#she’s a I Can Fix Him queen and I can respect it

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TLDR: Francesca Bridgerton is Autistic. Fight me.

Okay so I did not go into Season 3 of Bridgerton expecting to have any feelings about Francesca Bridgerton. We have seen her only in glimpses in the show and I have not read the books, so I knew basically nothing about her before binging the first four episodes.

But guys. GUYS. I will die for this autistic queen.

Okay, so starting with first impressions. We know that on her big day, Francesca went out of her way to avoid her nosy, loud family by having a very early, quiet breakfast by herself and then calming down via playing the piano (clearly a special interest of hers).

In her first balls, we see Francesca light up any time she talks about music (clearly her current or forever special interest) but as soon as men try to take it to a flirting place she IMMEDIATELY shuts down. It's clear that even as she states very matter-of-factly that she plans to marry this season, she also is baffled and uncomfortable any time someone tries to actually, ya know, court her.

At one of her first shindigs, she got attention and then went up to her brother and (while making almost no eye contact) told him (rather than asked him) that she needed a sec.

She then sat by herself in the side of the ballroom.

Later on, she left a ball in search of quiet and solitude to fix her sensory overload, so she went outside this time. (A thing that we know from pervious seasons is a HUGE no-no, particularly unchaperoned. But she was very respectfully near the door so maybe that's fine?) The point is that she cares very much about staying respectable so she can get this marriage thing over with and get people to stop perceiving her, yet she risks some scandal by going outside just so she can be somewhere quiet alone.

Enter: this absolute (also autistic) Prince Charming.

He says hello (so she knows he's not like trying to sneak up on her in the dark like a creep) and then just stands there. 10/10, no notes, best way to flirt I have ever seen in my life.

Seriously just look at this. I'm in love. Never before has there been a greater sign of love at first sight than in this "standing politely five feet apart in total silence in the middle of a ball and enjoying each other's company."

I need to go watch these first four episodes about a hundred more times, but I THINK this might be the first sincere smile we see from Francesca??!? I at least got the impression immediately that this is the first time she's felt genuinely comfortable and happy while not entirely alone this season.

Like, these nerds did not even exchange names. They barely exchanged a word. Yet you can see them falling head over heels in love right there in that moment. I don't even LIKE love at first sight tropes and they have my whole heart. They are the only exception.

Then, of course, you have this second absolutely iconic Scene of Silence where the entire Bridgerton family stares in neurotypical confusion a these two amazing weirdos. The way these two do not know each other but they DO know each other. The way they are both so happy and so comfortable but also still playing the whole society game the way they were told they had to?? I just don't have words right now.

LOOK AT HER SMILE, GUYSSSSSSSS.

Look how happy this tiny, silent moment is making her. How she understands immediately what he's doing and is absolutely delighted to participate too even knowing her entire family is hardcore judging them from not that far away.

And then you get this smug little look from him and it's like you can see his autistic ass thinking, "Yes. I calculated correctly. This was the correct romance option. Gold star to me." (Okay, maybe that's just how my brain works but shhhhh)

Which, of course, brings us to this absolutely hilariously awkward ND attempt at flirting. We start off with some fairly normal "whoops, I'm flustered cause you make me nervous" sort of moments, but notice how little eye contact she makes. How she only looks in his eyes very briefly and it seems like she almost has to remind herself to do so when she's doing the "polite" answers (OR later when she's genuinely interested in a topic).

So as soon as Francesca is like "oh shit, I ruined it. I forgot how to neurotypical. It's over" then she loses patience with the practiced social niceties.

I spent like 30 minutes trying to find a GIF and I should already be asleep so I'm not going to go learn how to make one BUT I needed to look up exactly what happens next cause it's basically the most autistic thing I've ever seen.

WHICH IS that in response to the second awkward silence after Francesca shares all of this, John's response is, "That is helpful. If you'll excuse me."

Then dude bro just WALKS AWAY WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD.

Like it would be awkward anyway but now Francesca thinks she misread a social cue so she's feeling sad, and meanwhile this absolute king is over here on a romantic mission no one asked him to do because he is that set on showing her he's listening and cares.

The man shows up at the ball and as soon as he had a paper we were all screaming "he wrote her a song!!!"

Again, notice the eye contact (or lack thereof). I think with period dramas and women, it's easy to just go "oh she's just shy" or "she's just being demure like she's supposed to" but like NO. This girl does not want to meet anyone's eyes.

Until she does. Because in moments where she's talking about music or enjoying quiet, it's worth it to purposefully meet his eyes and see how he's feeling too. To make sure he can see she's happy.

ANYWAY, it was so much better than him writing a song for her.

SO. MUCH. BETTER.

Because he didn't just give her any ol' music. He sought out the music they'd specifically heard in the street, and he took her exact specifications on what was "wrong" with the music, and he FIXED IT. He then put the whole thing on sheet music and handed her a copy with no further explanation than this.

Our autistic lass was so excited she basically sprinted out of that ball so she could find a piano. (Which, the fact that she does this rather than try to stay and flirt/dance with the man who just gave her this incredible gift ALSO says a lot, just saying. Daphne could never.)

So our girl finds a piano and GUYS. LOOK AT HOW HAPPY SHE IS.

I'm pretty sure this woman would accept a proposal right this second. Maybe make one herself. She is so head over heels in love with this man that it's absurd. We have watched her mask in these first four episodes, but the last two where she's interacting with John are the first times she seems genuinely happy and like the real her is shining through.

Like, does she enjoy her family? Sure. But it's obvious (and she even tells us) that she finds them overwhelming and generally to be A Lot. But these scenes? This gesture?

You can just get how seen she feels. How weird and wild and amazing it is to her that this man can see who she actually is and wants to join her there instead of making her play some part of the perfect Bridgerton who likes to be the center of attention.

(And even here - the EYE CONTACT. She glances at people when she's talking to them, but the way she looks at the sheet music is so much more intense and intimate and personal than anytime she's looking at the average person in the show. She still even in places she's most comfortable, such as sitting at the piano, makes very little eye contact and only at very specific moments.)

Anyway I'm going to sleep now but I'm sure I'll add more thoughts as they come to me. Feel free to add your own case for why Francesca is autistic and/or otherwise neurodivergent. I want to hear allllllll the thoughts.

[strawberri-blonde]

Yours to Command - Jacaerys Velaryon

Summary: you don’t tolerate disrespect towards your betrothed and in return he shows you how much he appreciates it.

Warning: smuttttt also I used an app for the Valyrian so if it’s wrong my bad.

Masterlist

“He’s nothing but a bastard-.” The Lord couldn’t even finish his sentence as you drew your sword, crafted from the finest steel, and slashed him across the face from ear to lip.

The room erupted in gasps of horror and surprise as you cut into the man’s flesh. The Lord had been boasting to your stepmother, Queen Rhaenyra, and your father, Daemon, about how you should marry his eldest son, dismissing Jacaerys as an option because of his infamous brown hair. What the Lord didn’t know was that you loved Jacaerys' distinguished curls and his soft brown eyes.

“Watch your tongue as you speak of my betrothed.” Your sharp words echoed throughout the large hall as crimson dripped onto the floor and you approached the fear-stricken man. “For not only is he someone I hold dear to my heart, but he is also your Prince of the Seven Kingdoms and wields a sword better than I.”

“Y/n, that’s enough.” Queen Rhaenyra’s voice cut through your enraged fog, and you felt a familiar pair of hands grip your waist.

You leaned into Jace’s grasp and turned to the queen, who didn’t look angry. Her eyes had a smugness to them, but her face remained professional. Your father, on the other hand, couldn’t contain his smirk, proud of his eldest daughter.

“My queen, I hold you in the highest respect,” you announced, bowing your head to her, then turned back to the crowd of men. “But I don’t tolerate disrespect towards my beloved.” Your eyes narrowed like a viper's with a sharp tongue. “Let this fool be my last warning to you all. As his wound scars over, I want you all to see what the least I can do, because next time I’ll take a note from my father's book and let you keep your tongue.”

The room remained still and quiet as you made sure to look every person in the eye, asserting your seriousness. “Jacaerys, please take your betrothed to her chambers, and we’ll discuss her actions,” she spoke mainly to you, but the sparkle in her eyes told you she wasn’t mad. She was proud that someone stood up for her firstborn.

Jace pressed you against his front, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his scent washing over you and soothing your rage. “Come, my love,” he whispered softly, his voice calming you, though your hard exterior remained unmoved. Keeping a death stare fixed on the bloody face of the Lord, you allowed Jace to lead you out of the council chamber with a gentle hand on your lower back.

As you both walked down the hallway, silence enveloped you, broken only by the clicking of your shoes against the stone floor. Finally, you let out a loud sigh, releasing your frustrations, and glanced up at Jace, who was walking to your right. His attention was already on you, his lips curled into a knowing smile. He was used to your angry outbursts, especially since he knew he was one of the few (besides your late mother) who could calm you.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly as you both continued the long walk to your wing where your and your sisters' rooms were. “I know you can handle it yourself.” Your blood boiled as you thought of the way the older men looked at him, trying to offer their puny excuse of sons your way. “If I offended you, I apologize.”

A chuckle escaped from the Prince's mouth, making you pause in your step. With quick movements, Jace gently pushed you against the wall between two columns and pressed a heated kiss to your lips. You gasped, and he bit down on your parted bottom lip. “Please never apologize for caring for me,” he murmured, his lips barely leaving yours as his eyes bore into your own. “It doesn’t offend me knowing I have a strong woman by my side, willing to cut anyone down for speaking ill of my name.” Jace kissed you again, and you pressed your hands on his chest, gripping the black tunic with gold embroidery sewn into the fabric.

He pulled away to mumble, “I’m proud to be yours. And I can’t wait until you’re my wife.” His words made you melt like butter because you couldn’t wait either. You smiled up at him with sultry eyes.

“I can’t wait to call you husband.” Jace smiled brightly, pressing you back in for a kiss, making both of you smile into the act like grinning fools.

The kiss brought on a sense of excitement that sent chills down your spine, and a soft, almost imperceptible moan escaped your lips when his hands began to caress your waist.

Hearing your soft moans, Jacaerys dragged his tongue along your full bottom lip, making you part your mouth and allowing his tongue to slip in. Your moans grew embarrassingly louder, but they only drove the prince to kiss you harder.

His hands lowered to your hips, and without warning, he picked you up and pinned you to the wall. Your dress slid up to your thighs, allowing you to lock your ankles together, pulling him close until his groin matched your own. The stone wall was cold against your back, but with your betrothed pressing you against his hard, hot body, you had no complaints. Instead, you arched your back, making his stiffness rub against your core, leaving you craving more of this. More of him.

You could feel Jacaerys breath catch in his throat at the feeling of your body against his, and a small growl escaped his lips as his hips began to grind into yours, and his grip on your hips tightened as his eyes met yours, filled with desire.

“Y/n…we shouldn’t be doing this,” He murmured, but his body continued to betray his words, pressing against you more firmly. “Anyone could see us…”

You slipped a hand behind his head as heat pool in your abdomen and you tugged on his curls making his close his eyes in a short bliss. Your lips curled as you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth bucking your hips to add friction while your mouth trailed down to his neck pressing mouth open kissed to his pearly skin. “Ivestragī zirȳ ūndegon skoros nykeā sīr called bastard iksos capable hen.” Let them see what a so called bastard is capable of.

A low, almost guttural growl escaped from the Prince’s lips. “Hang va issa, beloved.” Jace secured his grip on you while your hands wrapped around his shoulders, fists clinging to his curls for dear life. “Open,” he commanded. If it were anyone but him or the queen, you would’ve laughed in their face, but for Jacaerys, you’d gladly walk off a cliff if he so desired. Hang on my beloved.

"I'm yours to command, my prince," you responded, your voice low and breathless. You parted your lips, but Jace couldn't help himself and pressed his open mouth to yours. With one hand, he raised your dress higher, his fingers slightly grazing your covered heat before ripping your stockings and excusing your cotton underwear.

When he pulled away, you immediately whimpered but were silenced by his pointer and middle finger shoving their way into your mouth. Your eyes widened at first, but as his brown eyes bore into yours, you began to suck his digits and even swirled your tongue around them. "By the gods, you’re perfect," he began. "And you’re all mine."

He slowly pulled his hand away from your mouth, making sure to caress your bottom lip. With haste, he reached under your bunched-up fabric to tease you slightly by gliding his soaked fingers against the already wet fabric of your undergarments.

"My Prince, please." Jace kissed your lips, hushing you as he pulled your coverings aside and pressed against your mound, sliding into your slick folds. He caressed you up and down, teasing your clit down to your entrance. "Gods."

Your head tilted back, hitting the stone wall in ecstasy as his rough fingers began to circle around your pearl. This wasn’t the first time Jace had touched you there. You both hadn’t been all that patient with waiting until you were wed, but as the honorable gentleman that he is, you hadn’t consummated anything because Jace really wanted to wait until the wedding night. However, that didn’t stop you both from getting your pleasure from other things. If it were up to you, the dragon rider would’ve already had the best ride of his life.

"Jace." You moaned out as he began the motion of figure eights, making your legs shake in delight.

"I love you like this, Princess." His hot breath hit your face as he leaned over you and kissed your parted lips. "When we wed, I plan on taking you in every nook and corner of this palace until you're full of my seed." Your cunt pooled at his words, and Jace could feel how wet you were becoming by the slushing sound his fingers made against your throbbing nerve. "You want that, my beloved?"

Loud moans spilled from your swollen lips as you helplessly nodded, knowing that if you didn’t respond in some way, he’d stop. “Yes,” you managed to get out as your abdomen tightened and your breath hitched, feeling that familiar, eye-blinding sensation start to form. “I can’t wait to be full of your children, letting everyone know what you did to me.” Jace kissed down your neck and sucked on that one spot that made you weak in the knees. “And I want them all to know how much I liked it.”

The prince sucked harder, and without realizing it, you began to yank at his curls, making his desire burn more intensely, especially as your moans increased and became shorter, signaling your very close end. “Cum syt issa, issa jorrāelagon milk issa fingers rūsīr aōha sweetness nyke jaelagon naejot ūndegon ao withering isse pleasure.” Cum for me, my love milk my fingers with your sweetness I want to see you withering in pleasure.

As his fingers continued their steady pace, rubbing against your clit, and his mouth worked against your neck, your body tensed in delight as your orgasm washed over you like a dragon's fire. No words left your parted lips, and you were grateful that Jace pressed his against yours in a kiss, because after that intense pleasure, you just wanted to be engulfed by nothing but him.

"I love you," you whimpered, making his boyish grin return to his face as he slightly pulled his head back to look at you. His hand slipped out from your undergarments, and he pulled your dress back down to cover your exposed thighs, keeping your skin hidden from view.

He sucked his fingers clean before he spoke. “Issa prūmia exists outside issa chest kesrio syt nyke’ve given ziry naejot ao se moment nyke tegon issa laesi va ao.” The brightest smile spread across your face, and as the two of you kissed, engrossed in the love surrounding you, someone clearing their throat made you both pull away like two deer caught by dogs. My heart exists outside my chest because I’ve given it to you the moment I land my eyes on you.

“Aōha valyrīha emagon gotten rōvēgrior, nephew.” Jace's face turned crimson from embarrassment, unlike the oversized pig of a man who had insulted him earlier, whose face was red with blood. Your Valyrian has gotten excellent, nephew.

You glared at your father, Daemon, as the prince carefully set you back on your feet and stood in front of you, nudging you behind him, between the columns. "But could you not corrupt my daughter before the wedding ceremony?" His knowing smirk could be seen over your beloved's shoulder, and he stood tall with his hands laced in front of him.

“Daemon-“ Jace began but your father raised a hand to stop him.

"Please just take her to her chambers before the Queen decides not to marry you a week from today." This news had you clenching Jace's hand, and he smiled down at you because the date hadn't been set yet. "And act surprised when she announces the news to you both, and please, no public displays of your love at least until after the wedding." Daemon shot them a sinful grin before nodding them off and walking past them.

"A week," you whispered with excitement, pulling Jacaerys into a loving kiss, which he returned with just as much enthusiasm. He grabbed your waist, began to pull you from the wall, and spun you around, making both of you laugh with joy.

Hoped you all enjoyed it’s been a while since I’ve written anything but I’m in my Jace era and I’m truthfully scared to be in it because I know my hearts going to be ripped out of my chest.

~ Caroline

[ripmydenim]

Thoughts on the Voice

I have never watched the US voice, I watched this season becos of Niall and I swear he did so good also the show was so entertaining? Definitely in Niall's wheelhouse of cheesy jokes, feel good artist supporting artist energy and such wholesome funny

I love how the Voice emphasizes the Voice duh and I think it feels so much more drama free than xfactor (granted I only watched one season and I do not have much experience with music talent shows)

But it's so wholesome it's not Abt the sob stories it's such a unique marketing tactic to use coaches who are already very established and great entertainers to sell the show and give it the fun and watchability

The skits are Soo cheesy but it's such good fun

Im so happy that u really didn't need much sob story or personal story at least in my opinion frm the clips it really emphasized the rehearsals and technical aspects of performance much more

Love Kelly Clarkson, Blake and Chance so much they are so funny and brilliant coaches. The banter between all four of them is top notch they are all so witty and personable

Gina my girl I'm so proud and definitely gonna watch out for ur music ur wicked game performance I have rewatched so so so many times. Pay attention to dynamics so that u can really highlight ur voice and range

I love Kala 💕 her voice is incredible and I love the duet Skinny Love with Gina and her blind performance both sides now so much I am definitely watching out for her in the future guys go sub to her YouTube channel.

Ryley Tate is so cutee and his voice is so unique and high u are a classic unique singer I believe u will go far I mean he have quite an intense fan base already. I love his cover of Billie Ellish I have also rewatched that so so many timess

Michael B was the dark horse but ur duet of heartbreak aniversary the runs were Soo goodd I love that duet. His voice is so theatrical and powerful. I loved seeing him prove to everyone his powerful voice also he reminds me of Evan Hansen and Harry Potter (lol in the Shawn Mendes cover)

Laura Littleton is so cute and energeticc in her blinds Sign of the Times and terrific song choice and making it ur own. I wish her Battles was more suited to her I can understand why she was assigned to the song and the battle but I wish she did more with it

Not to be all about Niall's contestants but tbh I only watched theirs but I saw Cait's performance of Whitney dude was so good and so powerful she really popped! Also the blinds for Holly Brand Im not a country person but dude that control was so impressive what a big voice. Also Mariah Kalia's blinds mad impressive tone and strong voice I respect ur decision to go with Chance girl for that hip hop stuff.

Banter wise so many iconic moments with Blake Kelly and Chance lol the I have glasses pitch and the chair turning and the dad-son dynamic and the duet with Kelly they look like they have so much fun on set such great coaches this season. Wish we could have gotten more of Blake Niall next season but let see how its gonna go

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among the twst cast, who do you think will be the best in-laws? just asking out of curiosity, cuz i personally think that trappola fam will be chill, also i imagine them doting on their grandbabies, or like crying at your wedding day xd

- I go crazy when I receive asks like this, djsjhs. I included everyone and how I think their actions will be justified as to whether their families will be good or 'bad' in-laws.

Reader is termed as "wife" and as a normal human. -

Right off the bat, let’s start with Riddle. You and Riddle’s mother will never get along. She and her son have much to discuss anyway, and we know how Riddle even mentioned that the Queen of Hearts has a lovely relationship his parents could learn from. If Mrs. Rosehearts is strict with her own child, imagine how much more she’d be with you! She probably has a list of acceptable spouses for Riddle, so just imagine her shock when he brings you home—shock that quickly turns to rage when she realizes you’re magicless. She will be a horrible mother-in-law. Mr. Rosehearts, however, will most likely be courteous about your relationship with his son. In fact, I can see him helping you and Riddle move somewhere away from their house in the Queendom of Roses. He’ll probably attend your wedding, but Mrs. Rosehearts? Probably not. It will take a long time before Mrs. Rosehearts can accept you wholeheartedly, and when she does, tears will be shed.

The Diamond family is harder to gauge. Mr. and Mrs. Diamond would likely respect your relationship enough to make sure you’re comfortable. Cater’s sisters, on the other hand, might urge you to become their new doll—though not as extreme as they did with him. Overall, they will accept you as part of their family. And if Cater doesn’t want to attend family reunions, they’ll accept that, though they can’t help but feel a little hurt and neglected. Maybe they’ll even start to reflect on how they’ve treated their son.

The Clover family are lovely people! When Trey introduces you to his parents, they’ll erupt into cheers, baking you pastries and a personalized cake tailored to your tastes. They won’t care if you’re magicless; as long as you make their son happy, that’s all that matters. Mr. and Mrs. Clover will even offer you and Trey the chance to manage their bakery. It’ll be up to you both whether to accept. Overall, they’ll be great in-laws, and they might even make wonderful grandparents.

Deuce’s mom, Dylla, is such a girlboss! As a mother-in-law, she’ll be the cool type, letting you hang out with her at car races, driving trucks, or doing anything outdoorsy. She might even suggest that you, she, and Deuce get matching small tattoos. She’s very chill and will always welcome you with open arms. You’ll have no trouble getting along with Deuce’s mom—sometimes, Deuce even wonders if his mom loves you more than him.

Ace’s family will welcome you with open arms—and with a bunch of pranks! Mr. Trappola is a normal human, so he won’t hold your magicless status against you. Ace’s older brother, however, will endlessly tease him with some good old brotherly banter. Mr. and Mrs. Trappola will probably shed tears on your wedding day, making it a fun, sentimental, and most of all, enjoyable occasion.

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The Kingscholars are royalty, so let’s be realistic: they’ll most likely not approve of Leona, their youngest son and second prince, marrying a normal human, especially a magicless one. They probably have plans to arrange a marriage with a fellow beastman from another noble or elite family, and your relationship could cause a scandal. But if Leona insists, then a wedding will happen. It will take a lot of convincing for the Kingscholars to accept you, especially since Mr. Kingscholar is ill. Falena will most likely be the first to accept you, either out of love for his brother or perhaps because he sees you as a key to fixing his strained relationship with Leona. Cheka, on the other hand, will love you! In fact, he might prefer your company over his lioness mother’s, though he won’t admit it.

Grandma Bucchi will shed tears of joy when Ruggie brings you home and introduces you as his lover. She’ll feel relieved that Ruggie has found someone who’ll take care of him—a lifelong companion, since she’s not as strong as she used to be. Prepare for a deep heart-to-heart with Grandma Bucchi, who will also show you pictures of baby Ruggie! She may even drop hints that she wants a grandchild from the two of you. Yes, she takes care of the other beast children in the neighborhood, but it wouldn’t hurt to give her a mini Ruggie.

The Howl family will accept you wholeheartedly. They believe that wolf beastmen like them have only one soulmate, and if Jack has found that in you, who are they to oppose? They’re not overly bearing, but they might occasionally ask whether you and Jack plan to have little Howl children. Jack’s siblings will adore you!

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The Ashengrotto family will welcome you! Azul is their baby, so whoever Azul loves, it’s guaranteed that they’ll accept you too. It probably won’t matter if you’re a human or magicless. Azul has a way with words and will have nothing but praises for you in front of his family. Mrs. Ashengrotto might sulk a little if Azul chooses to live on land and start a family with you there rather than in the sea, but the compromise is that you’ll build a house near the seaside. Mr. Ashengrotto will likely insist on having both a sea and land wedding, though Azul probably planned on that anyway. They won’t be toxic as in-laws and will likely dote on you, but they’ll definitely want to take care of any little Ashengrotto babies you have. Sometimes, you might wonder if they’re a bit too attached to their grandchildren…

The Leech family will also welcome you. If you decide to marry one of the Leech sons—or both of them (polygamy isn’t unheard of in the sea; hey, different customs)—they’ll make sure you feel at ease. Mr. Leech, who reminds you so much of Floyd, might ask if you know self-defense. When you say no, he’ll laugh and assure you that his sons will protect you anyway. He finds it amusing that Floyd calls you Shrimpy, though there’s a certain air of intimidation when he speaks... Mrs. Leech, who reminds you of Jade, is beautiful and speaks just like her other son. She’ll ask you questions like, “My dear, how can you protect yourself when you are magicless?” with a smile on her face. At one party dedicated to your arrival into the Leech family, you saw firsthand how Mr. Leech made everyone sign...something. When you asked the twins about it, they dismissed your concerns and assured you not to worry. They’ll be cool in-laws, but they won’t disclose any personal business with you—only with their sons. No matter how much you ask about their family business, because you want to help, you’ll get nowhere (it's for your safety, they say). The Leech family will dote on you, but there’s always an underlying sense that you’ve been inducted into something much larger and deeper than just a family of merfolk eels. Sometimes they have unexpected visits to your house in land, and you had a feeling that Mrs. Leech might dote on you only so she can spend time with her Leech grandbabies...

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The Al-Asims are so supportive of Kalim! There’s a certain sense of relief that you’re not associated with anything in their world, because they might worry that whoever is with Kalim, one of the richest men on earth, would take advantage of his kindness. But you don’t. Mr. Al-Asim will provide anything you ask for and will probably give you and Kalim a bunch of mansions, cars, and luxuries everywhere. Though they likely have a list of potential spouses for Kalim, the Al-Asims are glad he chose you. However, they’d be delighted if Kalim produces an heir one day. If Kalim chooses to be monogamous, they’ll accept it.

The Viper family will be glad to welcome you. Although they belong to the servant class under the Al-Asims, they won’t force you to serve them too. You think Jamil might have something to do with this… Anyway, they really like you, and they see how genuinely you admire their son—a mere servant in their eyes, but so much more to you.

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Mr. Schoenheit will adore you! Because Vil is his precious, beautiful child, that love will extend to you too. He’s a different man as Eric Venue on set and as Vil’s dad in personal life. He’s quite strict, or so you’ve heard from the actual staff on a movie he’s co-producing, but the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. The Schoenheits are hardworking, perfectionist people—not in a bad way, of course. When news breaks that you and Vil are expecting a child, either Eric Venue or Vil will put out a statement asking for your privacy to be respected. Overall, Eric will be a good in-law and a great grandfather. Imagine how cool it is to have a famous celebrity as an in-law and imagine being surrounded by a literal DILF and the most beautiful man in Twisted Wonderland. Damn. It’s a guarantee your child will be as beautiful as their father. Sometimes, though, Vil gets a little pouty when you stare at his father for a little too long…

You know the feeling of a family getting together for the first time in years despite their busy schedules to enjoy days full of celebration? That’s how Rook introduced you to his family. It is lively! The Hunt family likes you! The first thing they ask you and Rook is how the family planning is going. They’re quite a big family with six children, so they expect the same for you and Rook. Mr. and Mrs. Hunt are adoring in-laws, but when you ask about their family business, they’ll merrily dodge the questions, much like Rook does, telling you not to worry. When Rook leaves for long periods of time due to work, he’ll vehemently update you every hour. In the meantime, you and Mrs. Hunt, along with Rook’s sisters-in-law—the wives of his brothers—will go on pampering girls’ days! They’ll make sure you never feel lonely or left out, even when Rook’s away.

The Felmier family threw a celebration in your name when Epel introduced you. Grandma Marja cried, seeing how much her grandson has grown. Mr. and Mrs. Felmier hugged you tightly and thanked you for being with their lovely son, and you swore you felt a tear trickle down your cheek too. They will be loving in-laws, with a tight-knit family that supports each other. Once news breaks that you and Epel are expecting a child, another celebration will be held to welcome the new apple of their eye. They’ll likely insist on a traditional apple-themed baby shower, and they’ll spoil you and Epel with home-cooked meals, ensuring you’re both well cared for.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The Shrouds, especially Mrs. Shroud, will be ecstatic once Idia introduces you to them. Mr. Shroud, while less outwardly emotional, will be overjoyed in his own way. Over time, you’ll notice just how much he and Idia resemble each other. It won’t matter if you’re not as tech-savvy as they are; Idia already has S.T.Y.X.’s management covered. Mr. and Mrs. Shroud will show their affection in small but meaningful ways, or surprising you with thoughtful gifts—your own helmet. If any negative comments about you and Idia pop up online, they’ll be blocked faster than you can blink. Kidding—mostly. They’ll likely expect a little Shroud or two in the next few years, and they’ll gently remind you of this as they’re getting older and eager for grandchildren. Despite their eccentricities, they’ll make you feel like a cherished member of their family, though you’ll need to adjust to their unique ways of showing love and the way of their work, ergo taking care of S.T.Y.X and their various shady businesses.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The Draconias, especially Grandmother Maleficia, will formally welcome you into the family. However, the atmosphere might feel a bit too formal for your liking. A relationship with Malleus is one thing, but marriage is a whole different story. The Senate will likely oppose the union, with Grandmother Maleficia caught between keeping her beloved grandson happy and appeasing the increasingly vocal pressures from the Senate and close-minded fae who cannot accept a human—especially a magicless human—as their future queen. The weight of these expectations will hang over your relationship, adding tension to an otherwise loving bond. The prospect of Malleus Draconia marrying a human would be met with significant resistance within the Briar Valley. The fae population, steeped in centuries of tradition and wary of outsiders, would likely view such a union as a potential threat to their way of life. Some might even call for extreme measures, such as political unrest or, in the worst-case scenario, a war to prevent the marriage from taking place. However, Malleus will stand by you, determined to weather the storm together. Over time, and with Malleus’s formidable power and influence, even the most skeptical fae could be convinced that this union could bring about a new era of understanding and unity between their worlds. As for Grandmother Maleficia, though she may seem distant at first, she’ll eventually warm up to you, especially when she sees how happy you make Malleus. And should the two of you have children (the Draconias badly needed predecessors), she’ll be the first to dote on her great-grandchildren as long as she is alive, ensuring they’re raised with both love and the proud traditions of the Draconia family.

The Zigvolt family is not new to interspecies relationships, with Mama Zigvolt being a fae and Papa Zigvolt a normal human dentist. She will support you! Her fiery nature as a fae will come in handy, while Papa Zigvolt's kindness will help balance out her energy. Overall, they will be happy for you and Sebek. Grandfather Baur, on the other hand, might accept you more easily than you thought—he is not a close-minded fae anymore. He is at a point of contentment, so whoever Sebek or any of his grandchildren chooses, he will be eager to accept them. Also, he might—or might not—visit you every afternoon (he's just concerned, not excited... he says as he hands you a crocheted baby comforter) once he hears you're expecting a mini Sebek Zigvolt.

Silver’s relationship with his father, Lilia, is central to his life, so naturally, Lilia’s opinion of you will weigh heavily on him. Fortunately, Lilia err Mr. Vanrouge is likely to be one of the most supportive and understanding in-laws you could ask for. His playful and easygoing nature means he’ll probably tease you a bit, but it’s all in good fun. Lilia will genuinely be happy for Silver, and he’ll go out of his way to make you feel welcome in their home. Expect to be roped into all sorts of whimsical activities—like trying out new (and sometimes questionable) recipes, or being part of his elaborate pranks. Lilia will also be very protective of both you and Silver, always looking out for your well-being. And if you have another baby addition to the Vanrouge family, Lillia will be the happiest Fae alive.

Lilia Vanrouge is an ancient and enigmatic Fae, while appearing child-like he possesses a kind heart and incredible wisdom. While traditional in-law doesn't apply to him (seeing as he is the in-law himself), he does need someone who can stand beside him as a parental figure, particularly for Silver and by extent Malleus. Lilia’s “family” may be unconventional, but his close bonds with Silver, Sebek, and Malleus make them feel like one. He’ll cherish every moment with you, appreciating the little things that come with mortal life, and your companionship will be a light in his long existence. Your role isn’t just as a partner to Lilia, but as someone who can guide and protect Silver alongside him, offering the same wisdom, kindness, and love that Lilia has given. If you and Lilia have children, they will grow up surrounded by love, knowledge, and a deep sense of wonder, with Lilia ensuring they never lose their sense of playfulness and joy. Should it end like that then Lilia can say that he has lived it all, and he can go on to the stars wholeheartedly. He lived his life surrounded with the people he loves, fnding contentment at the end of his days.

[sm-baby]

Most exciting part of the trailer for the next TADC episode for you?

More so an Analysis rather than things I'm excited about X3

I watched the sneak peek on loop I can process everything! Waahh!! I'm so excited for episode 2 💞 only a few weeks away! 💕

I wanna get this out of the way, I love Lizzie Freeman and Alex Rochon's Improv work on this promo 😭 they were really put in a booth together, were told to say things to promote episode two, and came up with that 😭 Genius.

The environment work is GORGEOUS! I love the look of everything, the world-building, the colors! It looks like a full-fledged movie guys! Absolutely beautiful and WONDEROUS work from the Glitch team-- it's so beautiful for half a year of work??? God damn!!

Haha! As an in-universe creation, Despite his little gags, Caine is genuinely such a good AI to make something so cool!

You'll also notice that Ragatha is taking charge of talking with the princess! That would make sense for such fellow beautiful well-mannered women!

More on them later at the end! :3

Dream sequence theory

Also, we all agree that these ones are all part of a dream right? Pomni is panicked, the strange sort of "slow woozy wobbly" animation exactly like a dream... even the dolly zoom!

Then she is sent to the cellar with a an abstracted arm, but that shouldn't be the case since Caine could easily fix an abstracted arm with a snap of a finger.

And then she wakes up, freaked out!!

Wahaha! Shout out to the Showtime server for pointing this out while we were discussing!

This is either and "end of episode prize" from Caine, or he jumps in mid-episode to hand them a helpful item, ooorr he's telling them that that's their objective for the adventure :3

also!! people have pointed out that Zooble isn't with the carriage with the others! Either this means that Zooble was given a surprise roll in the adventure, or she's off to have a fun solo adventure with Caine! Ohh! How exciting!

Zooble is a favorite character of Goose's, so to learn more about him and why Goose loves them so much would be so exciting!!

Whats up with Jax?

hunched down, writing in the sand, hugging his knees, this topped with Goose's two-word description of the next episode to be "I"m nothing"... Oh Jax is gonna have a MOMENT...

We all know that no one likes the dude and he's going to get worse. I'm unsure if this will make me like the guy, but I'm optimistic!

I'm open to understanding and seeing another side of him that would make me like him! I already quite like how this scene is framed, how lonely he looks, the acting in these few seconds already tells me what kind of guy he is.

...despite one of the gummis being tied up in the corner

If i had to hypothesize, this probably stemmed with Jax acting out, you know, the usual "being a nuisance" to make everyone miserable,

Then It escalates

This gets on Ragatha's nerves, first starting out as a silly "haha cute interaction" between them and it escalates while the episode goes on where Ragatha genuinely gets mad at him and tells him to stay put while they do the work.

Speaking of Ragatha, She seems to be quite fond of the Princess! There is a part of me that wonders if she wants to sort of-- "prove" herself in a way, as a leader or otherwise. Ragatha does give me the "smart yet nice kid in class that everyone copies off of" energy... TwT This poor woman.

I don't know, just the way The Princess bends down and holds her hand, it's sort of sweetly mentorly or motherly in a way. I'm not saying this to infantilize Ragatha, I respect her so much as a mature 30-year-old adult, I say it as a testament to The Princesses' character. Princesses, Queens, and any sort of royalty have been characterized as the sort of "mother/father of all" sort of character type, which is sweet! And would be quite interesting!

I know that people are quick to do the shipping with these two, but I kind of like the idea of Ragatha wanting approval and validation.

BUT THATS JUST A THEORY!! A FILM THEORY!!! ANDDD CUT!!

[lewisvinga]

need someone older | fernando alonso x fem! reader

summary; despite the age gap and the hundred of haters on social media, y/n and fernando still show off their relationship

warnings; age gap ( duh )

faveclaim; danna paola

notes; that song on tiktok has been stuck in my head and i’m so happy it’s finally released 😫

masterlist !

liked by yourusername, lance_stroll, and 1,029,245 others!

fernandoalo_official: is this what the young folks call a photo dump?

tagged; yourusername, lance_stroll

yourusername: LMFAO yes mi viejo [my old man]

fernandoalo_official: hey, watch it

yourusername: when bae buys u a bouquet ❤️‍🔥

fernandoalo_official: ❤️

username: this is so cute

username: lance and fernando😍😍

lance_stroll: i’m tired of being the third wheel😕

fernandoalo_official: i don’t hear you complaining when i take you and y/n to get ice cream

yourusername: you wouldn’t get it !!

username: y/n and fernando’s age gap is so weird

username: i get her tho

username: y/n is sooo prettyyyyy

username: ‘young folks’ he’s so😭😭

liked by fernandoalo_official, bsfusername, and 1,004,927 others!

yourusername: date night con mi amor 🧡

tagged; fernandoalo_official

fernandoalo_official: siempre tan bella, mi reina [always so beautiful, my queen]

yourusername: y usted siempre tan guapo [and you’re always handsome]

username: thats motheerrr

username: the picture of fernando fixing her shoes omgggg

landonorris: orange is soooo your color 🤗🤗

fernandoalo_official: watch it, it’s green

username: she’s so young compared to fernando it’s weird

username: her bf is old enough to be her father???

liked by fernandoalo_official, lilymhe, and 1,034,928 others!

yourusername: hating on twitter meanwhile we’re in ibiza

tagged; fernandoalo_official

fernandoalo_official: que hermosura 😍😍 [what a beauty]

yourusername: for you💚

username: gotta admit, she got y’all

lilymhe: can fernando fight bc i want u🤤

alex_albon: i suggest u avoid him

fernandoalo_official: i suggest you listen to alex

yourusername: luv u😝💗💗

username: she dgaf and i respect her for it 😭

username: she’s a GROWN woman who is 100% aware of her actions, leave her and fernando alone😭😭😭

liked by yourusername and fernandoalo_official

username: 4+4=??

username: the last picture, me and who😫😫

username: still think this relationship is weird

username: we don’t care !!!

liked by yourusername, lance_stroll, and 1,203,927 others!

fernandoalo_official: mi reina. [my queen]

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: te quiero, mi rey [my king]

feenandoalo_official: te quiero siempre [i love you always]

yourusername: mi viejo😁 [my old man]

fernandoalo_official: hey!🤨

username: they’re actually goals

username: REINA?? HE CALLS HER REINA??

username: lmfao not them joking abt their age gap 😭😭

lance_stroll: where r my photo creds

fernandoalo_official: not here

lance_stroll: I HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU TWO ALL THE TIME

yourusername: sorryyyyy😁

username: need a fernando in my life

username: they ate icl

liked by fernandoalo_official, lilymhe, and 1,094,739 others!

yourusername: think i need someone older.

tagged; fernandoalo_official

fernandoalo_official: te quiero hasta el final, mi reina [i love you until the end, my queen]

yourusername: hasta el final 🤍 te quiero para siempre 🤍 [i love you forever]

username: gagged her haters

username: isabel larosa referenceee

username: don’t think i can ever get over this relationship tbh

lilymhe: knew ur type since you showed me that becky g song

yourusername: exactly 😌

username: mamá y papá

username: i want them both tbh

[insomniakisses]

An eye for an eye | One

Characters: Aemond x sister reader (platonic), Rhaenyra x sister reader (platonic), Alicent x step daughter reader (Platonic) (hotd characters)

Reader type: Female

Warnings / Notes: tw viserys, tw otto, tw daemon, events of driftmark, absent and shitty father viserys, metions of torturous, dragons, graphic violent scenes. I think thats it. Possable targcest in the future.

Parts: Two.

You couldn’t help the giggles that escaped your lips as you ran around the gardens, aemond chasing after you soft giggles falling from him two. The younger boy declaring he was going to catch you but he was at a disadvantage you were 4 years older than him, though even at the age of 10 he was gaining height and strength.

You begin to slow as tiredness kicks in and he smirks, using the last of his energy to surge forward catching up with ease as he wraps his arms around you and pushes you both to the floor. Laughter escaping you both on impact. Though its short lived when rhaenyra comes bolting over pulling you off the ground a hard glare fixed on her face.

“That is most un-lady like sister,” she hisses before her gaze fixes on your brother, “Aemond do you not know how to properly behave around a lady?” She scolds and you roll your eyes seeing jace and luke laughing behind her.

“I- we were playing! Only playing! Shes not hurt i promise-“ the young prince stutters clearly afraid of the much older royals wraith knowing just how protective of you your sister can be.

“Really?” She draws out with a scoff bringing ur arm into view and he sees the smallest of scrapes along your forearm his eyes widening.

“Rhaenyra!” You call shaking off her grip and moving to stand by Aemond, “its barely an injury, it doesn’t even hurt. You needn’t worry yourself!” You exclaim hand clasping Aemond’s as you continue. “He will take me to the maesters to get it checked out now, won’t you Aem?”

The boy nods with a small smile when you squeeze his hand in reassurance making sure he knows your not in the slightest mad at him and that everything is okay.

Spending the rest of the day inside the two of you resigned to the library reading up on family histories and practicing your High Valyrian. Save the brief interruption from Alicent, the queen asking to check your injury having been informed by Rhaenyra that her “undisciplined” son had caused you harm.

Though as soon as she saw you two laughing and joking around she knew in her heart that there was no way he would have hurt you. Especially not intentionally.

You simply smile at the queen greeting her by her title and allowing her to gently lift your arm inspecting the wound before she left you be leaving a soft kiss to both of your heads as she bid her goodbyes. On her way to the king no doubt.

— one year later —

The whole family was being taken to Driftmark, apparently for the funeral of Laena Velarion. Though the two of you had only spoken once, having accidentally ran into her and Rhaenyra, she seemed nice enough and you were sad that she had died so early into her life. Your half-sibling however didn’t seem to care. Aegon was ceaselessly complaining as usual, Helaena of in her own world like always and Aemond, well he was respectful enough to understand why you were going but he clearly wasn’t saddened by the news.

The king and Alicent were set to arrive by boat accompanied by the four of you, but Aegon having recently mounted Sunfyre for a real flight insisted he go by dragon back the king uncaringly agreeing and shooing of Alicent’s protests. Her visible worry evident the whole way as she picked and chewed at her fingers you and Aemond sharing a concern look before going over to her. Grasping a hand each you held her tightly and she smiled. You couldn’t tell if it was forced or not, but she let out a small exhale as she held you giving away she was more relaxed even if it was only slightly.

Once the ship had docked Alicent all but ran to Aegon though he rolled his eyes and told her to leave him be as he wasn’t a child anymore. He failed to see how she flinched when Sunfyre moved or how she stood still till the dragon moved away. One of her biggest fears dragons were, something you had picked up recently.

You latch back onto her arm when she’s beside you again, having grown rather attached to her in the years of Rhaenyras absence. She had left without warning or a goodbye. You can still remember the nights you laid crying for her hugs or her soft touch when she braided your hair helping you ready yourself in the morning. All of that was Alicent’s job now, not that she minded, she loved you as her own and enjoyed how you curled against her needy for a mother’s touch. She just wishes you wouldn’t call her Alicent, it always hurt her not hearing the word “mother”.

———— That Night ————

The funeral had been somewhat uneventful, Aegon had gotten drunk and was sent to bed early by Otto and Daemon had made a scene laughing during the ceremony. But that was all really, soon you were all sent to bed and you had fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Exhausted from the day of traveling no doubt.

However, the sound of whooshing and a dragons deep roar had woken you, slipping on a cloak and your shows you had gone to investigate. By the time you came downstairs there was shouting and a trail of blood into the main hall. Following it you entered seeing Aemond holding his eye and the adults screaming at each other. Jace with bloody hands and Luke with a broken nose yet Rhaenyra, Daemon and Laenor were nowhere in sight. You rushed to Aemond side feeling Alicent pull u into her body your hand grasping her dress as you stares at the bloody sight.

Then in came Rhaenyra and you completely zoned out staying by Aemond’s side and holding his hand throughout the whole ordeal. Crying for your brother when the king seemed not to care and made no move to punish the boys for attacking him.

After all was said and done Aemond was given milk of the poppy and essence of night shade for the pain and to help him sleep. While the rest of you were ushered to your respective chambers though you slept very little worried about Aemond and so saddened at Rhaenyra’s intention of having someone torturing him. Afterall he had just lost an eye.

———— Back in Kings Landing ————

“ALICENT ENOUGH!” the king roared, having had enough of her nagging.

“THEY TOOK HIS EYE, YOUR GRACE, SOMEONE HAS TO PAY!” And he sighs sitting on his throne looking half dead.

“My dear wife,” he starts voice bored and tired. “Lucerys is just a boy. Children fight. Get over it.”

She scoffs at this, fighting the urge to yell again knowing his power out matches hers. “A debt is due your grace, an eye for an eye. He is your son!”

“What would you have me do?” He scoffs, “The boy is at dragon stone and he is my grandchild.”

“I dont care!” The queen protests, “You have to do something! Rhaenyra’s son has taken the eye of my own, a punishment is deserved. Someone must be punished!” If the queen had known her lack of precise words would lead to the events that would unfold that night she would never have been so careless.

“Fetch Y/n” is all he mutters and a guard sets of at once, Alicent so caught up in her thoughts not quiet hearing what he had ordered. Its only when a sleepy and confused you is escorted in that her breath quickens.

You stand there rubbing the sleep from your eyes, blinking away exhaustion as your blanket lays draped over your shoulders giving you a slight waddle when you walk.

“What is she-“ Alicent is cut of by the king. “Bring me her eye, a debt is to be payed and she is like a daughter to Rhaenyra. Lets settle this now”

Your heart fills with fear and dread as does Alicent’s as your grabbed by two guards another forcing his knife into your flesh. Alicent screaming protest as she herself is restrained tears falling down her face at your pained crys and shrieks. Your father simply holding his head in his hand as he feels another migraine coming.

“MOMMA PLEASE! IT HURTS MOM PLEASE MOMMY HELP!” you continue to scream and thrash around the knife in your flesh leaving messy cuts until your eye pulls out with a sickening wet pop and you scream loud.

You both released and alicent runs to you scooping you up and rocking you as you cry, hands balling up her dress as a mumbles mantra of “momma” escapes your lips she holds you as the maesters tend to your wounds and give you all the same teas and treatments Aemond had gotten in drifting mark. The king and guards now long gone.

“Im so sorry baby” is all she keeps saying kissing your head and carrying you to her chambers. You spend the night there, tucked into her embrace as she holds you swearing to protect you from this day swearing that one day the king will get what he deserves. And praying to the gods for all her children to be safe.

A/n. So this was part one hope u liked it 😁

[lgwifey]

Constant Complications

fem!reader x caius volturi

Summary : a short lil conversation <3

Warning : a few words of Google translated Italian

"Can you believe him !"

Y/n had to force herself to not let out a small laugh as she watched as her husband pace up and down the length of their bedroom, poision lacing his words as he ranted about Aro's decicions of that day's court.

"No darling, i can't."

“I mean, the Cullens have broke our main law, and he just lets them get away with it."

The blonde king paused his pacing, turning to watch Y/n calmly removing her makeup before reapplying it so it would be fresh for the next court opening in a few hours. She sat on her vanity stool, now applying mascara as he waited for her attention to be on him. It did remind her slightly of looking after a toddler.

Y/n placed the wand back in its tube and into the makeup bag before turning to him, waiting for his impacient self to start the questioning.

"Yes ?"

"You agree with me, right ? Even if you were at one time a Cullen, you agree with me ?"

“Of course I do Caius. You do well to remember that my loyalties lie with you and the Volturi, not my brother and his new covern."

His eyes softened as she pulled him closer, leaving a small kiss on his frowning features.

“They broke our laws and they should have been treated accordingly, but if Isabella is Edward's mate then she'll become one of our kind soon. We must maintain power by showing we do not kill irrationally."

"Of course." Caius stood, fixing his suit before moving to the other side of the room, Y/n furrowing her brows at his random leaving before carrying on with her makeup, finalising her look by fixing the ruby necklace which hung between her collarbones.

“Caius ?"

The blonde spun around immediately, placing his rings back into their box and giving his full attention to the woman facing him.

"Carlisle didn't know they were here, i'll be informing him next time we meet, he'll deal with them how he sees fit but i'll make sure it's proper."

"And when will that be ?"

A sour look filled the raging vampires expression, he wasn't a fan of his mate’s brother, after he left the Volteri in pursuit of his own covern, Caius lost what little respect he had for the doctor. If it wasn't for Y/n, the entire Olympic Covern would have been wiped out before it started.

"I'm not sure... but it should be soon, i haven't seen him for just over two decades, twenty three years. "

"That isn't that long."

She just rolled her eyes, pulling her cloak over her dress and giving him a small hug seeing how they needed to leave to the throne room.

"Maybe not for you old man, but i'm only three hundred and fifty eight."

"I'm not old, Cullen."

The use of her maiden name as an insult left them both holding back laughter.

"Scilicet."

A few months had past since the incident with her brother's covern and to say Y/n was shocked when a letter arrive in their post for her would be a lie.

"Oh what a surprise. A letter, from Forks."

The queen threw door between the chamber entry and her bedroom open, closing it just as quickly.

She found her husband to be layed down on their king sized bed, stareing up at the ceiling and probably deep in thought on new ways to hurt court arrivals. Her voice was heavily dosed in sarcasm which only intrigued Caius, popping his head up from the pillow. He was holding back his smile at the upcoming lecture about how ungrateful her older brother could be.

“What are the chances that it’s a thank you for saving his creations lives ?”

“Non Sunt.”

Her words came out like a growl, adding in the dramatic eye roll, the blonde could tell that his wife’s upcoming rant was going to be spectacular.

Y/n gave a roll of her eyes before dragging one of her long stiletto nails through the envolope top, acting like a knife.

Her eyes flicked over the inked words in less than a second, taking them all in before growling at the paper and throwing it at her husband.

“Fantastic (!)"

Caius took more than a second to read the page, pausing for a moment before looking up in a confused fashion. He flicked his eyes over it again, at least three times.

“I've never come across that language before. What does this say? How can you read that? "

"It's English Darling, doctor's handwriting. I've just become accustom to reading Carlisle's letters every so often."

She placed a kiss onto his forehead before laying him down again so she could lean on his chest, her brother tiring her out with just the letter. Oh if she could sleep so would’ve blacked out from exhaustion.

"Apparently someone is creating a newborn army in order to kill the Isabella girl, since their covern killed this woman, Victoria's, mate the other year to protect Edward's mate. A lot of mortals are becoming suspicious of the deaths and Carlisle asks if we can do anything about it."

The king let out a sound of complaint before muttering an annoyed "can't we just let them kill her ?"

She tried her hardest to push back the slime growing on her lips from his conclusion, lightly shoved his shoulder, a grin meeting her in reply. Y/n adjusting her head so she could look him in the eyes. They were turning black, reminding her that they both needed some food soon before they both ended up starving.

Caius slammed his head back into his pillow.

“I know Darling, but we have to maintain the first law."

She moved so she could run her nails through his hair, knowing he didn't want to be the one to have to go to his brothers to explain the current Seattle situation.

“I'll go inform Marcus of the news, should I ask him to send Jane and Alec ?"

Caius’ tired out eyes opened up from a slow blink, leaning closer to the comforting circles being threaded and swirled into his hair. His voice came out soft, a tone reserved for Y/n and Y/n alone.

“Felix and Demetri would be a better pair to go."

Caius mumbled before squashing his face under a pillow, hiding from his responcibilities.

Masterlist

[krowbby]

craft hobbies i’m teaching the bg3 companions post game + after they finish their personal quests:

wyll: knitting or quilting. i think he would really appreciate the community aspect of it, and the grandmas at his local quilting circle would be absolutely obsessed with him. his first quilt is a lil wonky but he hangs it up on his wall because he’s proud of himself. also helps out around his local quilt/yarn store and tries to get some kids into the hobby as well

lae’zel: needle felting. you stab something a bunch. need i say more? jk i feel like she’d like something practical like leatherwork or even just basic mending, and she’d be very pleased when anyone complimented her on something she made.

astarion: embroidery baby! he loves finery and we already know he knows basic sewing from the flavor text on his camp clothes (at least that’s how i interpreted that). i think he’d enjoy making things truly his own and also enjoy seeing someone he loved wearing something he made for them. plus embroidery takes awhile and his immortal ass has the time

halsin: he already has a hobby in whittling, but i’m teaching him basic mending too. i think he’d like having it as a skill and also being able to teach the kids how to fix their stuff! (plus u never wanna be unprepared in a teddy bear injury emergency…)

shadowheart: i’m teaching her crochet bc honestly she deserves the instant gratification of how fast crochet can work up. she’d make cute little headbands with fancy granny squares and get excited about nice yarn

gale: i’m also teaching gale knitting. he’s pretty dexterous with respect to casting somatic components of spells so i think he’s got the hand dexterity for it, and i think once he made a weirdly long tube (?) awkward first knitting project he’d take to it really quickly and somehow end up knitting spells into garments

karlach: ok karlach is actually learning needle felting. i think she’d make wonky little adorable creatures and she’d love every one with all her heart. she’d go around to everyone and be like look it’s you as an animal!!!! and you can barely tell it has a face. but it’s also the most precious think you’ve ever seen. you get it

minthara: ok minthara is hard this woman is dead focused on ambition. to help her get it out of her system i’m getting her into warhammer, helping her paint minis, and then setting her loose to become undisputed queen of the local game store. sorry guys u don’t stand a chance

bonus: i’m teaching withers to spin yarn. he shows up with a ball of yarn for you and you’re like what fiber is this and he’s like hm? and you drop it but it’s the most amazing yarn you’ve ever worked with.

[baelarys]

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫

Helaena targaryen X Lady lover reader

word count : 890

Warning : anguts

The castle was steeped in sadness and solitude after the news of Prince Jaehaerys's death. The sound of your footsteps was the only thing echoing through the halls as you headed towards Helaena's chambers, intending to console her. Before entering, Queen Alicent exited the room. You bowed respectfully before she departed.

Helaena stood with her back to you, facing a small table with Jaehaerys's toys, holding a blanket in her arms. Her sobs filled the room. You approached her carefully.

"Helaena," you called softly. The platinum-haired woman turned to look at you, her face adorned with a deeply sorrowful expression.

You took a few steps toward her, and without hesitation, she threw herself into your arms.

"I want to stay here," she protested through her tears. Otto had ordered the young prince's body to be paraded through the streets of King's Landing to its burial place.

"I know, I know, but you have to do it," you said, rubbing her back as she continued to cry on your shoulder.

You held her tighter, trying to convey all the warmth and strength she needed at that moment. Helaena sobbed, her tears soaking your dress. You remained silent, providing the comfort only the presence of a loved one can offer.

"I know this is terribly difficult," you murmured after a few moments. "But we must honor his memory in the right way."

Helaena nodded slightly, though the pain remained reflected in her eyes. You helped her compose herself, fixing her hair and straightening her dress.

"I'll be with you," you promised, firmly holding her hand. "You are not alone."

You sat next to her in the carriage, with the Dowager Queen Alicent on her left. The procession began to move, the urn carrying Jaehaerys's body ahead of you, surrounded by guards.

The townspeople crowded around, shouting Helaena's name and showing their respect for the young prince. Yellow petals fell over you, a silent tribute to the loss.

Helaena had held your hand since leaving the castle, fidgeting anxiously in her seat. You rubbed the back of her hand, trying to calm her. The crowd looked sadly at Prince Jaehaerys's urn, their faces reflecting shared sorrow.

"They're here for you and for him," you whispered softly, trying to offer comfort.

Helaena nodded weakly, though her eyes were still full of tears. The procession continued slowly through the streets of King's Landing.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped. The crowd began to move closer and closer to you, and Helaena started to panic. Queen Alicent also became alarmed as the guards tried to get the carriage moving again.

Helaena fidgeted anxiously, as if she couldn't breathe.

"Helaena," you called, trying to calm her, but she recoiled, seized by panic.

"You have to stay calm," you said firmly, taking her face in your hands so she would look at you, your blue eyes reflecting the same panic you saw in hers.

You hugged her tightly, trying to protect her from the tumult of the crowd around you until the carriage moved again. You felt her cry on your shoulder again, her anguish overflowing.

"I'm here with you," you whispered. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Helaena clung to you desperately, seeking solace in your closeness. Alicent, though worried, tried to maintain composure, trusting the guards to control the situation.

As the carriage resumed its journey, the crowd began to disperse, though the tension was still palpable. The guards redoubled their efforts to maintain order, allowing the procession to continue without further interruptions.

"We're almost there," you murmured softly, rubbing the back of her hand. "Stay calm a little longer."

Helaena nodded, her tears still flowing, but her breathing began to stabilize. Queen Alicent extended a comforting hand toward her daughter.

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The room was dark and quiet, a contrast to the chaos outside. Helaena sank into a chair near the window, her eyes fixed on a distant point.

You knelt before her, calling her attention. You took her hands in yours and kissed the back of her hand gently, trying to offer her a small comfort amid her suffering.

"My sweet dreamer," you said softly, placing a hand on her cheek. She leaned into your touch, finding a brief moment of relief in your warmth. "I wish I could take all this pain away from you."

Helaena moved closer to you, her cheeks showing a slight blush at the affectionate nickname. She let a small sigh escape her lips as she sought comfort in your closeness. Tenderly, you left a chaste kiss on her lips before standing up.

"You need to rest,my love," you said softly, guiding her to her bed.

You helped her settle among the sheets, ensuring she was comfortable. As you leaned in to adjust the pillow, you noticed that her eyes, though filled with sadness, also reflected gratitude and affection.

"I'll be nearby," you murmured, stroking her cheek once more. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me."

Helaena nodded weakly, closing her eyes as she settled. You watched her breathing become more regular, though the pain was still evident in her expression.

With a final glance, you left the room. As you closed the door, you saw Jaehaera approaching, followed by one of the nursemaids.

You lifted her from the floor, prompting a delighted giggle.

"Where are you going?" you asked, smiling.

"I'm going to see mommy," she replied enthusiastically.

"Well, your mommy is resting now," you said tenderly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Why don't we go play in the gardens?"

Jaehaera's smile grew even wider as she nodded at your suggestion.

"Yes, let's go!" she exclaimed cheerfully.

You spent the time playing and enjoying her company, giving her the attention and affection she needed. In those moments, the weight of pain and sadness seemed to lighten.

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Hello! I hope your taking requests

ciel x reader, it’s like an au where ciel is still the Queen’s Guard/Watch Dog except Queen Victoria is replaced with the reader as the Queen. Not like future Queen like she is ruling the country. She is still very young, perhaps one or two years older than ciel with a crown that is too big for her head and heavy making her movements slow. She’s much like the Queen of Hearts from the original Alice in Wonderland. With her being very strict and easy to offend, often leading to the beheading of people. Other than that she is quite calm and likes it when people make her laugh. She’s very well educated and efficient with all the responsibilities that follow behind her even at her age, so she has quite a lot of free time that she spends with ciel.

Queen! Reader HCs (Ciel Phantomhive)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You weren’t expecting to rise to power so quickly and yet here you are

For the most part, your subjects are fine with you…or perhaps it’s that they fear you

Nevertheless, you still do know that deep down inside, you’re still young at heart

So maybe that’s why you like to spend so much time in your guard dog’s manor

Because Ciel is a polite and respectful enough boy to you

And admittedly, you’ve grown to see him as a friend in between the long hideaways in his library and the quiet tea-time sessions you both share in his garden 

You feel that although your relationship started purely transactional, this relationship the two of you have could bloom into something more one day

Or maybe that’s just you coping with the fact that you’re never surrounded by anyone your own age these days

…And maybe all the times Ciel has offered to fix your hair and your crown for you is really starting to mess with your heart (but that’s an issue you and your court can deal with on another day)

That being said, his staff is nice enough too

Sebastian is probably the most efficient butler you’ve ever met, and the other three make you laugh much more than they disappoint you

They’re much better than the boring and stiff members of your staff who always drag down your mood by acting too prim and proper (especially in the moments when you don’t want that!)

 So the Phantomhive Staff make the perfect excuse to visit your guard dog for a bit of relaxation time

And although you’re still his queen and he is still you’re loyal subject

It is truly nice to meet a boy who doesn’t fear your every word and lives in a house full of people who make you laugh every time you come to visit

[inky125]

Mary Linton and Jack Marston meeting in 1922

Okay but these are just my headcanons for the very improbable scenario that they end up bumping into each other in the future. / My headcanons for what they would do with their lives after the events of rdr/rdr2

(I'm going to explain them under the cut)

Okay so, starting with Jack:

I want to believe Jack lived a more or less normal life after killing Ross, successfully getting away with this one (1) murder, and having that as a skeleton in his closet. Not finding peace really, so the whole revenge thing doesn't fix his miserable life but he can go on to try to do something with his life. Gunslinging doesn't really have a place anymore here.

When the US joined WWI I know that boy DID NOT join the US Army, he would NEVER join the group that killed his dad, or make the same mistake as him and make a deal with the government. He would rather be jailed for dodging the draft, what will they do, threaten him with what? He has nothing to live for really, so they can't make him. I don't think he cares much if he gets shot (he has a like saying as much in rdr when he duels Ross).

After the whole jail thing he'd go back to a more or less normal life, I'd guess he would have to have a regular job and write whenever he's able (I want to believe that one Easter egg in GTA is canon...it is to me...), but I don't think he'd be able to make a living just from writing.

As for Mary, I always wondered why Mary was dressed the way she was during the credits cut scene in Rdr2. Because I'm guessing it takes place in 1907 (given that most cut scenes appear to happen at the same time more or less than the epilogue). But I wondered why Mary was dressing in black; I mean, during the Victorian era there were very specific mourning traditions, especially for women. Wearing black was pretty much a part of a social thing, you'd publicly mourn. The extension of your mourning would depend on who died and what was your relationship with them.

And here is the thing, Arthur had died 8 years ago by then, we could assume Mary had found out shortly after of his dead because newspapers in the Rdr2 universe love to brag whenever law enforcement/Pinkertons kill renown outlaws. (Even Arthur and Hosea get mentioned years later in some sort of article in 1907 too). And additionally, we know that Mary kept up with how the gang, especially Arthur, was doing through the news on the newspapers. So again, it wouldn't be crazy to assume she knew about Arthur's death back in 1899.

So then, why is she wearing a black dress to visit his grave in 1907?. Black is the color of mourning, but as far as I am aware (and correct me if I'm wrong) it was not required to visit a grave back in the day. So I like to headcanon Mary mourning Arthur like a widow, because widows would have to wear their black weeds for 2 years (there were different periods of mourning, for instance Mary's clothes could be classified under the 'half-mourning' type, meaning there has been at least 6 months since her loved one passed away, meaning she could now wear some jewelry, other colours, ect.

But here is a little extra, Queen Victoria popularized among some women the practice to never abandon their period of half mourning, and especially, keep wearing black the rest of their lives even if they move on, as a sign of love for their dead husband.

Mary and Arthur never got married, but I like to think Mary lived as a widow for him. Continuing with her life as normal, of course, but always having that bittersweet ache in her heart, dressing in black out of respect and love for him and the life they couldn't have. Even if she had wanted to move on from him after she realized they couldn't be together as Arthur wouldn't leave the gang, I think she would have folded if Arthur had gone after her (I mean she did re-initiate contact after they were supposed to never speak again), and I think she was still preparing herself emotionally when she heard the news that Arthur was dead, ironically not moving on from him.

She didn't remarry, Jamie made good money and maintained her, Mary knew the kind of life she didn't want and she could be respectable and old as a widow. Plus marrying someone new at her age would be a titanic task.

I think Mary kept her mother's brooch Arthur returned for her as her reminder of him, given that she returned the picture and the ring. In fact she's wearing it when she visits Arthur's grave in-game!. So I kept that

It just warms my heart to think of the very few people left who knew about the gang finding each other in usual ways. Maybe next time I'd do Sadie or Charles. I'm just a sucker for this kind of things

[francesminos-tt]

Late Summer Snow

What is this then, that falls from the skies and shivers my bones?

Notes: A little rearrange of the scenes plus manipulation of the order of things happened, ending up in more or less a character study of the couple. Hope you enjoy!

Jacaerys had not know cold until he visited Winterfell. He was a southerner, born in the temperate climate of King’s Landing and raised in the howling winds of Dragonstone. He was a Targaryen. He was made for the scorching heat of dragons, not the bone-chilling cold of the North, barren, deserted and full of death.

“What lies beyond this?” Jacaerys asked, his eyes fixed on the snow covered land beyond the wall.

“I can’t tell for sure, my prince. The tales passing down by my ancestors is too hard to believe, even for me.” Lord Cregan Stark replied in his heavy northern accent, “What I can tell you is that this wall is the only thing separating life and death.”

“My house rides dragons, Lord Stark.” Jacaerys said with a chuckle, “I don’t think any magical tales can surprise me.”

Cregan fell silent, his dark eyes observing Jacaerys carefully and curiously. Since he arrived in the snowy world of the North, Jacaerys had learned that the Lord of Winterfell was not a man for words. Cregan Stark was usually silent, opting to observe rather than speak, like a direwolf waiting patiently for its prey to show weakness first. Cregan was by no means rude, though. Instead, he was polite and respectful, even chivalrous. He received Jacaerys and gave the prince all the honor and respect a prince deserved. When Jacaerys told him about the coming war, Cregan stayed silent for a long moment before restating the oath his father had taken to Jace’s mother and inviting the prince to stay for a few days. Jacaerys had a feeling that Cregan was testing him somehow, to see if Jacaerys was worth the loyalty of the North. Jacaerys needed to be in his best princely behavior, demonstrating that the oath between their houses was worth carrying on.

“Queen Alyssane visited this very place a long time ago.” Cregan spoke, finally breaking eye contact as he looked out to the snow, “She wanted to see what was there herself, but her dragon refused to fly over the wall.”

Jacaerys suddenly became agitated. He could say the same thing about Vermax. He could tell his dragon did not like the cold weather at all, but Jacaerys couldn’t let this weakness show. Was Cregan implying that the Targaryens were too coward to face whatever roamed in the wilderness beyond the wall?

“Dragons are creatures of fire, my lord. I presume the coldness doesn’t treat them well.” Jacaerys said, carefully choosing his words, “I am glad Queen Alyssane was able to grant more lands to your house even though she did not have the chance to fly over them.”

“Queen Alyssane was very generous, yes.” Cregan nodded, his voice almost carried away by the unforgiving wind, “I wonder if all Targaryen Queens can be like her.”

There. Finally. Jacaerys thought. He had been waiting for Cregan to bring up the deal for days. He was not naive enough to believe the North would send troops to fight for his mother without asking something for return. Jacaerys would do the same thing if he were in Cregan’s shoes. A lord needed to act to the best interest of his house first before carrying out his loyalty to the throne. It was the way of survival, and Jacaerys could understand that.

“The Queen values the oath between our houses, Lord Stark. I, as her delegate, will ensure this honorable bond continues.” Jacaerys said as sincerely as he could manage, “The war is inevitable, my lord. The Queen needs the North’s support to fight against her usurpers.”

“My eyes need to focus on the South as well as the North.” Cregan replied, “Do you think my ancestors built this wall only to fend off wild animals and savages?”

“There will be nothing left to protect if the war is lost.” Jacaerys argued, his breaths turning into a small fog around his face.

“No, the lands will always be there. The throne and its master, however, are subject to change.” Cregan turned his eyes back to Jacaerys, “My house has watched over this wall for thousands of years, long before the conqueror and your dragons.”

Jacaerys was lost for words. He knew this argument was lost as soon as he let his emotion took over. Cregan was right. House Targaryen was nothing but a dynasty ruling over the seven kingdoms now. There had been kings and queens before them, and most likely, there would also be kings and queens after. The usurpation might mean a lot to Jace, but to a lord like Cregan, it could only mean little skirmishes in the South. Jacaerys should have known better than pushing the lord so hard.

“My lord,” Jacaerys tried, but his speech was interrupted by a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Winter is coming, my prince. I need to stay here to ensure my people get through it.” Cregan said, his voice and expression softening, “But I understand the dire situation you are facing too.”

Jacaerys swallowed; the strong wind almost sweeping him off the ground, but the warm weight of Cregan’s hand served as an anchor to hold him there.

“Walk with me, my prince.” Cregan offered, “There is much for you to see.”

Jacaerys had no choice but to follow. They walked down the creaking path made of wood high up the wall, the heavy snow making it hard to see around. Jacaerys stumbled several times over a misplaced log or a pile of wet snow. He would have fallen unceremoniously to the ground if not for Cregan’s firm grip on his shoulder. Cregan led him to a lone watching point farthest down the path that looked out to the wilderness.

“What is it that you want to show me, Lord Stark?” Jacaerys asked, trying to figure out what the lord was thinking through the raging snow flakes.

“Look down, my prince.” Cregan gently urged Jacaerys to look down at the foot of the wall, where a group of men were walking past the gate to the wilderness beyond.

“Who are they? Are they not walking to their deaths?” Jacaerys asked, surprised, and confused.

“They are men who have seen too many winters. Greybeards, as we call them.” Cregan explained, “They will not see another winter beyond this one by any means, so they decide to leave the chance to others.”

“They are walking to their deaths so others can live?” Jacaerys was shocked to draw this conclusion, but it was clearly what Cregan implied.

“Tis the way of the North, my prince.” Cregan said in cruel indifference, “Resources are limited here. We need to utilize them carefully, which means making sure the young and strong survives. I have 2000 of the those greybeards, all battle hardened men. I can send them south, since they are all considered dead anyway.”

In his teachings to be the heir, Jacaerys had always been taught to be merciful, kind, and generous. Never to be another Maegor. What Cregan had just said was against all Jacaerys had learned so far. However, Cregan didn’t seem to be a tyrant, did he? Jacaerys couldn’t find any evidence that he was. Cregan’s men respected and feared him, in a way that Jacaerys could only dream of. Cregan was the kind of leader that Jacaerys had spent his whole life trying to become.

“So they are old?” Jacaerys joked, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Cregan’s gaze was too intense to handle.

“They can fight. It’s better to die on the battlefields than in the wild woods.” Cregan took a small step towards Jacaerys, their shoulders almost touching, “They fight hard. Like Northerners.”

It took all Jacaerys’s self control not to back down. How could a northern lord like Cregan emit such heat? Jacaerys was almost burned by Cregan’s body heat over layers of clothes even though they weren’t actually touching.

“Then the Queen will have them.” Jacaerys cleared his throat before speaking again, “I appreciate your contribution, Lord Stark. I am sure the Queen will be pleased as well.”

The snow had grown so heavy that Jacaerys’s view was now completely blocked. He could no longer see the people at the foot of the wall, or the crows standing guard along the way they came. No dragon could fly in such bad weather. Without his dragon, Jacaerys had nothing to show his royal blood. He didn’t have silver hair and violet eyes. He only had Vermax.

“Let’s go back.” Cregan’s voice came through the whiteness, “You are shivering, my prince.”

“The snow is too heavy.” Jacaerys said, more like a lame excuse for his show of weakness, “I have never experienced something like this.”

“This is only a late summer snow, my prince.” Cregan put his hand on Jacaerys’s shoulder again to lead the prince back, “The North has seen worse.”

“I have no idea how you survived.” Jacaerys murmured.

“I suggest closing your eyes, my prince, or you could risk losing your eyesight. The snow is blinding.”

Jacaerys closed his eyes obediently. He shouldn’t have, to be honest. He was in foreign territory, led by a stranger who he had met only a few days ago. He would be completely defenseless if Cregan wanted to do him harm. Cregan could push him off the wall if the lord wanted. Jacaerys shouldn’t be so trusting. He really shouldn’t, but why was his instinct saying otherwise?

Cregan led them back to the lift. Jacaerys kept his eyes closed the entire way, but strangely, he didn’t stumble on anything like he had done before. Cregan must have avoided all the misplaced logs and slippery surfaces, so that Jacaerys could walk back safely.

“There is a hot spring near Winterfell that Queen Alyssane once used. Perhaps you should too.” Cregan suggested as they walked in the lift, “It helps to relieve the cold.”

“You are too kind, my lord.” Jacaerys rubbed his face to get rid of the melting snow, “But I can’t stay long. I need to get the message back as soon as possible.”

“It is wise to wait out the storm than deliberately walking into one.” Cregan reached his hand up to wipe off the snow flakes in Jacaerys’s hair, “You and your dragon both need a good rest, Prince Jacaerys.”

The lord’s gesture was too intimate, but Jacaerys found himself unable to protest. On the contrary, he enjoyed Cregan’s proximity, like a shivering man looking for warmth. Jacaerys could only hope he was not blushing right now.

“You are very convincing, Lord Stark.” Jacaerys said as the lift slowly went down.

Cregan laughed good heartedly. He looked more like a man his age than ever before.

“Will my prince give the honor, then?”

“I will, since the Lord of the North insisted.”

“Very well.” Cregan’s laugh slowly turned into a gentle smile as they reached the foot of the wall. He held the lift door for Jacaerys, like a chivalrous knight treating a noble lady.

Cregan Stark was a complicated and curious character indeed, Jacaerys thought.

Jacaerys sighed contentedly as the steaming hot water immersed him. The hot spring was tucked behind a few lush bushes, facing the unforgiving forest northeast of Winterfell. It surprised Jacaerys that the Northern lands were not as barren as he had imagined. There were vegetations covering the snowy terrain, with roots deep into the ground, fearless and enduring. Like the Northerners.

Cregan had showed him warm hospitality so far. Jacaerys was invited to dine in the hall of Winterfell and offered the best and warmest room in the castle. Cregan accompanied him wherever he went, as if protecting him from possible harm. Or perhaps the lord merely wanted to keep an eye on this southern prince with a dragon. They dined together, hunted together, and visited the wall together. Jacaerys had learned more about the North in the past few days than he had ever done in his life. Jacaerys never knew he could be so free without the burden of the throne on his shoulder. He didn’t need to be perfect all the time. Most importantly, no one threw bastard allegations at him up in the north.

“Is this place to your liking, my prince?”

A deep and resonating voice jolted Jacaerys out of his thoughts. His fight or run instinct kicked in immediately as he reached for the pile of clothes he had left on the side for weapons. Shit. How could he let his guard down like that? He was completely naked, and with no weapon, an easy target for assassins.

“No need to panic, my prince. I mean no harm.”

“Lord Stark?” Jacaerys’s eyes widened in surprise as the familiar figure of Cregan Stark emerged from the steam. Cregan was as naked as Jacaerys, the usual black leather jacket and fur cloak gone, revealing his well-built body underneath. Cregan’s shoulders were the broadest Jacaerys had ever seen even without all the layers of fur and leather. There were numerous old scars on Cregan’s body, telling the story of all the hardness the lord had endured. This was a body forged in the cruelest environment one could imagine. Jacaerys suddenly felt self-conscious about his own smooth skin and slender build, humbled by Cregan’s proud show of valor and glory.

“Forgive me for my intrusion, my prince.” Cregan said as he walked into the steaming water, but he didn’t sound apologetic at all.

“I didn’t know your hospitality extends to this.” Jacaerys said, moving ever so slightly away from the lord.

“You are an honored guest here, my prince. As the lord of the castle, it is my duty to make sure all your needs are met.” Cregan replied in the calm tone Jacaerys had gotten so familiar with, as if there was nothing abnormal about having a conversation naked in a hot spring, “Alaric Stark did the same thing to Queen Alyssane when her grace visited Winterfell. I am merely following my ancestor’s footsteps.”

“I am sure Lord Alaric didn’t join Queen Alyssane in the hot spring.” Jacaerys rolled his eyes.

Cregan chuckled and let the topic go. He sat down and immersed himself in the steaming water, his stern face softening into a subtle smile. He looked relaxed, too relaxed, as if being naked did not bother him at all.

Jacaerys, however, did not share the lord’s relaxation. He was stiff and self-conscious, like a prey in the face of the predator.

“What is it, my prince? You seem restless.” Cregan asked, brushing his dark hair all back.

“I am not used to being stared at while taking a bath.”

“Are you? I thought you would have dozens of servants helping you bathe.” Cregan’s lips curled up into a teasing smile, “Would it please my prince if I close my eyes?”

If Jacaerys said yes, it only proved Cregan’s implication that he was a spoiled prince. He couldn’t let the northern lord look down upon him, not when he represented his mother’s authority.

“There is no need, my lord.” Jacaerys replied, lowering himself into the hot water as well, “I guess I must respect the Northern customs since I am in the North.”

“There is no customs requiring we share a bath.” Cregan told the prince as he moved closer, their body now only an arm’s length apart, “I only joined you because I wanted to.”

“But you said you are making sure I am okay-“ Jacaerys’s words were cut short by Cregan’s tall figure looming over him, the lord’s shadow was more than enough to hide Jacaerys completely.

Jacaerys swallowed. He could tell something was coming. Cregan didn’t seem to be his normal polite and distant self. His icy cold eyes had come to life now, burning with something so fierce that Jacaerys feared to name. Jacaerys’s instinct told him to run, but his body was paralyzed by Cregan’s intense gaze.

“You won’t get away with killing me here.” Jacaerys said, though he wasn’t as confident as he appeared.

“It is not your life that I want.” Cregan slowly brought his large and calloused palm up to touch Jacaerys’s burning cheek.

“Then what do you want from me?” Jacaerys dared to ask.

Cregan answered his question by running a wet thumb over Jacaerys’s lips. The gesture was intimate and tender, almost loving, a sharp contrast to the stern and serious lord Jacaerys had come to know. Cregan slowly lowered his head, bringing their face closer and closer while maintaining eye contact with Jacaerys, until their lips met in hot steams of the spring.

Jacaerys had kissed someone before. He had sneaked a kiss or two with his betrothed, Baela, in the empty halls of Dragonstone. Jacaerys liked and respected Baela, to the extent that he was prepared to spend the rest of his days with her. Kisses with Baela were loving and tender, never overwhelming like the kiss he was experiencing now. Cregan pressed on Jacaerys’s lips gently but firmly, his unique musky scent invading Jacaerys’s senses. The lord ran his tongue over Jacaerys’s lips again and again, sending a tingling sensation down Jacaerys’s spine. Cregan was scorchingly warm, his lips, his touch, his body, warmer than the steaming water around them. Jacaerys was almost burned by Cregan’s kiss and the lord’s large hand sliding down his side.

“I didn’t expect this when I agreed to use the hot spring.” Jacaerys managed to blurt out when Cregan broke the kiss for them to breathe.

“I did.” Cregan admitted without shame, “I have been expecting this ever since you landed your dragon outside my castle.”

“I never knew Lord of the North likes men.” Jacaerys commented.

“We don’t put names on our feelings here in the North.” Cregan replied, “We follow our heart’s desire.”

“So you desire me?” The kiss and the stifling steam must have messed up Jacaerys’s mind for him to ask so boldly.

“Yes.” Cregan brushed some wet curls from Jacaerys’s face, “You enchanted me, my prince. I’ve never felt so drawn to someone before.”

“You had a wife.” Jacaerys had no idea why he brought this up. He must sound like a jealous lover, but it was too late to retrieve his words now.

“And you have a betrothed.” Cregan raised an eyebrow, “Do not worry, my prince. My duty to my house always comes before my personal interest. That’s why I cannot fight along your side no matter how much I want to do so.”

“So you are saying you don’t plan to fight for my hand?” Somehow, Jacaerys found his nervousness starting to fade away, to the extent that he was able to tell jokes now.

Cregan laughed; Jacaerys could feel the vibration from the lord’s chest with their proximity.

“Better to enjoy what we have now, rather than worrying about what might happen in the future.” Cregan said, his palm cradling Jacaerys’s cheek.

“You sound very wise, my lord.”

Cregan’s lips curled up again as he gently pushed Jacaerys back, until the prince’s back hit the edge of the pool. The rock had been washed over by hot water constantly, making its surface smooth like marble, so it wouldn’t cut Jacaerys’s back. Cregan kissed him again and thrusted his hips forward, crushing their groins together under the water.

Jacaerys felt something hot and hard against his own throbbing cock. He didn’t even realize he was so aroused until now. Perhaps he had been as soon as he saw Cregan’s naked body. Jacaerys was not unfamiliar with men having a go at men. In fact, as far as he knew, his father, Ser Laenor, was among those who preferred the company of men. It seemed an apple never fell far from the tree.

Jacaerys closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Cregan’s neck, bring their body even more closer. Now their chests were pressed tightly against each other, their racing heartbeat forming a symphony of desire and lust.

Cregan pushed his knee between Jacaerys’s legs to part them, his hand sneaking down to grab their throbbing cocks together. Jacaerys let out a muffled moan and rolled his hips, grinding down on Cregan’s hand.

“Harder.” Jacaerys demanded between kisses, his breath hot on Cregan’s skin.

Cregan’s eyes darkened, clouded by waves of lust. He broke the kiss and put both his strong arms under Jacaerys’s knee to lift the prince out of water. Jacaerys wrapped his legs around Cregan’s torso instinctively, hanging desperately to the only thing that kept him from falling.

Cregan kissed Jacaerys’s collar bones before making his way down the prince’s chest, nibbling on the pink buds that had become been standing. He began to pump Jacaerys’s cock with his large and calloused hand, hard, like the prince demanded.

Jacaerys felt a rush of warmth down his lower belly, threatening to set him on fire. Cregan’s hand was raw, rough, merciless, and Jacaerys loved it. He didn’t think he could hold out for long like this.

Cregan sucked hard on Jacaerys’s nipple, taking the small bud between his teeth and teasing it with his talented tongue. He played with Jacaerys’s nipples like an enthusiastic boy playing his favorite toy. He kept pumping Jacaerys’s cock in rhythm with his tongue, pleasuring the prince as best as he could.

“Cregan,” Jacaerys breathed out, his nails digging deep into the lord’s shoulder, “keep going. It feels so good.”

“As you command, my prince.” Cregan licked off beads of sweat from Jacaerys’s chest, his hand pumping harder and faster. He could feel Jacaerys was nearing his climax, the cock in his hand so hard and scorching, like dragon fire. With a long sigh and a desperate rock of his hips, Jacaerys came, spilling his seeds all over Cregan’s chest and stomach. Jacaerys’s seeds felt even hotter than the steaming water of the spring.

Jacaerys panted heavily for a long while before regaining his bearing. Cregan was kind enough to wait for him to calm down, but the lord’s patience could only stretch so far. He flipped Jacaerys over as soon as the prince stopped shaking, his cock pressing on Jacaerys’s tailbone, just above the prince’s butt.

“You look even more beautiful than I imagined.” Cregan covered Jacaerys’s body with his own, wrapping his arms around the prince’s tiny waist as he began to thrust. They didn’t have the luxury of oil lubrications, and Cregan didn’t want to stress the prince with anal intercourse, so he opted for the next best thing. He forced Jacaerys’s legs tightly together and thrusted his cock between them, brushing his length against the smooth skin of Jacaerys’s inner thighs. It almost felt as good as the real thing.

Jacaerys gripped the edge of the hot spring so tight that his knuckles turned white. He had just came down from his climax, his body still shaking and overly sensitive to stimulation. The snow had started falling at some point, the delicate flakes melting away immediately as they touched Jacaerys’s skin. Jacaerys shivered even though he was surround by hot water and Cregan’s equally hot body. He was weak to cold. The gentlest snow was able to chill his bones.

“I wish I could accompany you back, my prince. I’d love to see how the South treats me.” Cregan whispered in Jacaerys’s ear, his hands now kneading the prince’s cute butt.

“You will be pleasantly surprised, my lord.” Jacaerys half turned and brought their lips together, “I wish I could show you the warmest hospitality of the South.”

“I will make sure to attend your mother’s coronation.” Cregan said, “Or maybe yours.”

Jacaerys shivered again, but his smile was genuine and bright, his cheeks pink from the hot spring and Cregan’s cock between his legs.

“That’s a promise then.” Jacaerys whispered, his soft voice carried away by the snow.

“Yes, it is.” Cregan nodded, picking up his pace.

Jacaerys moaned loudly and closed his eyes again, his lips curling up contentedly. For the first time, he allowed himself to forget about his duty as the heir for once, laying himself completely bare in front of Cregan, for he knew the lord would not let harm come to him.

Little did Jacaerys know that Cregan could shield him from the late summer snow, but not the bad news carried by the ominous raven.

[keepingeahalive]

Miss Rosabella Beauty: The Queen of Wasted Potential

Okay, I'll admit it. I do ship her and Daring. I'm a sucker for Beauty and the Beast, and I couldn't help myself. That said, objectively, this ship and Rosabella's character.... yeah, it kinda sucks.

Maybe I didn't want to admit it because Beauty and the Beast is my favorite fairytale. But the more I look into her character, the more I realize she embodies virtues that contradict her own story. Epic Winter was more about "fixing" Daring's supposed selfishness than addressing the real elephant in the room, and Rosabella was a plot device to push that narrative. I think she could have been an interesting character with flaws and a lot of depth. But she wasn't, and I am very very disappointed.

Her Character

The first time I saw her, I was really rooting for her. She's an animal rights and monster activist. She could have been great friends with Cerise for that reason. She could have even had interactions with Ramona in the past. But she comes off as self-righteous and preachy.

I get she's an activist and that's the joke; activists are inherently self-righteous. But this is Ever After High. Where's the nuance? She could be an animal and monster activist because she's experienced prejudice herself. She's the daughter of Beauty and The Beast. Look me in the eye and tell me she doesn't have any Beast genes. I dare you!

It's canon that Beauty and the Beast is considered a bad destiny story, with the stigma of the heroine falling in love with a creature most fairytales would pin as the villain, and a handsome prince carrying the stigma of being of being a beast even after the curse is gone. She should understand that better than anyone. And yet, this kindness and compassion she tries to convey comes off as condescending. She inserts herself into situations because she feels she's needed when nobody has asked for her help.

2. DARABELLA

Rosabella was only introduced in one minisode and suddenly gets a big role in Epic Winter? She and Daring hadn't had a meaningful conversation up until that point. Really, she barely knows Daring.

For the daughter of Beauty and the Beast, she's so .... judgmental. She's supposed to have the ability to see people's true intentions, but why does she get it so wrong? She immediately assumes Daring is self-centered and narcissistic. On the surface, I can see where she's coming from. But, that's only on the surface.

Daring is more complex than she made him out to be, and Epic Winter wanted the audience to think she was in the right. We know this isn't true. Daring loves being a hero and saving people. He loves his siblings and does what he thinks is best for them. He certainly cared about Lizzie enough to respect her wishes. He's chivalrous to a fault!

Daring is clearly going through some things, and it doesn't seem like anyone's paying attention to what's really bothering him: He has no purpose anymore. He's been brought up his whole life thinking he would be King of Ever After, and now his world is shattered. He's not coping well. And Rosabella thinks he's full of himself when she's barely met this guy.

Having him become the Beast from Beauty and the Beast felt natural to me in the story progression, but Rosabella's inclusion felt forced. She gives him the same old advice from her original story when she should be hinting at something greater. This should be the turning point in Daring that destiny is malarky, and he can break away from the expectations his family and peers put on him. But she doesn't understand that. She only sees that he's obsessed with his looks because his main form of coping is gone.

He's not really upset about his looks. He's upset that his destiny is gone, and either that's not as important to her as him getting over his looks or she doesn't know him well enough to know what's been put on him. Assuming it's the latter, why wouldn't she try to find the root of the problem instead of fixing what she thinks needs fixing?

Daring is the victim here, even if he has issues to work out. And it doesn't seem like she's really listening to him.

3. The Cousins No One Talks About

Yeah. Rosabella and Briar are cousins. And there is very. little. BACKSTORY!!

We know their dads don't get along. Briar's is a monster hunter. Rosa's is The Beast. Their moms are sisters. That's all we know. What's her relationship with Briar? Is it a tragic sisterly bond? Or did the two drift apart/fall out because of their family conflict? Rosa's mom is likely the black sheep of the family, so do she and Sleeping Beauty still talk anymore?

How does Briar feel about all this? Does she have time to feel anything about it at all? She has her own family and her own destiny to worry about. What kind of influence did Briar's parents have on her views on beasts? She hadn't even been to Rosa's home until they were both well into high school. How much do they even know about each other?

We know so little about their dynamic. Family conflict shapes a child, and both of them probably have some deep-seated trauma relating to their families. But did the writers forget that they're cousins?

4. How I Would Write Rosabella (and maybe Daring)

First, give her the ability to transform into a beast. It's not hard.

She's advocating for people like her to exist. She wants people to see both sides of her and those like her to be seen as more than monsters. But she's had her fair share of prejudice, even within her own family. Her uncle is a monster hunter, so a half-beast niece would be considered an abomination. Because of this, she suppresses her anger to better the image of beasts. She doesn't want to, but she feels like she has to, for her own safety and to make herself more palatable in society. However, the more anger she holds in, the less control she has over herself. Her judgment becomes clouded, and this makes her jump to conclusions about people's behavior. She wants things to be fair so much that she gets in trouble for it. She wants to be understanding and patient, but having a hair-trigger temper gets in the way of her goals.

Give her a backstory with Cerise and the Hood-Badwolf family. Her family would know more than anyone the hardships that a human-beast family goes through, and they should be very good friends because of that. Her growing up around Cerise and Ramona would give her more of a reason to protect the beast population.

If any sort of relationship with Daring were to work, they would both have to learn from each other. Daring would learn to let go of people's expectations of him, and Rosabella would learn to let her anger out in a healthy way and pick her battles. Daring can't be the only one learning from her, and Rosa shouldn't see anything to fix in him. She needs to accept him for who he really is, not just preaching about appearances.

She should be embodying both Beauty and the Beast, all the kindness and grief that comes with it. She's not meant to be a paragon, and the writers should not have portrayed her as such. She needed to be a character with her own development. She needed to be portrayed just as in the wrong as Daring was when they met, not about appearance but about each other. She needs to admit her mistakes and acknowledge she is not always right about everyone. Or, at the very least, have her see right through Daring's facade about looks and realize there's something deeper going on.

The writer's dropped the ball on this ship, and they did Daring so dirty here. But they also did Rosabella a disservice by making her so two-dimensional and preachy, almost not even her own character. There are so many routes they could have taken with her. She could have been great, but she wasn't.

[egot1stical]

ramblings about how winter king is not a simon but an ice king from my insta story. no idea how much sense this makes

Not to post a serious analysis of mr oncest bait, but it's kind of... *wrong* to say the winter king is Simon? I think it's more accurate to call him an ice king who THINKS he's Simon. His whole bit is that he removed the madness of the crown from himself, but the ice king isn't just "simon but crazy". The ice king is the result of the wish crown's curse over the span of 1000 years breaking down Simon's psyche and replacing and warping and mixing it with Evergreen (specifically Gunther's warped view of him) and adding more madness and sadness till he basically experiences ego death. We know our Simon (at least at this point) considers he and ice king separate entities. They have pretty different personalities

Winter king is more like ice king than Simon:

* Physical stuff. Obviously. He's taller, has longer straighter hair, and is fucking bright blue+ still has evergreen's nose LOL. But also smaller stuff like the fact he dresses different and has different shaped glasses

* WAYYYYY more outgoing. Even before All That, Simon doesn't seem like the most outgoing guy. He would go on expeditions yes but could you imagine that guy throwing a party? No.

* Way more selfish and self absorbed. Which is in line with ice king, but now he's conventionally attractive so everyone else agrees. This is opposed to the fact Simon want to khs

* No consideration for PB. This is an interesting one, because it's the first departure from both our Simon and IK. Obviously ice king was terrible to PB LOL but like....he liked her.....because she was like betty..... And now Simon really respects her (and feels terrible about it.) while WK straight up does NOT care about her. Different from both, but closer to IK because he is a dickweed

* Deals with emotions differently than Simon. Seems to have completely blocked Betty out (assuming they were still close in this universe). And marceline bro... whatever happened there, ice marcy is the KID version of her. He has her bass, so she at least grew up and they've interacted. Maybe she saw him get "fixed" and was like.
Wow! You're not Simon!

* The name. Fionna's dream has the "ice prince", and that's what she calls Simon upon meeting him for the first time. If this was a True Simon, it would make more sense for him to be called the ice prince in universe, no? But he keeps the King title.

Simon spends a lot of the episode jealous of the winter king because he seems so well adiusted while he has the crown.

Simon has no magic, no nothing, but at least he has his brain back. The crown is very much directly linked to his loss of identity and to see WK be CONSCIOUS and LIKED and seemingly HIMSELF with magic is something he desperately wants especially at a time like this when his mental health is down the shitter while everyone talks about how much more fun he was when he was legitimately insane

The difference is that Simon spent every *conscious* moment FIGHTING the crown. Winter king is NOT fighting that shit. He says that he "conquered" it, but no you did not buddy. He is still dependent on it. He cannot survive without it. He just gave up. He's accepted that he's become one with it instead. So did ice king. Except without the madness of ice king, he can be a semi functional human being. He still gets the high of the crown and all its power, but this doesn't change the fact it Changed Who He IS.

Doesn't fucking matter rn becauee Simon hates himself and wants to be someone else but you get the idea. Winter king is just a version of Ice King LARPing as Simon. He can just do this way more convincingly even to himself because he can actually think now

Like “Betty? OH HAHA THE DEAD ONE” is an ice king ass reply and I swear to god at least part of the reason they didn’t get Tom Kenny to do his voice is because it would just be ice king’s voice again

also in regards to why candy queen is like that-Okay one, this goes with the name thing. Princess bubblegum. Normal. Candy Queen. Insane. Same as winter/ice king and ice prince. We cool?

Anyway

The Madness manifested in Simon/ice king in regards to Betty as romantic obsession. With the madness gone, CQ is the one feeling the brunt of these feelings- which would explain why Winter king doesn't remember feeling so Strongly about betty. Because Simon's feelings about her are naturally just fucking insane, it's so intertwined with the Madness that when that part is removed, so are any feelings towards Betty.

CQ is probably also obsessed with WK and "being together" because the sane part of her mind recognises that this madness is HIS and this is her fucked uo way of trying to like. Give it back.

That’s all I got