if only it were a crown

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“Please let me go! I must give birth now! My belly hurts!!!” I screamed hoping my master would untie me. My legs were tied tightly together. I only wished to birth out all 12 of my babies. But he enjoyed watching me suffer. He walked up to me and poked my sensitive navel quit hard and I nearly puked from the pain. I felt the babies drop into my pelvis and struggle to crown. I was already 6 months overdue. My children were huge and so was my belly. Another month of contractions it is...

Avatar Aang, Feminist Icon?

“Who’s your favorite character?” I hear that question come up a lot over Avatar: The Last Airbender, a show particularly near and dear to me. Iroh and Toph get tossed around a lot. Zuko is very popular. Sokka has his fans. But something I’ve noticed? Aang very rarely gets the pick. When he comes up, it’s usually in that “Oh, and also…” kind of way. Which is strange, I think, considering he’s the main character, the titular airbender, of the entire show.

I never really thought much about it until a couple weeks ago when I finished my annual re-watch of the series and found myself, for the first time, specifically focused on Aang’s arc. Somehow, I never really paid that much attention to him before. I mean sure, he’s front and center in most episodes, fighting or practicing or learning big spiritual secrets, and yet, he always feels a little overshadowed. Katara takes care of the group. Sokka makes the plans. Zuko has the big, heroic Joseph Campbell journey. Aang…goofs around. He listens and follows and plays with Momo. And yes, at the end his story gets bigger and louder, but even then I feel like a lot of it dodges the spotlight. And here’s why:

Avatar casts the least traditionally-masculine hero you could possibly write as the star of a fantasy war story. Because of that, we don’t see Aang naturally for everything he is, so we look elsewhere.

To show what I mean, I want to talk about some of the show’s other characters, and I want to start with Zuko. Zuko is the hero we’re looking for. He’s tall and hot and complicated. He perseveres in the face of constant setbacks. He uses two swords and shoots fire out of his hands. He trains with a wise old man on ship decks and mountaintops. Occasionally he yells at the sky. He’s got the whole 180-degree moral turn beat for beat, right down to the scars and the sins-of-the-father confrontation scene. And if you were going into battle, some epic affair with battalions of armor-clad infantry, Zuko is the man you’d want leading the charge, Aragorn style. We love Zuko. Because Zuko does what he’s supposed to do.

Now let’s look at Katara. Katara doesn’t do what she’s supposed to do. She doesn’t care about your traditionally gender dynamics because she’s too busy fighting pirates and firebenders, planning military operations with the highest ranking generals in the Earth Kingdom, and dismantling the entire patriarchal structure of the Northern Water Tribe. Somewhere in her spare time she also manages to become one of the greatest waterbenders in the world, train the Avatar, defeat the princess of the Fire Nation in the middle of Sozin’s Comet and take care of the entire rest of the cast for an entire year living in tents and caves. Katara is a badass, and we love that.

So what about Aang? When we meet Aang, he is twelve years old. He is small and his voice hasn’t changed yet. His hobbies include dancing, baking and braiding necklaces with pink flowers. He loves animals. He doesn’t eat meat. He despises violence and spends nine tenths of every fight ducking and dodging. His only “weapon” is a blunt staff, used more for recreation than combat. Through the show, Aang receives most of his training from two young women – Katara and Toph – whom he gives absolute respect, even to the point of reverence. When he questions their instruction, it comes from a place of discomfort or anxiety, never superiority. He defers to women, young women, in matters of strategy and combat. Then he makes a joke at his own expense and goes off to feed his pet lemur.

Now there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this, and it’s the one that shielded Aang from the heroic limelight in my eyes for ten years. The reasoning goes like this: Aang is a child. He has no presumptuous authority complex, no masculinity anxiety, no self-consciousness about his preferred pastimes, because he’s twelve. He’s still the hero, but he’s the prepubescent hero, the hero who can’t lead the charge himself because he’s just not old enough. The problem is, that reasoning just doesn’t hold up when you look at him in the context of the rest of the show.

Let’s look at Azula. Aside from the Avatar himself, Zuko’s sister is arguably the strongest bender in the entire show. We could debate Toph and Ozai all day, but when you look at all Azula does, the evidence is pretty damning. Let’s make a list, shall we?

Azula completely mastered lightning, the highest level firebending technique, in her spare time on a boat, under the instruction of two old women who can’t even bend.

Azula led the drill assault on Ba Sing Sae, one of the most important Fire Nation operations of the entire war, and almost succeeded in conquering the whole Earth Kingdom.

Azula then bested the Kyoshi Warriors, one of the strongest non-bender fighting groups in the entire world, successfully infiltrated the Earth Kingdom in disguise, befriended its monarch, learned of the enemy’s most secret operation, emotionally manipulated her older brother, overthrew the captain of the secret police and did conquer the Earth Kingdom, something three Fire Lords, numerous technological monstrosities, and countless generals, including her uncle, failed to do in a century.

And she did this all when she was fourteen.

That last part is easy to forget. Azula seems so much her brother’s peer, we forget she’s the same age as Katara. And that means that when we first meet Azula, she’s only a year older than Aang is at the end of the series. So to dismiss Aang’s autonomy, maturity or capability because of his age is ridiculous, understanding that he and Azula could have been in the same preschool class.

We must then accept Aang for what he truly is: the hero of the story, the leader of the charge, who repeatedly displays restraint and meekness, not because of his age, not because of his upbringing, not because of some character flaw, but because he chooses too. We clamor for strong female characters, and for excellent reason. But nobody every calls for more weak male characters. Not weak in a negative sense, but weak in a sense that he listens when heroes talk. He negotiates when heroes fight. And when heroes are sharpening their blades, planning their strategies and stringing along their hetero love interests, Aang is making jewelry, feeding Appa, and wearing that flower crown he got from a travelling band of hippies. If all Aang’s hobbies and habits were transposed onto Toph or Katara, we’d see it as a weakening of their characters. But with Aang it’s cute, because he’s a child. Only it isn’t, because he’s not.

Even in his relationship with Katara, a landmark piece of any traditional protagonist’s identity, Aang defies expectations. From the moment he wakes up in episode one, he is infatuated with the young woman who would become his oldest teacher and closest friend. Throughout season one we see many examples of his puppy love expressing itself, usually to no avail. But there’s one episode in particular that I always thought a little odd, and that’s Jet.

In Jet, Katara has an infatuation of her own. The titular vigilante outlaw sweeps her off her feet, literally, with his stunning hair, his masterful swordsmanship and his apparent selflessness. You’d think this would elicit some kind of jealousy from Aang. There’s no way he’s ignorant of what’s happening, as Sokka sarcastically refers to Jet as Katara’s boyfriend directly in Aang’s presence, and she doesn’t even dispute it. But even then, we never see any kind of rivalry manifest in Aang. Rather, he seems in full support of it. He repeatedly praises Jet, impressed by his leadership and carefree attitude. Despite his overwhelming affection for Katara, he evaluates both her and Jet on their own merits as people. There is no sense of ownership or macho competition.

Contrast this with Zuko’s reaction to a similar scenario in season three’s The Beach. Zuko goes to a party with his girlfriend, and at that party he sees her talking to another guy. His reaction? Throwing the challenger into the wall, shattering a vase, yelling at Mai, and storming out. This may seem a little extreme, but it’s also what we’d expect to an extent. Zuko is being challenged. He feels threatened in his station as a man, and he responds physically, asserting his strength and dominance as best he can.

I could go on and on. I could talk about how the first time Aang trains with a dedicated waterbending master, he tries to quit because of sexist double standards, only changing his mind after Katara’s urging. I could talk about how Aang is cast as a woman in the Fire Nation’s propaganda theatre piece bashing him and his friends. Because in a patriarchal society, the worst thing a man can be is feminine. I could talk about the only times Aang causes any kind of real destruction in the Avatar state, it’s not even him, since he doesn’t gain control of the skill until the show’s closing moments. Every time he is powerless in his own power and guilt-ridden right after, until the very end when he finally gains control, and what does he do with all that potential? He raises the rivers, and puts the fires out.

Aang isn’t what he’s supposed to be. He rejects every masculine expectation placed on his role, and in doing so he dodges center stage of his own show. It’s shocking to think about how many times I just forgot about Aang. Even at the end, when his voice has dropped and his abs have filled in, we miss it. Zuko’s coronation comes and we cheer with the crowd, psyched to see our hero crowned. Then the Fire Lord shakes his head, gestures behind him and declares “the real hero is the Avatar.” It’s like he’s talking to us. “Don’t you get it?” he asks. “Did you miss it? This is his story. But you forgot that. Because he was small. And silly. And he hated fighting. And he loved to dance. Look at him,” Zuko seems to say. “He’s your hero. Avatar Aang, defier of gender norms, champion of self-identity, feminist icon.”

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YOI Flora and Fauna AU [Victuuri-centered] 

Floras are the peacemakers of the mythical world. They have the ability to rejuvenate and control nature, and they can heal those who are in physical pain. They might be fragile beings, but when angered, their power can be destructive. The royal Flora family is protected by only the chosen mighty Faunas.

Faunas have anthropomorphic bodies, and they used to serve under the Flora kingdom as their guardians. Most of them have gone to live a free wandering life, but some chose to stay with the Floras. When they reach their absolute form, their strength increases tenfold. 

In this AU, Viktor and Yuuri were raised in the world of the mortals. And one point in the story, they go back together to where they originally came from to resolve the conflicts of their kingdom.

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The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas

From The Wind’s Twelve Quarters: Short Stories by Ursula Le Guin


With a clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring, the Festival of Summer came to the city Omelas, bright-towered by the sea. The rigging of the boats in harbor sparkled with flags. In the streets between houses with red roofs and painted walls, between old moss-grown gardens and under avenues of trees, past great parks and public buildings, processions moved. Some were decorous: old people in long stiff robes of mauve and grey, grave master workmen, quiet, merry women carrying their babies and chatting as they walked. In other streets the music beat faster, a shimmering of gong and tambourine, and the people went dancing, the procession was a dance. Children dodged in and out, their high calls rising like the swallows’ crossing flights, over the music and the singing. All the processions wound towards the north side of the city, where on the great water-meadow called the Green’ Fields boys and girls, naked in the bright air, with mudstained feet and ankles and long, lithe arms, exercised their restive horses before the race. The horses wore no gear at all but a halter without bit. Their manes were braided with streamers of silver, gold, and green. They flared their nostrils and pranced and boasted to one another; they were vastly excited, the horse being the only animal who has adopted our ceremonies as his own. Far off to the north and west the mountains stood up half encircling Omelas on her bay. The air of morning was so clear that the snow still crowning the Eighteen Peaks burned with white-gold fire across the miles of sunlit air, under the dark blue of the sky. There was just enough wind to make the banners that marked the racecourse snap and flutter now and then. In the silence of the broad green meadows one could hear the music winding through the city streets, farther and nearer and ever approaching, a cheerful faint sweetness of the air that from time to time trembled and gathered together and broke out into the great joyous clanging of the bells.

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The Signs as ÷ Lyrics

Aries - She is the flint that sparks the lighter, and the fuel that will hold the flame // Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

Taurus - Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you, but ain’t nobody love you like I do // Happier

Gemini - You know we are made up of love and hate, but both of them are balanced on a razor blade // What Do I Know

Cancer - Offered up my shoulder just for you to cry upon; gave you constant shelter and a bed to keep you warm. They gave me the heartache and in return I gave a song // Save Myself

Leo - Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know. She shares my dreams; I hope that someday I’ll share her home // Perfect

Virgo - Someone told me always say what’s on your mind, and I am only being honest with you, I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time // Bibia Be Ye Ye

Libra - I never worried about the king and crown ‘cause I found my heart upon the southern ground // Nancy Mulligan

Scorpio - I walked her home then she took me inside, finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine // Galway Girl

Sagittarius - I fell in love with the sparkle in the moonlight reflected in your beautiful eyes. I guess that is destiny doing it right // Barcelona

Capricorn - I guess if you were Lois Lane, I wasn’t superman: just a young boy trying to be loved // New Man

Aquarius - You’re a mystery; I have travelled the world, and there’s no other girl like you, no one // Dive

Pisces - I’ll be taking my time, spending my life falling deeper in love with you. So tell me that you love me too // How Would You Feel (Paean)

Just a Little Tummy Ache - Part 2

Pairing: Danisnotonfire & AmazingPhil (Phan)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Pastel!Dan, Punk!Phil (slight)daddy!kink.

Word Count: 4500

Warnings: Sexual Content. 

Summary: Phil meets Dan in probably the most unconventional way. And despite being polar opposites, maybe they’re more alike than they ever thought. The biggest difference? Dan can’t tell a tummy ache apart from a different kind of ‘ache’. Perhaps too innocent for his own good, until he meets Phil that is. 

Author Note: This picks up exactly where Part 1 ended so I highly suggest you read the 1st chapter, Just a Little Tummy Ache

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The 2ps as shit my friends (and family[and me]) have said pt.  2
  • 2p America: Listen bucko I've seen more pussy in my 17 years of life than you ever will
  • 2p England: The first time I tried to cook I caught an oven mitt on fire and burned an orange. Don't ask how because I don't know either
  • 2p China: If you can't remember my name you can call me ling-ling or dumpling, I don't care
  • 2p France: I will literally break your finger if it comes any closer to my face
  • 2p Russia: *pouring 4 packets of sugar into a cup of tea* it's 6 in the morning and I went to bed at 4. I have so many regrets
  • 2p Canada: I'm going to slit the tires on my neighbor's car if he doesn't stop coming onto our land I swear to fucking god
  • 2p Italy: *breaks finger after catching a football**completely monotone* it seems that I'm in a bit of a situation. How unfortunate. Now, if you'll excuse me *goes to the nurse crying his eyes out*
  • 2p Germany: Yeah, I can speak German. Eat meine Dick
  • 2p Japan: The only thing darker than my soul is my hair
  • 2p Romano: *in response to 'you should wear a suit to bed'* you're right, I'll look dapper as fuck while I take a napper as fuck
  • 2p Austria: I can play skrillex on my ukulele
  • 2p Prussia: *nearly in tears* she took my flower crown

Thor Ragnarok

So I watched the movie again today and I feel like I can finally talk and fangirl about it


SPOILERS AHEAD


  • Loki was beautiful
  • Hela fricking slayed
  • When Loki looked at the Teseract I was literally freaking out like boi please don’t
  • Also I never knew how much I needed Loki in a black suit
  • And Odin!Loki hosting a theatre to recreate his death and building a statue just cracked me up so much
  • The scene with Loki and Dr.Strange was hilarious but pls stop bullying my baby-
  • Odin’s death killed me more than Frigga’s tbh and Loki was rlly sad and no one can tell me otherwise
  • “Kneel before your queen” “bITCH DID U JUST STEAL MY LINE”
  • “He’s my brother” “Adopted”
  • Thor begging to not get his hair cut
  • Oh and R.I.P Mjolnir btw
  • I’m also really into scared Loki idk why
  • “I have to get off of this planet”
  • Also Thor being traumatised abt seeing Hulk naked
  • Loki is beautiful
  • Thor trying to be cool in front of Valkyrie and completely failing
  • I also really like that stone guy
  • Oh and Grandmaster is an a-hole Thor would have won against Hulk but nOOOOO
  • Hela is prettier with her hair open tbh I don’t rlly like that helmet crown thingy
  • Where the hell is Sif?
  • Heimdall is freaking cool okay
  • Please stop hurting Loki
  • Oh and the fact that Loki stabbed Thor when they were only 8 years old fills me with joy
  • Banner complaining about Tony’s pants
  • Thor constantly trying to keep Bruce calm
  • Loki can look at people’s memories??? How cool is that??
  • That other scraper lady who hates Valkyrie is a b-
  • Oh and Loki was really beautiful did I already mention that?
  • I kinda feel bad for Hela
  • Thor being happy to see Loki
  • “Your saviour is here” (I squealed)
  • I was really scared when Loki went to bring that demon back to life like I thought he flippin died
  • Omg Loki’s skills and hair flip y'all
  • Where is my Thorki hug? Like boi
  • I really wanted them to hug k ;-;
  • Fucking love the soundtrack of the whole movie
  • Oh and remember the two girls at the beginning who were taking a selfie with Thor? hOW CAN THEY JUST IGNORE LOKI’S BEAUTY
  • Tbh if I were one of the girl’s I would have hugged Loki and give him all the love he needs aaaaa ;-;
  • Oh yeah Loki was really fucking beautiful
  • God I can’t get over how great this movie is y'all

Fuck Loki was so perfect I can’t

(I probably forgot a few things but I think y'all understand now how much I love this film)

I Like You [Min Yoongi]

Warning: Contains smut. Do not read if you are underage.

A/N: This is very, very long. Grab a coffee, sit back and enjoy. Thank you to @katythekitty for your suggestions with the plot. I guess in a way this is kind of your requests? Idk. 


‘Y/n?’ Yoongi’s voice questions softly as you stretch across the floor of the dorm, arms reaching above your head to get into that tight spot in your lower back. His foot pokes out from his position on the low couch, gently nudging your thigh to roll you slightly on your side.

‘Mmm?’ You respond, the sleepy tone in your voice giving away the true nature of your state. The few cans of beer were sitting heavily in your stomach, a beverage that since your college days had always had you yawning before the night was over. Lazily, you flop on your side, scooting across the wooden panelled floors.

‘I was just checking you were still awake. It’s 2am and the movie finished. Want me to flag a taxi for you?’ You let out a slow whine, body wrapping around his feet to clutch his ankles tightly.

‘Why, you don’t want to hang out with me?,’ You pout, clinging to his legs like a small, fluffy koala. You could almost feel his body tense under your touch, an audible breath hissing through his teeth as your arms claw their way up his black denim jeans. ‘C’mon, Yoongyoong. I thought we were having fun. We are only two movies into this Harry Potter marathon… We’ve still got another 6 to go. Where’s your stamina?’ Your hands reach up to tickle behind his knees, before sitting upwards to envelop the entire lower half of his leg into a hug.

‘Fuck… you’re weird.’ His face was still flat, expression blank as he watches you crawl your way up his body, coming to sit comfortably next to him, lounging into the comfort of the soft black fabric of the long hoodie he had chosen to wear. Instinctively, your hands wrap around his waist, head placing itself in the crook between his shoulder and arm.

‘You love it, though, right?’ It takes a second, his body heaving with a deep sigh - the air of which dusts lightly across the crown of your head - before you feel his arm drop, grasping your shoulder and pulling you a little closer to him.

‘Not really.’ He responds just as flatly, a flicker of a smile lacing across his face so briefly you you wouldn’t have seen it if you weren’t trained in finding it. It’s the only evidence you have of what he was really saying.

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Right. So. Might be mildly addicted to your 'Gods and Monsters' series. Definitely need an intervention, but I'll prolly ignore that anyway, so... anyway, can you do something with Zeus and Hera? I've always thought it was massively whack that the goddess of fidelity was with --according to Greek mythos--one of the biggest adulterers on Olympus. Definitely smelling a bit of an abusive relationship there, if you catch my drift... okay byeeeee

Hera, the young goddess of marriage and family, is only unfaithful to her husband once.

She seduces Zeus first, right as the war ends and they’re all pain and ash and thrumming with the excitement of victory. She smiles just so and touches his bloody chest, her hand pale against the dark copper of his skin and, and when he looks at her his eyes spark with the lightning he so easily commands. She is named his wife that very night, her body littered with bruises from his rough, eager hands, and she tells herself the bile at the back of her throat tastes like victory.

She is queen of the gods. This is what she wants.

They’ve all claimed their domains and gone their separate ways, Demeter to the earth, Hades to the underworld, and Hestia to Olympus where they plan to build their palace. But Poseidon still lingers. “Don’t you have an ocean to conquer?” she asks.

He looks at her, then behind her to where Zeus is busy sketching plans for Olympus. “You don’t have to do this,” he says softly, “you – you can come with me if you want. Or I’m sure Hades would take you.”

Hera has no time for Poseidon and his soft heart. “I will only belong to the best,” she says, tossing her head so her crown of curls fall over her shoulder. “You should go. You have work to do.”

“There are more important things than power,” he says uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot.

“No,” she says, “there aren’t.”

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Hera would not mind Zeus’s women so much if they were not constantly giving him children, something she has been unable to do.

She is an obedient wife. She does not turn her powers against him, and she’s tolerant of his mortals at first, but the longer she is empty of child the less patience she has. How can she be the goddess of family without one of her own?

Her spite gets in her way, and she hurls every kind of obstacle and curse she can at the woman her husband lies with. At first he is angry with her, and bruises litter her throat and wrists. Then, as her wrath and powers grow, he is afraid of her. He watches her warily, sneaking to the mortal realm when before he wouldn’t even try to hide it. He submits when she pins him to the bed and rides him hard, desperate for a child of his, desperate to fulfill the perfect image of wife and mother she’s built for herself.

No matter her magic, no matter how many times they lie together, Hera does not get with child.

She goes to Hestia, and her sister presses a hand to her stomach and purses her lips and says, “Must it be his child?”

Hera stares. She’s the goddess of marriage and family. She is not capable of infidelity. “I – I can’t.”

“Just once,” Hestia says, “the problem is not with you, nor with him, clearly. Only the combination of you both. Lie with any other man, and you will have your child.”

So Hera, just once, puts on a disguise and goes to the mortal realm. She finds a man with skin darker than Zeus’s, a rich warm brown that matches his soft eyes. She lies with him, and it hurts. He is kind and patient and kisses the edge of her jaw, her shoulders, her navel. But to be unfaithful grates against her very nature as a goddess, and every moment is agony. He finishes, his mouth whispering kind things against her own, and she leaves as soon as she can.

It works. She becomes round with child, and is happier than she’s been in a long time. She does not mind Zeus’s mortals, and he even becomes kinder while the baby grows inside of her. His hands become softer, and he spends less time away from Olympus.

The baby is born, and Zeus is furious.

The child is too dark to be his, and he tears it from Hera’s hands while she lies exhausted from the birth. “What do you care?” she cries, struggling to stand, “You have dozens of children. What does it matter if I have one?”

He holds the baby in one hand and grabs her jaw with the other, pulling her to her knees. “You are my wife,” he hisses, “the goddess of marriage and family. You will have my child, or no child at all.”

He throws the baby from Mount Olympus. Hera screams, pushing herself away from him and attempting to jump after it. Zeus catches her around the waist, and with a crackle of power and roar of rage, he sends a lightning bolt after the baby.

The child may have survived the fall, but not the lightning.

“NO!” Hera screeches, clawing at his arm as she struggles to escape his grasp. Normally she’s not this helpless against him, but delivering her baby has left her weaker than she’s ever been before.

He presses the flat of his hand against her swollen womb, adding pressure until she cries out in pain and tries to squirm away from him. “My child,” he repeats, voice low and terrible, “or no child at all.”

He lets her go, and she collapses, grasping out a hand over the edge of Olympus. But the blood between her thighs is still wet, and she can’t find the energy to stand. She wonders if she’ll have to crawl down the mountain to retrieve her baby’s corpse.

“Sister!” Soft hands grab her shoulder and gently roll her onto her back. Hestia’s face fills her vision, and Hera has never seen the older goddess of hearth and fire look so cold. “I’ll kill him,” she says, hands hovering over Hera like she’s not sure where to begin. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen, I didn’t think he would – I didn’t think.”

Hera curls on her side until she can place her head in her sister’s lap. She’s not sobbing anymore, she’s never been one to fall into hysterics, but she can’t stop crying, a steady stream of tears dripping silently down her face. Hestia runs trembling hands through her hair. “Don’t,” she whispers, “I did this, this is my fault. I – I should have known better.”

Hestia’s hand cup her face, leaning over so she can look her in the eye. “This is not your fault.”

Her sister stands and picks her up in her arms. Hera tries to tell her to put her down, that Zeus will be angry if she leaves, that she did this to herself. But she falls unconscious before she can get any of it out.

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Hera awakens someplace soft and warm. She opens her eyes, and she’s inside Hades’s palace. Her confusion lasts only until her memories come rushing back, and then she has to bite her lip until it bleeds to stop herself from crying out.

“Hestia brought you here. She’s returned to Olympus to cover for you both. Do not worry – Zeus doesn’t know where you are.” She turns her head, and sees the goddess of magic at her side. Hecate smiles, “I have mended you, do not worry. All is well.”

All is not well. That statement is so far from true, and her instant urge is to crush Hecate to dust for the audacity. Before she can make up her mind one way or the other, there’s a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal her elder brother. “I have something that belongs to you,” he says, and Here focuses on the bundle in the crook of his elbow.

Her baby’s corpse. She’s relieved someone thought to get it. Her heart feels like lead, and all the control she’d had over her emotions is gone instantly. She hopes they’ll leave her alone to hold the body of her child and weep.

Hades gingerly sits on the edge of the bed, and Hecate rises to help Hera prop herself up so she’s at least sitting. “He’s a strong little thing,” Hades says, and Hera doesn’t understand.

Then a warm, wriggling baby is placed in her arms. He’s got great big eyes and his mouth splits into a toothless grin when he sees her. “He’s alive,” she says numbly.

“Not without sacrifice,” Hecate says softly, and reaches over to undo the blanket he’s swaddled in.

Her son has no legs below his knees.

“Zeus’s lightning bolt didn’t kill him, but we cannot return what was lost,” Hades says, pained. “When he’s older, maybe we can do something, give him something in place of legs. But for now, there’s nothing I can do.”

The king of the underworld is the most powerful god after her husband. Hera knows that, even if Zeus doesn’t. If Hades can’t do anything about her son’s legs, then no can. But he’s alive, Zeus didn’t manage to kill him, and Hera finds herself so grateful that she’s holding a smiling, living child that she can’t be anything but relieved. Her son is alive, and happy. He doesn’t need legs.

“I can’t bring him back to Olympus,” she looks up at them, “Can you find someone to raise him? Someone you trust?”

She doesn’t trust anyone, so it can’t be her choosing.

“You’re going back to him?” Hecate demands, “Hestia said – but I thought for sure – you don’t have to! Don’t go back to him!”

“I must,” she holds her son to her chest, and he reaches out with chubby hands to tug at her hair. “I am the goddess of marriage, and he is my husband.”

Hecate stares, aghast. “Don’t – don’t, Hera. Please. Stay here. Hades will protect you.”

She looks up at her brother, and he raises an eyebrow. He would protect her, he would put himself in between her and Zeus’s wrath if she asked him to. But she won’t, and she thinks he knows it. She says, “I am Hera of the Heights, of Argos, of the Mound. I am the cow eyed, white armed goddess of marriage and of family. I am Hera, queen of the gods.” She looks down at her son, and her heart clenches, because for now a title that cannot be afforded to her is that of mother. “I will not abandon my dominion, nor my husband. I will return to Mount Olympus.”

“But you don’t love him,” Hecate says helplessly.

Hera stares, baffled that anyone could think her marriage had anything to do with love. “Of course not. But this isn’t about love. It’s about power.”

The goddess of magic swallows, then says, “I will raise him.”

Even Hades is surprised by that. “Hecate?”

“I will raise him,” she repeats, “He will stay with me, safe in the underworld where Zeus cannot find him, until he’s old enough and strong enough to protect himself.”

“Thank you,” Hera says, and lowers her head enough to kiss the top of her son’s head. “Tell him that I’m the one that threw him from Olympus.” When she looks up, Hades is resigned while Hecate looks on in horror. “Tell him, tell everyone. I gave birth to a hideous son, and I threw him from Olympus. His legs were crushed in the fall. I did this. Zeus tried to stop me, but could not.”

“Why?” Hecate asks.

Hera smiles down at her son, her heart full with a helpless sort of love. “So that when he ventures from the safety of the underworld, Zeus will have no reason to hurt him. So that when he comes to Olympus, Zeus will be unable to hurt him without explaining he was the one that tried to kill him in the first place.” She runs the back of her finger down his cheek, and he grabs it, his little fist holding onto her. “Blame me, and he will be safe.”

Hecate looks like she wants to argue. Hades puts a hand on her shoulder and asks Hera, “What’s his name?”

Her son smiles, and tugs at her hand, the beginnings of a giggle gurgling in his throat.

“His name is Hephaestus.”

~

When she returns, she no longer has any patience for Zeus’s mortals. When before she had only inconvenienced them, now she’s not playing any games. Those that do not die end up wishing they had, and she’s especially vindictive to any mortal carrying her husband’s child.

She sits on her throne, waiting, a smirk curled around the corner of her lips.

Zeus barges in and charges towards her. He’s so angry smoke is rising off his skin. “You,” he hisses, “this is your doing.”

“Whatever do you mean?” she asks, unflinching when he slams his hands on either side of her head, crushing the back of her throne with the force of it.

“She and the children are dead,” he snarls, “my children are dead! I know this is your doing, it reeks of your handiwork.”

Hera slides forward to the edge of her throne, their faces nearly touching, and spreads her legs. He flexes his hands, because even at his most furious he still wants her. She is his wife and his queen. She banishes her clothing so she’s spread out before him, hair piled high and jewelry glinting around her neck. “What are you going to do about it?”

He kisses her hard enough to bruise, and Hera crosses her legs around his back, urging him closer. “Why are you doing this?” he hisses, mouthing at her neck, because he hates her even as he loves her, hates her because he loves her, and loves her because he hates her.

She waits until he’s inside her to lick the shell of his ear and whisper, “My child, or no child at all, husband.”

When he breaks her skin with his teeth, she only laughs.

They do this to each other. Maybe they are meant to be together.


gods and monsters series part xv

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Say goodbye to your book!

I had a “friend” who had me trapped in an abusive friendship for three years. I’ve always been generous and try to help people as much as I can, but this was far beyond what was acceptable. He moved into my house, stole at least $100 worth of video games (and framed my best friend at the time), shut me off from all my other friends (Except those he introduced me to, of course, since he could control them), exploited my family financially, lied to us constantly, told three different stories about the night that, if the story he told when he thought we weren’t listening was accurate, he committed a terrible crime against someone who he barely even knew and then blamed them for it, which severely damaged their life.

When enough was enough, and I finally opened my eyes to how bad things were, I cut him off completely. He never gave back a single thing he was “borrowing” from me (this is a separate list from what he stole, mind) and he smeared my name to everyone he could. He accused me of his own crimes, stole my gamecube (I got it back from the person he “gave” it to) and tried to turn my family against me by making up lies about me being a drug addict.

When the bridge was nuked out of existence, he brought his ex-marine stepdad to my house, forced our door open and demanded we return “his” things. They woke me up to do this, and I put in pretty much zero effort into giving him his things back for reasons that should be obvious, and made it very clear to him that if he came any further into my house I’d be calling the police.

Well.

Turns out there were a few things I forgot, and all of them met a bitter, bitter end.

On top of everything else, he directly, personally owed me $20, a sum I knew I’d never get back at this point. It wasn’t much, but I was unemployed and he wasn’t. I decided that the guitar amp he’d left behind was worth about $20 and gave it away.

Next was the toy guitar he’d had painted for him by someone who poured their heart and soul into decorating it only to have him mostly ignore it. Said guitar is in a landfill right now.

But the crown jewel was his tabletop book collection. Three books he inherited from the father he claimed to idolize despite saying almost nothing but awful things about him (“He died when he got drunk and got in a car accident. He was so awesome!”) and this asshole’s most prized possessions.

I considered a lot of things - burning, shredding, using them as fertilizer - but an opportunity presented itself I couldn’t ignore.

I had another friend who is even more into tabletop games than I am, and I gave them to said friend for free, on the condition he never sell them or give them away so long as he lived - so they could never make their way back to the asshole of assholes. He was cool with it.

Well.

A few months later, this friend of mine was involved in a stage production that required a book be torn apart live on stage as a prop.

Guess what books they used?

Flowers And Ribbon

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

Ivar x Reader


Ivar thought you were an oddity. Not in the sense that you were odd but he always thought you were rather out of place in Kattegat. You reminded him of a flower he could crush between his fingers if he pressed to hard. When people spoke of you they mentioned your kind gentleness, carelessness and blissful ignorance seemed to radiate from you while other would say you had nothing in your head beyond tales of the Gods and misguided advice given to you by Floki.

But for Ivar there was something else. Buried deep under the wondered thoughts of how soft your skin would be to touch or how many ways you would allow him to touch you was a swirl of feelings that would chase away any angry thought when he saw you. Many times, he would ask Floki why the Gods had created something so innocent and delicate in their world of blood and violence but Floki always had the same answer, that perhaps you were a reminder that there was more to the world than what Ivar assumed, the answer would never satisfy Ivar but it was the only one Floki ever gave.

“So, is she yours?” Ragnar asked Ivar who jumped, having been so caught up in watching you he hadn’t noticed his father.

“No, she is not anyone’s.” Ivar said as he watched you weave yourself a crown of flowers before plonking it on the head of your horse.

“Then why do you sit here and watch her, you want her then she should be yours.” Ragnar advice but Ivar shook his head.

“I am not right for her, what if I lost my temper and hurt her hmm?” Ivar snapped and Ragnar shrugged as he leant back on his elbows.

“She’d forgive you.” The older man sighed out.

“She should not forgive anyone who does her harm.” Ivar said as he watched you hurry through the long grass in the direction of Floki’s home.

 

“Ivar?” The sweet sound of his name had the boy forgetting how to function, simply dropping his tools and turning to look at you in the doorway as he waited for reason to enter his mind.


“Yes.” He said when you stood awkwardly as you waited for him to acknowledge you.

“I have this but it is broken and Ragnar said I should has if you could fix it. You held out your hands and placed a slight ring in his hands. Your hands brushed against his, making him blush a little at the soft feeling beneath his worked fingers.

“I will try but it may take a little while, I am used to making weapons.” Ivar stuttered as you smiled at him.

“Thank you, Ivar.” You hummed and skipped from his little workshop and vanished from sight.

Ivar didn’t leave the workshop for days, only stopping to speak with Floki or Ragnar and on occasion Helga when she demanded he eat the food she set before him.

“So, you have not been preparing but in fact, fixing a gift for the girl that is not yours?” Ragnar teased his son who finally finished the ring and set about making weapons, ignoring the older man as he worked. “I would give it back to her before we leave, might be the last time you see her.”

 

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Signs in ACOMAF that Feyre would be the High Lady of the Night Court before it was revealed to us

That I will bow before no one and nothing but my crown” - Rhys

but MY CROWN!

Obvi he can’t bow to himself, so it has to be his equal/high lady of the night court. And he did it:

Bow, he once ordered Tamlin. And now here he was, on his knees before me.”

“His words were a lethal caress as he said, ”Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?””

PLUS, Feyre was wearing a crown when she visited her sisters and meet the queens.

“Near the fireplace, I stood beside Rhys, who was clad in his usual black, his wings gone, his face a calm mask. Only the dark crown atop his head-the metal shaped like raven’s feathers - was different. The crown that was the sibling to my gold diadem.”

“Amber eyes slid to me. To my crown. Then Rhys’s. “An emissary wears a golden crown. Is that a tradition in Prythian?” “No,” Rhysand said smoothly, “but she certainly looks good enough in one that I can’t resist.””

Of Hidden Talents (Feysand Fluff)

So this just popped into my head last night when I couldn’t sleep. Set post-ACOWAR and contains nothing but fluff.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Feyre found herself commenting, smiling slightly as she tried not to groan in pleasure under Rhys’ hands.

He chuckled from where he was seated behind her, the sound sending a thrill through her spine, even decades into their relationship. “I should hope so; I have to keep my High Lady entertained somehow. Wouldn’t want her eternity to get boring.”

“Boring? How could I ever get bored with a mate who thinks so much of himself?” She shot back, though its effect was lost when she leaned further into him, her hands running over the legs that were on either side of her. She could feel the delicious heat of his bare chest so close behind her, the thin nightdress she was wearing a poor barrier between them. 

Rhys’ fingers continued to comb through her hair, expertly separating it into three equal parts. “I take offense to that.”

Feyre let out an aborted snort. “No, you don’t.” 

“No, I don’t,” Rhys agreed, in a blithe voice.

They fell into a comfortable silence then, built on years of learning how to just be together. Neither of them felt the need to always fill the air between them with pointless chatter. Oh, they liked to joke and bicker… but they also knew when to let words fade away and just enjoy each other’s company.

It had been happening more of late, likely because Rhys had refused to leave Feyre’s side for the past few months. He was a constant presence at her side, though he did his best not to hover too much (he knew all too well how she loathed feeling locked in, how it still made her bones lock up in fear, even after all this time). He needn’t have worried; Feyre never, never felt tied down by her mate, never felt confined by him. She knew that even now, when he was so concerned about her, he would give her space if she asked.

(He’d once told her, in a fit of hopeless romanticism, that he would give her the very stars above Velaris if he could. Feyre had believed him, of course, if only because she said she would do the same for him.)

So Feyre was quiet, letting Rhys gently braid her hair as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. She’d been utterly surprised when he’d offered to do it for her earlier, after he’d heard her curse in front of the mirror while she struggled with trying to tame her wild locks into something more manageable. Feyre was so tired these days and sore too, the heavier she got. And she was constantly hot then cold, her hair always in the way and, Cauldron, she didn’t care for it much now and all the work it took to keep it neat, not when she was already so uncomfortable. She’d been beyond tempted to just chop it all off, had Rhys not stepped in when he did with his innocuous offer.

At first she tried to deny the existence of a problem but she really couldn’t hide anything from Rhys; he knew her too well, felt her struggles through their mating bond and tried to ease her discomfort as much as he could. (Rightly so, Feyre sometimes thought when she particularly annoyed with how limited she was lately, considering he’s the one that put me into this situation in the first place.) 

So here they were, Rhys’s gentle hands working wonders on Feyre’s nerves, his fingers softly tugging at her hair as he built the braid into something spectacular; Feyre herself was usually no slouch when it came her hair (at least when she wasn’t so cranky), but she had the feeling that Rhys was even better. So many hidden talents, this mate of mine.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” she finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She’d felt his hesitancy when he first offered, that pang of grief that he’d been unable to conceal from her.

“My sister,” Rhys said after a long pause. His voice had lost that light-hearted edge from earlier, filled instead with wistful regret. “She’d come to me when our mother was too busy for it. She could have asked the servants, of course… but she liked to spend a few moments with me, I think. She continued to ask even long after she could do it by herself. I never had the heart to say no.” 

Feyre’s own heart ached for her mate, for the family he’d lost so long ago. He rarely spoke of the little sister she’d never meet, even less so than his mother. From what she’d gleaned over the years, his sister had been quite a bit younger than him, had looked up to him in a way no one else ever had. Feyre couldn’t even imagine what it had been like for him to have to bury her broken body.

She rubbed her thumbs comfortingly over the sides of his knees. I’m sorry, she sent softly to him through their bond. I’m sorry

Rhys’ mind caressed hers. Me too.

Feyre kept running her hands soothingly over him, tempted to turn around and pull him to her, wrap her arms around those broad shoulders of his. She didn’t though; the act of braiding seemed to calm him… like coming home to something he’d thought he’d long forgotten. (Still, she wished she could protect him from all the pain he endured… but that same pain had made him into the wonderful male he was today.) 

When he was finally done, she saw his finished work briefly through his eyes, the image flashing through her mind.

“It’s beautiful,” Feyre said with a smile, reaching up to run her fingers over the intricate pattern he’d managed to weave her hair into. “Thank you.”

Rhys’ strong arms around wrapped around her body, finally pulling her back to rest against his chest. “I figured it was about time I got some practice,” he whispered in her ear as he moved one hand to cover her rounded belly. “I wouldn’t want our poor daughter to be left with an inept father.”

Feyre tangled her fingers with Rhys’, holding them over her stomach, where their unborn baby was slowly growing. “You could never be an inept father, Rhys,” she told him softly. Rhys only pressed kiss under her jaw in response, though she could feel his quiet gratitude for her faith in him. “Besides, how do you know it’ll be a girl?” Feyre continued, turning her head so she could arch an eyebrow at him.

Mischief lit his violet eyes. “Perhaps I asked Elain.”

Feyre leveled a look at him. “Elain would never tell you, even if she knew.” Her sister had become quite the responsible seer over the years, never revealing more than was necessary. (Well, that and Feyre had wanted it to be a surprise, telling Elain in no uncertain terms not to let Rhys charm the answer out of her.)

“Then let’s call it a father’s intuition,” Rhys replied now, unable to stop his grin.

Feyre laughed, leaning her head against the edge of his jaw. “She’s going to have you wrapped around her little finger, isn’t she?” 

“Of course,” he kissed her forehead, his happiness a near tangible thing. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Feyre could only cuddle in closer. She looked at where their joined hands were resting on her belly. Don’t worry, baby, she thought, we love you already, no what you turn out to be.

(A few years later, when their daughter runs up to Feyre, her hair braided in a crown around her head, little flowers carefully tucked in the midnight blue strands, she doesn’t need to ask who did it. Rhys’ proud smile is answer enough.)

I Want To Dream

“Persephone!” Hades screamed as the gate sealed behind her. The vines curled around each other, closing the opening of the underworld before his eyes once again. Hades pounded his fist on the gate willing it to open, willing it to give her back, to uncurl and let him out. For once. Just let him out, let him have one more minute with her. Just one. His knuckles split and he felt blood run down his fingers but he didn’t stop he just kept pounding at the vines. Hitting, and clawing and pushing every force of darkness in his magic at the wall. He gave everything he had, and was left with a sealed gate that laughed at him.

Knees giving out, Hades slid down the wall. Tears silently rolled down his cheeks, matting his dark curly hair to his face. His eyes stared at the vines as he curled up next to the gate, as close to her as he can get. He stayed like that for hours, days, weeks, he couldn’t tell anymore. All he could feel was how his heart was ripped open and the insides clawed out. They had taken her from him again and again and again and he couldn’t stop it, and every time his heart was ripped from his damned soul.

“I know I’m leaving tonight but can you at least smile for me.” Persephone asked. Hades gave her a faint smile. They ate their breakfast next to each other, one hand intertwined with the others under the table.  When they were finished, they walked around their underground palace for hours, just talking and laughing. The sword was always in the back of their minds, why they were differing from their usually routine, the months without the other about to occur. Their hands never untied, clutching each other every second as if they could fuse together. Never separated.

With only a few hours left they found themselves in the ballroom. Persephone looked at him and smiled, less bright than usual, but still stunning. She had flowers woven in her hair in the shape of a crown, her dark curly hair falling down her back. Black and gold thread wove across her satin dress in swirls and designs that twirled in an endless dance. Her dark skin contrasted perfectly with Hades’ pale porcelain, the result of years trapped in an underground world. His skin was leathery and tough unlike Persephone’s soft skin, like flower petals. Millennia walking through fires and dragging souls behind him had taken its toll.

“Will you dance with me?” Hades asked and held out his hand.

“Only if you give me that big genuine smile I know so well.” Persephone said. The corners of her mouth turned up when she saw Hades’ roll his eyes.

“You can’t force a smile like that.”

“Well give me a nice smile and I will see if I can make it bigger.” Hades raised an eyebrow and slowly pulled his mouth into a smile. She took his hand and he spun her into his arms. Her loud laugh caressed his ears and danced behind his eyes, making him smile so hard he felt his teeth would crack.

“There it is.” She said. She took a step back from him and twirled, her dress splaying out and gliding through the air with her, and they danced.

They danced until their lungs could no longer keep up and they kicked off their shoes to some unknown part of the room. Twirling and gliding and curling around one another. Breathing each other in like they would never see the other again. There wasn’t any music, only their breaths that echoed through the room. But the music in their minds was louder than their own heartbeats in their ears. Drowning out everything except each other. Laughing and smiling they danced and Hades gave his rare smile to her and she gave her light. Her beautiful glow that vibrated through anyone that laid their eyes upon her. For hours, they danced. Hours.

“Hades.” Persephone said and her face scrunched up in pain. “Hades, it’s time. They’re coming.” He gripped her harder, refusing to let go.

“No, they don’t get to take you again. Never again.” He hissed.

“Hades.” She smiled sadly. “I love you.” He shook his head and gripped her hand, dragging her behind him as he faced the door of the ballroom. Waiting.

They slithered through the doors, tendrils of transparent smoke hidden to the eyes.

“You aren’t taking her. Not this time. Not ever.” Hades spat at them. The smoke seemed to vibrate with laughter at his words. It slithered closer, slowly over one tile and then another across the ballroom floor and pounced. Slamming into the two lovers it ripped through their forged hands and broke their grip. Locking around Persephone’s waist it pulled her across the floor and through the halls. Hades scrambled after, barely out of reach. Always just barely out of reach. Always watching them drag her away.

“I love you!” He yelled. She mouthed the words back at him, her voice hidden by the smoke. The gate was opening in front of them. Vines unlocking from their grips, slivers of sunlight shining through the opened gate. It pulled her through.

 

The servants slowly trickled out from their hiding spots, knowing better than to be seen on calling day. They brought wet rags, blankets and slices of bread and meat from the kitchen. Hades was still bloody and curled in on himself against the sealed gate. One servant took his limp hand and wiped the dried blood from it. Another washed his face as he looked upon them with dead eyes. They covered him with blankets and left the food next to him, hoping he will eat in the days to come. Just like before, they trickled away, leaving their broken king to wait for his lover to come home.



I wrote this as a final for a class and thought I should post it and see if you like it.

I recommend listening to Dream by Imagine Dragons while or before you read it. (It’s the song I had on repeat while writing this.) 

If you have ever listened to the musical Hadestown I also recommend listening to Lover’s Desire.


Please don’t repost, don’t be an asshole.

Frederick III or the biggest “what if” of the history, was the son of Willem I of Germany and father of Willem II.
A liberal and pacifist, he believed in democracy and was ready to create a constitutional monarchy in the German empire once he reached the throne. His reign lasted only 99 days and he was succeeded by his son, who was influenced by chancellor Bismarck and hated his British mother.
Also, he was married with princess royal Victoria, the eldest daughter of queen Victoria and Prince Albert, and he looked at his wife as his equal and planned to rule as consorts.
Sadly, he developed larynx cancer and by the time he was crowned, he couldn’t speak anymore and didn’t fulfill his dream of democracy. The fewer reforms he made during his short reign, were neglected by his son and his decisions took Germany and Europe to the First World War.
Just look at him, he’s so handsome, queen Victoria believed he wouldn’t like princess Victoria because she wasn’t that pretty, but fritz (as Victoria called him) fell in love with her intellect and her ideas and he remained faithful through all their marriage, devoted to his wife. When he ascended to the throne, his first action was appoint his wife dame of the black eagle order, the highest order-award in the German empire, an honor no other woman had received.
This man omg.

By Royal Decree (Part 1)

Summary: Betrothed to a man that does not like you in the least, you grit your teeth and take on the duties expected of you as a princess. (Royal AU; Prince!Bucky Barnes).

Word Count: 1,682

Warnings: None.

A/N: Wow! It’s back and improved! I’m re-writing the whole thing because it’s been more than a year since I wrote this fic and my writing has improved haha. Enjoy, guys! It’s different from the previous version, as in wording.


With the sun setting across the horizon and the wind blowing, feeling crisp and refreshing, you took deep breaths, calming down. Being outdoors always did that to you, even if most of your life had been spent in a palace. Had it been any other day, you would have been happy to contemplate the beautiful, vibrant colors that each unique sunset brought, but tonight was different. All you wanted to do was go back to your own palace, lock your door, crawl into your bed, and forget you had responsibilities and a role to play.

Fingers tapping absently on the stone balustrade, your gaze descended and fell on the walled gardens that stretched out behind the palace. There were couples peppered throughout, holding hands, walking close together as if they were sharing the most secretive things and no one else should know. Smiling despite yourself, you could almost taste the bittersweet feeling. It was well-known that you would never be in their shoes. You would never fall deeply for a person of your choosing. That wasn’t your destiny.

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kang daniel | prince au! part 1

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member: kang daniel
genre: fluffy
summary: prince au! you end up being one of the castle maids as a punishment from your mother, what happens when you end up walking into the crown prince kang daniel’s room and see him shirtless eating gummy bears?
requested: yes! i’ll also be making a part 2 if people request it!
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (final)


  • you were one of the duchesses in the kingdom and you were quite well known
  • but you hated your fame, your status, all you wanted was to be normal
  • the first school you went to people treated you so differently, always using for your money and status, guys were always trying to arrange marriage contracts
  • AND YOU WERE IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL 
  • by the time you went to middle school, you were so sick of it so you asked your parents if you could go into disguise and they agreed
  • middle school was normal, you were a bit of a loner but you didn’t mind because at least you weren’t harassed all the time
  • by high school you glowed up A LOT, you were gorgeous, you ended up being student body president, in like 3 sports clubs, straight A student, and popular
  • but this isn’t because you wanted to but your mother and father’s expectations of you really hit hard and you felt immense pressure daily
  • though you decided to stay in your disguise because you really couldn’t handle people knowing you were a duchess
  • even though your school was known to have royalty and famous people there like dukes, duchesses, politicians, pop stars, actors, athletes went there
  • even the crown prince kang daniel and his half brother ong seongwoo went to your school
  • you only had one best friend and she found out you were a duchess and didn’t judge at all and treated you just the same
  • which is why you loved her so much 
  • one day you came home and your parents basically told you 
  • “sweetheart don’t get mad but we’ve arranged a marriage with prince ong seongwoo” 
  • you went fucking ballistic and even that was an understatement
  • reasons being:
  • 1. your best friend was dating seongwoo
  • 2. he was not your type whatsoever
  • 3. you secretly had a crush on his half brother daniel
  • but everyone had a “crush” on daniel
  • he was the crown prince who was still kind, humble, funny
  • and not to mention hella handsome
  • you just accidentally ended up liking him when you split coffee all over his white button up probably like $3000 shirt 
  • which ended up in his fangirls glaring and you profusely apologising and offering money for dry cleaning 
  • but he just gave you the most adorable bunny smile and chucked and waved you off 
  • “no it’s completely fine, don’t worry mistakes can happen” he said sweetly making your heart flutter
  • if we were talking real talk he would of just stripped that shirt right then and there
  • you just thanked him with a slight blush on your cheeks and basically sprinted away from the humiliating situation 
  • you thought about how nice he was even though he was the prince and could of made you pay thousands of dollars
  • you also couldn’t get that gorgeous adorable smile out of your mind
  • you return back to your thoughts of marrying seongwoo and you’re automatically pissed off 
  • since you were young you knew you were going to get sold off like an animal to the highest bidder well the person with the most wealth, power and fame
  • but you thought that’d be after you graduated high school and had a bit of fun in your life 
  • but nope
  • your parents also told you were to stop wearing your disguise and your engagement to seongwoo will be announced at the summer solstice ball in a few months
  • after you heard that you basically refused talking to them and interacting with them 
  • you finally ended up talking with them after holding a grudge for like a month
  • you and seongwoo met up the next day, you ready to slap him and you screamed
  • “YAH SEONGWOO HOW THE HELL DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!!”
  • “YO Y/N CALM YOUR FARM IT WAS NOT MY CHOICE! I love y/b/f/n you know that! You were just the most eligible girl for me because of your perfect school record, money, power, and you were also a duchess”
  • “fuck, you know about me being a duchess, and it ain’t my fault my parents are constantly pressuring me to be perfect in every single way possible.”
  • “yeah i get it and of course i knew about you being a duchess, it’s me. now let’s make a deal, we both try our god damn hardest to get out of this engagement and in the mean time I’ll keep dating y/b/f/n and you just stay depressingly single as always.” 
  • “seongwoo shut the fuck up i’m perfectly happy being single and fine deal, only for y/b/f/n not you. but our parents can’t find out you and y/b/f/n are dating or they’ll kill both of us. Oh and by the way I’ll be going to school without my disguise so if people find out we’re engaged you’re the one that needs to deal with them.”
  • you ended with a harrumph and sassily turned your back on him before he could protest
  • you both told your best friend and she was upset at first but understood then was super grateful that she could still continue dating seongwoo with you supporting it
  • you were just happy they were happy but they made you want to have a relationship and puke all at the same time
  • people end up being so shocked when you turned up the next day without your disguise on and asked so many questions, that the principal literally had to announce it to the whole school
  • that you were a duchess and you were under a disguise the whole time
  • after that people constantly tried to talk/flirt to you and you were so sick of it but you still tried to continue your normal everyday life
  • the most embarrassing encounter for you about revealing your identity was when you bumped into daniel and he said curiously “oh you’re not wearing your disguise anymore”
  • you were so surprised he knew as well “oh you knew, i mean your hi-highness” you stuttered out nervously
  • cursing yourself at how you were feeling
  • “don’t call me your highness it’s too formal, call me daniel” he said sweetly
  • “hello daniel, i’m y/n” you said shyly 
  • “i’ll pretend i don’t already know your name” he said teasingly with a wink and then continued
  • “of course i knew about the disguise as the crown prince i’m supposed to know about my subjects you know” he said jokingly 
  • he then whispered in your ear making you blush so hard
  • “seongwoo actually told me, but you look prettier without your disguise, but then again you always look nice”
  • he then blushed, but also cheered internally cause that was smooth, but had no idea why he even said that and then he didn’t even know what to say next so he basically ran away
  • mhmm smooth daniel smooth
  • you giggle at him running away thinking how adorable he is
  • also being super confused at why he complimented you because he wasn’t known to be a huge flirt or a womaniser
  • when he found out you and seongwoo were engaged he felt super disappointed but he had no idea why
  • he couldn’t sleep all night and just thought of you and seongwoo getting married and frowning furiously at the thought
  • you on the other hand were snoring yourself to sleep lol me tho
  • anyways your parents eventually found out that seongwoo was dating your best friend and that you knew about it and supported it
  • then they went full rage on you going on and on about you were bringing shame and disgrace to your family
  • you felt horrible after that 
  • they wanted to punish you so they made you one of the castle’s maids for 1 month
  • you were furious because you had school, assignments, sports clubs, being student body president and on top of that 
  • YOU HAD TO BE A MAID??!!!
  • they basically wanted you to collapse of exhaustion
  • but you knew you angered them enough and they wouldn’t budge on this matter so you just agreed
  • the next day after school you went to the castle
  • the head butler looked surprised when you said you were the new maid knowing you were a duchess
  • you explained it was a punishment and he just nodded
  • luckily he took pity on you and said you didn’t have to wear the maid uniform but you could wear comfy clothing
  • you were so happy and changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose black t shirt
  • he told you to clean the crown prince’s room because it always dirty and the prince wasn’t at home so you can go right in and start cleaning
  • you sigh as you pick up the cleaning supplies heading to daniel’s room cursing your parents for doing this to you
  • and to seongwoo for not being more careful
  • you enter the room and as you walk in and you spot 
  • daniel. with a towel around his neck. wet messy hair. eating gummy bears
  • and guess what
  • he’s shirtless
  • he looks at you in shock
  • and you both stare at each other with wide eyes for a few seconds
  • 1…2…3….SLAM! 
  • you literally drop the cleaning materials and slam the door shut
  • and just lean against the door trying to process everything 
  • YOU JUST SAW KANG DANIEL THE CROWN PRINCE SHIRTLESS EATING GUMMY BEARS
  • you couldn’t calm your racing heart, or not feel all hot, sweaty and bothered
  • and couldn’t get the image out of your mind like how could you not he had a perfect 6 pack and his adorable sleepy expression made you into a puddle of goo
  • but you also suddenly really craved gummy bears
  • and on the other side of the door daniel is in shock, still staring at the door processing everything
  • also feeling really bad for giving you such a fright
  • and thinking how cute you looked in sweatpants and a t-shirt 
  • only seeing you in your prim, proper uniform at school
  • he looks at the cleaning supplies and realise it was a punishment for what happened with seongwoo
  • seongwoo and the king and queen had a huge fight over the whole incident, daniel having to try to calm seongwoo down and not to punch the shit out of their dad
  • he shook the bad memory from his head and felt really bad you had to be a maid especially since he knew how busy you were
  • he made a promise to himself if you ever clean his room again he’ll help you to clean it or just let you rest
  • he put a t-shirt on and chuckled remembering your wide eyed expression and how you just slammed the door 
  • he wanted to let you know that you could come in now
  • but he didn’t know that you were still leaning against the door
  • then daniel suddenly opened it
  • causing you fall backwards right into his chest with your arms flailing around
  • he catches you and gets a whiff of your vanilla scented hair and he literally falls in love with the smell
  • he steadies you and you face him
  • your face is bright red because of how embarrassed you are and the fact you’re so close to him
  • and also super amazed at how solid his chest was perv
  • “t-thank you, i’m like like uhh really sorry for like all of the mess and inconvenience and ugh you get what i mean” you ended just being fed up with yourself for being such a mess
  • he chuckles making you smile 
  • “it’s completely fine but are you okay? are you hurt?” he said concerned
  • “no i’m okay really i’m fine, i’m sorry for not knocking the head butler said you weren’t home, i can like go if you want? but like i also need to clean your room” you said super rushed peering around the room 
  • your mouth was dropping lower and lower, looking at what a pig sty it was
  • “since it’s a pig sty” you accidentally slip out and you put your hand to your mouth and your eyes widened
  • then daniel fully burst out laughing and you couldn’t help but giggle, his laugh was contagious
  • “it’s true it really is a pig sty, please clean it, also i’m so sorry you had to get pulled into this seongwoo mess” he said apologetically
  • “it’s nothing to feel sorry about, i just wish seongwoo was more careful but i know he didn’t mean it” you say nonchalantly 
  • you end up talking the whole time and cleaning 
  • both of you enjoyed each other company so much 
  • talking, laughing, joking around and becoming closer
  • and of course you tried to calm your racing heart the whole entire time
  • and daniel couldn’t find the reason why he was so smiling so much
  • CAUSE YOU LIKE HER
  • daniel even ended up cleaning with you feeling super bad about the whole situation
  • which you protested at first
  • but he countered
  • “come on we both have 2 papers due in a week and an exam as well, do you really want to spend all your time cleaning?”
  • you just groaned and nodded
  • you guys actually had a lot of fun cleaning
  • you two made cute little dances and songs and you put on girl group songs and have cute cover dance sessions
  • with him dancing adorably to twice’s signal
  • daniel would let you go on his shoulders so you could reach higher places
  • which ended up with you begging for piggy backs he’d agree but you would have to do aegyo for him
  • “daniel nae maeum sogae jeojang!”
  • “ew that was disgusting but whatever hop on” he’d say ignoring the thought screaming in his head how cute you were
  • you also ended up jumping on his huge king sized bed and doing all sorts of failing jumps and flips
  • which ended up with you guys in a pile of laughter
  • when you finally ended up finishing cleaning the room 3 hours already passed and you were late for dinner
  • “oh shit sorry daniel, i got to go i have dinner with my parents in like 20 minutes” you say trying to pack up the cleaning supplies in a hurry
  • “oh okay i actually had a lot of fun y/n, so come and clean my room a lot!” he said cutely like a little puppy
  • ”hmmmm only if you buy me food” you said suggestively
  • “gosh what is it with you and food fine deal just come soon okay?” he says with a smile and his eyes literally light up as you smile brightly back and nod
  • anyways this became a routine
  • daniel would always make his room messy and the head butler knew to send you to clean his room
  • you’d both clean, eat, do homework and just enjoy each others company
  • he also ended up getting a lot of vanilla scented candles because he was literally addicted to your scent 
  • you never realised tho till seongwoo told you like wayyy in the future
  • but he still didn’t realise he was madly in love with you ffs daniel
  • you even end up seeing seongwoo on a few occasions who just teases you two before you threaten to beat him up
  • but during the time you were spending with daniel you ended up falling for him hard
  • like you thought of him day and night
  • every time he’d smile at you at school you’d feel all happy and giddy 
  • when you were together you always had the best time and he made you feel so comfortable 
  • daniel definitely had feelings for you but was also super oblivious to them
  • like he’d just break out into a huge grin if he ever saw you smile
  • all he wanted to do was spend time with you
  • and if any guy even touched you he felt like bashing them up
  • but he had no idea what he was feeling because he literally has never liked anyone this much before 
  • but he finally realised his feelings one night 
  • it was a friday night and you guys end up watching a movie with seongwoo
  • you were so tired because of your busy schedule you fell asleep in the middle of the movie
  • daniel looked at you peacefully sleeping and wrapped a blanket around you so you wouldn’t get cold
  • literally the rest of the movie he just couldn’t stop staring at how peaceful and beautiful you looked while sleeping
  • then just as the movie ended he had this sudden urge to kiss you 
  • which is when the realisation hit him 
  • he was falling for you
  • hard
  • well he already fell for you 
  • he was just falling deeper and deeper
  • he didn’t think there really was a limit of how much he could love you 
  • he literally freaked out and seongwoo was like the fuck
  • and he explained then seongwoo burst out laughing and said 
  • “you just realised you liked her HOW BLIND ARE YOU” 
  • “ugh i don’t even know don’t judge me i just didn’t process it WHATEVER”
  • “but like daniel IF YOU PROPOSE TO HER at the summer solstice ball THAT MEANS you can date her and I CAN DATE y/bf/b!!!”
  • “SHE’LL REJECT ME DUDE!!”
    “are you crazy? she’s literally madly in love with you, everyone can see it except you two”
  • “wait actually?? but like i won’t propose to her but i’ll ask her to be my girlfriend ITS BETTER THAN SOMETHING AS SERIOUS AS PROPOSING”
  • “but dude you need to propose, our parents literally said we have the summer solstice ball to find our brides”
  • “I CAN’T THINK ABOUT THAT seongwoo we are literally way too young for this”
  • “yeah i know, but just think about it okay?? but actually sleep for once”
  • “i will don’t worry yourself too much either sleep tight”
  • awww bromance ongnielisscience for life ppl
  • daniel looked at you still peacefully sleeping and before he could help himself
  • he planted a small light kiss on your forehead and whispered into your ear
  • “sweet dreams y/n, i hope you dream of me”
  • he then literally carried you all the way to his bedroom 
  • which is two flights of stairs
  • he was panting as he put you down on his bed
  • the then tucked you in and made sure you were warm and comfy
  • he literally stared lovingly at you in this whole process
  • and then he contemplated whether to sleep in his bed or not
  • and he decided he would but just at the very edge so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable when you woke up 
  • and that night he did sleep well dreaming of how it would be like being married to you 
  • you woke up
  • feeling super duper warm and comfy
  • you felt a muscular arm wrapped you
  • and your head on a warm solid shoulder
  • and someone’s chin on your head
  • and a super solid chest supporting your head/body
  • you have internal freak out
  • YOU ARE CUDDLING WITH DANIEL IN HIS BED 
  • you look up to see his face his eyes closed and him lightly snoring
  • he looked so gorgeous you couldn’t help but appreciate all his facial features 
  • his messy brown hair which was sticking up everywhere and his peach pink lips 
  • you couldn’t help but give a small kiss on his nose
  • you just really couldn’t help yourself
  • you loved the feeling of cuddling him, you felt warm and safe and it was literally just like your small little heaven there in his arms 
  • and you can’t help but enjoy it a lot
  • so for that blissful moment you just wanted to pretend he was yours and he wasn’t the guy thousands of girls dreamed they were with
  • and that he actually liked you 
  • you snuggled back into his chest 
  • and before you know it
  • you drifted off to sleep again

the next chapter will be all about the ball and the proposing stuff THERE WILL ONLY BE 3 CHAPTERS this is the first chapter also IM SORRY THIS WAS SOOO LONG and I took like 2-3 days to post this SO IM REALLY SORRY. THIS WAS SO MUCH FLUFF THO I CANT i hope y'all enjoyed please tell me if you want chapter 2 or not thank you for reading!!!

Fic: Cold Comfort (Velora, Vex, Percy)

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Major spoilers for Episode 115.

Two years after the battle with Vecna, Velora returns to Whitestone for several long-overdue conversations.

Cold Comfort

Velora stops at the shrine to the Raven Queen first, padding cautiously into the room, the stonework ice-cold beneath her bare feet, and says, softly, experimentally, “I hate you.”

The shrine is empty at this early-evening hour, and so her words echo louder and more certain than she means them to. She swallows shyness with the remembered taste of ashes on her tongue, pushes past the heavy stench of blood in her nose and mouth, and says it louder, her voice cracking on the shout. “I hate you!”

There are no ripples on the surface of the small pool of blood, no dramatic flurry of feathers or dark wings curling around her. It’s just a cold, stinky room.

She clears her throat, rubs her face to stop her lower lip quivering, and says, “Thank you,” before turning on her heel and starting the long, slow trudge up to the castle.

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