behind the castle walls

Metanoia 1

You find yourself stuck in a virtual reality only to fall in love with the main game character.

Series Warning: None other than fluff & eventual smut.

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Your life that consisted of waking up early in the morning, getting ready for college, going to college, coming back home, having the smallest amount of time to yourself before eating dinner and going back to sleep again. At least you had some friends to go out with from time to time to distract your from the repetitive life you owned.

On the day of your 18th birthday you had received a delivery to your door with your name as the recipient. It was too early in the morning to be expecting birthday gifts but you made no ordeal about it, the more the merrier. You walked into the kitchen with the box in hand laying it on top of the grey marbled kitchen counter, heading to the fridge to drink your usual Saturday juice, at least today you didn’t have to go anywhere and enjoy the comfort of your own house. 

“Good morning sweetie” your mom greeted you with a smile on her face “and happy birthdaaay!!!!!!!” before showering you with kisses and hugs.

“Oh my god Mom I’m 18 not 8! Don’t kiss me” you tried to resist her as you both giggle.  

“What’s this?” your mom asked curiously as it was her turn to head to the fridge.

“I don’t know…. Did you or dad order anything for me?” you replied honestly.

“No, we didn’t order anything hunny… if you referring to your birthday gifts we went out and bought them personally” she said, “Who is it for?” she asked as she brought out a water bottle from the fridge. 

“It’s for me” you said, “Maybe it’s from Hannah?” you asked as you attempted to rip out the worn-out tape that shut the box closed. When you unwrapped all the tape, the box revealed to what looked like a virtual reality headset along with a video game that had no cover, just plain black. Strange. You would think video games would always come with some fancy cover to attract gamers. Ironically, it had only made you more curious to play the game and see what it’s about. 

“Is this supposed to be for your brother?” your mother laughed in confusion as she peered into the box.

“Maybe?” you said before reaching the bottom of the box in attempt to find something else to indicate what or to who this box belonged to “Oh wait, I think I found something” you pulled out a white card. 

“Sorry Y/N. It was the only way” you read out the content of the card loud for your mom to hear too. 

“The only way? That doesn’t bring good thoughts” your mom said as she put the headset and the video game in the box “Take it out. I don’t want it in the house” she told you sternly before going upstairs.

“But mom! I wanna know what it is” 

“And curiosity killed the cat!” she yelled from the level above.

You sighed… What did they mean? Who sent this to you? 

“Taehyung good timing!” You yelled excitedly to your older brother who entered the kitchen grumpily 

“Why are you so loud even at early mornings” he asked bewildered at your behaviour. 

“Hey! It’s my birthday” you nudged his side.

“I know… Happy birthday you loud princess” he kissed your forehead before noticing the box in front of you. 

“What’s that?” he asked you curiously.

“I don’t know really… Someone sent it to me it’s a virtual reality game I think” you answered while munching at an apple.

“What game is it?” he asked while taking the content out the box.

“I don’t know but I really wanna find out” 

“You can use my console its upstairs, I think you can play it with a play station” he said 

“Really? Can you help me set it up” you asked.

“Only because it’s your birthday” he grinned before taking the box upstairs.

“Alright… Can you see anything?” Your brother asked you.

“Oh my god! Yes! This is amazing Taehyung!” You replied as you hold a view of a castle in your eyes, the scene in front of you was like a scene from a movie and you felt like you were it’s main character. Turning around you can see a long path connected to deep woods. 

The castle was the deepest shade of black, almost too scary to look at but it captivated you. The dark walls were whirled with remnants of nature and age, crawling up the high walls. You walked to the main gate of the castle using your brother’s console remote.

“Taehyung, I-I this is amazing, it feels so real” you speak out before you were stunned by light, it was so strong that you took a step back nearly tripping over your own foot and dropping the console. Soon after you were welcomed by the same view from before, you squatted down to look for your only navigator of the game to find nothing by your feet. You lifted your hands to remove the virtual reality headset to find nothing on your head but the strands of your own hair.

What the fuck?

You were panicking for a good 10 minutes. You convinced yourself this wasn’t real, you were definitely dreaming. You looked around to inspect your surroundings, you looked up at the sky to see the dark clouds welcoming thunder before they cracked open to pour down rain. You felt it, You felt the cold, you felt the wet drops, you felt everything. How is this real? To avoid getting more wet, your only choice was to enter that castle and face whatever was behind the walls. Your instincts kicked in, and your panic heightened as you pushed that door open.

It was empty. Dark and empty. 

“Hello?” you called out to the open, knowing this is well how people get killed in horror movies. There was only silence.

“Is anybody here?” you tried again. 

“Fuck” you grunted knowing you will have to walk further and try to understand where you are and how you can escape. You should’ve listened to your mom and kicked that box outside your house. 

“Is anybody there?!” You shouted as your tears collected in your eyes, you were all alone.

“Help! Anybody?!” You tried again.

“Is any-“ You were cut off by a hand over your mouth, instructing you to be quiet making you squirm and struggle out of his hold. 

“Be quiet! You’re going to get us all caught!” you heard the man behind you whisper into your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

8

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As the confines of the castle walls faded behind me like a bad dream, I took my first full breath in weeks. I had no idea where this journey would lead me, what opportunity might present itself. I could only hope it would bring me closer to the standing stones of Craigh na Dun. If so, I was determined to reach them, knowing this time I must not fail.

Themes of secrecy in Reputation

Anyone who’s remotely paying attention knows that Reputation is absolutely brimming with references to secrets, duality, double meanings and private revelations. The album explores these ideas from a lot of different perspectives, and I thought it would be useful to get some analysis in one place. Let’s take it song by song, shall we? 

  • “…Ready For It?” – This song has obvious public/private parallels that I’ve written about before, with the verses tracking Taylor’s dark public bearding and the choruses tracking her light, airy private loves. (ht @bikertaylor for being the first to point out to me that the verses and choruses seemed to be tracking two different ideas.) The theme of secrecy that I’m interested in exploring here, though, is even more personal: When Taylor writes, “In the middle of the night, in my dreams, I know I’m gonna be with you, so I take my time,” she’s writing about a hope so dear to her heart that it’s buried in her subconscious, bubbling to the surface only in her dreams. (Of course, a dream can also reference a wish or a fantasy, but I think the literal meaning is interesting here and shouldn’t be overlooked.) If you read this song as a conflict between Taylor and her own inner desires, fighting to break free, the music video can be read more literally as well: This song is about a fight Taylor’s having with herself. The battle rages within her own heart, and the “you” in the title might refer to us (her fans, the world) being ready for her to reveal her secrets – but it might also refer to whether Taylor herself is ready. 
  • “Endgame” – The line that piques my interest here is, “I bury hatchets, but I keep maps of where I put ‘em.” The first reading here is about her seeming apologies for her public dramas, a joke that she forgives but doesn’t forget. Many of those dramas, though, concern heartbreaks and bearding narratives – and I’m really interested in the idea that each of these might be considered a hatchet, a weapon, an instrument of pain but also a tool of survival. She buries these hatchets one by one, but she doesn’t forget them, and they become a map of her psyche,
  • “I Did Something Bad” – The line that sticks out here is, “For every lie I tell them, they tell me three.” A lie is of course one kind of secret, and it’s telling that Taylor and her “boyfriends” so regularly keep secrets from one another. Additionally, I like the way “every lie I tell them” might connote that she’s telling the same lie over and over – namely, the lie about the true nature of her feelings and their relationship.
  • “Don’t Blame Me” – This song is absolutely rife with themes of darkness, secrets, and hidden truths, and I love how these references are overlaid with religious iconography: “the darkest little paradise,” “halo hiding my obsession,” “I would fall from grace just to touch your face.” This song is also a continuation of Taylor reckoning with her own desires: “Lord save me, my drug is my baby, I’ll be usin’ for the rest of my life” isn’t a lyric about wanting to return to her past self, the one who plays by the rules; this is a plea to find acceptance for who she is and who she intends to be for the rest of her life. That’s why this song makes more sense as an LGBTQ narrative than, for example, a song about pre-marital sex – once you get married, you would return to the “halo” state of playing by the rules, but if your “baby” is a queer relationship, you can’t play by the rules without changing who you are. That’s why Taylor’s name is whatever you decide, and that’s how she changed from an existence that was poisonous to herself and others into a daisy, a symbol of innocence. She’s using words associated with nature (and therefore associated with paganism and lesbianism) to redefine the traditional religious ideas of innocence and sin, darkness and light.
  • “Delicate” –  This is a song about a literal secret relationship (or the beginning of one), so of course I’m more interested here in the metaphorical lines, namely “Is it chill that you’re in my head?” and “Are you ever dreaming of me?” In this song, the first on the album that seems grounded in specific details of Taylor’s current relationship, Taylor is creating a distinction between the secrets she keeps from the public (that the relationship exists at all) and the secrets she keeps from her lover and even herself. 
  • “Look What You Made Me Do” – Hear me out on this: What if LWYMMD is a song (at least partially) about bearding? Read this way, we can see that Taylor hates being made to play the role of the fool who can’t make a relationship work, that she had to get smarter and harder in order to protect her real relationships, that she accepts her role as an actress pretending to be someone she’s not. Many critics and listeners have commented that the chorus leaves them cold – without a melody, without emotion, without the payoff promised by the rising action of the pre-chorus. But if Taylor is telling us that “what we made her do” is live a fake life pretending to be someone she’s not, it makes perfect sense that the chorus would feel lifeless and robotic. The fact that it’s a sample of “I’m Too Sexy” could also be a clever nod to the fact that the performance she’s giving is as a conventionally acceptable, heterosexual being appropriate for consumption by mass audiences. 
  • “So It Goes…” – Now we come to the part (i.e. the majority) of the album where secrets are no longer subtext; they are straight up text. The brilliant lyrics about magicians and illusionists show us that the secrets Taylor is keeping are now public – she is being honest with herself and her partner. No longer is she in her head and her dreams: “I know what you know, we can feel it.” This song marks a transition in the album, away from Taylor reckoning with her own secrets and toward her reckoning with how to keep those secrets away from prying eyes.
  • “Gorgeous” – Our explicit secret here (“you touching my hand in a darkened room”) leads to an opportunity for Taylor to confront her own emotions about having to keep this relationship secret: She uses the words “furious,” “hurts,” “hate,” “sad,” and “mad” – not exactly the kind of language one typically uses to talk about the excitement of meeting a new love. These negative words are juxtaposed against a joyous beat and melody (typical Swiftian genius), but we shouldn’t overlook the fact that Taylor’s circumstances are clearly making her feel horribly upset. Is she upset by meeting a new person? That doesn’t make a lot of sense – it’s much more likely she’s upset that she can’t be with that person in public.
  • “Getaway Car” – I like reading this song as an accurate retelling of her switching beards from CH to TH. “A circus ain’t a love story” is a great way to think about the media circus surrounding all of Taylor’s het relationships, and the narrative of she and TH being criminals fits with them perpetrating duplicity and lies. (More secrets!) Once we get to the outro, though, we see the true emotions behind this lighthearted heist: She was crying and dying in that car. If she didn’t have feelings for TH, as this song would suggest, and if she was ready as hell to leave her ex, why was she so upset – if not for the deeper secret she was keeping?
  • “King Of My Heart” – “Your love is a secret I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep. Change my priorities, the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury.” Here we see the unity of Taylor’s inner hopes (her dreams) with her outer identity: She has found the solution to her secrecy problem – glass closeting. She changes her “priorities” to her “friendships,” and is then able to bring the person who rules the kingdom inside her room out into public. 
  • “Dancing With Our Hands Tied” – This is where we get into the dark side of glass closeting, namely kissgate. This song is all about secrecy: “I loved you in secret,” “picture of your face in an invisible locket,” “I’d kiss you as the lights went out.” All those golden secrets Taylor and her partner keep tarnish and revert to poison when brought to the light of day. The “sacred oasis” of Taylor’s relationship is subjected to biblical plagues – fire, avalanche, flood – when they dance in public. Their only option is to go back into hiding.
  • “Dress” – And, as it turns out, keeping secrets can be hella sexy! This feels like a yin/yang pair to DWOHT, the ecstasy of getting away from public toxicity and back to a golden secret paradise. But though their kingdom is small and secret, Taylor takes care to note its permanence with lyrics like “a golden tattoo,” “carve your name into my bedpost,” and “inescapable.” If a “beard” is the woman a man wears to seem straight, then it only makes sense that a queer woman would wear a “dress.” In that reading, J*e is actually Taylor’s “dress” – the costume Taylor bought to show a good public face, while in private she removes her armor and becomes her true, permanent self with the person she loves.
  • “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things” – Here again, I’ve got a suspicion that Taylor is writing about more than her public feuds. “I’m shaking my head and locking the gates” feels like the same retreat into private described in DWOHT and Dress. What if – in addition to the obvious narrative – this song is also discussing why Taylor can’t have the life she wants in public, and we (her fans, the media, etc.) can’t have the true details about her life that we crave?
  • “Call It What You Want” – Taylor taketh away but then, oh then, Taylor giveth. Because this is the moment where she lifts the curtain and lets us spend time with her in her golden oasis, behind her crumbled castle walls, her guard evaporated. She’s got her code here (het pronouns), but otherwise her secrets are all gone. I’ve written before about the language she uses in the chorus to reinforce the idea that her relationship is a secret escape, but the beauty of this song is that she invites us to run away with her – if we’re willing to see the truth. Karlie what you want to; her name is whatever we decide.
  • “New Year’s Day” – A circus ain’t a love story, but this song is – literally! “Don’t read the last page” means that Taylor already knows the ending: she’s going to stay with her partner for the whole long road. In private moments cleaning up the apartment after a party, squeezing hands in the back of a taxi, recognizing each other’s laughs, they have found comfort, longevity, and lasting love in their secret world. They will hold on to each other, and despite the deep fears that the world would divide them, their joy and their memories see them through. 

This album is one long rumination on secrecy and how it affects us – the secrets we keep from ourselves, from our lovers, and from the strangers who think they know who we truly are. In the introduction to Reputation, Taylor writes very explicitly about this idea – but in her lyrics, she gives us an intimate view into her own emotional process in grappling with the secrets that have dominated her life. The album charts a beautiful progression from Taylor coming to terms with her own secrets, finding someone else to share those secrets with, and, finally, finding a comfortable and happy way to live with those secrets despite the public and the media bearing down on her from every angle. In refusing to give interviews during this era, she is living the solution she has shown us on this album. 

To state the obvious, Taylor’s het relationships are public by definition, charted in press releases and pap walks. It just doesn’t make sense to me that she would write an entire album about the idea of secrecy unless her life were riddled with secrets. Taken with the specific ways Taylor uses gendered language on this album, it seems abundantly clear to me exactly what secrets she’s keeping.

Behind the palace’s doors

A Cordonia exclusive photoset of the Selection

Ladies Hana, Penelope, Kiara and Dutchess Olivia Nevrakis, taken by Lady Riley before the coronation ball

Our favorite contestant Lady Riley, taken by His Royal Highness Prince Liam in the garden’s maze during the social season

Commoners time : the mysterious woman Lady Riley was seen kissing our beloved Prince’s best friend Drake Walker in an alleyway behind the castle walls, taken by an unknown source

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Kingdom Come Pt. 1 [Damian Wayne x Reader] AU

A/N: You got a Dick Grayson series (kinda), you got a Jason Todd series, you got a Batsis series… now prepare for a Damian Wayne series! 

Tags: @batboysimagine @batfamily-imagines @tim-help @memento-scribet @saramdeuli 

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Princess!Reader

Warnings: None… yet :D

Word Count: 755

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Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a beautiful princess. She was a young princess, innocent and naive and clueless about the world. All she knew was the world behind the castle walls, the world that was her own little kingdom, and what a gorgeous kingdom she had indeed. For everything thrived and there were no disloyalty or burglary, there was only love and peace.

Her castle was her bedroom chamber, high above on the east wing of her father’s domain. It towered above her little kingdom, where rows of magnificent roses, blooming dandelions and vibrant bougainvillea grew. Further west, there was a sparkling pond where the merpeople lived.

It was her own kingdom, seen only by the eyes of her imagination, because she was often lonely. She had no friends, no partner-in-crime. Her handmaidens were all older than her and they tended to her every need, nothing more, nothing less. Her guards only existed to give their life for her, not to befriend her. Therefore, she created her own friends with the power of her mind… and loneliness.

But one day, something quite extraordinary happened.

A knock resonated through the princess’s bedroom, causing her to move from her place by the window. “You may enter.” she informed the person outside. The oak door to her bedroom opened with a creak and one of the servants of the castle entered, bowing before straightening himself.

“Your Highness,” he said with a clear voice, “the King and Queen requests your audience.”

She nodded at the servant. “Tell them I will be there shortly.” The servant bowed once more and left her room, closing the door behind him. As soon as he left, she called her handmaidens to change her clothing. When meeting her parents, she had to be dressed appropriately, and a casual gown such as the one she was wearing now was unfit for such occasion.

Once she was ready, she headed through the stone corridors towards the throne room, accompanied by her loyal guards. All her subjects that she passed bowed or curtsied to her, their princess.

“Her Royal Highness, Princess [F/N].” she heard someone announce before the large doors opened for her.

When she entered the throne room, she immediately noticed there were a few unfamiliar faces. Though she was only a young girl at the mere age of nine, she was well-educated and mature for her age. From the way they were dressed, they were Knights.

Everyone lowered their heads as the princess entered and no one spoke a word. She walked up to her parents and curtsied before speaking. “You have summoned me, father?”

“Yes, my dear.” her father stated kindly, reminding her that even under formal circumstances he was still the same man that tucked her to bed every night, no matter how busy he was, “I have called you to meet your new personal guard.”

“My… personal guard?” [F/N] repeated, confusion laced in her voice, “is there a reason for this? I have many already…”

Her father sighed and gave her a weary smile. “I’m afraid I have to remove most of them from their duties guarding you.”

“Why?” she asked, slightly alarmed.

“You do not need to know the reason now, my child. Now, come.” her father urged, beckoning her forward. Although she was still clueless to what was happening, she did as she was asked.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a young boy, about her age or perhaps a little older, step forward. Though small like her, he certainly didn’t look weak or feeble. He wore the clothes of a knight and had a sword strapped to his belt.

“This is Sir Damian, of House Wayne.” her mother voiced, “as you know, House Wayne has been loyal to the [L/N] family for generations. They are the most skilled warriors of this land. The young man is tasked with protecting you. He will go where you go, fight your battles, and if needed, lay down his life for you.”

[F/N] nodded and turned back to study Sir Damian. He had sharp features with a slightly exotic complexion. His tanned skin brought out his emerald eyes, something she decided she liked most about him.

She watched as he got down to one knee, lowering his head. He said his oath, swearing to protect her, before raising his head to look at her. Not knowing what to do, she simply smiled kindly at him.

And that was when everything changed.

anonymous asked:

Oh! How about a story or headcannons of Shane and Ryan doing a Buzzfeed Unsolved Video at the enchanted caslte in BatB? They would be wondering why people around the area doesn't know about the caslte that is literarly close by. And imagine the staff fucking with them and they think the Beast as the Goatman. Ryan is screaming and Shane is confused

“What was that?!”

“It’s a tree, Ryan. There are trees outside. And wind.”

“No, dude! The candle—it moved—”

“It moved?” Shane’s laughter rippled through the palace, relaxed and happy. The sound bounced off the furniture in every empty room. “Buddy, you’ve got to calm down.”

“Fuck you.” Ryan fiddled with his instruments: the Go-Pro, the spirit box, the microphone. “Let’s get into the history of this place.”

“Please.” Shane’s eyes wandered up to the ceiling. Gold curlicues gleamed back at him. “Man. This place is beautiful.”

Coughing, Ryan slid into his professional voice. Shane, sighing, used his flashlight to make shadow puppets on the wall behind him.

Villeneuve Castle, though once one of the most regal palaces in Europe during the Enlightenment, now is said to be the home of one of the most frightening ghosts in the world: partly because this ghost is not human.”

“What do you mean, not human? All of our ghosts are not human.”

“I mean he’s not a person, you idiot.”

“He—what? Do we have a ghostly toaster oven in here?”

“Just wait. Said to be seven feet tall and covered in fur, this ghost wanders the halls of the palace at night, crying out about some mysterious bells. Oddly, no bells or bell-towers have been found anywhere in the area.

“They must have had some bell-towers. In, like, a church, you know?”

“That’s the part you’re gonna focus on here?”

“Oh. Yeah. So we have a beastie-boy ghost?” Shane’s flashlight lit up a rotten harpsichord, standing on the outside patio. “Oh, that’s nice. We can play some tunes.”

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Son of Wonder Woman

Chapter V: Lantern


Hal Jordan was a busy man.

He had his own life to live, a pilot, a member of the Justice League and a Green Lantern, and they seemed to meld together until he didn’t realise what he was doing. It was sometimes frustrating beyond comprehension. 

Now, he was flying through the void of space, and spoiler alert, it was incredibly boring. He seen this so many times it was practically burned into the inside of his skull. The unknown stars, the darkness, the occasional planet or system or two, otherwise it was a normal day (or night. He really didn’t know). 

The Guardians had sent him on a mission to one of the districts they usually didn’t visit or do anything with it at all. This should be an easy mission, an easy one man mission. Hal started to hum the Star Wars theme. What? Travelling through space gave him those sort of vibes…and he was bored.

“Ring, how far away is Belmera?” Hal asked in the midst’s of his humming.

Belmera. He had never heard of that planet before until after the Guardians brought it up, and he didn’t think that the Green Lantern’s had any influence on the planet whatsoever. Another Green Lantern, we come in peace speech, a usual day. He thought the whole universe knew of their existence. 

“Another hundred light years away” The ring responded in its female like, monotone voice, Hal hummed, not far away now.

His mind went back to the Justice League. They had a bit of a mishap with Lex Luther not long ago and he was suspicious of Batman hiding things from them regarding Luther. Hal scoffed at the thought, of cause Bat’s was hiding things, he hides everything from them, he wouldn’t be Batman if he didn’t. Batman’s Batman.

But he’s more suspicious than usual, and that’s saying something, and Supes and Diana seem to be on it as well. So, it’s a Trinity thing, but why not a League thing, is it super confidential thing or something. Batman’s is normal as ever, Supes was suspicious and Diana seemed more cheerful and didn’t hate Bruce. Let’s be honest, that’s what tipped Hal off in the most. Diana’s kindness to Bruce.

She’s hated him since…Leandro. Hal felt his throat tighten on the thought. He was practically his nephew. His bright blue eyes, big smile and his wish of freedom. When he went, Diana lost any sort of kindness towards Bruce, since he put him on that mission at Garrison. God, that was one hell of a day.

Everyone was at the Watchtower that one afternoon then Diana stormed in and punched Batman. Then it blurred from there. There was yelling, Superman trying to hold Diana back, forcefully taking Bruce to the Infirmary to fix his most definitely broken ribs, ripping into Bruce themselves after they heard the news (but more communication wise, not violent wise), Diana crying, crying of other close Leaguer’s. Yeah, wasn’t a very good day for Bat’s.

Hal felt his eyes sting. No! no. He finished his tears, there is no more left to give.  

“State who you are” A booming voice ran through his ring, Hal stopped abruptly and looked at it quizzically, where did his ring find communications in this void in space.

Then he found it.

A ship, a big one, travelling closer in the distance. It looked advanced and very purple. Hal snorted, they seemed to have a very big fetish for purple, look at it. It was purple everything, the lights, some of the exterior panelling and some of the windows. All he knew the species could be a different version of the purple teletubbies.

“Ring, what’s species is the ship?” He asked as he stared down the ship with interest.

“Unknown species” Hal snapped his head back to his finger. What? But the Guardian’s know everything. With wide eyes, he looked back to the ship, it looked much more menacing then before. Can they do that?

“State who you are” The booming voice repeated, it was deep and it sounded angry.

Uh oh, that not good, that’s never good. “I’m a Green Lantern,” Hal started, eyeing the guns and missiles attached to the ship. Oh boy.


“Make sure you’re in the right position before to do the attack,” Lance said as he moved Keith’s body to the correct locations as he directed.

Teaching Keith in ancient Greek swordsmanship was easier than expected, then again, Keith’s Bayard was a sword.

It’s worked out better than he thought all those nights before. The fear, the anger, but they were totally accepting, even fangirled a little bit (*cough cough* Hunk, Pidge and Keith *cough cough*), now he’s a lot more in control in the training room and in missions. Teaching them how to fight the Amazon way, classic war strategies and teaching Hunk and Pidge the history of Thermyscira, which may or may not contain ancient or first-hand experienced stories.

“Then you swing just like that, that will both disable and injure your enemy in one fell swoop”

Even his relationship with the paladin’s have changed, especially Allura. Knowing that he was royalty they could connect very well with the struggles of the life behind castle walls and the protection they had (or, well Allura. Thermyscira was relatively safe, but still). Coran has taken upon himself to protect both heir’s, much to Lance disagreement, but it was amusing to say the same.

“Well done Keith!” Lance praised as Keith (finally) managed to do the move correctly, the one his mother showed him.  

“Thanks” Keith gasped out between desperate inhales of air as he let his bayard deactivate.

When he was dragged away from the hangar after that one mission, Keith exclaimed that he saw Lance back at Garrison, which got his attention, the bastard remembered him. Then he said that he saw him break that pencil when the teacher in history class started teaching them Amazons, and it ended with him in detention. Keith exclaimed (the loudest he’s ever heard him) that it explained so much. 

Sirens broke his train of thought.

“All paladins to the Bridge immediately” Allura called through the red and blaring alarms. Keith ran to the door and Lance dropped the practice sword before following.


“What’s the problem” Pidge asked as they all entered the Bridge and sat in their seats.

“A Galra ship is fighting a… something?” Allura answered as she stared confused at the purple Galra ship fight a flying green thing.

Something in Lance’s mind snapped.

“No way” Lance said, baffled, only receiving expected answers from his teammates and an explanation from the Altean’s.

He couldn’t believe it. A Green Lantern all the way out here. Lance simply gasped at the thought. He could send a message to his mother saying that he was okay. But it could be John or Guy or… Hal. His uncle Hal, one of his fun uncle’s, the one that let him try alien alcohol for the first time.


“What’s that?” Leandro asked as he watched his uncle bring two very different bottles, Hal only smirked then he chuckled as he sat on his old, ratty looking couch.

They were currently at Hal’s house, which was nice. It had the industrial look that designers loved in the World of Man, big windows, metal benches, the lot. It felt kind of homey. He could feel the scratchy couch cushion from underneath him. It was uncomfortable but he’s survived worst.  

“As one of your babysitters for tonight,” Lance scrunched up his face at the word babysitter. God, his mother so overbearing sometimes. “Do you promise me something?” Hal seemingly stared into his soul, expecting his answer, smirking in delight of whatever he was bringing to the metaphorical table.

Leandro thought about it for a second. One, he could try whatever is in Hal’s hands and probably regret it, and that he is known for doing inappropriate things, or he could completely rebel and do whatever he asks. Leandro nodded. He knew his answer.

“What is it that you wish of me?” Leandro slightly tilted his head like a puppy, as pathetic as it sounds. Hal’s face seemed to brighten at the answer then he brought up the two bottles in his hands into full view. 

One he knew was classic World or Man alcohol, or as his mother ‘tried’ to explain it and the other in a funky bottle Leandro couldn’t begin to place, it was green and the ‘glass’ seemed to move on its own accord, all in all, it wasn’t very appealing.

“Do you promise me that whatever happens in the next few minutes doesn’t leave this room. So, do not rattle to your mother (she’ll gut me alive), and do not speak of this to Barry and Oliver”

Ah, Barry and Oliver, Flash and Green Arrow, who are at this very moment waiting for pizza in Italy (via Barry’s request), or his other, eh, babysitter’s. Even as his fun uncles, he hated it being called babysitting.

Leandro only nodded, feeling giddy, “Sister-ah…-brother in battle, I shall not defy your wishes” he said in the classic Amazon way, or the best he could do with the information Hal had given him, which was nothing at all only that it was something rebelling, and he was down for that.

“Good,” Hal cheered, “This one is the typical Earth Vodka, this one is mine,” Hal said as his slightly shook the small transparent bottle, the liquid swishing from the movement, “and this is an Alien drink that give you a quite the kick if you were human, but as seeing you as Amazon or half-amazon this would be more suited to your systems” Hal brought out two shot glasses from behind the couch cushion.

Leandro watched as he poured the two bottles into two different shot glasses and handed one to him.

“As your sixteen, this isn’t usually ideal, but you’re going undercover soon and I want to give your first drink, if I miss it” Hal’s expression turned solemn then turn back to his happy, childish personality like the sadness in his eyes disappeared as quick as it appeared.

Hal smiled as he raised his cup up, and Leandro clang his cup together, the sound sounding a sharp clang before he chucked it down his throat. He ignored the happy face of Hal that quickly morph into surprise, horror and distress?

Leandro coughed, bringing his chest to his knee’s as Hal stared him down with the most horrified look Leandro had ever seen adorned his face, “T-that was a sipping alcohol…oh, my god” Hal whispered, distress clear in his voice. “Oh, my god!”

Let’s just say it was an interesting evening afterwards.


“Lance, who is it?” Shiro’s voice broke his memory, confusion clear in his voice as he stared at Lance.

Lance shook his head to clear his mind from the fuzz that his mind had developed. “…It’s a Green Lantern” In his peripheral vision he saw his teammates straighten and look at the purple and green blurs closer.

“Oh, my god” Pidge screeched, her eyes blown wide, almost comically, as the others stared with interest.

“I’m sorry, what is a Green Lantern?” Allura asked from the controls next to Coran.

Pidge and Hunk (maybe a little Keith) gasped at the question and snapped their heads to her direction, Allura slightly recoiled at the action.

“They’re practically the space police, and the human ones are members of the Justice League!” Pidge screeched again, until Shiro laid a hand on her shoulder and turned to Lance to properly explain to the Altean’s what a Green Lantern was, without the screeching.

Lance sighed, “On the Justice League, we have three. They are the members of an intergalactic organisation that is bigger than we can comprehend,”

“Guys” Hunk interrupted, they ignored him,

“Apparently, there are multiple Lantern organisations just like the Green Lantern’s,”

“Guy’s!” Hunk said again louder, still they ignored him, 

“There is red, orange, purple,-“

“GUY’S!” Hunk screeched, effectively capturing the attention of everyone else.

Hunk groaned, “This guy getting absolutely destroyed out there, I think we need to help?” he said as he pointed to the Green Lantern v Galra fight happening a few million kilometres away through the Bridge window.

The Galra had released the fleets and the guy’s getting hammered, and not in a good way. It looks like he’s struggling out there.

Shiro started “Alright team-“


Hal groaned as a stray shot hit his calf. This was not good, this was, in fact, very, very bad. 

He moved his ring in front of an onslaught of a few small ships and conjured a green wall effectively destroying the majority ships as they crashed into it. He needs back up, but they won’t get here fast enough. He’s in a bundle.

“Ring battery; 67%” his ring states in the midst’s of gun fire. Now’s not the time, Hal thought as he grunted again when the force of multiple ships collided with another brick wall. This is getting worst, just who are you people. 

A stray ship out of the hundred’s? Thousand’s? Hit’s straight from his side, effectively knocking him of his defensive position, his ears heard cracking then pain exploded in his arm. 

With a groan-slash-grunt he switched his ring onto his unbroken arm’s finger and continued. Hal could feel the dizziness form the force, this was not good. He’s only thought this a few times in his Green Lantern career, but he’s not going to last out here, he’s most likely going to die.

Hal watched as an onslaught of ships turned around and headed straight at him, he poised and physically (and mentally) prepared himself for the collision of twenty-somewhat fast moving ships against one man.

Roaring met his ears over the rushing of blood and Hal’s eyes met a strange sight.

Lions.

Five robot lions flying in space. Shooting the fleet of alien ships as they flew pass him. 

Hal watched dumfounded as he watched the lions flying through and between ships, destroying them easily like it was like swatting fly’s.

There was black, red, green, yellow and blue, all varying in size. It was peculiar, he thought as he wiped the floating blood from his nose with the back of his hand. 

He watched as the lions flew in formation and with precision, if he was in a better state of mind, he would have asked (more likely begged) to fly them. They looked so powerful individually, but together they seemed unstoppable.

In his peripheral vision, he caught ships heading in his direction and conjured a wall as fast as he could. It only resulted in his dizziness to tenfold and the pain to double with they collided with the green force field, Hal groaned in pain. This wasn’t looking good. It seemed like he had reached the twilight zone, the zone where the Guardians had no idea what the fuck this is, the Guardians that he presumed (and they said) knew everything, and therefore twilight zone, he was completely blind in this situation.  

Everything was blurring together and that wasn’t good, it never is. Hid mind caught the motion of another stray ship behind him, pain and then darkness.  


Heading closer for the team to meet the Justice League and closer to Ares. 

Sorry this took me a while. 

Chapter 6 would be up soon.

Open for prompts or Headcanon’s

Until Next Time, 

-Big Geek

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 The Signs as my Favourite Women in Literature pt. 4 (Water)

Cancer - Jane Eyre (Jane Eyre)
At the beginning of the novel, Jane is an isolated, quiet child who struggles with an aunt and  cousins who mistreat her. As a result, she develops an inner strength and when she finally has the opportunity to go to Lowood School, she proves herself to be an intelligent and determined student. She possesses a thirst for reading and education as well as a vivid creativity. She believes not only that knowledge is her key to freedom but also is taken captive by fantastic stories which are her only escape from reality. Her ability to draw and to give knowledge to others through teaching, gain her self-confidence and a leading position at school. Jane represents proper English womanhood by behaving decent, frank and sincere but you can definitely say that she is a rebel at heart. She believes that women are worthy of intellectual activity and goals in life like every man. When she first comes to Thornfield and meets Mr. Rochester, she immidiately falls in love with the place and she feels intrigued by its owner. It’s compeletely new for her to truly be herself but she feels that Fairfax Rochester accepts every aspect of her body, soul and mind and she can’t help developing a deep and unconditional love. Readers can watch her putting her defenses down, opening her heart and becoming extremely passionate. But where other people’s beliefs are clouded by feelings, Jane remembers who she is and preserves that fierce self-respect and her idea of equality. When she finally leaves Mr. Rochester she can’t forget him, knowing that he is her only true love. Jane knows what really matters in life and sees not only the obvious but also the inner beauty of things and people. Even when people diappoint her, she can’t help but seeing the good in them, trying to forgive them if they’re worth it.

Scorpio - Anna Arkadyevna Karenina (Anna Karenina)
At first sight, Anna Karenina seems like a decent and overly attractive, passionate and educated wife. She cares deeply for her family which is the reason why she visits Moscow in the first place: to help saving her brother’s marriage. Although she can’t find it within her to love  the man she is married to, due to his rational and cold personality, she loves her son Seryozha. He is the reason she refuses a divorce, which would grant her freedom but means the loss of her beloved son at the same time. Anna is elegant in the way she talks, walk. and dresses, she loves reading English novels and writes children’s books. It’s especially when she meets and falls in love with him, that we see her rebellious and passionate spirit to live life on her own terms. She finds it fairly injust that she has to suffer from social isolation and the contempt of others simply because she loves the wrong man. That is why she continues to go to concerts or other public events, where she is recognized by only few people but preserves a grace and elegance that are strikingly disarming. Anna’s highest goal and most important principle of life is love. She can’t stand the idea of lying to herself and playing a role simply because her life is bound by duty. So she breaks away from social norms and rules because that’s the only way to love and be loved by Vronsky, who isn’t so eager to do the same thing for her. Anna seems egoistic, for she ignores the ideal of living for god and goodness and instead follows the path of her heart disregarding the people she hurts or abandons in the process. At the end she dies for comitting a crime that only women in that society could be accused of because it was totally normal for men to betray their wives. But Anna dies for the privilege of being herself and following her own will and passion, which is stunningly brave and admirable.

Pisces - Éowyn (Lord of the Rings)
The reader gets to know Éowyn as an unhappy character, who has to watch over her uncle, while her brother is free to roam outside the castle and fight and generally is able to do everything she wants to do too. No one really sees what’s happening inside her, they assume that she is ok with being kind of a nurse because that’s what girls do. In fact, Éowyn possesses the same fierce spirit as her brother but she is destined to stay behind the safe castle walls watching the world fall apart. She feels like she is living in a cage epecially because she also has to bother with Gríma, who looks forward to possessing her as a reward for clouding her uncle’s decisions and mind. When she first meets Aragorn, she is stunned by his handsome, strong and kingly appearance. The young maiden longs to fight by his side and to finally escape into the outside world and as a result she falls in love with him. Éowyn’s actions are mostly driven by emotions, which is why she fights Sauron with the Rohan army because it means following Aragorn. However, she is a brave and loving woman, who is determined to protect and fight for her people, home and family till death. She has strong ideals of what is wrong and what is right, just and injust. And the handmaiden believes in trust and if she trusts someone, she expects the trust from them in return.

Consort Arete, The Last Queen of Valla

Born the eldest daughter of King Galenos and Queen Mira, Arete was a woman of exceptional spiritual power, having been granted the blessings of the Father Dragon Anankos at the mere age of ten. She assumed the throne after her father and continued her family’s legacy of leading the prosperous but hidden kingdom of Valla. She was known for developing new healing techniques alongside her sister Eirene, and also for her gift of song, a talent she shared with her husband Hesiod, the royal bard and composer. 

Her reign came to a tragic end when her husband answered the Father Dragon’s plea to have a glimpse of his kingdom beyond his chamber from which he kept himself sane. The total destruction the dragon wrought upon Valla was irreparable, leaving his children dead in a disaster not seen since the end of the Calamity of Mist and Foam. In grief over his mistake but weakened by his atrophied body, Anankos sought shelter in Hesiod’s corpse and fled to the surface to find a way to revive his people, leaving behind the few survivors.

Despite having lost her people and husband to an unstable god as well as bearing a child, Arete made the decision to help relieve Anankos of his suffering, and searched for him in the west lands, while her sister Eirene looked to the east. After gaining the favor of Marquis Barnaby of Lovell to find a position in the royal court, Arete made bold advances towards King Garon as an indispensable strategist with knowledge of the ancient arts of the water maidens.

In private however, she made her true intentions known, a revelation that King Garon did not take lightly after much proof. However, the king could not reveal such information to his closest allies, for as of late, the court has been suffering the ire of Lady Theresa. The two struck a deal. While she provided him her services as a water maiden, he would provide her resources to find the missing god masquerading as her husband. To set her above most dissenters, most particularly Lady Theresa, he made her consort, named Arete’s newborn child his own, and assigned Lady Gabrielle as her guard. While they only married out of necessity, King Garon came to enjoy her company, since she cared little about maintaining presence in castle affairs but was a good friend.

Now under the king’s protection and her daughter’s safety assured, Arete continued her search for Anankos, and thus uncovered a plot most foul in the court that played in coordination to her husband’s disappearance. And now, it seemed to her that King Garon was slowly succumbing to the influence of Anankos’ madness. Before she could act, her knowledge of the secret dealings within the court became known and she was dealt with.

Her body was found in the catacombs of Windmire soon after, her murderers unknown. Her few friends were devastated by the loss, while the rest of the court thought good riddance. In a moment of clarity and grief, King Garon realized Arete’s only daughter Azura was not safe behind his castle walls as they had thought and made plans to send her to the east lands immediately, where he heard his dear friend mention a sister living there. But the crawling influence of Anankos came and squashed the last of his humanity and finally made him a shell of his former self.


Kinda wish we knew more about Arete’s canonical role in the game, but I guess I have to try to make up for it…

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THE CHOSEN ONE (PART 2) 🌙

A/N: I’m finally back with Part 2! Thank you everyone, for the positive feedback for part one! I’m glad all of you are enjoying this series so far. As of now, I’ve added Taeyeon in as well, hopefully she’ll spice things up as well ;) remember to leave feedback after reading, much love! Happy reading x

Genre: Dystopian/Action/Smut in later parts

Word Count: 10,103

Soundtrack: Yellow Flicker Beat // Lorde

Synopsis: In the land of Exotica, thirteen kingdoms reign. Thirteen different types of bestowed powers, thirteen different types of abilities, thirteen different types of gifts. In this world, everybody is bestowed with only one ability. So what happens when The Chosen One is discovered to possess all thirteen powers at once?

Originally posted by quinseokdo

Part 1 | PART 2

‘Your words cut deeper than any one your knives, Your Highness’.

My heart is still racing by the time I speed-walk over the boundary and back into the territory of the Peace Kingdoms, perspiration forming at the nape of my neck and causing my ruffled silver hair to stick to me like a second skin. I can still feel the raging heat of Jongdae’s lightning creeping beneath my skin, the hairs on my arms standing on end.

Never before have I indulged in a full-on battle with the people of the Bloodbath Kingdoms. The fact that I went in without proper backup and still managed to thrash two of them sends chills down my rigid spine; what if I wasn’t powerful enough? What if I couldn’t handle them? What if they actually tore me to shreds in the exact way the nobles mentioned? If I were less weak, less knowledgeable about my ability, I could be dead by now.

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The Confession of a Reluctant King

In celebration of the month of February being dedicated to the beautiful, darling crown prince and king of Adarlan, Dorian Havilliard, I have written a confessional piece for him, looking back on his life from his own point of view.

I hope you all like it. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

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I don’t know if ever truly deserved love. I think my father had a lot to do with that. I never saw him show affection to my mother, never mind myself or my brother. We were just…there; a Queen, an heir, and a spare.

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Countess Elizabeth Bathory was a Hungarian noblewoman who is cited by the Guinness Book of World Records as the most prolific female serial killer of all time.  She was born into the Bathory family of nobility, who owned land in the Kingdom of Hungary (now Hungary and Slovakia) and Transylvania (now Romania).  At age 11, as what was most likely a political arrangement within the circles of the aristocracy, she became engaged to Ferenc Nádasdy, the son of Baron Tamás Nádasdy de Nádasd et Fogarasföld and Orsolya Kanizsay.  When Bathory turned 15 and Nadasdy 19, the two wed.  Nádasdy’s wedding gift to his young wife was Čachtice Castle, a massive estate situated in the Little Carpathians in what is now Slovakia.  In this impressive fortress, Bathory would not only bear Nadasdy five children, but also murder countless people.

Between 1602 and 1604, rumors began to circulate throughout the kingdom of unspeakable atrocities being committed by the Countess.  In 1610, an investigation was finally launched, which revealed unsettling details of torture and murder.  Bathory’s victims consisted mainly of adolescent girls from local peasants whom she lured to Čachtice with offers of work as maidservants in the castle.  Hidden from the public eye behind her castle walls, Bathory would then sate her sadistic desires with callous and savage abandon.  She subjected the girls to severe beatings in which she often tore the flesh off their faces and other body parts with her own teeth.  Other activities she enjoyed included burning or mutilating her victims’ limbs, scalding them with hot tongs and then placing them in an ice-cold bath, covering them in honey and leaving them to be eaten alive by ants, and freezing or starving them to death.  In addition to her confirmed crimes, it is suspected that Bathory carried out bloody orgies to accompany family celebrations and that she also engaged in cannibalism.   

György Thurzó, the Palatine of Hungary assigned by King Matthias to head the investigation, arrested Bathory and four of her servants said to be her accomplices on December 30, 1610.  At the castle, his men discovered one girl dead and other girls imprisoned.  Due to her family’s high-ranking status and influence, Elizabeth Bathory eluded a public trial and was instead placed under solitary confinement within her own home, while all but one of her accomplices were sentenced to death (servant Katarína Benická was deemed to have been coerced by the other servants and thus sentenced to life imprisonment).  The exact number of Bathory’s victims remains unknown.  During the trial of her servants, defendants Dorotya Szentes and János Újváry claimed respectively that 36 and 37 victims were killed during their periods of service, while the other servants placed the body count at around 50 or higher.  Sárvár castle personnel, meanwhile, estimated the number of bodies removed from the castle to be between 100 and 200.  A serving girl named Susannah stated that she discovered a journal among Bathory’s possessions in which she supposedly kept a victim tally that totaled over 650 victims, and this was the number that has been cemented into legend.  

In accordance with her punishment, Bathory was bricked in a set of rooms, with only small slits left open for ventilation.  There, she remained for four years until her death on August 21, 1614.  Long after Bathory’s demise, stories about her acts continued to live on in public infamy.  To this day, the image of Elizabeth Bathory is shrouded in gruesome myth.  The most enduring of the stories that rotate about the Countess is that she drank and bathed in her victims’ blood in order to preserve her youth, but it has never been substantiated and is likely a piece of folklore born from societal notions surrounding female vanity and witness accounts of Bathory emerging from one of her kills so covered in blood that she appeared to have bathed in it.  

caught up (in you)

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Pairing: Klance (Keith/Lance)
Rating: Teen and up: for language, lots of kissing
Summary:  Lance allows himself to be led, following Keith’s quick pace with eager steps and a racing heart.

Author’s Notes: you know the feeling you get where you just wanna mash their faces together? yeah, that’s what inspired this entire one-shot. At some point, elements of a bet were added, but that’s not really the focus.

Shout-out to @flusteredkeith for being the first to encourage this, and then @stardusted, @klance-my-way, and @voltrash for continuing to support it.

Anyway, I hope you guys like it! :D

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When cool fingers slide underneath his shirt, Lance draws in a shuddering breath. He scrabbles to grip something, not really particular about whether he manages to grab a fistful of shirt or, as actually happens, a handful of ass, and slants his mouth over Keith’s. He’s too eager and their teeth click together, but Keith angles his head differently with a slightly disgruntled sound in his throat and pushes against Lance with strength that the taller man had forgotten about.

He feels the cool metal of the castle wall behind him, the chill seeping through his shirt, but everything else is practically on fire. Heat pools in the pit of his stomach and spreads from where Keith’s leg tangles between his own, where Keith’s hands trail across his abdomen, where Keith’s eager mouth moves against his, and Lance can’t be bothered with rational thought. He cares even less about the reasoning when Keith presses closer and Lance’s mind short circuits with the thought, Holy Crow, his tongue’s in my mouth!

A sound builds up from somewhere deep in Lance’s chest, not quite a moan though not far off, but it’s muffled by Keith’s mouth, and he feels a smirk against his lips.

Bastard.

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The Monarch-  Taehyung Royalty!AU

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Part: 1 (More if Requested, let me know guys!)

Member/Group: Taehyung of BTS

Word Count:2022

Author: Admin Cloud

Summary: Not everything is perfect behind these castle walls.


 In the kingdom of Saxet, there is no such thing as poverty. Many years ago, a King whose name has been long forgotten set up the rules of the land so that every person would be supported by their fellow community members. Though this sounds strange, very person outside of this bustling village must know that money has no value here. Favors are traded for goods, and every villager is willing to help out anybody in need. In Saxet, every occupant gives an oath of support when they reach the age of adulthood before they can finally become a true member of the community. This system has been in effect for hundreds of years, and every generation of royals takes a vow to their subjects that they will lead a fair and generous rule.

 The current King and Queen were blessed with a son early in their marriage, and they bestowed him with the name ‘Taehyung’, hoping that the name would bring only good fortune into the boy’s life. He grew up knowing only of the joy that floated among the castle walls, but he was not allowed to be greedy. From the time that he was barely walking and speaking, the Queen would take trips to the center of the village and have Taehyung socialize with all the other children,being blissfully unaware of the fact that they were playing with their future king. It was here on these dusty streets that he met somebody that could only be considered his soulmate, even though they were separated by social status. Even though they began growing further and further apart in their teenage years, he still considered you a close friend and frequently had dreams about meeting with you again. If only he had known that on his eighteenth birthday, those dreams would turn to nightmares.

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theeighthtitan  asked:

What about 14 a kiss bc I don't have words right now or 6 a tipsy kiss for Alistair x Warden? 😘😘😘

I’m sorry it took me this long! It took me forever to figure out how I wanted to approach this, so here, have a whole bunch of booze-themed kisses. I hope you like it!


Alistair drains his cup of wine, then pours himself another one—his second, as it is, or maybe his third?—frowning when a mere trickle drips to the bottom of the goblet.

“That’s a crime of lèse-majesté, you know,” he tells the offending bottle as he pulls himself to his feet before tottering to the door of his bedchamber and heading to the cellar. “Or is it treason? Either way, be content you’re not—you know—alive, because I could have you hanged.”

It’s lonely, being king, as it turns out. No one just has a pint of ale with the King of Ferelden: everything turns into some stately meeting the instant he steps into the room, crown or not, and when everything down to which spoon he picks up first is cause for scandal, he usually finds himself worrying whether Teagan’s eyes might actually bore holes into his head this time. Were she here, he would have pulled his queen into bed with him, and doubtless there would be as much wine spilled on the sheets as they’d manage to drink. But she isn’t, so no one’s kept him from issuing the royal decree permitting him to indulge his loneliness for once with a bottle or two of Orlesian red.

The sad truth is that he needs her more than she, him. Thanks to Her Majesty’s courage and fortitude, Amaranthine held against the brunt of the Darkspawn army, while he’s stuck behind his castle walls, whining about the wine.

Whining to the wine, he amends, which isn’t exactly better.

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