-no! Wait!"

Your most loyal guard of them all was quick to attempt to execute your orders, however, you were also quick to give new ones.

"Not you, Kyrie."

"Yes, my queen."

Without hesitation nor question, he obeyed your order as quickly as you gave it. Of course - you expected no less of him.

The screams of the man being dragged out of the room became nothing but white noise to your ears as your hand rose up, two forefingers flexing in a gesture well-known to your best knight, whose eyes stayed trained onto your form - captivated no doubt.

He slowly approached, light reflecting off the shiny surface of his armour and blinding you momentarily before disappearing not a second after. The light allowed you a clear view of his face, and thus, the pink hue that dusted over his cheeks. 

If that was from your nickname earlier on, this man was more hopeless than you thought.

When he stopped, he was a mere two meters away from you. He didn't dare to approach any further; as though he were fearful of it. Not fearful of you, but rather, fearful of displeasing you.

What a silly man, he was much too important to you to be able to displease you over something so menial.

"Come now, I don't bite, my love." The nickname naturally flew out your lips and he flinched, looking flustered. "Closer."

Regardless, he obeyed.

With each step he took, the blush on his face grew a shade deeper and deeper; you could hear his breath break up more frequently and could practically see the heatwaves radiating off him - as if he wasn't already obvious about his feelings. 

Once he got close enough, his knee immediately gave way and he propped himself up with one foot, head not daring to tilt up and meet with your own.

No matter, you would just force it to anyway.

With that thought in mind, your fingers traced the rim of his jawline before cupping his chin and lightly tilting his head up - meeting his gaze with purposeful intensity that had his pupils dilating even further and his blush practically taking over his whole face.

"Kyrie."

His lips parted and a light sound left them.

"I think a reward is in order for such a good job, no?"

He slowly nodded, eyes dazed and expression dreamy. He was so clearly out of it, head wafting around in the clouds - as it often did when he got just the slightest bit of your approval.

It was so adorable, you almost felt bad for what you were about to order.

Keyword: almost.

"There's only one thing though, I need you to kill your brother for me."

[green-typewriterz]

LILACS AND FORGET ME NOTS

Pt TWO

PART ONE

Harry Styles x Queen!reader

Summary: its been a few years since your wedding to harry and you couldnt be happier

ASK: Could you write a prince Harry Styles/ princess reader. It can be an idea of your choosing PART TWO TO PREVIOUS ASK

Warnings: talks of battle, death of mother, mentions of scars, misogyny if u squint (mediaeval era)

word count: 1295

Three years had passed since the wedding and both you and Harry were the happiest you could be together. However, despite the connection between the two allied families, war was still building in the west and there was no way to avoid it. Your father had abdicated the throne two years ago and it was your job as Queen to assure your people would not feel the effects of the storms raging in other places.

Harry stuck by your side, an innocence to war that you envied. He was a good fighter, skilled in combat, but he had never fought in battle, you weren’t sure if he was prepared. You had chipped away at his rough personality for years and made him a kind, generous king, but it was up to you to fight now - something he didn’t agree with. You both sat at the large birch table in the dining hall, hands intertwined tightly.

“The Western armies are approaching quickly, Y/N. I’m sure you realise I am expected to fight?” Harry spoke softly, not taking his eyes off of his beloved wife. You nodded slowly, understanding what had to be done.

You put down your glass and took both of his hands in your own, talking quietly, “you must understand that I am to fight as well.” His eyes widened, shocked into a silence that you spoke into, “I am nothing if not my mother. I must lead her army the same way she had.”

You barely spoke of your mother, but a portrait of her hung in nearly every room, watching like some kind of goddess. Harry found himself staring at the paintings for hours, wondering about the shine in her eyes and the scars on her face. He had never seen the same determined glint of battle in your eyes, so your confession scared him.

“You can't. You aren’t prepared, my love.” He replied, worry spreading through him like fire. You spared a short glance with your maid and she nodded silently, leaving the room. This was a private matter and Tilly understood that. “I don’t know how I’d live if you were to be injured.”

You sighed and let go of his hands. “You don’t think I feel the same? You are strong, Harry, I know this. But you’ve never fought!” He stared at you for a moment. Then, so quietly you weren’t sure he had ever spoken, he whispered:

“How can you feel the same?” You questioned his words in confusion, barely understanding what he meant. He spoke loudly now, “You may be Queen, but you are no warrior either. I don’t have a choice, Y/N. I have to fight. You don’t.”

You scoffed and stood, heading over to the large fire and staring at the dwindling embers. “I find, what makes a good ruler is their ambition, their willingness to die for their people. Don’t you?” You heard a scrape behind you and after a moment, felt Harry’s strong hands gently clasp your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder, breathing in the smell of your perfume. You leaned backward into him.

The fire burned low, the room’s coldness forcing the flames away. “Promise me you won’t go.” He whispered, begging. You didn’t turn to look at him, knowing you would not be able to give your reply to his face. His breathing was calm against your neck, blowing small strands of hair away from your skin.

“I promise.”

What a solemn lie it was.

——

You woke in the early morning, the sun casting a golden hue over the room. You had written a letter in haste, the parchment creased from the amount of times you had folded and unfolded it to check the wording. Once you were certain it was perfect, you got ready, putting on a simple tunic and trousers. Your horse was waiting in the crisp morning air, its armour already placed and secured. You spent a moment calming her and placed your head against hers, whispering a silent plea to any sort of spiritual being that was listening for her safety, then set off, heading to the large open field where the battle was to take place.

Your horse slowed as it reached the main knight’s grounds and you felt the stares of Harry’s army on your back. They most likely didn’t expect any women to be on the battlefield. Your own army arrived moments later, clad in their glinting silver armour. You were handed a chest plate and chainmail of your own and quickly got prepared, your fingers gently grazing over the forget me nots branded onto the front. This was your mother’s armour, your mother’s weaponry and you wore it with pride.

You stood in the main tent, strategising with your Countess Marshal, when Harry stormed in, clad in his own armour. “You left, not only without me, but after you had promised to stay behind!” He shouted and the knight excused herself with a knowing smile toward you, she had known this was coming.

“There is no time for this Harry, there is a war.” You spoke back, writing notes quickly on a bit of parchment. He walked closer and took both of your hands, stopping you from working. His eyes blazed with anger and worry, but you could tell any anger was not aimed toward you, yet to himself for not keeping you safe. “This is my country's tradition.”

He stood there, still clasping your hands. “What do you mean by tradition? There is no tradition here; it is a battlefield.”

You sighed and let go, fixing your armour tighter to you. “I am very aware of where we are situated, Harry. Don’t be fooled by my apparent femininity, I am not naive to what a knight looks like. Did you think the scars on my mother’s portrait were from sewing? The women here fight, just the same as your men do. I am trained for this, as are my girls. Don’t you worry about some futile argument of whether or not I can when I clearly already have before under my mother’s guidance.”

Harry had never seen this side of you before, the ambition, the strength. You seemed like some sort of warrior queen he had only heard of in legend. He smiled and stood closer, taking your chin in his hand. “Well, let’s agree to let one another fight. Though, you cannot stop me from worrying about you.” You nodded and he leant forward, your lips connecting in a sweet kiss.

“Milady- oh.” Your Countess Marshall, Lilibet walked into the tent, stopping in her tracks as she saw the two of you kissing. Her face tinted red. “My apologies to your highnesses, but we are all prepared.”

You laughed and pulled away from the kiss, leaving a lingering longing in Harry’s heart for something more than what had been given. “My bow, Lili.” She grinned and handed it to you swiftly. Your fingers traced over the engravings in a soothing pattern as you made your way out of the tent, sparing one last glance at your husband. You placed your sword into its hilt and headed for your horse, brushing its main gently.

“My love!” Harry called out and you turned to see him running toward you. He placed a strong kiss to your lips and lifted you into his arms, the momentum spinning the both of you around. “A goodbye kiss” He whispered as you pulled apart.

The both of you smiled and you smoothed his mess of waves as you replied, “Stay true, fight honourably.” You climbed onto your horse and rode away, preparing your bow. Harry watched you leave with a kind, loving smile. He knew you’d fight. And he knew you’d win.

[holylulusworld]

Not a queen (10) FIN

Summary: You are no one. What if fate makes you queen?

Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader x King!Nick (Fowler) Barnes

Warnings: dystopian world, modern royal au, pregnant reader, overprotective Nick, fluff

A/N: This last chapter will have similarities with the last chapter of Two kings.

This series takes place in the Two kings universe, at the same time. I recommend reading this story first to understand this universe better.

You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs

<< Part 9

Not a queen (Arc 2) masterlist

A queen walks along the hallways next to the king. Her head held high, and the heir of the kingdom safe under her heart.

Who would’ve thought that a maid, and woman barely able to make enough money to feed her cat would carry a crown one day?

“Mouse, it’s time,” Nick wraps his arm around your shoulders as he guides you along the endless hallway of the castle. “In a week, we must travel to our friends’ castle.”

“It’s time,” you whisper. Your blood runs cold imagining that you’ll lose one of your husbands. “I don’t want to leave the castle. Can we not hide?”

“We cannot, I’m afraid.”

“I know…still,” you stop in your tracks, sighing. Nick immediately checks on you. One hand cupping your cheek, the other your swollen belly. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. We meet up with friends. They are just like us,” Nick wraps you in his arms, whispering soothing words. “King Steve and King Andy are like us.”

“Maybe Y/N should stay here,” Bucky looks at your belly. “She’s pregnant and we shouldn’t put her in danger. If we take her with us, she’ll be part of this.”

“Steve and Andy’s wife will be there too,” Nick argues. “At this point in our plan, I will not leave Y/N alone. She’s in more danger without us.”

“I want to go with you,” you grab Bucky’s hand, lightly squeezing it. “I’m your wife and queen. If we are going to do this, we’ll do it together.”

Bucky cups your face to press a soft kiss on your lips. “You won’t leave our side the whole time. No wandering off to look at flowers or talk to the other wives.”

“I promise to stay with you all the time,” you return his kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. “Do we have time to…”

“Always,” Nick purrs in your ear. He presses his lips to your pulse point, nibbling at your skin. “Just relax, my queen. Your king will devour you…”

“Kings,” Bucky corrects. “But rest is true…”

The journey was exhausting and long. You want to stay with your husbands, but the doctor wants you to rest. Now you’re lying on a comfortable bed, covered by a soft blanket.

“I don’t like leaving you here, mouse,” Nick runs his hand over your head. “Bucky, can I not stay here? You can go to the meeting for me.”

“Brother, we must attend the get-together, you know that.” Bucky crouches down in front of the bed. He runs his hand over yours, gently patting it. “Can we leave you with the midwife for a few hours? She will report directly to us.”

“Go and talk to your friends and allies,” you softly say. “I feel a little better. I’m a little tired, is all. Please don’t miss the chance to talk to the others.”

“We should go. The others are waiting.”

Your husbands reluctantly leave you alone in the room. Three of their knights and a midwife will keep you safe while Nick and Bucky talk to their allies to find a way to turn this world into a better place.

“I wish I could check on Y/N,” Nick whispers as the room fills with their friends and allies. “I hope she’s alright.”

Bucky nods in agreement but tries to play it cool. “I know she is. I can feel it.”

The other royals, their wives, your husbands, and you are sitting around a large table at one of the many hidden rooms in the castle.

“We all came here to talk about the future,” King Steve gets up from his chair and raises his voice to silence the people in the room.

Tony tries to ensnare Steve and Tony’s wife, earning an eye roll from Bucky and a slap to his thigh from his wife. She seems to be a fiery and strong-willed woman. She even carries a sword like a knight.

“Tony, leave the queen alone,” his wife tuts. “She has more important things to worry about than your wandering eyes.”

“My sweet petal, I would never—” Tony grumbles as his wife looks away. She crosses her arms over her chest and clicks her tongue.

Bucky laughs as Tony’s wife punches her husband’s upper arm. 

“Stark, are we ready?” Nick asks. “Stop this nonsense and talk to us. We risked our lives coming here. If anyone finds us here all together we are done for.”

“NICK!” Andy grunts, He doesn’t want to worry his wife even more, “We are safe here. No one will rat us out. You know that.”

“So…are you married too, Bucky?” Steve’s wife asks. She tries to keep the men from fighting, and Bucky admires her for the way she seems to carry herself. Your Highness?”

“She’s at the chamber you offered to us,” Bucky replies. His features soften, and he gives the queen a soft smile. She’s…” he shakes his head. 

“Our wife is not feeling well. I’m sorry. She would’ve loved meeting you today,” Nick jumps in. “You see, you’re not the only one married to two men. Twins to be precise.”

“OH! WOW!” the queen clasps one hand over your mouth. “Sorry. I meant I’d love to meet her one day.”

“Gentlemen, maybe we should get back to the topic we wanted to discuss,” Steve clears his throat, and points toward the map pinned to the wall. 

“Right,” Dean, the eldest son of the kingdom of Lebanon says. He tries to keep his voice even, but his eyes give away that he’s terrified of the future. “As Nick said, we risked our lives coming here. If someone finds my brother alive…”

“We get it, Winchester,” Tony grunts. “You are all special because you have a brother.”

“Tony,” Andy sighs deeply. “Please. Did you and your father make any progress?” Andy gives Tony a sympathetic look. “We are all sorry for your loss, you know that.”

Nick tries to blend out the conversations going on. All he can think of is you, and the baby you carry. He’s wringing his hands, hoping to see you soon.

“Nick, you need to calm down,” Bucky whispers. “I know how you feel, but we must focus now.”

“Buck, Nick-“ Steve clears his throat. He understands that his friends worry about you, but there is no time to waste. “Please listen to Tony’s explanations. Tony, would you please tell us what you and your father found out?”

Tony gets up from his chair. His hand gently slides over his wife’s back as he walks toward the map. “My father and I tried to fix the mess the war brought upon us.”

“Did you succeed, Tony?” Andy gets impatient. He wants answers, not another Tony Stark monologue. “Fill us in.”

“It was a case of trial and error, Andy,” Tony tuts. “A little more patience would suit you much better.” He grins and turns his attention back toward the map. “What we did can only be described as magic.”

“Magic?” his wife rolls her eyes. She huffs and gets up from her chair to slap the back of Tony’s head. “We’ve got no time for this nonsense, Ton’s. Just get it over with.”

“Last night you told me I need to talk more,” he argues. “Before I silenced you with my…” he trails off. “Anyways. Back to your question, Andy.”

“Good,” Andy grumbles. “Please continue.”

“Could you all stop interrupting me?” Tony cocks a brow, and the room falls silent. “Father and I, we worked our asses off. If we want to survive this revolution, we need more than a good heart and bravery. We need an advantage.”

Bucky huffs in frustration. He’s tired of listening to Tony’s endless explanations. Mostly because he only understands half of the things Stark, and his father are talking about.

A knock on the door of the secret conference room causes all of the people gathering around the table to fall silent for a moment.

“Who’s that?” Nick jumps up, hand grabbing his sword as the door slowly opens. He releases a shuddery breath when you step inside the room. You shyly glance at Nick who immediately drops the sword to rush to her side.

“What’s the matter, flower?”

“You—we…it’s all over. They are here. King Rumlow, Pierce…they are coming for us. It’s an army, Nick. I think someone told them we are here…all of us,” you whimper before passing out on your husband. Nick catches your fall to carry you toward the table.

While Nick gently cradles his wife in his arms, his brother jumps up, knocking the chair over to get a huge bag he brought with him. “Fuck, I guess times up already.”

“Steve,” Andy jumps up to close the door and lock it. “Friends, allies…the day we all feared and hoped for came earlier than expected. We all can only hope we can withstand their attack.”

Tony walks toward the window, he opens it to glance outside only to see an army slowly approaching the castle. 

His heart somersaults, but he’s not afraid. He knew this day was coming. 

“Tony…” his wife softly says.

“I know,” he closes the window and turns back around. “Well, I guess they want to test their strength. Luckily I’m not unprepared.”

“A battle was the last resort, Tony. What are we going to do now?” Steve questions. He worriedly watches his wife step toward him with tears in her eyes. “Tony?”

“We won’t go down without fighting back. That’s what we are going to do, Steve,” Tony grins. 

“No more riddles or meaningless speeches,” Bucky warns. “Time is running out on us, and our plan just went down the drain.”

“Fear not,” Tony says. He gets a strange device out. One you only ever saw in history books. “If they want a war, I’ll bring it to them…”

The End...

This is it. The end of arc 2. I know, I’m evil. You will have to read the other arcs to get to know what Tony has up his sleeve… 😈

>> Arc 3

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[emmaloo21butwriting]

hello! i love your writing and i don’t think it’s cringe-y at all :) i was wondering if i could request a yandere!peter pevensie x reader where it’s an arranged marriage, or he really wants to marry her or something. you can write whatever you feel comfortable with! i also think it’s very cool that you’re mormon, i have some mormon cousins! have a great evening <3

mentions of an older sibling(not given a gender) and I used she/her pronouns. I also wrote the reader as kind of stubborn but also gullible, and she wears dresses nothing else ebcause she is a “proper princess”

I may make a part 2((with multiple endings)) because this made me really hapoy

mentions of; braid-able hair, drugging of a drink, gaslighting, love bombing, check tags for more

“Mother! I find it unfair that I’m marrying a man I just met!” Y/n groaned, “Nor do I like him! He’s a lunatic! He’s killed so many kingdoms just so he could rule! I’m not marrying him, he just wants this one!”

“You will marry him whether you like it or not! Your older sibling is going to rule this kingdom, meaning you will need somewhere to go. Stop complaining and let me braid your hair!” Her mother cried, “I don’t care what you think! I will say where you go! The ball is tonight and I expect you behave and are sweet to him. Or you are in serious trouble!”

“Yeah, whatever, just hurry up!” She whined.

•••

Y/n walked into the ball, not knowing she was going to the first girl there.

“Y/n!” Peter grinned, running up the stairs to her side.

“How are you, love?” He asked.

“I’m well,” she said, trying to walk past him.

“Darling, where are you going?” He acted calm, but was quite furious.

“I was going to get a drink,” She really wanted one of those cookies, they looked delicious.

“Oh, here, follow me, I’ll get you something in a second,” He grinned at her, then winked at the guards.

The guards shut the doors, no one else in there but them.

He had her sat on his throne.

“I find this unprofessional-“

“We’re going to be husband and wife, why should we be professional?” He laughed, kissing her.

He got her a drink and a plate of cookies, right next to her, standing.

She tried to act offended, but she was so glad.

“Do you want anything?” She asked, kindly.

“I’m alright,” he chuckled, “I ate before.”

She took a sip, then split it on her dress.

“Oh..” she seemed said.

“It’s alright, I’ll get you a new one, would you like a jacket.”

“A new dress? Oh, it’s alright. They are so expensive-“ She blinked, her head blanking for a second, then taking another sip of the punch, “This tastes so good.”

“Nothings to expensive for you,” He kissed her forehead, she smiled, then fainted into his arms, he took the drink from her.

He lifted her up into his arms, taking her out of the ballroom and into his bedroom, laying her onto the bed.

•••

Y/n woke up, groaning.

Peter sat at her side, she turned her head to him.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“What?! Why am I in here?!” She got up, still dizzy, but ready to fight.

“You fainted, I brought you in here, do you feel okay?” He asked.

“I fainted? From what?” She got up, glaring at him, in her underdress.

“Don’t be rash, you’ll get hurt.” Peter said.

“I’m not being rash! I’m trying to save myself from you! You’re a psycho aren’t you?” She was at the door, he grabbed her, hand over her mouth.

“A psycho?” He held her, she was fighting.

“I’m the HIGH king of Narnia, my love. We get married tonight, aren’t you excited?” He squished her cheeks, grinning, she was terrified.

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totally just noticed mistakes lol, updated 4/21/24

[lovelywetdreamer]

💜🌸~King Geto and Food Taster Gojo~🌸💜

"Taste this, I have to make sure someone no one try to poison me" Geto spreading your pussy open for Gojo. Gojo and Geto could clearly see how arouse you are by how you dripping wet you are. There a little damp spot forming beneath you.

"It is my job as your royal food taster King Geto." Gojo didn't hesitate for a second to have his tongue inside your wet gummy walls. Geto had to hold your legs because you keep trapped Gojo. You couldn't help yourself, Gojo was a skilled master with his tongue. The way he twirl his tongue inside you is an art form that need to be study.

"My queen, you need to let the man do his job. This what we are paying him for." The way Geto looking down at you with pure arouse just patiently waiting his turn with you. All the he could do is play with your hard nipple while plants hot kisses from your neck to collar. You couldn't control yourself when you have Gojo' warm, wet tongue inside you and Geto twisting and pinching your sensitive nipples.

"The meal is safe to enjoy my king." Gojo said with a smile on his face and some of your love juice dripping from his chin.

[gulnarsultan]

Aenys has always been very attached to his mother. Aenys loved mama more, than anything in his life. He wean from her breast very late, he was very jealous of his father. He was jealous of everyone. He didn't care, that he could be teased or anything, he is happy to be a mommy's favorite boy. Aenys dreamed, that his mother would love only him and no one else. So that mama would belong only to him. His mommy, his queen, his wife, the mother of his children. His love.

Aenys is literally a mother's son. Aenys is the first child of Queen reader and Aegon the Conqueror and the fruit of their love. Unlike other children, Aenys drank milk from his mother's breast until he was five years old. Queen Aenys became pregnant again several times afterward. This made Aenys jealous. Most likely, Maegor is the Queen's son. This causes more rivalry and contention between the two brothers. Aenys is healthier and stronger as he is the Queen's son. Whenever Aegon spends time with the reader, Aenys gets very jealous. He wants all of he mother's attention, affection, and attention. He has a lot of conflicts with his siblings, especially Maegor, about his mother. No matter how old he gets, Aenys is literally he mother's big baby. He doesn't care if anyone makes fun of her for being so fond of his mother.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 | Morpheus( Dream) x Goddess!Reader

Series Masterlist

Everything started when your skin could rival the paleness of a marble. That was when you knew that what you were doing was hurting your body and possibly your babies. Having extreme consciousness of your surrounding and your body, you were aware that this couldn't go on forever so... Even if it hurted you to see your lover's creation fade away and your people run away, you had to let go.

"My Lady, please don't cry anymore. No one should blame a mother for doing what's right for her children..."

"You are right but... I can't help but feel like I have failed them..."

Watching with sadness swirling inside her eyes, she kneeled before your form which was sitting on the throne of your lover as a way to feel closer to him and took your hands to place them over your swollen belly. "My Queen, how could you fail us when you're doing the utmost thing a woman can ever do??

Pouting and shaking your head childishly, Lucienne smiled and took your hand to escort you down. She wasn't your husband, she couldn't potentially know watching the moon was what always brought happiness to you but you were grateful for her efforts. Taking care of an emotional and hormonal pregnant woman was already hard, add the stress on you and... Double fuck.

But the face Lucienne wore when you told her what you were craving- sweet patato with maple syrup, with marshmallow next to it- you laughed hard. Harder than you had ever done. "Ah, Lucienne... You just made my day and thank you for bringing me my meal. And don't look at me like that, I blame Dream for this weird craving!"

"I... understand, my lady. I'm just happy that you're finally enjoying yourself. Are you going to return to Asgard after meal?"

Fiddling with her fingers, the same dread and suffocating feeling had started to bubble inside Lucienne's chest. She didn't want to say anything and scare you but now, she had a lot to loose... Especially after loosing the King.

And when she already lost her king, she didn't want to loose her queen too.

Not if she had a chance to keep her here.

"Hmm, Heimdall reached out to me, saying that there were problems with Alfheim and I have to meet with the ruler of Jotunheim... Though, since I'm with child, they will be coming to Asgard since my body cannot handle three different teleportations... Are you okay, dear Lucienne?"

"Is there... Could you not go another time? You said it yourself, you're close to giving birth and-"

Raising your hand and immediately silencing her, you took a deep breath and looked at her pleading eyes. You saw the worry and the fear inside her, the silent plea to not to leave the Dreaming. "My dear Lucienne, as much as I want to stay... Unfortunately there are no healers. And I have to talk to Jotunheim to maintain the peace I had brought after many centuries of war..."

Nodding her head at your words, she looked at the window and below the ground. She didn't want to let go of you and potentially risk your life and the little hopes of the Dreaming and you saw the uncertainity in her.

"You shall not worry, Lucienne. It won't take long, besides... I can't have the godmother, as humans call it, of my children sulking like that."

And the joy she felt at the news brought a wide smile on yours too...

Too bad that even after 4 months, you were yet to return.

And now, after 105 years, the woman who had let go of the last line the realms were holding onto explained everything to the King of Dreams while the said-man was sitting on the broken ladders that led to his throne with an unrecognizable face, amidst all the ruins, and played with the wedding ring he had surprised his one love with.

"And that was the last time I had seen her... I wanted to keep her here, my lord but... She was right about healers and I couldn't argue with her... If only I did back then..."

Hanging her head low in shame and guilt, Morpheus watched with a stern look that held many fires inside. At this moment, he felt like he could rival all of the gods. He could march up to her kingdom and demand every single one of them where his wife was, why they had hated the woman who fought for them and sacrificed everything she had just because she chose to love him and marry him...

But he could also feel all the energy and power draining inside of him, it was as if even his soul knew that he was nothing without the one he yearned for. This feeling wasn't like any other he had felt, sure he had lovers before you. Compared to him, you were way younger after all but if having you would be the greatest gift and the most peaceful he ever would be, he would've waited many centuries just for you two to find each other.

"It's not your fault, Lucienne. She is free to come and go, you couldn't have known that someone would..." Shaking his head at his twisted mind and how it took a scary turn at the possibilities of what had happened to you, he looked in front of himself and gripped the bed-hair that was his own, the one you'd always tease for and play with. He couldn't help but think of what might have happened in your last moments, whether you were scared or not or if you blamed him. He was aware that even if you were a god, you weren't immortal.

"Just because I'm the ruler of 9 Realms and the Goddess of Life and Creation, it doesn't mean I can't die. I was born, I live and I'll die like any humans do... It just takes 50.000 years, compared to a human life, so we have still a long time!"

An unamused chuckle left his lips at the cheery voice you had soothed his worries with, and he remembered how you kissed the bridge of his nose and touched his face as if he was a fragile thing to be protected at all costs. Your touch would always be the only thing that eased him, whether he was stressed or worried, and the way you would just drag him away to cuddle and force him to sleep with a teasing You're the King of Dreams, yet you don't even close your eyes, were the proof that you really loved him.

The memory of you two playing with snow, visiting the library and sharing little, discreet kisses as if you were two dumb teenagers all flooded inside his mind at once. But he refused to think of them as if it was the last time you two enjoyed each other's scents and body, as if you were... dead.

With so many thoughts inside his mind, he didn't hear Lucienne asking him whether he would get help from his siblings or not.

Why would he, when they knew that he was imprisoned, when his wife was suffering silently for the things that wasn't even her responsibilities?

" I'm quite sure they know what happened to me, to my wife... And not one of them came to my aid, helped my love when she needed the most and left her to shoulder all the weight when I promised to not let a single being hurt her, including myself."

Looking directly at her king's shaky and wide irises that showed the kind of pain he was in, not because of the betrayal of his siblings, not his imprisonment, not even his lack of power but the pain his wife had to endure all this time... She watched with amazement when a tear slipped from his left eye and he hurriedly wiped it, that being the first time he had shown a softer side to the librarian, except the pettiness.

She always knew that the love Dream felt for you was way stronger than that mortal Nada or any other ex-girlfriends he had but to see the cold, expressionless king she had served for centuries cry silently was definetly an experience by itself.

"Tell me Lucienne... Did she hate me?" asked Dream, the one question he feared the answer the most. With a sad and small smile, Lucienne shook her head. "No, my lord... She never hated you but... there was only one person she loathed with a deep passion."

Feeling confused at the meaning behind her words, he turned his body to her and raised his brows at her, telling her to explain herself silently.

" You know how... Jessamy was killed..." Dream closed his eyes thightly at the mention of his companion but opened them back, wanting to know how she was connected to the person his wife hated the most. "When her Ladyship learnt what was going on, three of us worked hard to set you free and Jessamy was the one to suggest to get into the basement. My Queen refused, saying that it was too risky and that she wasn't ready to loose another one close to her but with much begging from her, My Queen allowed it... As you can guess by this, my lord, the person she loathes the most is... herself. And the death of Jessamy, changed everything within her. Created something... not her..."

The chill night breeze of the city engulfed you with its bone shivering cold but the weakened body was already in deep so much that it barely felt it. Walking through the streets and watching all the mortals pass by you, not knowing that they were lucky to not face with your powers, you went to at apartman you were searching for while thinking how some snotty, disgusting humans with many body fluids were that important to many gods and powerful creatures.

They didn't appreciate life, all they had ever done was destroy and ruin everything with their wars, greed and hunger for basically everything.

And it was obvious in the way Rodrick Burgess captured Morpheus and took his tools for his entertainment. Health, power, wealth that could rival even Musa of Mali or William the Conqueror... All for it to go to waste in the end, because no one, not even a god would change the nature of humanity.

Except Death and the meek human she had made immortal.

"Gotta deal with that too... But first, let's see this famous Corinthian and Ethel."

Meanwhile, both parties were inside with Corinthian explaining how Morpheus was free and on search for his tools but most importantly, his wife.

"A God, a powerful being couldn't even protect his wife? I highly doubt he's dangerous to me or you..."

"You shouldn’t belittle his anger. He's dead set on finding her and the tools. He may not be strong enough right now but his wife? She's the Ruler of 9 Realms and Queen of the Dreaming, the power she has could easily kill-"

"Oh, please... You're making me seen like I kill for sport, Corinthian~"

The voice of the woman who scared even the strongest one out there, the heart of the Dreaming and 9 Realms, brought another kind of fear inside the blond man and when Ethel saw how he shook with fear and sweat, she couldn't find in her to turn back to see the source of the voice for what that would mean for her.

They both were frozen at their places, faces facing each other and hands stuck with holding onto something for support when the click of heels came closer to them. With shaky sigh, Ethel trembled at the omnious aura coming from behind her, fear of death biling up and almost making her vomit.

And the feeling only intensified when a sharp nail found its way to her cheek and rubbed the skin that started to wrinkle. "Is that fear I sense coming from you, Ethel? You didn't seem scared when you stole that ruby and helm?"

" My Lady Y/N, please spare-" Corinthian started to kneel down and beg for mercy at the sinister look on your face when you raised your hand at him to stop his nonsense.

"Wrong name... Dear Corinthian."

He tilted his head confused at the deadpan look and how you seemed... different.

Cold and sharp eyes, a predator look, the way you talked, calculating and... pure bad intentions.

"You... You aren't her, are you?"

Stopping your ministrations, you turned your head slowly at the man having a smug smirk and gave him a small yet daring smile. "And why do you think so?"

"Such bad intentions and desire to kill... It has never been her aspect..."

Humming approvingly, you sat down on the counter and faced the rogue nightmare that has been causing trouble. His eyes were set on your form, drinking everything it had to offer and the thoughts crossing his mind was... not so innocent.

Chuckling at his obvious- but stupid- smugness, you watched how his spine turned, almost threatening to break and his painful screams?

They were music.

"I'll say this just once so, listen carefully." Hurriedly nodding his head, you looked at his spine with red eyes and healed him slowly. "I'm here to destroy Morpheus, after all he's our shared enemy. I will give you my help and you will do my dirty jobs. And if I like you enough, I'll reward you~"

Smirking at the last sentence, Corinthian stepped closer to your form who sitting cross-legged and put his hands on your thighs. "And what's my reward, for pleasing you?"

" First, tell me if you accept or not."

"And if I don't?"

"I'd kill you and then ask the stupid blonde over there, and if she refuses too... I'd go and look for another suitable watch-dog."

With a tell-tale voice that seemed like you were singing, you knew by the horrified look on both their faces that you had won.

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[darkestspring]

How about Queen Reader's reaction if Baelon II lost his eye? I don't think she would be mad at Luke, but would all apologize

Upon hearing the commotion, she entered the room with her guard behind her even though she knew there was no threat to herself. She paused in horror at the sight of her grandson, his right eye bloodied and sewn shut.

“What on earth? Baelon!” She didn’t hesitate to run to him, her hands cupping his cheeks. “Oh my love, what has happened to you?”

“How could you allow this to happen, Daemon, Viserys?!” She shouted at her sons as both Alicent and Rhaenys tried to comfort her.

“I’m okay grandmother.” Baelon tried to insist, his hands clutching onto Aemond’s. “They were hurting Aemond. Four against One, it wasn’t fair. I tried to stop it but there was a knife. It was the younger one, Lucerys.”

“How could you have gone so far.” She pulled away from her grandson and looked at her granddaughter. “The faults of children lie on their parents. Are you teaching them to gang up on their family, to bring blades and use it against family?” She was distraught, her beloved children and grandchildren. Has she failed them so?

Rhaenyra looked like she wanted to cry and she directed her glare next at Daemon but didn’t say anything as she returned to her grandson.

“I am taking my grandson back to King’s Landing. He will become my ward, since his father is so incapable of caring for anything but his own cock.”

Daemon’s eyes held hurt and regret but he didn’t move to refuse or refute the claim.

“Children, come. I will now allow us to stay any longer, where we are no longer welcome.”

[joonie7007]

I’m so late but I just listened to heavy metal lover by lady Gaga for the first time and this song make me think of women in power like royalty or some fics // I don’t care if you’re a ruthless king or wtv I want you to get on ur knees in front of the whole kingdom for me kiss my feet do what I sayy / or queen / empress reader with Yandere prince or some lolz xp