#;; i have basically been working on this since bringing jace in so

[jaceeverett]

BASIC INFO

Full name (including first, middle, and last): Jason Everett Browning.

Nicknames: Jace, Jay, Jay-Ev.

Pronouns & gender: he/him, cis man.

Date of birth: July 5, 1983.

Place of birth: Merrock, Maine.

Current location: Merrock, Maine.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 6 foot, 1 inch.

Build/body type: athletic, toned.

Hair color: blonde.

Hair style: Either worn shoulder-length, pulled back in a bun/tail, or trimmed short.

Eye color: Blue-green.

Distinguishing facial features: freckles in the summer.

Skin tone: white; lightly tanned in the summer.

Scars: has many scars on his arms and legs from his time in the service (especially his left knee), a large scar on the back of his neck / left ear, as well as working in the parks most of his adult life. a few on his face, also.

Birthmarks: several.

Piercings: no piercings.

Tattoos: a compass on the back of his left calf, pine tree on the outside of his right wrist, mountainscape with trees, animals and moon on his upper/mid back, and a Smokey Bear tattoo on his upper right thigh.

Physical handicaps: suffers from tinnitus, has dealt with knee pain on and off most of his life from shrapnel removal in the army.

Fashion: very basic white boy stuff -- khaki/cargo shorts/pants, henley shirts, work boots or hiking shoes. when he dresses up, it's a basic black suit. but he manages to make it look good.

PERSONALITY STUFF

One word to describe positively: adventurous.

One word to describe negatively: guarded.

Introverted or extroverted: introverted.

Favorite (or overused) phrases: "roger."

Optimist or pessimist: somewhere in between.

Describe their sense of humor: very dry, but definitely funny. He's the kind of person that makes you laugh, but it surprises the hell out of you, first.

How do they display affection?: Jason isn't really used to affection, hugging is still new to him, and touching in general (unless someone he is intimate with) feels awkward. he'd be more likely to display affection by giving someone a bouquet of flowers.

How do they see themselves?: like a lumberjack that doesn't actually cut down any trees, truth be told. Jason sees himself as a good natured human being who only wants good for the world around him, regardless of what that means. but Jason also sees the physical and mental scars of what he's been through.

How do they want to be seen by others?: hopefully the same way he sees himself, but without the scars.

What would they change about themselves and why?: for as much as he has been through in his life, Jason isn't sure that there's much that he would change about himself. he's confident in his own skin, and genuinely does like himself.

PERSONALITY II

Are they competitive?: he is; he grew up very competitive, but in a negative way. if he couldn't win, he'd give up. now, he at least knows not to be sore loser and to try to be gracious.

Do they rush to conclusions?: not anymore, he's spent plenty of time and money on therapy to learn not to rush to conclusions, and to think things through carefully.

Do they take time out to think about actions and consequences?: yes. most of the time, anyway, he genuinely does try to use his brain when he has the opportunity!

How do they react to praise?: deflection, through and through. Jason will give them a compliment back and try to focus on something good that they did, or how great they look, instead.

To criticism?: taking it under advisement and trying his best to learn from it... or letting it keep him up at night. he does have a tendency to dwell on things like that.

What is their greatest fear?: losing his sister and Rosalyn. it may have taken moving back to Merrock for Jason to realize how much he had missed having family, and just how much Cordelia's presence in his life mattered to him, but he knows that he would do absolutely anything to not lose that.

What are their biggest secrets?: Jason doesn't really have secrets. he has things that he doesn't talk about, like his time overseas (he does talk, but not frequently, and only once he really trusts someone), but he doesn't really keep secrets, per se.

What is their philosophy of life?: to just live life -- to not let anything hold you back, and to follow your own heart.

When was the last time they cried?: leaving his job in Yellowstone, the day that they threw him his 'going away' party and his co-workers all snatched him up in a group hug.

Do they cry openly/in front of others?: no, not at all. it has to be a really emotional moment, and someone he trusts and loves to really be open and vulnerable in front of them.

PERSONALITY III

What haunts them?: war, and everything that goes with it.

What will they stand up for?: Jason is very passionate about mental health for veterans, and making sure that they are taken care of after they leave the service. environmental rights are important to him, too; issues like climate change and taking care of farmers. anything to do with the earth.

Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy?: outdoorsy.

Night owl or morning lark?: bit of both, but morning if he had to choose between the two.

What sense do they most rely on?: probably sight most of the time, but scent when he's firefighting.

How do they treat others?: with respect. although Jason tries to be nice, he knows that he has his off days. but he would never let that push him to treat someone with disrespect.

What quality do they most value in a friend?: understanding; Jason is not always a bubbly, happy, fun person. he can be! but he has days where he just wants to sit in the woods and think. or not think. and having friends who respect that and take long hikes with him, or just spend time sitting by the lake always win him over.

What do they consider an overrated virtue?: temperance.

What are their views on religion?: on a good day, Jason believes that there is something out there. he prays in times of need, but most of his belief is that you get what you give: he tries to put as much good into the world as possible, not just to get some back, but because that's how things should be.

What are their views on politics?: having served in the army, Jason feels like he has a unique view and understanding on politics that people really only pick up in that same position. he is a registered democrat, but mostly only votes in local elections, where he feels he is making a difference on a level that impacts him. he also is an issue voter, and will vote if something that matters to him is at stake, every time.

What are their views on sex?: have as much or as little as you want. it's really no one's business but your own, and the people you choose to sleep with. as long as you are old enough to make the decision for yourself (and within the law), then have fun. and absolutely do not be shitty to someone, or force someone to feel bad if they aren't into it.

PERSONALITY IV

Under what circumstances would they be able to kill someone?: now, absolutely none. Jason cannot imagine a worse feeling than knowing that you are responsible for ending someone's life.

Do they prefer routine or spontaneity?: routine, although he is slowly staring to find the joy in taking things day by day, and trying to have more unplanned fun in his day.

Describe their pet peeves: people disrespecting nature; garbage left on the roadside, fires left burning, wild life harmed for no reason, a general lack of understanding about how important the ecosystem is.

When did they last lie and what’s their view of lying?: for the most part, Jason doesn't lie. life is too short for half truths or outright deception. he may sugar coat things or be vague about topics he doesn't want to talk about, though.

When did they last make a promise and do they keep promises?: promises sort of go hand in hand with lying. why say something if you don't mean it or don't intend on following through with something? he probably promised to do something at work, and he always does.

Are they more of a leader or a follower?: somewhere in between. he has no problem leading or following when the situation calls for it.

Do they like being around large groups of people? Why or why not?: no, definitely not. loud spaces are generally a no for Jason; they're hell on his tinnitus. but he's definitely better on on one, or in a small group o people than he is in a large group. even worse if it's a tight space with a lot of people.

What are their views on social media?: he uses it primarily to get back into the swing of having a social life, but he honestly isn't into it very much.

Have they ever been bullied?: no, not really.

Have they ever been the bully?: while he wouldn't consider himself a traditional bully, he definitely could be a bit of a brat growing up, and picked on people.

FRIENDS & FAMILY

How big is their immediate family?: the Browning family is intermediate in size; father, mother, and a few siblings. but Jason only currently has a relationship with his younger sister.

How about their extended family?: that's a little bit bigger! like most local families, they have aunts, uncles, cousins, and people that they're half-related to through marriage. the curse and blessing of living in a small town.

Who is their family?: for Jason, his family is Cordelia and Rosalyn, his sister and niece. that's all he needs.

Do they have siblings? Older or younger?: yes, Jason has a younger sister named Cordelia, and a couple of other siblings that he doesn't have a relationship with at the moment.

Do they get along with the parents and siblings?: the last time that Jason really had a relationship with his parents, he was a kid, a teenager. when he left Merrock to join the military, he didn't really stay in touch, past a postcard here and there. his father expressed disappointment in his choice to not reenlist, and his mother took his side, so he cut them off. Cordelia, though, Jason loves. he feels protective over her, while also proud of who she has become. they're getting to know each other all over again, as adults.

Describe their parents: Jason doesn't have a relationship with his parents and honestly doesn't know a lot about them in the present. he had a decent relationship with his father when he was younger; he would attend his games and matches, but whenever Jason lost interest, so did his dad. his mother is all about style and appearance, always wanting her family to look perfect, from the inside out.

Describe their best friend: at this point in his life, Jason doesn't really believe that he has a best friend. he's still getting to know all of his old (and new) friends.

Describe their attitude towards family: for a long time, he had himself convinced that he didn't need or want family in his life, that there was nothing that they could offer that he didn't already have. that has, of course, changed now that he has a relationship with his sister again, and he's realized how much he has missed her. he isn't sure that anything could make him give it up, now.

Describe their friend group as a whole: some of Jason's friends are from childhood, his teen years, people he has reconnected with since coming back to Merrock. others are people that he has just met for the first time. there really is no description for them, since... they're all different in their own way.

Is there anything that stands out in their family’s history?: the Browning family was one of the founding families in Merrock, which is something that was drilled into Jason from a young age. he does think it's kind of cool, if nothing else. other than that, not really.

Do they have children? What are the circumstances surrounding them?: no children.

Do they want children? Why?: at this point in his life, no. Jason's forty years old and isn't sure that he has the kind of life skills that one needs to raise a child. not to mention the fact that he isn't sure it's the kind of world he would want to raise a child in. he isn't even sure he could handle a dog at the moment.

Do they currently live with anyone?: no.

Do they have pets?: no.

LIFE THINGS

Describe their home: Jason lives in a 1978 Argosy Travel Trailer that he bought after returning from service and worked at restoring on the road. it's been a labor of love, but it feels like home to him. small, it only really has one living area (consisting of a kitchen, small seating area and dinging/sleeping area), but it has everything that he needs to get by.

Are they a minimalist or is their house cluttered?: minimalist, through and through. living in such tight quarters, he feels like he has to be, or else he might be suffocated.

What are their eating habits?: very healthy; he has an incredibly balanced diet, and doesn't eat a ton of sweets or overly processed foods, mostly relying on things that he buys at the farmer's market or grows out of his own garden.

Are they allergic to anything?: nope.

What is the first thing they do in the morning?: even before brushing his teeth and using the bathroom, Jason makes and folds up his bed. it's something that was drilled into him since his military days, and it helps him get motivated to start his day, since he can't get back into bed.

What is the last thing they do at night?: normally, he spends a little bit of time outside, maybe drinking a cup of tea, or reading a book by the firelight. once it gets cold, he does the same, but with a jacket. (or he stays inside.)

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon?: most often, Sundays are one of his days off, so he will do something for himself. visit family, go to the beach, catch up on grocery shopping. occasionally, he does volunteer to work to lead nature hikes, or run a program, though.

What do they do on a Friday night?: head over to Tumbleweed to have a beer, or spend some time at the firehouse, if he's looking for something to do.

Describe their workout routine: while Jace is in very good shape, he doesn't honestly work out much these days. he instead gets his exercise simply by being out and doing things. he does run, at least a few times a week, and takes yoga and pilates classes, which he thinks helps him out in a number of ways.

How good are they at taking care of themselves?: very. not to sound like a sad sac, but since he turned 18 and left town, Jason has only really ever had himself to rely on, which means he's gotten good at taking care of number one.

What kind of car do they drive?: a 2000 green Jeep Grand Cherokee. he isn't super into cars, other than liking the way that they look at car shows.

Do they have any other modes of transportation?: Jason has a mountain bike, but otherwise no. he does drive a ranger truck when he's working at the park.

THE PAST & THE FUTURE

What was your character like as a child?: a mostly good kid, but he could be a little rebellious. he was very protective over Cordelia, and loved to get dirty, often spending time making mud pies and digging out back, which led to his love of gardening, too.

As a teenager?: a little more rebellious. Jason continued his love of getting dirty and playing in the mud, but it was cultivated into playing every sport possible, and also still gardening. he was good at getting his way with a flirtatious smile or wink, and very much so coming into his own. he dated all the cute girls and flirted with some of the cute guys, and felt like he ruled the school. (he didn't, but.)

As a young adult?: young adulthood was tough on Jason. had he not entered the military, he feels like he might have had it even rougher -- instead of becoming trouble, and unhinged, he became disciplined, learned to listen to instruction and, not to sound cliché, be all that he could be. but it also changed him a lot. it made him really realize what life was about. and what fear was like.

What is their earliest memory?: Jason's probably been concussed one too many times to have a cohesive memory the way he should, but... he does very clearly remember holding Cordelia for the first time when his parents came home from the hospital.

What is their best childhood memory?: one time, Jason was allowed to enter a pumpkin that he grew into a contest at Creek Fest, and won a blue ribbon. he was only a pre-teen, and remembers it being the coolest feeling in the world at the time.

What is their worst childhood memory?: absolutely any time that his father told him not to waste his time on things that weren't "important," but actually meant a lot to him.

What did they want to be when they grew up?: he hadn't really thought that far ahead; Jason wasn't honestly one of those people who had a plan, he had just been living to live. and then when he entered the military, he had felt even more lost when it came to what he was supposed to do and why. a part of him thought he would always just be a gentleman farmer.

Did they grow up rich or poor?: the Brownings were pretty well off; maybe not rich, but definitely nor poor. image meant (and still means) a lot to his mother, so there were no expenses spared when it came to looking good, and getting themselves out there. but it wasn't as though they were driving brand new cars at sixteen or taking lavish vacations every summer, either. they were just taken care of pretty well by their parents. back then, anyway.

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected?: the kind of nurtured that doesn't really help a person grow, per se. smothered at times, in an effort to make them 'do good,' and neglected in the sense of not getting to do the things that he wanted to do.

Were they popular growing up?: yes, quite. he had a lot of friends, dated a lot of girls, made out with a few guys, he did well for himself.

What is their greatest achievement?: surviving. Jason's well aware of how many people who fought what he fought didn't survive, and he's proud of himself for getting through that, even if there's always some survivor's guilt in the back of his mind.

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved?: not returning to Cordelia after his enlistment, and getting her the hell out of Merrock, somewhere where she could be free.

What is the best thing they did to someone they loved?: as much as it pains him to think it, because of what he thinks is the worst thing he's done, also not coming home. he was not in a good head space and is afraid of who he would have been towards the people he loved.

Who had a great influence on them? Who shaped them as a person?: the first park ranger that he worked under out in Yellowstone; they taught him almost everything he needed to know about the job.

What are their plans for the future?: he doesn't have any plans for the future, truth be told. Jason just wants to live in his camper until it's no longer feasible, build himself a little log cabin, grow another prize winning pumpkin, be a good uncle to his niece, and be happy.

What advice would they give their younger self?: don't run away.

What smells remind them of their childhood?: the bottle of cologne that he stole from his father when he wanted to ask his childhood crush out on a date.

When was the last time they were crushed with disappointment?: opening the last postcard from his father and realizing that he was disappointed in him for not reenlisting, and deciding to stay overseas to see things through.

What past act are they most ashamed of?: again, leaving his family without letting them know that he was okay.

Most proud of?: turning his life around. he wouldn't say that he was on a 'dark path' per se, but he knows that he's in a much better place now than he was when he first got out.

Has anyone ever saved their life?: countless times. his brothers in arms always, always had his back.

Have they ever saved someone else’s life?: yes. same as above, there were a lot of times when Jason stepped in to help a solider out.

LOVE & ROMANCE

What is your character’s sexuality?: Jason is bisexual.

Do they believe in love at first sight?: not really, no. Jason isn't sure what he thinks about love; he's never been in it, but he isn't callous or jaded enough to believe that it doesn't exist, either.

Are they in a relationship?: no.

How do they behave in relationships?: it has been a long time since he's been in a relationship. he dated a girl back in his college years, and he was in a situationship with a man for a while, on and off, and he's had a few flings and one night stands, but he hasn't been in enough relationships to really know how he acts. it would probably all depend on the person he's with.

Has your character ever been in love?: no.

Have they ever broken someone’s heart?: no, not to his knowledge, at least not in a romantic way.

Have they ever had their heart broken?: no.

What do they look for in a potential lover or partner?: someone to be his equal, and someone who shares interests. a person who likes to go for long hikes or sit on the beach, who doesn't mind spending more time outdoors than indoors. someone who isn't necessarily looking for the traditional stuff, doesn't mind a good sex life, and is okay with just taking things day at a time.

What are their views on marriage?: at this point, he doesn't necessarily think marriage is for him, but he also is open to changing his mind if the right person came along. no church weddings.

What is their idea of romance?: stargazing. plain and simple. someone that you don't mind sitting alone in the dark with, pointing up to the sky to admire shapes and glistening lights.

What was their first relationship?: he had a girlfriend in high school that he was pretty into for a long time, until they decided to split up because high school was coming to an end for her (she was a year older) and she wanted to get out of Merrock.

What was their last relationship?: probably the aforementioned situationship that was a very loosely defined relationship with a guy that also worked at the park. if it had to be a relationship where he had a 'boyfriend' title, he would have to say college, with his girlfriend at the time, even if that wasn't the most serious relationship.

Best date they’ve ever been on?: a beautiful night on a fire escape with a bartender; they shared a bottle of wine and just talked most of the night, and the next morning, went on a week-long camping trip together, off grid.

Worst date they’ve ever been on?: right after graduation, when he moved back to the park area, his friends tired to convince him to get on a dating app... he reluctantly agreed, and the woman that he matched with spent the entire evening talking about herself and her recent trip to Paris with another man. he went home with the bartender that night.

When did you character last have sex?: oof, it has been a while, admittedly. definitely since before they moved back home.

What sort of sex do they have?: that fully depends on his partner and what they're into. Jason wouldn't say that he is vanilla, by any means, and he does like to have a little fun between the sheets, but he isn't the type of person to re-write the rule book, either. he's happy just making his partner happy.

Grand gestures or the little things?: little things. always.

CONFLICTY GOODNESS

How do they respond to threat or dangerous situations?: he's basically trained to respond to threats and dangerous situations. mostly, he handles it pretty well, but occasionally he does find himself in sticky situations where he wishes he would have had more time to think before reacting.

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their words?: normally, his words, but if you catch him in the wrong sort of mood, he will definitely fight with fists.

What is your character’s kryptonite/weakness?: Cordelia and Rosalyn.

How do they perceive strangers?: carefully, but Jason tires not to let his past influence his every decision and action. he might approach with caution, but he isn't afraid of making new friends.

Do they have phobias? Of what?: not really a phobia, but loud noises bother him, both from PTSD, and also because he struggles with tinnitus.

What do they love to hate?: nothing? if he hates something, he hates it. he doesn't believe in doing things half way.

What is their weapon of choice in a split second?: he doesn't really believe in weapons. he hasn't touched a gun since the army, unless it's been required for work. he would probably reach for a kitchen knife if he had to.

Where do they go when they’re angry?: out to the creek to sit and meditate, it's the one place that he knows can calm him down, no matter what else he might be feeling.

Are they the strong, silent type, or tend to get emotional when angry?: strong, silent type.

Is there someone they turn to when upset?: although he hasn't been put in a position where he's been upset and needed someone just yet, Jason feels like he would go to Cordelia, or Corrine, someone he's known for a long time who could talk him down.

WORK, SCHOOL, HOBBIES

Describe their current job: Jason is employed full time by the Merrock State Park as a ranger. at the moment, most of his time is spent patrolling the park to look for hands-on things that need done, more so than enforcing any laws. he also runs a number of summer-related programs for the kids of Merrock. he also volunteers with the fire department.

Do they like or dislike their job?: he loves both of his jobs, and can't see himself doing anything else.

What other jobs have they held?: in high school, he worked at the grocery store, bagging groceries, and he did maintenance at state parks out west before going to college; he helped out on a farm during that time, as well.

Highest level of education: bachelor's degree.

Did they attend school?: yes. although it wasn't right after high school, Jason did eventually attend college at Montana State University.

If so, what did they study?: environmental and agricultural studies. he learned a lot about farming and trees.

Describe their hobbies: anything outdoorsy. he loves to hike, bike, run, walk, a multitude of things on a trail. kayaking, horseback riding, playing soccer, building things, camping, and gardening. he draws and plays guitar, as well.

Have they ever turned their hobbies into work?: kind of sort of -- he turned his love of gardening and being outdoors into a job.

What is a hobby they would love to try out?: building models. he likes to build as it is, but wishes that he had the space in his camper to do something like that.

HIT ‘EM WITH THE FAVES

Color: green.

Food: fresh vegetables.

Drink: arnold palmer.

Dessert: homemade vanilla ice cream.

Animal: white tailed deer.

Person: Rosalyn.

Book: Curious George Goes Camping.

Movie: Tall Tale.

TV show: he'll watch anything with travel or adventure in it. loves Bear Grylls, too.

Cartoon: Doug.

Musical artist: Nathaniel Rateliff.

Song: Nelsonwood Lane (Matt Maeson), Vagabond (Camp), or The Way (Manchester Orchestra). depends on his mood.

Vacation spot: his own backyard.

Place in town: ditto, but also Black Creek.

Day of the Week: Sunday.

Month: October.

Season: fall.

Sport: soccer.

Room at home: his front porch/deck.

[earth4angels]

𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

modern!jacaerys x f!reader ─── smut, vanilla sex, jace is a mama's boy, a lil english major who's serious about his academics, basically a goodie two shoes. reader is an adventurous cheerleader babe. p in v, love making as secretly as possible with his family at home (i know theyre freaky). not fully edited.

summary: finals season has arrived and jacaerys is worried about his championship game and passing his classes. he just did not think you would change the way of how studying could even work.

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“Get it together jace,” Jacaerys muttered, his hands running through his already messy hair. His fingers tapped rapidly through the page of his text book as if the answers were going to appear magically to him.

“Jace. Mom has been calling you to eat for the past fifteen minutes, you know she hates lateness,” Lucerys stood by the doorway of his brother’s room a slight smirk on his face as he looked at his brother who now slammed his face onto the book.

“Geesh… and I thought I was terrible, you’re even worse,” Luke joked. Jacaerys only moved his head to peek at his younger brother before he threw a pen at his head.

“Get out Luke, tell Mom I am no-“

“Tell me what exactly? If you think I am going to let you go to sleep without eating, you are absolutely wrong my dear,” Rhaenyra crossed her arms, a stern look on her face that had Jacaerys scrambling on his feet to meet her.

“Sorry mother,” he muttered, he scratched his neck before he twirled his fingers around, Rhaenyra sighed. She entered the room with soft steps, Jacaerys had now stopped his nervous ticks the moment he felt his mother’s touch.

“You got this my sweet boy. You’re the bravest, and smartest boy, I have raised you well. I know you will finish strongly, or am I wrong?”

Jacaerys widened his eyes, “No mother.”

Rhaenyra ran her fingers through the mess of hair, she smiled softly, “Now, wash up. Your brothers are waiting for you, Daemon bought that movie you and Luke begged him to buy.”

Luke exclaimed excitedly before he ran down the hall to the dining room, Rhaenyra and Jace heard him thanking their step-father over and over. They chuckled together.

As Jace scored the winning goal, the team swallowed him onto the ground, he groaned. He only wanted to see the one person that motivated him, that came to every single one of his games to cheer for him loudly that he felt no trophy could ever top the love he had for you.

The crowd cheered loudly, Jace managed to escape the sweaty bodies of his teammates before he was wrapped with a warmth so familiar, he knew it was you. He caught you in his arms the moment you ran up to him, your smile making him feel weak in the legs. He would bring the world and the stars for you if you’d ask.

Your pom-poms covered both of your faces as you leaned down to kiss him, since you had jumped on him, your legs wrapped around his waist - he held you up, his arms tightly holding your thighs, pressing you close. Your rosy lipstick now stained his already plump lips.

He groaned in satisfaction, you pulled away, giggling when he chased you for another kiss, “Congratulations Targaryen, you’re now going to the championship game.”

He smiled stupidly, from where he was looking at you, you looked like a bright star, your hair was held back by a headband that matched the color of his jersey. Your eyes covered in shiny glitter that he helped put on before the game because according to him, he wanted to try to put some on you. You were beautiful, and all his.

He leaned up to kiss you deeply, feeling your fingers dig deep into the slightly wet curls of his. The world vanished then, and Jacaerys wanted you more than ever, but it was not a place where he wanted to devour you.

You pulled away, he groaned again in annoyance, “Hold on tiger. You stink. And your mother and brothers are waiting to celebrate your win.”

He opened his eyes to see you with a teasing face, he narrowed his eyes in suspicion, you had a cunning smile. He did not want to question it yet so he placed you back onto the floor, without saying a word he took your hand interlacing it with his, both of you meeting his overly excited family that covered him in confetti. He thought life couldn’t get any more better than this.

His bed bounced as pushed his glasses upward, stopping them from slipping off his nose. He knew you were with him, but he paid you no mind as he mumbled the words from the slides to himself.

You leaned your head onto his shoulder, watching him study the same presentation over and over. You sat beside him, quietly biting onto your cinnamon roll that Rhaenyra begged you to take to Jace as well since she knew he was bound to skip dinner.

“Jace.”

“Hm,” he nodded his head slightly, letting you know he was listening to you. He truly was not though, he had a pen between his teeth biting on the top cap. You sighed.

“Jace.”

“Mm,” again he responded nonchalantly.

You rolled your eyes having enough. You took the laptop from him, shutting it close as you tossed it lightly onto his bedside table. You watched him widened his eyes, his arms reached to fight you but you beat him as you pushed him down onto the bed, sitting right on top.

His glasses moved upward, touching his forehead just a bit. You chuckled as he groaned in annoyance nonetheless his hands moved to hold your waist.

“Y/n… I need to study… you know I have to get good scores on the finals to keep my spot as top student.”

You smiled softly, your hands trailing down his chest to the toned body of his. His eyes fluttered, he enjoyed you touching him, he squirmed under you feeling his erection grow. He was shy to admit that even the slightest things you would do made him excited.

“You studied enough. You and I both know you’ll pass. Just how we also know, you will win the game,” Your fingers reached up to his face, pulling his glasses back to its original spot, you had always loved him with glasses. He huffed softly, his eyes moving upwards to try and avoid your strong gaze that had him digging his fingers softly into your waist.

“You’re only human jace, give yourself breaks hm?”

“I hate when you’re right,” he mumbled.

You laughed, tapping his nose lightly. His eyes moved back to your face, you leaned down to place a soft kiss on his nose you felt him breathe in deeply. He moved his head to reach your lips where he captured your warm lips with his.

You sighed into his mouth, enjoying the way his tongue licked your bottom lip. Your lips parted giving him access to taste you, he moaned when he got a taste of the sweetness from the bun you ate.

With his teeth, he pulled your bottom lip, sucking it lightly, you let him grinding your hip against his hardening erection hidden under the sweatpants you wanted to get rid of.

You rubbed harder, your panties now soaked from the need of wanting him. He let go of your lips as he let out a whimper. You sat on top still rubbing, twisting your hips in small circles to entice him. With half lidded eyes and small drool on the corner of his lips you wanted him so much more than before.

“Shh. I’ve got you,” you whispered, you ran your tongue down his neck finding a spot only you knew ruined him.

Right above his ear, in between his collarbone you placed a kiss and then you sucked hard, enjoying the small whimpers he let out. His hands working fast but clumsily pulling and tugging the straps of your sundress. He needed you, now.

He swallowed, “Please my love. Off,” he tugged the straps hard.

You heard a tear of fabric between your soft kisses that you left on his neck, you breathed in a laugh. You pushed him hard onto the bed, he grunted, you leaned back on your feet enjoying the flush on his cheeks, the curls surrounding him making him look angelic.

The sun was barely going down, and with the little sunlight still left, it touched Jace’s skin, his bright brown eyes covered by his slight fogged glasses from the amount of heavy breathing he was doing.

“Y/n… please…” he whispered, licking his lips watching you slowly tug down the straps, pulling down your bra as well. You watched him gasp slightly, taking in the view of the delicacy of your skin.

“Seven hells… how did I get so lucky?”

You hummed, getting rid of your dress completely, only sitting on top of him in your lace panties. He watched you hungrily, ready to bounce on you but held back, he wanted to take his time with you. Kiss all the little freckles on your body, find new spots that made you whisper his name as in a prayer.

He wanted to find all the new things that made your body quiver, flourish in his hands, his mouth. His mouth suddenly felt dry, he wanted to taste you so bad.

You smiled wickedly, your hand reached forward, grabbing his index cards he had also written to study. You looked through them fast before you tossed them somewhere on the floor.

Leaning forward, you grabbed his hands, placing them on your breasts, sighing blissfully when out of habit his thumbs flicked your now perked buds.

“Every right answer you give me, you’ll be allowed to touch me,” you whispered, smiling even wider when you felt him twitch underneath you.

Jacaerys was competitive, and he wanted to have you so badly but he also wanted to prove to you he was smart. He thought this was better than any study group he ever had, his fingers twitched against your breasts, wanting them deep in your cunt just to watch you bend in an angelic position, all because of him.

For once, he was greedy, he wanted to watch you have power over him. He licked his lips again, anticipating every moment that will occur. He thanked the old gods and new for gifting him you.

“First question,” you sat with his hands still on your breasts, enjoying the lust on your boyfriend’s eyes, the way sweat started to form on his forehead, the twitch of his eyebrow as he tried to read you, to the way his lips parted, his breaths coming out in sharp huffs.

“Name all the kings we had, from first king to now.”

Jacaerys struggled, he regretted now the position he was in, he couldn’t focus having you bare only in silk panties, your skin glowing, hair loose and curled at the tips. He just wanted to make love to you. He held his breath, his hands shaking, noticing, you smirked.

“Uh.. Um…” he cleared his throat, his eyebrows slightly scrunched together as he tried to think, “Aegon, the conqueror,” you hummed.

You let his hand go down the middle of your breast, to your stomach, hearing his breath hitched you stopped.

“I uh… Aenys,” he stuttered, finding it hard to stay still.

Again, you moved his hand to your navel, letting go of his hand as you waited for the rest of the answer to come out of your struggling boyfriend who remained obedient.

“Maegor, Jaehaerys, Viserys…” his voice straining.

You smiled, “Good job my love. See? The answers are flowing out of you.” You stood up then, he sat up quickly, his body in heat running with adrenaline from wanting you. Your fingers pulled the bands of your panties to slide them off your legs. Jacaerys’ mouth fell slack.

You tapped your finger to your chin as in thought, you moved as you spoke to sit on his lap, your legs spread on either side of his own. “Ah.. why is the reason that dragons are the symbol of the Targaryen family?”

Jacaerys tried, he truly did want to show off his intelligence but he couldn’t concentrate anymore. How could he concentrate when he had you on his lap, nude, your curls falling onto your shoulders giving you a glow so beautiful he was breathless.

“Seven hells y/n, I can’t do this,” he moved so quick you were startled that you ended up bumping your head onto his headboard. His eyes panicked, the lust from his eyes softening, “Baby, baby i am so sorry!”

You laughed loudly, taking his face into your hands where you pulled him to give him a kiss. He moaned into your mouth, his hands pulling your hands above your head, interlocking it with his.

“You didn’t answer the question Jacaerys,” you muttered into his lips. He moaned in annoyance over the fact you kept pulling away from him when all he wanted was to shower you with love.

“No offense, but you talk a lot my love, I just want you,” Jace fluttered his eyes, looking down on you his light brown eyes shadowed with a mischievous glint that had you swallow.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, his glasses sliding down more, you pushed them up again, his curls were a mess and damn… he looked ethereal. He was all yours, the pride in your chest swelled as as the love you felt for him did too.

You both smiled at each other before he kissed you again, his lips grazing your cheeks, eyebrows, forehead, everywhere he could touch, you giggled. Jacaerys felt like he could fly, the need to feel you, to connect with you felt heavy on his head.

He took a moment to observe the environment, he was quick, in a moment he heard everything, the laughter of his younger brothers, the sound of his mother talking over the phone. His cheeks blossoming crimson, the idea of having you while his family were so close bought an excitement to him.

He nibbled on your neck before whispering, “We have to keep quiet, mom…” he paused, feeling embarrassed, “anyone can hear us if we’re loud.”

You smirked, feeling the heat boil, “then try not to make me scream out,”

Jacaerys pulled away his eyebrows furrowed as if you said something offensive, “Oh? If i don’t, then I am not deserving of you my angel.”

Everything happened so fast, Jacaerys felt like he only blinked for a second, one second he was tasting you, leaving small marks on your neck then he was under you again, his chest bare, his boxers suddenly feeling hot.

You sat on top again, licking your lips admiring the work you made, a wet kiss on his chest turning red. Jacaerys felt sweat drip from his forehead, he needed to have you, now. But, he knew the reward would soon calm if he was patient - though he did not want to wait.

“Tell me my love, why are dragons the symbol of your family? If they are myth, why is it symbolic?”

Jacaerys rolled his eyes as his head tilted back, “Are you… Are you serious?” he whined, he thought he escaped this.

You tighten your lips together to hold back from laughing, “Oh i am serious babe. Now answer, or else.. I’ll go downstairs and play with Joff, i’ll ignore you all day.”

Jacaerys for the sake of his bulge feeling like it was ready to explode, tried.

He closed his eyes, scanning memories of the information he studied, “It was said that Targaryens are closer to the gods due to their faith in old traditions. Dragons are a symbol of power but also peace. Our family-“ suddenly he hissed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Your teeth pulled the band of his boxers down, as your hand’s massaged the muscular thighs of his, you paused when you heard nothing but hard breathing, “I didn’t tell you to stop Jacaerys.”

He whimpered, “Dear gods…” he cleared his throat, “Our family symbol being dragons is to remind us of our history, to remind us why helping our people is also building a foundation for a better future, that is why our law firm is uh-“ he moaned when he felt your lips kissing up his toned chest.

“Our law firm is the most popular, and is one of the first establishments holding a strong position in justice.”

You stopped, Jacaerys was breathing hard as if he had ran through a marathon, “You really need to stop overthinking you won’t pass your exams, you are smart.”

Pressing a slight kiss on his lips, you sat up again, “Good job baby,” you moved his shaky hand to your body again, however Jacaerys had other plans, he sat up meeting you face to face.

“You are the world’s best person to ever grace us, I am so lucky to have you,” he whispered all the while his fingers grazed the apple of your cheeks, you couldn’t avoid the amount of love his eyes held you just needed him. The sexual tension between you was too strong to ignore.

“Jace..”

He pushed your hair back, his eyes mapping out the beauty marks on your face. You were so beautiful, he would never once stop repeating it, “I love you, with every ounce of my heart,” and that was when your heart flew out of your chest.

He laid you onto his bed, both of you shaking with need to have each other. His lips traced every bump, every inch of your body until he reached the valley of your breasts. The metal of his glasses making your skin crawl with goosebumps.

“All mine,” he whispered. His fingers traced the perky buds of your breasts before he took one in his mouth, moaning as if he was having the best dessert - in a way he was. Your body lifted from the bed, mind clouded with him only.

“Jace,” you pleaded now, needing him to stop his slow pace, you just needed him inside you. You felt him shudder at the way you said his name.

He pulled back, your eyes shaking in need but Jace was worse, his eyes filled with need, hidden behind those glasses of his he was overwhelmed with the love he had for you.

You felt his bulge nudge your core causing you to tilt your head back, moaning softly, you heard the gasping of your boyfriend who struggled what to do next. He never wanted to rush into things but he needed you, he wanted to explore more of you but he just needed to be inside, to carefully love you and show you.

You made the decision to guide him, you and Jacaerys were not always active, majority of your relationship was very innocent and you didn’t complain, simply being in the arms of your boyfriend was enough. Jacaerys only needed you close to feel the love you felt for him as he did you.

He never disrespected you, always showed you respect and love in small and big ways. His family adored you, with his mom already calling you her daughter she never had. Daemon adored your stubbornness, mentioning how you reminded him of his younger days. To Jace, that was enough.

So when you guided him inside of you, feeling the tip of his erection inside you, both of you gasped, holding each other in desperate need of love. He shook in your arms as your legs wrapped around his waist, he didn’t move feeling too overwhelmed from your heat.

“t’s okay,” you whispered, your heart full, and as you locked eyes with the one man who you swore your life to, he pushed all the way in, the tears seeping from your eyes.

He held you in his arms tightly, whimpering as you tugged the wet curls of his, pulling out and pushing in with such care that had you breathing out choked sobs from the love you felt. He only prepped small kisses, whispering the love he held for you.

“I love you, I love you,” he whispered into your mouth, his hands wiping the tears from your cheeks, feeling his own pool. Your fingers marked half moons onto his shoulde blades, marking beautiful trails of your love as he pushed into you harder, faster.

You removed his glasses then, finally coming to face his eyes that were scrunched together in concentration and if it was another occasion you would’ve laughed but you kissed his face holding onto him as your noses bumped into each other clumsily.

“You feel so g-good,” he muttered, his hand holding onto your right hand, you said nothing as you took him in, feeling the little bubble in your tummy ready to release.

“J-Jace,” you stuttered, squealing when he finally hit that one spot inside you, “OH! Don’t stop… donnn-t stop.”

He knew you were close, you held onto his hair tighter, your eyes rolled onto the back of your head as you bent your neck all the way back displaying your entire neck to him. He pushed harder, making it a mission to have you see stars, he watched you carefully, hearing how you muttered his name like a prayer.

He was so close, but he held back, his cheeks were warm, as he felt the need to come inside you with just watching you wither in his embrace. All that was heard was the bed squeaking, the headboard of his bed slamming against the wall, and as much as he wanted to keep it quiet, he couldn’t. He just needed you.

“My pretty angel, all mine,” he whispered again, he had let go of your hand reaching down on your sensitive bud where he rubbed in circles, you moaned loudly and he reacted so fast he covered your mouth with his as he swallowed your slight screams.

He felt the stutter of your hips and the shocks that your body was going through, and suddenly he felt the tightness of your warmth wrapping him hard that his chest felt on fire.

He closed his eyes allowing the pleasure to sweep him out of the world, with one last push he allowed to come inside you hearing you sigh in bliss, your body still shaking, the tears dry on your cheeks.

You held Jace against you, brushing his hair back, hearing him try to level his breathing back to normal. You did not want him to pull out of you but you needed to pee.

He kissed your breasts before he slowly pulled out, both of you shuddering, he then kissed you deeply. He said nothing, but neither did you, both of you basking in the love.

You watched as he pulled you into his arms, carrying you into his bathroom, he looked beautiful. You sat in the toilet as he prepared a bath, and took the moment when he went to get you clothes to pee.

When he came back he had a hoodie of his and a pair of boxers for you to wear, you childishly made grabby hands, he chuckled before he pulled you to the bath tub with him.

The silence was comfortable, until a thought hit you, “Jace?”

You leaned your head back to look at him, he was smiling with his eyes closed, “Yeah?”

“I think.. I saw Luke’s feet at some point by the door,”

Jace snapped his eyes open in a panic, one look at you, who looked at him with your own set of eyes that held panic, he laughed loudly, you joined him.

Lucerys did in fact stopped by his brother’s door, he only wanted to ask if you wanted to play mario’s kart, but that flew out the window when he heard his brother’s moans. So he sat in the family room with a traumatized look on his face thinking he wished dragons were real so he can ask to get eaten instead.

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Hey I saw in your bio that your requests are open? Pls ignore if they aren't 🙏🏼 but I had this idea for Azris, and as the queen of Azris angst, I knew I had to at least share it with you

So I've been watching the Shadowhunters show (idk if you've seen it) but basically there's this seen where Jace gets possessed by some spirit thing and starts attacking his best friend, Alec. And they have a whole fight scene and it ends with Jace stabbing Alec with an arrow. All the while the ghost thing is talking THROUGH Jace and saying stuff like "Your boy's in there, screaming, begging me not to do this." And Alec is all like "it's ok, it's not your fault.". (I would highly recommend searching that scene up, it's the best angst inspo and I'm horrible at explaining)

Anyways imagine that buttt...AZRIS!!! What if after they are officially mated and everything, running their court, a new threat emerges that basically possess Eris who then attacks Azriel, maybe he stabs him, maybe there's a bit of burning involved (pls I'm sorry I know it sounds fucked up, but I love a good angst)

And then when Eris gets rid of whatever is controlling, how would they heal from that, like move on and stuff cuz I can imagine Eris would be feeling hella guilty and Az would want to forgive him but still be shaken up himself too...

Anyways if you do decide to write you can change it up as you like, I know whatever you come up with will be AMAZINGGG

You Would Never Hurt Me

Azriel is at a weekly family dinner when suddenly his bond with Eris alerts him to danger. What will happen when he realizes his mate is being controlled by another? What lengths will he go to? - 5.3k words of emotional pain.

Author's Note: Queen of Azris Angst? we sure? y'know what... i'll take it XD. I took a few creative liberties, but actually not too many... but I hope you enjoy :D

ouch my soul hurts. genuinely hurt me to write this but it just hurt so good. Also, I did end up changing the part about Az hesitating to forgive him because he was shaken up purely because the situation was so much more angsty with Az desperately trying to convince Eris everything is okay.

TW: Depictions of violence, mentions of blood, SEVERE burns, Azriel’s canon backstory, mind control trope, descriptions of severe injuries

also this was not edited very much. apologies for any mistakes!

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The newest threat to Prythian had been biding their time for a while. Azriel wasn’t going to lie that he was nervous. He and his spies in both courts he had close connections to had been unable to find anything of use. The only thing that they seemed to know was that this enemy was intelligent and not without power. They didn’t even know if it was a fae from the continent, Prythian or even Hybern. All reports had come up useless in the grander scheme of things.

“Az, if you keep that frown on your face, it might just become permanent,” Cassian teased. He’d gone to the weekly dinner at Velaris this week. This time, without Eris. Normally he’d come along, but Eris had decided he wanted to finish up some of the paperwork and work on training one of the newest ghost hound yearlings some more commands.

Azriel couldn’t help but feel tense over the matter since he knew he’d seen more signs of the enemy closer to the Autumn Court than anywhere else. It had his metaphorical hackles standing on end almost constantly.

Cassian nudged his shoulder with his knuckles. “Come on, Az,” his brother urged. “Relax a moment. I know you’d rather Eris be here, but he’s going to be just fine. He’s a damn High Lord of fire. I think he can manage a night without your shadows surrounding him.”

Azriel sighed, nodding in agreement. “Sorry, Cass,” He mused. “Something just feels off tonight.”

“How so?” Rhys questioned from across the table, still facing Nyx as he tried to bargain with the child over eating his greens.

Azriel shrugged. “The shadows are jittery. The darkness doesn’t bring comfort. Something is just off,” he replied.

Rhys hummed in acknowledgement. Feyre replied, “Is it about that threat?” She asked carefully. The bags under her eyes were evidence that the little Heir to the Night Court was still having trouble sleeping since his visit to the Illyrian camps.

“I’m not entirely sure. But I’ve seen more signs of them near the Autumn Court than anywhere else,” he admitted. “I wish we knew what they were capable of at the very least.”

“Whatever it is, Az, I’m sure we can handle it,” Rhys said, looking up toward him. “We’ve handled far worse than one crazed individual. But if you’re nervous and you’re not even going to eat what’s on your plate until you get back to your mate, none of us will fault you for leaving.”

Nesta nodded from where she sat beside Cassian, but she was also just playing with her foot with her fork. “That, or you can kidnap him and force him to attend dinner and book club,” Nesta mused, smirking as she glanced over at him.

Azriel scoffed in amusement. “I’m not so sure he’d appreciate that, Nes.”

Nesta chuckled. “No, but it’d make your sorry ass stop brooding for five minutes.”

Azriel rolled his eyes, turning away. He put his fork down. They weren’t wrong to say he couldn’t stomach food with this… itch of some sort bugging the hell out of him.

Suddenly, the bond twitched inside of him. Not a good twitch either.

Azriel sat up straight immediately, putting a hand to his chest when more emotions began flowing through. Worry. Confusion. Fear.

Azriel stood up as quickly as he could, shadows flaring out.

“Azriel,” Rhys mused from the table. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s in danger,” Azriel breathed.

Rhys immediately stood up. “In danger? Eris? The Lord of Fire?”

“Don’t make jokes, Rhys,” he begged, breathing a bit heavier. “Don’t follow me yet. The wards will stop you. Just… keep a tab on my mind. I have a feeling what this is. And it’s not a nightmare.”

Then he winnowed, feeling Rhys gently prod into his mind to stay as a presence just on the outside of his mind so he’d know what’s happening too.

Azriel followed the bond, sprinting as fast as possible through the Forest House until-

Eris was in his office.

But then something stopped. The bond stopped. Empty.

Azriel burst in, panting terribly as he spotted Eris standing at his desk.

“Eris?” He questioned hesitantly.

Eris turned around, but his eyes were distant. Azriel’s heart dropped like a stone when he heard emotionless words come out of his mate’s mouth. “Eris is not here, Illyrian mongrel.”

Azriel squared his shoulders, pressing his already glowing siphon to form his armor over his body. He crouched down imperceptibly. “Eris, this is not a funny joke.”

That was just his denial talking though. Eris had never called him an Illyrian mongrel.

“Oh, he doesn’t?” The male asked hauntingly. “Are you so sure? I know you can’t be… being a bastard and all.”

Something slammed into his mental walls and Azriel stumbled back just as Rhys seemed to reel back in his mind.

Azriel gritted his teeth, forcing his eyes open as he stared into Eris’s eyes, waiting for the familiar clarity to come back.

“You’re pathetic,” Eris snarked. “One measly hit and it almost took you down? Weak.”

Rhys seemed to be doing something akin to building a second wall from within his mind, battling off something. Azriel couldn’t spare any mental energy to figure out what it was.

“Eris… you need to come back,” He said, but it really came out more like pleading.

Flames sparked on Eris’s palms and Azriel couldn’t help his flinch. Though his mate had been helping him overcome his fear as of late, something… something felt wrong about this.

“Eris,” he warned, eyes drawn down to the fire unconsciously. “What are you doing?”

“My name is not Eris,” he hissed, stalking closer. A dagger summoned to Eris’s palm, the flame lighting up the dagger’s edges as if it was some glowing blade. If he hadn’t been so shocked over the loss of his bond and the fear for his mate, he would’ve thought it almost looked cool. But right now? It was downright terrifying.

The male leapt at him and Azriel raised up his arms in defense, dodging to the side with only a few centimeters to spare. He didn’t want to hurt Eris. That was on the forefront of his mind.

But what was he supposed to do when Eris was trying to hurt him?

“Eris,” he pleaded. “Come back to me.”

Eris chuckled, one of the ones reserved for the lords in the council when they were pissing him off. “You know, your mate is putting up quite the fight in here. He’s been trained against people like me, but clearly not like you and your little friend protecting you.”

Azriel spared the moment of suspension to ask Rhys: What’s happening? Who?

Daemati, was Rhys’s only response and it was said as if through gritted teeth.

Shit. Eris was being controlled by a daemati. And though he had faith in Rhys, he knew that the male didn’t have much practice in fighting his own kind.

Azriel’s shadows rose like asps preparing to strike above his shoulders, as if sensing that this was not their beloved mate. No. This was an enemy this time. But he couldn’t hurt what was his.

“Let him go,” Azriel snarled.

Eris put a finger to his chin, tilting his head as if considering the prospect before scoffing. “No.” Then Eris leapt at him again. Azriel hadn’t been prepared this time- too much in shock to truly focus. His shadows reached out to cover his mate’s wrists in a desperate attempt to try and return him back, but it didn’t stop the dagger from lodging itself deep in his shoulder and twisting.

Azriel couldn’t help the pained groan that escaped him. He flared his wings and pushed forward quickly, grabbing Eris’s shoulders and pushing the male back. Though they were of equal strength, Azriel was stronger physically if they really tested themselves.

But the daemati had control over Eris’s magic at that moment and Azriel couldn’t help his yelp when the flames suddenly engulfed his hands. He wanted to scream and run, to get into the sky and never return-

He couldn’t though. This was his mate.

Azriel felt tears dripping out of his eyes as he pushed Eris back against a wall. “Come back to me,” he begged brokenly while staring into Eris’s beautiful fire-colored eyes.

“Please,” he continued.

Keep him held there, Rhys demanded in his mind. And release your shields.

Azriel really didn’t have the mental capacity to question Rhys at this moment, so he simply obeyed. The other daemati swept in, but Rhys met it head-on. Another presence joined the battlefield too- a softer type of darkness. Feyre.

A headache was beginning to bloom behind his temples at all the action occurring in his mind. More than anything though, his hands burned. The daemati was more distracted so the flames were certainly not as hot as they could be, but it still hurt.

Talk to him, Feyre ordered sternly. Bring your mate out of the fire.

Azriel let out a choked sob, his wings flaring behind him as he pressed toward Eris and rested his forehead against his mate’s. “Eris,” he begged. “I know this isn’t you. Come back to me. I know you wouldn’t-”

He cut off with a groan as the flames burned hotter. His flesh might be melting off to be honest. But he couldn’t let him go. Not now. Not ever. Azriel let another sob tear out of his throat as he pressed desperately into Eris.

“Come back to me,” he pleaded brokenly. “This isn’t you, Eris. You’re my mate. You’re mine. And you would never hurt me.”

Let go now, Feyre yelled over whatever clashing was occurring on the battleground between their minds.

“I can’t,” Azriel sobbed. He couldn’t let Eris go. Not like this. Not now. He needed his mate to know he was there and he would forgive him.

Az, let him go before your hands melt off, Rhys snarled harshly.

Azriel sobbed and stumbled backward. Eris remained standing against the wall as Azriel curled his hands toward his chest, shadows curling around them quickly, providing a soothing cold touch to them.

He kept his eyes open, watching Eris and watching his eyes. There was a flicker of fire there. Just a flicker.

“Eris,” he said again. The eyes went distant again and he snarled at the daemati, hoping the bastard could hear him over all the clashing. “Let him go. Let my mate go. Let Eris go, you-”

He couldn’t come up with an insult that could encompass all the hate he felt toward the being at this moment.

The bond flickered and Azriel clutched his chest. That put an idea in his head and he immediately brought all the love he felt for the male in front of him and shoved it down the bond as forcefully as he could. As well as some determination he hoped Eris would interpret as ‘You’re better than it. Fight back. You’re mine.’

Eris suddenly collapsed against the wall, body slumping into the floor. Azriel rushed forward before his head could slam into it as well. He cradled the male in his lap, tears still pouring down his cheeks. Everything was too much and not enough. He needed Eris, and that was about the only thing he could interpret.

“Eris, Eris, Eris,” he began repeating, pushing the hair out of his mate’s face desperately even as his shadows reported the door slamming open and Rhys with Cassian came running in.

They tried to grab his arms and drag him away but he fought harshly. “No! Don’t make me leave him,” he begged them. He needed to know his mate would be alright.

“We’ll get him too, Az,” Cassian said, pulling even more. “Rhys will get him. Come on, before your hands-”

Azriel held onto Eris even more, not wanting to leave his mate alone and afraid. Even if he was unconscious now, he would wake up and feel regret over something that wasn’t even in his control. He knew he would. But Azriel needed to be there so he could comfort him.

“Azriel,” Rhysand commanded sharply. “Let him go. Go to Madja.”

He wanted to disobey the command so badly, but his strength gave out and Cassian scooped him up onto his feet. Rhys picked Eris up into his arms and then they were winnowing straight into Madja’s clinic. Someone must’ve warned her because she already had a bucket of cold water that Cassian forced his hands into.

“Stay still,” Cassian ordered when he tried to twist and see where Rhys was taking his mate. “You’ve got to cool your hands down,” He told him. “Eris is just fine. He’s going to get checked out by Madja. You are going to get healed before your hands scar even worse with more permanent damage. Do you realize your skin is melting off?”

“But Eris-” Azriel tried to protest.

“Do not make me order you again, Az!” Rhys called from the other room. He saw Feyre winnow in as well, running toward where Rhys was. And Azriel was stuck here, useless, with his hands in a goddamn bucket. He couldn’t even feel the pain in the wake of knowing his mate was hurt.

He sobbed through his teeth. This was worse than his brothers burning his hands. This was so much worse than even the worst injuries he’s sustained in war or his line of work.

Feyre suddenly came up to him and her gentle presence ghosted along the edges of his mind before soothing something he didn’t even realize was tearing him apart from the inside it seemed like. The headache eased slightly.

“Is he okay?” He asked, looking up at Feyre. She had the most caring expression on her face and he wanted it gone.

“Rhys is with him right now,” Feyre told him. “Madja is there too, but you’re the main concern right now. He’s only going to have mental wounds. But Rhys can fix it, don’t worry,” she added on quickly when his face dropped.

“How?” He asked. “That kind of-”

“We caught it early and Rhys saw what was damaged in the fight. It’s okay, Azriel. He’s going to be okay. Now we need to make sure your hands are going to be okay, alright? Breathe and keep that even head I know you have. Eris is okay.”

Azriel sighed and slumped against whatever was nearby in relief. It ended up being Cassian. He trusted Feyre. Eris was going to be okay. And that was the only thing that mattered.

“Come on, Az,” Cassian urged, holding him up gently while still keeping his hands dunked in the water. “Your panicking will not help him if he wakes up.”

Azriel breathed and his shadows came up to whisper assurances that Eris was in the other room on a bed with Rhys and Madja. Cared for. He forced his body to come back from whatever super-adrenaline state it had gotten itself into.

“That’s it,” Cassian encouraged. “That’s good, Az. Do you feel any pain yet?”

At the mention, yes. His hands burned and not in any sort of good way. He didn’t dare look into the water. He probably couldn’t anyway since it was bloody. That probably wasn’t a good sign. The stabbing in his shoulder hurt, but it was duller than his hands at the moment.

“Yes,” he gritted out, huffing out some breath to suck more in anew as the pain now took over his being.

“I’ll get Madja,” Feyre said.

“No-” He said. “Leave her with Eris. I’m okay.”

“Eris is unconscious and Rhys is fully capable of caring for him. I’ll go over there too to help. But you need healing.”

Azriel sighed, knowing this wasn’t something Feyre would allow so he gave up on the argument early. “Okay,” he breathed. “Make sure he’s alright. Please.”

Feyre left and Madja was walking in quickly. “Get your shadows to cover your own eyes,” She ordered. The shadows, not completely under his will at the moment, took initiative and covered his eyes while she pulled his hands out of the cold water. They were numb in some places and burning in others.

Madja let out a harsh breath. “Do not lift that blindfold,” she told him and then the burning returned tenfold and he knew she was pushing healing magic into his hands. Cassian kept him restrained even as he tried to keep screams from bubbling out of his throat.

Alas, he could only stop them for so long and they soon spilled out. He lost any and all breath in his lungs all too quickly. Probably a good thing. Cassian kept him in a firm hold which grounded him somewhat but it hurt.

When he was finally given a reprieve, he was halfway towards passing out. When the pain mostly receded to a harsh ache, he finally drew in breath and slumped back against Cassian with his eyes closed.

“Come on, Az,” Cassian encouraged. “Let’s get you over to Eris, alright? Madja will wrap your hands there.”

Azriel could barely spare a hum of acknowledgement before he was being manhandled to his feet and forced to walk on shaky knees with droopy eyelids. His shadows had dropped back down to his hands, covering them from sight. Maybe that was a good thing, he decided. As soon as he saw Eris, he tried reaching out for his mate, but Cassian slapped his arm down.

“You are not using your hands, Az. Sit your ass down,” Cassian ordered. His brother helped him get out of his armor and leathers so he was just in his undershirt and pants.

He was forced to sit on the stool nearby, but was allowed to scoot it as close as possible to Eris to lean down over the bed and rest his forehead against Eris’s skin, breathing his mate’s scent in. It calmed his nerves just enough for him to finally take a deep breath.

Madja came in and forced him to hold himself up for a few more minutes while she wrapped his hands in white bandages as well as his shoulder. Then he was allowed to rest. Rhys pulled away from Eris eventually and he perked up, looking at his brother.

“He’ll be alright,” Rhys assured him. “At most, he won’t remember the fight, which I’d say is a mercy.”

Azriel sighed in relief and rested his head back down into Eris’s now cold palm since he couldn’t hold it properly. There, he fell asleep.

–––––

Azriel didn’t know how much time passed when he awoke. His hands ached like none other and if he had to be honest: everything hurt. Apparently, almost having your mate be gone to mind control by a daemati gave you some really bad tension to deal with. Specifically in his shoulders which were always the hardest to get at. Impossible now because of the thick bandages on his hands. The stab felt as if it’d already healed over. Perks of Illyrian healing, he supposed.

He lifted his head from wherever he was laying and squinted when he looked to his left and saw an empty bed.

“Eris?” He said aloud, sitting up and glancing around more. Someone must’ve moved him to the bed. But where was his mate? Azriel needed to be with him.

Suddenly, a burst of calm exploded from his chest and Azriel gasped for breath, not even realizing he’d been holding it. The bond. Thank the fucking Cauldron it was back. It meant that Eris was awake and okay enough to not be… well, dying.

Azriel groaned as he stood up, flexing his wings out behind him as he stared down at his hands. For Madja to have wrapped them so much he couldn’t even move his wrists… he must’ve gotten burned quite badly, he deduced. But, priority number one was finding Eris.

He tugged on the bond once, slowly wandering out toward where Madja usually sat in her clinic.

Eris was beside her.

Azriel breathed deeply at last, relief coursing through his veins at the sight of his mate being awake and even having a conversation with Madja over something relating to some sort of bright orange plant that looked like fire. He stumbled his way over there as quickly as he could, wrapping his arms around Eris and pressing his nose into the junction of his neck and shoulder to breathe in his scent.

Eris, however, had frozen. And that sent ice barreling through Azriel. What had happened?

“Hi Az,” Eris said hesitantly.

Azriel pulled away immediately, coming around to see Eris from the front to try and discern what the problem was.

For some reason, he had a guilty look on his face. Not a joking one- no, it was similar to the one he had when he figured out he’d accidentally forgotten something in court which led to the death of some farmers. A broken sort of regret.

“Eris, what’s wrong?” Azriel asked, brows furrowed in concern. “What happened? Did someone do something before I woke up? I’ll kill them for you with or without my hands,” he said, rage already pooling in his heart at the thought of someone making his mate feel this sort of guilt.

“No, no, I’m fine,” Eris waved him off, averting his gaze to the ground. “Nobody did anything besides that damned daemati.”

“I’m already killing him,” Azriel said to try and assure his mate. “I’m going to find him, tear his head from his shoulders and put it on a pike. Give the body to the scavengers and the head can be a personal trophy until it decays.”

A small chuckle came out of his mate’s chest and Azriel warmed up considerably, glad he could at least get that out of Eris. A chuckle was a start.

“Come on, Eris,” Azriel said, bringing his bandaged hands up to cup Eris’s cheeks. “Tell me what’s wrong. I’m not blind.”

Eris sighed and then gently grabbed Azriel’s forearms to hold his hands up. “This is what’s wrong,” he pointed out as if it was obvious.

Azriel’s brows furrowed. Then he realized. “Eris, these are not your fault. These are that bastard’s fault.”

“It was my fire that burned you, Az,” Eris argued, releasing his hands and standing up.

Madja stood as well. “I’ll let you two talk this out. Let me know if someone starts dying,” she says as she walks out.

Azriel looked at Eris, checking him from top down for any injuries or other apparent signs of his emotions. Both males had tells even if they were masters at hiding away.

“It was your fire controlled by that bastard,” Azriel argued, pressing forward. He paused when Eris backed up, even more concerned. It’d been centuries since Eris had backed away from his comfort. 

“Eris,” he spoke softly. “I would’ve held you back even if my wings were burned off my shoulders. It is not your fault. Take away that guilt from your mind right fucking now. I could’ve let go the instant the daemati lit the flames, but guess what? I didn’t, did I?”

Eris looked sheepishly now and Azriel opened up his arms.

“It’s okay, Eris. You would never hurt me. I know that. You should already know that,” Azriel insisted. “My hands will heal in time. There’s a reason Madja is so esteemed as a healer. And I’m pretty sure she even got to the burns faster than the guards did when I was 8. The only reason I can speak about that night and not fear the flames is because of you.”

Eris now had tears running down his face and Azriel dared a step forward.

Eris didn’t move, but he didn’t come closer either. “I’m sorry,” Eris whispered, closing his eyes.

“You would never hurt me,” Azriel repeated.

“Your hands-”

“I don’t give a fucking shit about my hands,” Azriel cut him off. “I’d rather my entire arm be torn off than be in a world where you’re controlled by a daemati. Don’t you realize that? I would do anything to protect you. My hands being burned is the least of my worries.”

“Az, I still burned you. In the worst of places,” Eris argued.

“You did not burn me,” Azriel insisted. “You would never hurt me. Trust yourself on that, huh? Trust me on it at the very least.”

Eris choked on a sob and Azriel opened up his arms again. Finally, finally, his mate went stumbling into his comfort.

“I should have fought harder against his control,” Eris said, voice broken and muffled against Azriel’s shoulder. “I could have. But it was just so hard. It felt like everything in my mind had gone under ice, yet I could feel the heat escaping me. Burning you. I tried so hard and it didn’t work-“

“Shh…” Azriel hushed, holding Eris as tight as he could. “You did the best you could, Eris. The fact you even still remember the experience is a miracle in itself. Daemati can be very damaging. Can scratch memories. Rhys was able to repair them but I was so worried about you. You have no clue.”

Eris sobbed wetly into his shoulder and Azriel felt tears slipping down his own cheeks as well. He let his emotions flow freely over the bond. Eris’s were still a mix of guilt, but now it was more of a lost hopelessness than true guilt. More of a “I don’t know how to fix this” kind of look.

“There is nothing that you did wrong,” Azriel whispered. Eris hugged him tighter and he smiled, squeezing him back as well. His shadows were helping him give more force behind it since he was unable to use his hands and the damn plush of the bandages did not help.

“I don’t know what happened beyond the fact I burned you,” Eris admitted. “I was caught off guard since I was tired and waiting for you to come home. He just… snuck between my mental walls and latched on like a damn leech.”

“You need to rest more. Now that we know we’re dealing with a daemati, we need to keep mental shields sharp. But luckily we have some of the most powerful daemati on our side. It’s already two against one,” Azriel joked.

Eris chuckled and finally pulled away to meet Azriel’s eyes. “I’m going to help you heal your hands,” he declared. “I’ll help you with everything. Anything. Writing? Done. Massage or oil? Done.”

“If this is you trying to make up for a fake mistake, don’t,” Azriel said seriously.

“This is me helping my mate through an injury,” Eris replied, giving a small reassuring smile despite the obvious signs he’d been crying not even a few seconds ago.

“Good,” Azriel told him. “I’ll definitely take you up on the writing part. I’ve got to write down things about what happened. See if we can piece together clues. And maybe it’ll help you piece together your memory,” he added.

Eris nodded. “Anything,” he repeated.

“But first,” Azriel said, putting one bandaged hand up, “We’re going to bathe because we both stink.”

Eris couldn’t help the laugh that exploded from his chest and it made Azriel all the merrier. He loved making him laugh like this.

“Agreed,” his mate replied. “Maybe we should talk to Madja about the wrapping of your hands first?”

Azriel nodded in agreement. “Then a warm bath,” he added. “I may take you up on the massage you mentioned,” he joked. “My shoulders ache.”

“You were sleeping on a goddamn stool when I woke up,” Eris said, scoffing in amusement. “Of course your back is hurting, bat. You should have laid in the bed not even two feet away.”

“I needed to be close to you,” Azriel admitted. “I thought I wouldn’t sleep like the dead and be awake with you but…”

Eris chuckled. “You always sleep like the dead when your face is buried in my scent. Honestly, you shouldn’t have expected any differently.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. But the little banter also assured him that Eris was truly okay. At least for now, those thoughts of guilt had been warred against and lost.

Cassian came jogging in loudly suddenly and he sighed in relief when he spotted them. “Thank the fucking Cauldron you are both awake,” he panted. “Az? How are your hands?”

“Hurt, but they’re fine,” Azriel dismissed. “How bad were they?”

“You do not want to know,” Cassian replied.

“I would,” Eris spoke up. “After all, who knows how to heal burns better than the Fire Lord who deals them out?” He said. But luckily, his tone was lighthearted. No guilt to be seen. If there was, Azriel would’ve slapped the back of his head to reprimand those feelings.

Cassian hesitated, but then sighed. “Skin was practically melted off. Some parts were down to the bone. Bloody as hell,” he briefly described.

Azriel sucked in a breath, gazing down at his own hands. How had he not felt that? Apparently, his concern over Eris had been that powerful. Eris also seemed frozen in shock.

Cassian shrugged. “They looked better after Madja used all her healing magic on them. I think the only thing she was concerned about was the potential damage to your sense of touch, Az. Like, light touches.”

Azriel hummed in response. “It certainly wouldn’t be any different than the aftermath of my old injury,” he admitted. “Just takes a few years for it to return to normal.”

Cassian hummed. “Well, anyway, I was just coming here to check up on you,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

“We’re fine,” Azriel assured his brother. After a moment of hesitation, he sighed and said, “Thank you, Cass. You kept a level head.”

Cassian scoffed. “Someone had to. You should’ve seen Rhys. He was practically catatonic with the mental battle. I’m surprised his or your head didn’t burst. Or Eris’s for that matter.”

Eris chuckled softly at that, but didn’t say anything. Azriel glanced at him before stretching his arms out best he could without the use of his hands. “Anyway, we’re off to get clean,” he declared.

“Tell Rhys the Autumn Court isn’t getting one of my brothers as ruler just yet,” Eris joked.

Cassian chuckled and nodded. “Don’t die,” he replied with a snicker before walking back where he came from. Wing beats told them that he’d actually left.

Madja was walking back in too. “While I’d rather keep your hands wrapped, Azriel, I do agree that you two need to bathe,” she explained. “I’ll unwrap them, but they’re going back on immediately after.”

The shadows floated towards her, some settling on the bandages of his hands as if in question to continue the order she gave them last time.

“I believe it will be alright if he sees his hands now, my friends,” Madja told them with a sweet smile. “Let’s get them unwrapped now.”

Barely fifteen minutes later, Azriel and Eris were sitting together in the bathtub, mostly just relaxing. Azriel pulled his hands up out of the lukewarm water (more strict instructions from Madja) to examine them. His old scars… were almost gone. As if burned or melted away. Instead, deep indents remained. His hands felt as if they had lost weight and he couldn’t move his fingers yet, but Madja had told him the muscles still needed time to realize they weren’t melted anymore.

Regardless, it looked odd. The skin was pulled tight. But something felt off about them.

Eris put a hand on his wrists to put his hands back in the water and draw his attention. “It’ll just take time,” Eris assured him.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of burns this bad,” Azriel admitted.

“I have,” Eris said. “Normally it took a few years, but they did eventually heal if they survived the initial burning.”

Azriel hummed. “Guess you’ll be doing the paperwork for a while,” he joked.

Eris scoffed, smiling. “Indeed I will,” he agreed.

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A/N: hope you enjoyed (and cried at least once because I SOBBED while writing this)

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EPISODE 8 - THOUGHTS

I dont think this was Ryan's intention but by attempting to make Aemond seem more deranged and 'humanise' everyone else, the show has accidentally made Aemond seem the most rational on team Green LMAO. Like? Yea no like, this episode - no baby g I get you. What the fuck is going on?

Also likeeee why is he the only one making sense? Like no I think he actually was kinda justified in being really upset - obviously not to the degree of.... well uhhh.... mass murder... BUT in terms of being fed up with Alicent. No he is totally right. Alicent was the one who incited this war, she indoctrinated him and Aegon from birth to fight it, to go against Rhaenyra... and now that he is basically going up against like seven other dragons, he has NO choice but ask Helaena to fight because??? What else is he going to do? Sit around and die? And Alicent is just lowkey like "oh well there is another way" and it's like well... no the fuck there isn't girl. And you know what? Even though I get why Helaena refuses, Aemond DOES also have a point that - from his perspective, she has to take action as Queen and show a united front. He is basically fighting the war alone. So like? Girl I'd be mad as hell too if my sister had a big ass dragon and she refused to help. He definitely could have gone about it a different way, like uh... not assaulting her. But in principle he was fully justified in asking her. I mean look if it were me I'd be ready to SUIT UP AND SAY SIR YES SIR. but I'm a slut for the man so....

I think accidentally the show has become less tragic now that they continue to centre the show as Rhaenyra and Alicent's story over Rhaenyra and her siblings. I don't really want to see Alicent remorseful yet because... that's going to take away from her story overall and her arc when the dance is finally done? It was tragic in the books when Alicent's final wish was to be able to see her sons and daughter again. Like... I just... I mean okay hbo.

Criston Cole ate this episode. I loved his speech, I thought that whole scene was perfect. And honestly? Yes slay, finally he is cooking because I wanna die too rn King.

Helaena... I'm not sure what the fuck is going on with her and Daemon? I avoided those leaks and yea... that was weird as hell. Like even his face was like? What the fuck are YOU doing here? We've really spent no time developing her powers at all... and it's irritating to me. Because why would she be connected to the weirwood? Is this purely for the fact that she'll haunt Aemond once he gets to Harrenhal? Or.... was that just something fun to throw in there?

The CGI on the white walkers was.... I mean... clearly all the budget been going to the Velaryons wigs cause they have been EATING it up.

Speaking of that I love Rhaena so fucking much. She's become my new favourite on the Blacks. However not showing her claiming sheepstealer is a criminal offence.

Jace was eating again. He spoke nothing but facts and I get why he is mad too.

Ulf is fucking annoying.

Daenerys has always BEEN that bitch and will always be that bitch. So clock that.

Alys is??? Again... helping the Blacks? So... what does that mean for her relationship with Aemond? I guess... well, I guess I can only assume she'll be working to lead him to his doom, right?

Rhaenyra slayed a little but I hate this cult leader thing. It's so weird, I want my rage filled mother who mourns her son.

Aegon... I miss him for some fucking reason. But weird mention of his dick being chopped off.

Still no sign of Maelor.

Daeron yea yea I know everyone is quaking but it doesn't really matter since? I mean... this is unpopular opinion - but I'd rather he be cut then bring him in and have him be super irrelevant and take up precious screentime.

The pirate shit was fun, but three whole scenes? Again? THREE ENTIRE SCENES... when we still need to wrap up major plot points? Couldn't that have been achieved in two scenes?

Allyn ate Coryls up and I'm glad about it. That's what you get for being a deadbeat dad and cheating on your wife.

Love Addam, whom also ate Ulf up. I absolutely am pro Addam atm.

Baela being useless again.... which disappoints me... but at least she got another scene with Jace, instead of giving her an arc that explores the complexities of her relationship with Daemon.

And well...... Simon? His ass is cute and quaint.

Anyway, a part of me is lowkey excited to see Aemond fuck shit up. I honestly. I know I talk about what a shit bitch he is but, girl I LOVE HIM. Like LMAOOOO his ass so crazy and mad and as the youngest sibling myself, I lowkey get why he is so fucked off with his useless ass family. I don't blame him at this point because if my mother did that shit to me after priming me for 18 to go to war and now she is basically like 'oh no I'd rather go skip in the fields' girl.... it would be on sight.

That being said this was a solid episode with some beautiful moments. And as always 99% of the actors were incredible, the score and the cinematography was unbelievable. And if this were episode 8 out of 10 I would be UNBELIEVABLY excited. But because it's the finale... I feel a tad underwhelmed.

I am going to go back and rewatch this season to check in and see how it flows. But yea, it is missing that magic season 1 had. I'm not sure what it is.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hi! Can I request a love triangle headcannons with Johan & Eli? Thank you in advance 💙

I'll be honest. My response is late but I have been thinking a lot about this dynamic ever since I've seen this. In a word: stressful.

Have... whatever the hell this is. And thanks for requesting anon!

Johan Seong/Reader/Eli Jang love triangle hc

This is not a joke. In this essay I will...

Yikes, you're really picking the two with the lowest tolerance for romantic bullshit?

Listen. Any sort of love triangle involving Johan Seong is the worst kind of headache you can ever imagine. See - one night of PAID FRIENDSHIP with Jace Park.

This guy does. not. share.

You really don't want to bring out those sort of mushy squishy feelings from Johan and not fully reciprocate it. What's worse though, is he will not confess so you have to be observant and perceptive yourself.

Give him a definitive yes or a no.

And Eli Jang is pretty guarded with romance after Heather. He's trying to be a good father to Yenna while also taking care of Hostel or whatever the fuck this dumbdumb is upto these days so he doesn't have time for romance.

Having feelings for you brings a lot of turmoil and stress that is very much unwelcomed. Thinks about you a lot. Playing happy family in his head once all this blows over.

Eli's a very busy guy and doesn't seek you out, though will call and message quite a bit. Just to talk to you and be friendly, even though this is completely not the type of thing he does.

How a love triangle could work

The only way I would see this working is if you are not aware of their feelings for you. If you do know and keep stringing them along, they will definitely peace out asap.

Them being aware of each other's feelings won't be a dealbreaker, but during the more... difficult moments, they might just think it is more effort than it's worth with everything else happening around them.

Surprisingly little crossover between these two. There was their fights quite a while back, but Eli and Johan are very much like two ships passing. Similar arcs with being Gun's successors and being trained by Tom Lee.

Basically, you're never going to really see them together but they WILL give you a migraine.

So. Some actual headcanons

These are opposites in many ways.

Eli will try to take up your time mentally, but Johan will almost always physically be around. Trailing after you, being with you.

If you get some pings on your phone, Johan's guard would immediately go up. Who is that?? Would never outright ask, the irritation simmering below the surface and jealousy exhibiting through other actions.

Similarly, take too long to respond back to Eli then he will start having all these doubts. Less about his actual feelings for you, but more on the timing and whether seeking you out is a good idea at all.

And because there is so little interaction between these two, unfortunately you are stuck in the middle.

AND they seem like the type that would always harbour a grudge against each other for their previous run ins (especially Johan), and see each other as competition. Vying for your affection is just another way for them to butt heads.

Eli through the phone: "tell Johan I can always give him a haircut, he looks like he needs one." Johan, being so quick-witted, will probably respond with "fuck off" and give you the cold shoulder for days.

Or Johan will hide your phone or distract you so much that you forget to respond back to Eli or completely miss his call.

They're both hot and cold in different ways. Johan will be mad at his feelings for you, stay away, and then find he can't. During his sweeter moments, he will be around you a lot, something of a lost puppy. But when he's at his most childish and selfish worst, he will vanish for ages leaving you to worry.

As mentioned, Eli will just be constantly fretting about the timing of this and feeling guilty about speaking to you when his focus should be elsewhere. So he might go quiet and pull away for a bit. Eventually, you'll contact him and then he'll think hearing your voice, reading your texts, occasionally seeing your face makes it worth it though.

In summary

Good fucking luck with these two.

The best advice is to be perceptive of their feelings for you then stay in one goddamn lane.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Even More New HOTD OCs

I have a problem i admit it (blame @ginevrastilinski-ocs and @ocmerunaway) , need to figure out their titles so i can add them to the masterlist

1 – Cira Waters in Nobody's Daughter (Florence Pugh); x Jace – Cira is a bastard girl on Dragonstone who one day accidentally runs into The Cannibal, almost dies but ends up claiming him (does not know that she's a dragon rider), Jace goes to investigate the chaos and finds this random bastard girl riding him

She inspires the idea of looking for more dragon riders

2 – Jaella Targaryen in In The Blood (Poppy Drayton) – one of Saera Targaryen's bastard's child from across the Narrow Sea, at some point Rhaenys, without telling anyone, decides to fly across the narrow sea to talk to her aunt Saera, Jaella decides to come back with her (just not sure about when, if she's back with them for Lord Of The Tides or not until the war)

3 – Sarisa Celtigar aka Lady Waters in If You Love Me For Me (Marina Ruy Barbosa); x Aegon & Aemond – inspired by Barbie Princess And The Pauper. Sarisa is from the Celtigar family (a noble house in the Crownlands), her father is not the heir though. Her parents liked to live beyond their means and incurred a lot of debt, in order to pay it off, their only child (Lady Sarisa) was sold to a pleasure house in flea bottom. The agreement was an upfront fee for her purchase, her virginity would be auctioned off to the highest bidder (Aegon) and her parents get 50% of that cost, and then some percentage of the earnings from every other client who pays for her

it's known that she used to be a lady but having been sold by her parents, she is now seen as no more than a bastard hence Lady Waters (mocking her having once been a lady, as well as mocking her having been disowned/forsaken by her parents); westeros version of My Parents Sold Me To One Direction

Aemond has to go get Aegon from a brothel again (maybe when everyone is there in Lord Of The Tides), as they're leaving they witness a kerfuffle in the streets, where one of the gold cloaks is about to kill this girl, claims she assaulted him, Aegon and Aemond are very confused by it all. What actually happened is that the gold cloak tried to assault her and she pushed him off but knocked him into something – she works at a brothel but this man wasn't trying to pay her, he decided that since she was a sex worker he could just take what he wanted

and Aemond doesn't know why but he defends the girl and brings her back to the Keep, which basically spirals into "it's her word against his so there's no proof that this is what happened" mixed with "even if she was free to leave and go back to the brothel, there's nothing stopping the gold cloak from going back tonight and killing her"; Aegon is already married and can't do much, Aemond still doesn't know what he's doing or why but basically ends up claiming her as his future bride and they're both very confused.

At first it's her being Aemond's intended but being with Aegon, and then eventually they just share her and she's very happy

4 – Valaenyra Targaryen in Family Tree (Anya Chalotra); x Alicent – Valaenyra is lowkey ripping off my Game Of Thrones oc (with the same face), Nymeria of Volantis. She is Saera Targaryen's daughter, meets Daemon and Laena when they're in the free cities and they kind of take her in (she's similar age to Laena, they're super close and see each other as sisters) and she returns with Daemon & the girls for Laena's funeral, goes super mama dragon protecting all of the kids during the big fight in Driftmark, but also becomes close with Alicent – doesn't agree with taking Luke's eye but agrees with "how the fuck does calling someone a bastard justify a child losing his eye???"

[iaus]

okay. i figured it out. putting this under a read more because i'm absolutely fucking bonkers and this went deeper than i expected to.

wall of text under the read more eheheh.

let's start out with jace (my beloved) who made making a character sheet so easy by being an obviously straight up sorcerer. i'm making the assumption that all teachers at aguefort somehow got to level 20. and here is what i came up with using standard array, no rolls:

strength: 10 (+0) dexterity: 14 (+2) constitution: 17 (+3) intelligence: 8 (-1), it is a 5 in my heart but i'm not messing with numbers for standard array purposes. wisdom: 12 (+1), which i think is in line with canon because i feel like i remember him having to make a WIS save and bleem said he only had a +1 charisma: 20 (+5), i think an argument could be made for his CHA to be higher but i don't... remember him doing any damage spells or having to make and CHA saves so. again, for standard array purposes i'm leaving it. he's at least 22 CHA in my heart.

but so with all the numbers out of the way... that leaves figuring out spell splots/subclass. because of fanfic (do i need to namedrop? we know what fic) i went with divine sorcerer.

gave him heightened, subtle, quickened, and careful metamagics but could be convinced of others.

for feats i lined him up with:

fey touched: misty step without giving up a learned spell slot as well as a +1 to CHA bringing it to 18 actor: +1 charisma to bring CHA to 19 as well as advantage on deception and performance checks when trying to pass yourself off as a different person. prodigy: expertise to deception as well as proficiency with a language and tool kit didn't think about language or tool proficiency... but i am strangely fond of jace having proficiency with a forgery kit. skill expert feat for another +1 to round him out to CHA 20 (as well as expertise in persuasion).

now i also figured that even if he isn't an adventurer, he might have some gear so gear wise i gave him a ring of protection, bloodwell vial +3 (brings his spell save to a whopping 22), and a barrier tattoo (rare) which sets him at a comfortable 18 AC and takes up 3 attunement slots. (i know he did not have 18 AC but i love him more than bleem)

now. spells.

taking into consideration that jace has canonically used or implied to use: enlarge/reduce, misty step, counterspell, bigby's hand, and flesh to stone (which... i hadn't realized was a sorcerer spell), and detect magic. that leaves SOME wiggle room with the rest of his spells.

this is the spell list i generated thinking about my own characterization of him and considering that i think he might've been more used for control magics and they probably would have used oisin for more offensive stuff since... wizard.

and as i was typing this i realized that jace and oisin did use some sort detect thoughts or something.... though. it could have also been a dominate spell? anyway.........

cantrips to level 2

3 to 5

and finally 6 to 9.

so OF COURSE this is gonna be so different to what bleem used because he probably used an npc stat block and just added very minimal flavor to it. but this is what i've come up with.

now. porter is a lot more straightforward literally between my textpost about his multiclass split to now i finished his sheet.

once again i used standard array. and made him an 18 barbarian path of the zealot, and 2 level paladin. he does not get an oath with only 2 paladin levels which i think works for his narrative.

strength: 20 (+5), however i do want it noted that porter HAS to have a 27 to strength to get his +8 and his +14 to strength saves and athletics checks. dexterity: 14 (+2) constitution: 17 (+3). considering that bleem said porter was health over AC, this means he has to have something artificially inflating his CON or just basic hit points. because a barb/pal multiclass with average dice is only 190 HP which for a bbeg is laughable. (again, i know that bleem did not use actual character sheets but, pre-final fight bear with me) intelligence: 8 (-1), his INT is also a 5 in my heart but not messing with standard array. wisdom: 12 (+1) charisma: 13 (+1), i do think that porter has more charisma than this. he is genuinely a creepy guy, but i think he's at least a +2 maybe even a +3. but i digress. i used standard array.

now for feats. i selected these with the thought in mind that porter's (pre-final fight) weapon is a vicious maul (extra +2d6 on crits) and i'm ASSUMING he's just going for straight damage which is scary.

Great Weapon Master Crusher (+1 to STR) which basically gives him the ability to once per turn push a creature away from him if he hits it with bludgeoning damage. it ALSO gives him advantage on a creature he scores a crit that does bludgeoning on until the start of his next turn.... scary opportunity attacks Athlete (+1 to STR) and makes it so it only takes 5 feet of your movement to stand when knocked prone, climbing doesn't take extra movement, and you can make a running jump with only 5 feet of movement vs 10 ability score increase (+1 STR, +1 CON) brings STR to 20 and CON up to 16 for a +3

now with the paladin multiclass, porter does not get access to the barb capstone and instead gets access to 2 paladin spells and smites. however, with this multiclass he can only smite twice.......... like bro....... LOL

his extra stuff is funny because he only has 10 lay on hands charges so he can technically get rid of disease/poison but only twice per long rest LOL. 2 divine sense which eh. and then 6 rage charges which isn't bad. but. i digress.

anyway. this was more of a huge thought exercise in order to justify what i'm doing in my fic. and also to think through if i really do want to multiclass my own barb.

funnily enough...... realized path of zealot gives me some wiggle room with stuff.... ehehehe.

[astrxlfinale]

🌿 Author portrait. Get to know the author behind the blog! repost, do not reblog.

Basics.

Name/nickname: Jace. (Has been my net handle for forever.) The Grumpy Ass.

Age: 32! I am indeed made of all bones and walking canes now.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Years of writing: Since my mid-teens. It really started around the time I first got a computer at my grandma's old place. Was able to watch overseas shows then one thing led to another.

Reflection.

Why did you pick up writing?: For me if was to answer one simple thing. 'What if', and that itself could be tied to countless scenarios that wouldn't be shared in canon continuity. Initially it was what do the characters do off the screen, then it edged to getting more detailed, to what new journeys or shared moments could they have? It led to a hell of a fun snowball effect. Coming onto different platforms and seeing it was shared or that other folks were ahead of the curved served as some fun motivation. In all the good, bad and deadass kinds of wild. It led to another 'what if' to answer, and still is being answered to this day with the RP hobby.

Do you have any writing routines?: My methods for knocking out replies are to always actively read the post. (no duh Jace), BUT, this comes with the idea on how to blend and extend. How can I give the post offered to me its due diligence and reactions, but how can I equally build off that by ensuring there's enough content to be responsive to for my RP partner? I let my character perceive to find their voice in terms of response and actions during this process.

Afterwards once I got the framework in my head, I kick on some tunes I genuinely enjoy getting it all doled out with the metaphorical meat and potatoes.

That said when it comes to scrounging up not muse per say, but that certain line of writing that I'm satisfied with? I just hop back to old works (fan made and official) that really worked those writing wrinkles in my head. There's some content that vividly let my fingers flow to 'paint a picture', in either emotion or literal presence in scene setting.

What's your favorite part about writing?: For me it'd just be bringing feeling to a scene. To give a very easy ground for anyone, experienced or new in this kind of thing to just feel the said scene. Not as some realistic one for one, but as a means to let their imagination comfortably sit in the drivers seat and have these elements expand before it. Tied with that is being able to find neat/cool ways to highlight my own muse's emotions through writing, letting it so volatile in it's creativity and their said emotions in said scenario.

Three things you like about your writing.

One. I really enjoy how shameless my writing can be. Honestly speaking, my personal taste never really clashed well with 'refinement'. It's blunt and broad, it holds energy and isn't ashamed to really let that be. I feel like that essence of 'voice' within writing is an important fundamental for me enjoying it. In hand with this, it's also why I never could actively write like other authors, and trying to say write similar to how a series does would never great great results from me. I want to carry that particular voice that varies with my muses, and have it flourish with what they also bring to the table.

Two. One thing I've also become proud of is details. Coming from a point where text based dialogue writing was my main bread and butter, watching the change in how it actually expanded has been like night and day for me. In particular, being able to describe a scene in these warm, cold or chaotic ways, adding that touch of whimsical flare to my posts as well. It's primarily why I get my kick from always having some fantasy in my settings, old age, modern or futuristic all the same. I love when I can get to use all the extra detail as extensions.

Three. This isn't tied into the act of writing in itself. Now days however I have to say I really improved on the aspect of proper plotting. My main issue was that I used to make it sound either too much like a script, or I got so creativity locked that it actually sucked the fun out the process for me. Taking some new approaches to the RP hobby has actually ironed out this detail, and I've come to see the incredible amounts of fun that can be held with it too. I intend taking the utmost advantage as well.

A question for the next person.

Write a question for the next person to answer. Once you've answered it, leave a new question for someone else to answer.

When life throws you lemons, and gets you down, does writing become something that you're drawn to as to get you through it, or do you feel like it does the opposite?

For me it'd be the absolute opposite. My creativity first and foremost is tied to me having a good mood. Being in more negative headspaces generally makes me harder to approach, so normally I wouldn't frequent any social angles for a prolonged period while I get that ironed out. It becomes a case of contrasting gears that are heavily rusted.

This is why I often put emphasis on this being a hobby for me. To me, it's similar as to booting up a video game for example and giving it a good spin. A more downtrodden me is moreso being a slough and not really wanting to move, outside of just watching tv while being a bump on a log. Stuff like that needs genuine time for me or a key situation involving said scenario to really iron out those kinks.

It leaves a bad taste for my type of character let that touch of escaping get involved.

New question: What are your favorite details that you enjoy to highlight about your muse through writing? Is a physical element? A measure of character that holds the most flare? This can have multiple answers or a solitary one.

Tagged by: @araneitela Look at you dive bombing me with this. Thank you kindly homegirl.

Tagging: Any and all can proceed to take part! What's your writing lore, let the fine details fly out.

[ladystarksneedle]

Since a lot of leaks regarding season 2 have been coming out, these are some of the ones I liked or would like to see adapted on the show based on what I've read mostly on Tumblr and Reddit:

1. Rhaenyra flying on dragonback to Shipbreaker's bay to find what remains of Luke and Arrax and basically her mourning. Emma Darcy is very good at portraying emotions of grief and loss so it'll make for a good scene as well as show Rhaenyra's determination going forwards.

2. Aemond may have one scene talking with Vhagar about what he's done and the consequences going forwards. Now this is really speculation and probably based on one of the fanarts going around which was very very beautiful but I would love to see this.

3. Alicent and Helaena share a moment before Aemond's arrival where Helaena tells her she's pregnant. We don't really know if Maelor already exists currently and I don't know how her being pregnant would fit with the book timeline and the Bitterbridge incident later on but it'll be nice nonetheless to see any scenes of Helaena at this point before B & C

4. Corlys and Rhaenys' involvement with their grand daughters. Exploring their relationship, their concerns regarding the future and their involvement in the war. Rhaena and Baela helping out and basically just contributing towards their cause and just more scenes of the Velaryons in general.

5. Jaehaerys' funeral scene. Alicent giving a speech but getting too choked up and Criston vowing he'll be avenged.

6. Alys Rivers roasting the fuck out of Daemon. Now this is primarily based on the casting video of Emily Beecham but I read somewhere they'll have another version of this. Cannot wait to see Gayle Rankin as Alys and the vibe she brings because Alys is quite a mysterious character with questionable motivations in the book and I want to see how the showrunners are going to translate that from paper to screen.

7. Daeron. I would like to see him introduced in Oldtown preferably and him flying Tessarion to light the Hightower green declaring war, as per one leak or even introduced in king's landing and his estranged relationship with the rest of his family. Anything works at this point.

8. Sara snow. Does she exist? Or was she just a made up character to distract from Cregan and Jace's relationship. I'm happy to see it play out either way.

9. The Dragonseeds. There's a picture going around which looks like the Red sowing featuring actors who are probably playing High Hammer, a genderbent Ulf the white and Nettles. There are pictures of Alyn Velaryon maybe? on the beach of Dragonstone so that whole arc is intriguing.

10. Larys strong. A deeper dive into a hint of his motivations, helping the greens, his underhand rivalry with Mysaria. Is it going to impact B & C ? How does he go about in the aftermath, his reaction to Daemon taking Harrenhal, involvement in the small council etc etc.

[thundersnowstorm]

ok now that hotd s2 is done, some Thoughts on it overall

what i liked

alicent and rhaenyra, i mean. what else can i say. their inverted arcs of love and duty being the heart of the show is killing me, can't believe i got the lesbian divorce drama of my dreams

HARRENHAL. ALYS. some of the coolest scenes in the show, i can't believe the writers made me like daemon by pinning him down like a butterfly and showing how wonderfully pathetic he can be

oscar tully you will always be famous To Me

the cinematography was just beautiful. yeah some of the shots were a bit too on the nose, but i love a metaphor, what can i say

i was initially hesitant about the choice of abubakar salim for alyn, just because he's basically twice the age of fifteen year old alyn in the book, but i take it all back, his monologue in the finale was EXCELLENT, and i'm very excited to see his evolution towards being oakenfist

aegon absolutely killing it this season, going from ecstatic king to grieving father to broken man. the scenes with larys have been excellent, and their dynamic has even more potential going forward

they finally gave jace a personality (bastardphobia) and i for one am loving it. i no longer hope jakey dies

the sowing of the seeds. the cracks in the facade of targaryen exceptionalism while a litany of blond haired smallfolk are led like lambs to the slaughter while rhaenyra watches. ahhhhh

the choice to give rhaenyra a single line in all of ep one as she grieves luke silently, only to speak to demand the death of aemond was so good

yes parts of it were slow (although the number of dragon scenes, including a dragon battle, in this season kind of undercuts that criticism imo) but the groundwork has absolutely been laid for the upcoming battles, i'm so excited

actual attention paid to thematic growth and the toll of war on the smallfolk? d&d left absolutely shaking in their boots

what i disliked

ultimately the biggest flaws can be attributed to the choice to have only eight episodes instead of the usual ten, which feels like it's somehow due to the sag-aftra strike. i loved ep 8 but it did feel more like a penultimate episode, not a finale

corlys, despite being hand of the queen, was a pretty passive character this season. some of this can be attributed to the grief over the loss of his wife, but i still think they wasted a good amount of his narrative potential

nettles :( i get the need to cut one of the dragonseeds, it's the logical place, but ulf would make more sense to cut imo, nettles is much more interesting character to explore the question of if valyrian blood is even needed to ride a dragon. i can't tell at all where they're trying to go with rhaena as sheepstealer's rider, since none of this lines up well with her post-dance arc, and i think keeping her dragonless until the hatching of morning makes her a much more interesting foil to the more martial baela

speaking of baela, i think the writers are ultimately just struggling to give characterization to the twins when quite honestly, the source material doesn't give them much to work with. but there's a lot more they could've used baela for, especially in exploring how the daemon/ rhaenyra rift was affecting all the blacks, especially his kids, or in adding some /actual/ conflict with the inheritance of driftmark.

the harrenhal scenes were too good to be tied up with that prophecy nonsense. hotd does so much better when it acts as a standalone from got, no one needs a reminder of season 8 here. as ambiguous motivation for rhaenyra's ambitions to be the prince who was promised, it works, but bringing in the actual song of ice and fire, when that's a story 170 years separated from the dance, feels like cheap pandering. and helaena suddenly showing up via telecom in the vision was honestly just hackey, it felt minimizing to use her that way when daemon was the one to kill her son

rhaenyra kissing mysaria was an excellent choice but we needed like, one scene where mysaria's motivations were properly explored by talking to someone other than a targaryen. she's got too much potential as a character to just be a loyal vassal to rhaenyra

the tyrosh scenes were fun but parts of it felt somewhat, uh, reminiscent of got's depiction of dorne? just vaguely orientalist in a weird way

overall a good and fun time, albeit with some flaws, i love my dragon lesbians

[practically-an-x-man]

your OCs have been given an all expenses paid vacation for them and 3 other people! who do they bring and where do they go?

Ooooh, interesting! Thank you!

Rae: Warren of course, her best friend Anna (Ah-na, an OC, not Anna Marie), and Raven. They're going to Iceland to enjoy hot springs and the Aurora Borealis!

Robin: She'll try to coordinate something with her siblings - with four of them already taken care of, they can all chip in to cover the others so they can all go - and would go to Ireland both to see some touristy things and reconnect with their extended family there.

Madison: She and her three adopted sisters are off to go visit as many national parks as they can! It was a key part of Madison's childhood and it would mean a lot to her to pass that on.

Ophelia: She's taking Peter, her dad, and Norman (though they're likely to split into pairs and do their own thing for most of the trip) and they're headed to London, Paris, or Rome - somewhere with a lot of history and knowledge to explore.

Gia: Oh, she's hard-pressed to go anywhere. She's probably sending that trip to her family or friends and choosing to stay home herself, it would be so much anxiety that she wouldn't enjoy a moment of it.

Jasper: Double-date! Him and Kyle, and then one of his derby friends and their partner. I'm not sure where they'd go... maybe a trip to New York, and they could catch a production of Rocky Horror on Broadway.

Kestrel: This one's tough since they've already travelled to most of the globe for their ventures with the Knights... but I could see them taking Warren, Kendra, and Seth, and going somewhere really adventurous, like Costa Rica for spelunking or something.

Quinn: Honestly, a little time to relax would be a really good thing for her. Maybe a cruise - swimming/floating is good for her joints, her choice of activities without having to go very far, full opportunity just to lounge if she's not up for something bigger, and... let's be real, it's a lot of entitled rich people she can steal from in an enclosed space. She'll take Billy of course, and will invite Javier and Camille to come along and fill those extra 2 slots.

Katherine: Somewhere with a lot of history and culture to appreciate... probably Cairo. And since vacationing with Ahk is basically impossible, given his whole situation, she's bringing Emily and Jace and ignoring that third slot. Best friends vacation!

Eris: He's been all over the globe and back again, there's no where he hasn't seen. They're passing the invite over to Rick under strict instructions that he needs to rest and enjoy himself... but is somehow still surprised when Rick invites him along anyway (along with Harley and Ivy so they can double-date).

Nikoletta: She's never really travelled anywhere before (Corto Maltese was legitimately the only time she's been outside the continental US), and isn't really sure where she'd go. If anything, she's either inviting Harley and letting her pick (since she's sure to pick something fun), or will do the old spin-the-globe trick to pick somewhere. Who she invites entirely depends on who wants to go - Abner's her first choice, but he could go either way on travel, Cleo depends on where they decide to go, and Harley's down for anything.

Jimmy: He's lived in NYC his whole life (and afterlife), and doesn't really intend to leave. But that works out - Lars, Lucky, and Phoebe aren't from NYC and never really explored the city much, so he'll use the money to plan out a whole touristy vacation for them and show them all the sights.

[thesilverlady]

I think the reason of this whole (Aemond is sweet kid) is because Ryan tried to merge Daeron's character with Aemond. In the book Aemond has never been described as "gentle" "polite" he has been always described as fierce since birth (it has nothing to do with the eye incident) while Daeron on the other hand has been described as the gentlest and most popular one of Alicent's son. I just hate this boner that Ryan has for Aemond. The fact that he nerfed Aegon (the literal claimant of the other side) and not only that but managed to vilify Jace,luke,baela and rhaena just to give a sob story to that psycho???? Like wtf he was thinking? Baela and Rhaena weren't there during the fight but also Aemond literally assaulted 3yr Joffrey does that screams bullied kid to you Ryan??! I wonder how Aemond's fanboy ryan is going to portray the absolute hell Aemond will bring in the riverlands. Or how he will enslaves a woman and take her as his "war prize"

Watch him rewrite aemond's entire arc and lines during the war 💀 I mean look at Criston Cole, there was no doubt that man was evil and a misogynistic incel in the book and now due to the show people think of him as a poor working class man ✊ (completely ignoring the fact that he was a son of some minor house not some poor peasant)

I'll admit, I never thought of Daeron being merged into Aemond but now that you mentioned it I kinda see it. Originally i thought they were trying to take Jace's characteristics (being good with the sword, having leadership skills, being studious etc) to put them into Aemond but given how the triggering of the war was no different from the book (basically Aemond gets pissed and makes dumb decisions) that's definitely not the case.

It's so weird because I'm pretty certain they've confirmed Daeron will appear in s2 and given how there wasn't a single mention of his existence in s1 I'm curious how they'll make it work (I suspect they'll just pretend to have never ignored him).

Ryan definitely has some beef with all the team black characters because there's no explanation why every single character of the show is so terrible written. Jace and Luke being made into bullies was already ooc but why on earth were Jace & Luke given the personality of a burnt toast? I know the latter doesn't have lots going on in f&b but Jace was an active character in the story. We know him

I won't even touch Baela & Laena being there. They had no business but given how they had 0 screentime before Ryan had to figure out a way to insert them and remind people they exist and will be important to the story. Of course this leads to another terrible chain of events 'cause both the twins were hurt and Daemon stared like an old gossipy lady instead of idk, checking his daughters? Furthering hurting his character too.

Listen, all the episodes were a mess but I can write an essay about how monstrous ep4 and ep7 are and how they do the most damage to every single character that shows up on screen.

[troutfur]

A guide to Augur AU

As my longest solo project (sans a guest addition) and most developed AU, as well as on a request from an anon, I thought I'd make an introduction post and masterlist to the sprawling mess that is augur AU. So, without further ado!

So, what is Augur AU?

Augur AU is the universe in which my series to Aaron and his sons is set. The basic premise is to flip the script on the medicine cats can't have kits rule. Now instead they must because the position is hereditary. They also engage in the making of marriage alliances by transfering their kids across Clan lines, because I really like arranged marriage and marriage alliance drama and it felt fitting to include.

I first floated the concept way back when I was still posting Warriors content to my main blog (@aerial-jace). Since then I've talked a lot about my ideas and worldbuilding for this universe. I consider the Ao3 series the only definitive source of canon, any concept I throw around on my blog is subject to chane at any time for any reason unless it's already been established in an entry on the series.

Why is it called to Aaron and his sons?

The title is a Biblical reference, more specifically it is pulled from Numbers 3:5-10 as quoted in the NIV (New International Version) translation.

5 The Lord said to Moses, 6 “Bring the tribe of Levi and present them to Aaron the priest to assist him. 7 They are to perform duties for him and for the whole community at the tent of meeting by doing the work of the tabernacle. 8 They are to take care of all the furnishings of the tent of meeting, fulfilling the obligations of the Israelites by doing the work of the tabernacle. 9 Give the Levites to Aaron and his sons; they are the Israelites who are to be given wholly to him. 10 Appoint Aaron and his sons to serve as priests; anyone else who approaches the sanctuary is to be put to death.”

The passage refers to the establishment of the two priestly castes present in Judaism, the levites and the kohanim, which felt appropriate for a series all about exploring the concept of medicine cat as a hereditary priestly caste. Although the series is not meant to be a commentary on any real world religions, least of all Judaism, it still felt appropriate to turn to a Biblical reference for a title just due to how important and widely read the Bible is as a work of literature.

What is a patrician, an augur, and a matriarch/patriarch?

Patricians are the direct descendants of Moth Flight through the lineage of one of her kids: Blue Whisker, Bubbling Stream, Spider Paw, and Honey Pelt (or as the modern clans know them Mothflight, Bluewhisker, Bubblestream, Spiderpool, and Honeypelt). They are the only ones allowed to become augurs which is the term for medicine cats.

In order to not dilute the patrician status too much, only cats with an augur parent or grandparent are considered true patricians. Cats whose closest augur ancestor is a great grandparent don't qualify. So, for instance, while Sandstorm was an augur, neither her daughter Squirrelflight nor her granddaughter Sparkpelt were, thus her great grandchildren Nightheart and Finchlight aren't either.

A patriarch or matriarch is the most senior augur in a Clan, with preference for an augur born in the Clan they reside in. So, for instance, at the start of the story Sandstorm is the matriarch of ThunderClan and under her are the augurs: Leafpool (ThunderClan born) and Crowfeather (WindClan born). Although Crowfeather is 6 moons older than Leafpool, at Sandstorm's death it's Leafpool who gets the matriarch title instead of Crowfeather getting the patriarch title.

As the originators of the augur bloodline, Mothflight and Micah are often given the titles of The Matriarch and The Patriarch. Although it's usually Mothflight alone who's given a lot of press and importance given she was the one directly chosen by StarClan to be the first augur and he was just the matching set of chromosomes to create the lineage founders.

Fun aside about why I chose those terms particularly: I wanted to give them a Roman aristocracy vibe, particularly because in my research as I was looking for terms to replace medicine cat and such it came up that priestly offices in the Classical Greek and Roman world were often hereditary. Thus patrician for the caste, and augur (a term for a diviner/priest that reads the future in bird flight patterns) for the profession. Matriarch/patriarch was almost going to be materfamilias/paterfamilias, but I decided on English instead of Latin as to not seem too pretentious.

What is The Gift of the Patricians?

The Gift of the Patricians, also commonly called just The Gift, is a set of hereditary health conditions and neurodivergences that have been reinforced in the patrician bloodline through generations of intermarrying. These include traits that are seen as positive (such as autism or ADHD, seen as signs of closer spiritual connection to StarClan) as well as those that are seen as negative (such as hip dysplasia, a condition interpreted as a sign that the natural place of a patrician is inside the augurs' den and not out and about as a warrior).

Not all patricians are what the Clan cats call gifted but it's very, very common in the bloodline. Other conditions that often present in gifted individuals include but are not limited to: epilepsy, diabetes, and dementia. Jayfeather's blindness in particular is something I want to emphasize is NOT due to The Gift. It may be congenital but it is not genetic at all.

So, are the patricians all inbred?

Most are to a degree, yes! Outsider blood does enter the bloodline with some regularity. Sandstorm and Firestar, Ashfoot and Deadfoot, Leopardsun and Stonestar, and Littlecloud and Tawnypelt are all examples of augurs taking a mate outside the bloodline. But because of how important augurs are to the foreign policy of their Clan, they often are offered up to the augur of another Clan as a mate as a way to seal marriage alliances.

More often than not, an augur taking a non-patrician mate is done as a way to legitimize a controversial deputy choice or otherwise give them a popularity boost.

What's the family tree situation?

You can consult it right here. Beware spoilers, it goes all the way to Shadowsight and the plot of to Aaron and his sons is only just getting to late Po3. Might merit an update. The fact they don't go all the way back is intentional in most cases. For the sake of my sanity, the ThunderClan patrician lineage only goes as far back as Spottedleaf.

EXTRA!

Posts containing ideas I've thrown around for augur AU. Some explain background events a little more. Some touch upon the future of the series beyond the core plot of the Jayfeather & Willowshine arranged marriage love story. Some are possibilities I'm deliberating for said main plot.

A potential explanation for why Leopardsun and Stonestar are still lovingly married in spite of TigerClan

Unexplored Crowfeather angst

Why was Willowpaw born when her parents were relatively old?

Berrynose, Hazeltail, and Mousewhisker

The politics of WindClan

Ashfoot angst

Littlecloud & Tawnypelt

Daisy's second litter

Needletail's reaction to being roped into all this

SkyClan's reaction to this weird tradition

The current generation of ThunderClanners (Nightheart, Finchlight, Bayshine, Myrtlebloom, Graykit, Stemkit, and Bristlekit)

Frostpaw

As well there are dozens of mini AUs built off this one contributed on by the anons in my inbox. I could give y'all a guide to those as well, but this one has run on long enough.

Hope this was a useful introduction to augur AU for the uninitiated. Hope I can keep creating content y'all will enjoy.

[ladyhindsight]

Clary tells Alec and Isabelle about what she witnessed in the library. She also conveniently forgot the rings so they can’t go back to the Seelie Court, so instead of that the writing makes space for Alec’s personal journey to make poor decisions and underline what a terrible premise his relationship to Magnus really has.

The focus here is on romantic relationships. She, Clary, would never mistake Jace who she loves as he, Alec, would never mistake Magnus for anyone else. In a sense, they are more comparable because obviously if Clary, who has known Jace lesser time, wouldn’t mistake Jace, neither would Alec nor Isabelle. It wouldn’t make sense that Clary would compare herself to Jace’s family, to equate their levels of familiarity to each other, but I still personally don’t like that the aspect of romance is what brings Clary the credibility, not that of course she would recognize Jace, in relationship with him or not. I don’t know, just another nitpick.

Not necessarily. Also, how familiar are the Shadowhunters with terms belonging to mundane psychology? Because in TDA, they only familiarize themselves with such concepts, but overall it comes off as pick and choose, not that there is any consistency or logic behind the extent of their knowledge.

Clary is surprised that Alec would not risk Jace’s life just because Alec generally likes rules. Really, that is worth surprise?

Another nitpick, but it comes off as strange that Clary would directly quote what the Seelie Queen said, exact words of faerie speak, in order to reiterate what was said just some pages ago. It doesn’t come off as natural instead of just reiterating the core message of those words.

→ She said he probably wouldn’t be the same when we found him again.

Couple lines below it is told that those words are basically burnt in Clary’s memory, and I am not against her remembering them because the Nephilim have apparently incredible memory for any quotes Clare wants to incorporate into her writing. Also, conversely:

→ “She knew, remember?” Clary said. When you find him again, he may well not be quite as you left him. The Seelie Queens voice...

Because everyone was there to hear the queen say it, so Clary only needs to prod their memory a bit. Anyway.

Clary, Simon, Isabelle, and Alec agree to meet at Magnus’ place the next day because Alec lied about Magnus having work to do, because Alec himself wants to meet up with Camille. Alec is willing to halt their search for Jace because his obsession overwrites that, and I am not sure the narrative even recognizes this.

→ What he was doing was a mistake

→ Needing to know more about what? What Camille baited Alec about living forever? Clare’s stance has been that Alec only ever went to Camille because he wanted to learn more about Magnus, but it yet, at least, to be shown in the writing.

This happened in rather recently. Readers don’t need to be reminded where exactly it was.

→ This was where the letter the vampire subjugate had handed him had directed him to go.

I also forgot to point out this in that specific scene in chapter 3:

The figure glided toward him. He could tell nothing about it—no age or gender or species. The voice that came from beneath the hood was crackling and low.

Why does it matter when you already specified “nothing” which includes all those things as well? Only here it is revealed it was a vampire subjugate, which seems it is a new addition since Walker and Archer were both killed in City of Fallen Angels.

I didn’t remember this passage existed and was absolutely delighted it does, but at the same time it reinforces the issues Magnus and Alec’s relationship has. Magnus’ refusal to open up to Alec and by doing that giving Alec some comfort of not being trivial and actually a meaningful person in Magnus’s life.  Because at this point Magnus has just told it and done nothing to show it, which is why I sometimes don’t get all the vitriol Alec gets and Magnus is spared from, as if these issues never stemmed from Magnus himself.

Alec has no one to turn to. He can’t go to Magnus because it escalates into a fight (bravo, Alec). He apparently can’t go to Isabelle either. Jace is gone, and not like Alec and Jace in TMI have that kind of relationship where Alec’s issues take any of Jace’s brain space. Alec has no close friends, and I don’t think any words could ease Alec’s worry because he isn’t shown anything that he could grasp onto to trust his place in Magnus’ life.

Again, just my two cents.

Irrelevant.

→ She had a book open on her lap—La Place de l’Étoile by Patrick Modiano. The Place of the Star.

→ Alec’s breath quickened.

→ The approach to the issue of mortality is also strange because Alec as a Shadowhunter should already be extremely familiar with death and dying, especially young, so it’s weird that he finds aging and subsequently dying of old age so terrifying. Why? Because his life is quickly over and he meant little to Magnus? Why is Alec’s self-worth tied to his relationship to Magnus? Why, why, why anything really at this point.

→ Fuck Jace. Not everything Alec has trained and earned in skill needs to be tied to Jace. But Jace continues to be the focal point to everything even when he is not present. In City of Glass, there was also a passage reminiscent of this:

The demon, startled, began to turn, its yellow eyes like flaming jewels; Alec had time only to reflect that if he were Jace, he would have had something clever to say before he snatched the seraph blade from his belt and ran it through the demon. With a dusty shriek the demon vanished, the violence of its exit from this dimension splattering Alec with a fine rain of ash.           “Alec?” Magnus was staring at him. He had dispatched the remaining Iblis demons, and the square was empty but for the two of them. “Did you just—did you just save my life?”            Alec knew he ought to say something like, Of course, because I’m a Shadowhunter and that’s what we do, or That’s my job. Jace would have said something like that. Jace always knew the right thing to say.

Jace, Jace, Jace. Only if f Alec ever occupied as much of Jace’s narration.

So Alec and Camille fight. Alec apparently came to whoop her ass.

This is inappropriate on so many levels. Alec is only eighteen, and Camille is a jealous multi-centenarian, and I frankly find it disgusting that this is the approach Clare took. Looks, age, beauty, sex, because there is nothing else to get back at against these hollow characters. No here you are, betraying someone you claim to love or you came to me because you knew you couldn’t go to him or you came here because he could not give what you want. Something observational other than the sex life of a teenage boy??????????

I never understood why would this bait work? This should’ve been the end of discussion, because if I die, he has to die as well so he can never ever date anyone else again. Man, you’re dead at some point, what do you care what other people do with their lives? Some people are actually like this but these kind of thoughts are generally regarded negatively, so once again, I don’t get Clare’s approach with Alec’s character.

Maybe you shouldn’t spent your time and life with a person you don’t feel values you as much as you value them. Just maybe.

Cut to Clary who tries to draw runes and asks Jocelyn about how she got the protection ritual done to Clary because Clary was born in secret.

→ Clary doesn’t care who the Silent Brother was but cares who the warlock woman because it alludes to Tessa who, at this point, wasn’t revealed as a warlock yet in The Infernal Devices.

→ Convenient interruption because the man making the dinner can’t handle the water boiling over.

Cut to Jordan and Maia.

Only if Jordan was as “mindful” in the previous book.

→ Fuck Jordan’s hazel eyes.

→ This is brand new information?! This is the fifth book. This sort of info about the werewolves should be known at this point, not introduced almost at the end of the series. Imagine actually developing your fantasy world properly before beginning the series, because I can’t imagine Clary has been on and on about Luke’s blue eyes and Luke-blue eyes and never even thought to mention the gold rings around his pupils?? Or that he had them but were then explained when Clary came to know he was a werewolf. Seriously.

Again, why the heck does Jordan or Maia care about Jace and Shadowhunter business? What is it to them other than everyone’s world revolving around Jace?

→ I will never understand randomly throwing anyone’s surnames into the talk when you’ve talked about them using just by their first name.

→ Even Jordan and Maia are to have a discussions about Jace because why wouldn’t they? They have no relation to him, they are not friends, but they find time to talk about him instead of anything relevant to either of their lives. Also time to complement Jace’s looks. You know Jace is attractive when characters randomly mention it.

Jordan’s Hazel Eyes are quickly becoming a competitor to Jace’s Golden Eyes.

Jordan and Maia kiss again, but Maia backs out.

How does one read this and think, man, I hope they eventually get together despite the fact that Maia is extremely conflicted and uncomfortable with Jordan.

[eorzeashan]

Tell me more about 'Life Day'~

Alright, this one really gets me into the Xmas mood and it brings me no amount of joy to work on/think about because a) it's a silly feel-good oneshot, and b) whoa! Theron's here!

Basically, it takes place in the main timeline for my agent, which is where everything is all peaceful and he's retired- but his problems include adjusting to the hectic life of Coruscant with all its culture shock, babysitting Theron's nephew, and even worse: trying to celebrate Life Day for the first time while finding Theron a present amidst all this chaos. He only has until midnight, and Theron might also have the same idea while he pretends to be away on work.

As you can see, it's a dilemma for an ex-Imperial who will overthink affectionate gestures and still has the strange methods of a former assassin to deal with it, aka- not well. There's a lot of domestic conflict here where Orre tries his best to fit in with this strange new world and feel worthy of being a part of the warmth that Theron has brought to him, so he tries extremely hard to make a home that the other spy can return to...despite never having had that experience in all his life.

I should also mention that said nephew he has to babysit is the child of my friend's JK and Kira, who ended up non-force sensitive and doubly attached to Theron because of their similar backgrounds. His name is Din! Named after the late Master, of course. Because of the cousin-bond between Theron and the JK in this timeline, Orre is close friends with Kira in a sort of spouse club. It's pretty funny, especially for an agent who used to hate all force-users. Now he makes lunch for Master Satele weekly.

It's very family-centric, as you can tell. I'm hoping to touch on a lot of Theron's views of his own family since it's always been core to his character there too, but we'll see how it goes. He doesn't regret protecting his loved one from his late Father's ire on Iokath, but I'd like to pay Jace some respect too. He's not better than Master Zho though.

As two people who never had the luxury of coming home to a roaring fireplace or anyone to welcome them back, this WIP is a lot of firsts for spies who are finally coming in from the cold. No excerpt since I write way too out of order for it to be coherently posted, but I hope that gets the idea across.

[mtgpocketrealm]

Outlaws of Thunder Junction Opinions

Unrelated to the project, but related to mtg. Even though no one asked for it, I am very opinionated and thus, here we are.

That is my warning.

Blatant Lies from Customer Eyes

When we were introduced to the plane, we were told that it was devoid of life, at least sentient/sapient life.

Turns out that literal cactus men (should've been called cactuskin rather than cactusfolk, feels more prickly as a term to me, but that is unrelated) don't count as life. 'Oh, the people migrating to the plane didn't know' but guess who does know, the people making the game and going 'there is no life on Thunder Junction'.

Maro said something along the lines of 'every character there has a reason to be there even if not mentioned on cards or in the story'. No, that isn't how that works, if we don't see it, it doesn't actually exist. Multiple of the characters which have no reason to be on the plane are simply there because they are wanted to be there, not because it makes sense (rich coming from me, I know).

The story can't change

Jace and Vraska are uncompleted, which makes no sense, the had a significant portion of their bodies replaced with machinery. I have no issue with their minds coming back, but their bodies shouldn't come back, Jace using illusions to cover it so they appear normal is fine to me. To my knowledge btw, Jace's nervous system should be fucked along with Vraska's lower body and 'hair'. As far as I'm aware, Jace's mother isn't a literal god and is closer to a normal doctor, so they should both be omega dead with that logic of 'she gave them surgery'.

They should not be okay by any stretch of the imagination.

Speaking of Phyrexians, there is no remnants of Phyrexians on this plane, not even a field of rusted/decaying centurions, March of the Machines basically never happened except for the blurb mentioned on Eldraine of the sleeping curse.

Timeline Inconsistencies

The Atiim, a new nomadic people, are mentioned to have been on a number of planes before coming to Thunder Junction. I am making the assumption that the time between planes has become unified because there would be 'void omenpaths' where people enter but never exit due to being slower time on the other side. Which, unlike planeswalking time shenanigans, gets messy when everywhere is connected. As such, how many planes could these people have gone to when the omenpaths have only been around for about a year, maybe two. Like, the flavor text feels like it heavily implies that they know what they are doing hopping plane to plane as a group, moving around once, maybe twice or even thrice a year (one mentions 'a few seasons' as a frame of reference for how long they will stay at most). So like...when did they get their expertise? Where they a group of Planeswalkers who got desparked? That would help, but I do not understand that to be the case.

Missed Opportunities

In my humble opinion (humble because it doesn't matter, not because I myself am humble) there were two large missed opportunities.

The first, Jace and Vraska being uncompleated. It would be infinitely more interesting if they were compleated and seeking a way to New Phyrexia with this whole thing, their personalities slightly warped, using Jace's illusion magic to make them appear uncompleated in most situations, but still being compleated. Gives a better reason for this convoluted plot than 'I want to be able to go wherever I want and bring my girlfriend with me'. Though, that's fine, I just think it would be more interesting if they were evil for a while, avoiding walkers that could cure them (by stopping being walkers). Like, this mostly comes from 'cutting off norn stopped phyrexians' which I stand by is dumb, but this could've worked since the walkers were always more independent than actual phyrexians.

The second, was adding mystery to this card:

Change the name to something like 'Mind's Fear' or something and change the type to Jace Ashiok or Ashiok Jace, and finally, make the Jace half the completed version of him. That way he could look like CJace or Ashiok in the story with the logic of 'Ashiok is using the multiverse's fear of one of the most powerful compleated walkers who got away' or 'Jace is masquerading as Ashiok'. The mystery won't last obviously, but that would be a far cooler story beat, two walkers who would be equally bad to encounter and both being capable of masquerading as the other.

The Good

I like Jace and Vraska being an item, just feels correct given the obscene amount of time we've had 'will they won't they'.

I like the Formeri being a big thing.

I like that Loot, the Omenport, and the plane being named Thunder Junction, all imply that Omenpaths may have existed during the Coin Empire.

I really like the potential I see and that we will probably see some Formori in the sci-fi set.

But

I am extremely concerned that they will fumble the potential very hard as they did with WAR and MOM. It feels like they are doing things in the story 'because I said so' rather than 'because it could make sense'. Like, they sprint to the finish line of a plot and it has no lasting ramifications.

I'm not adding tags to these whenever I do them, but feel free to reblog with tags to have other people see this if you agree, or even if you disagree I guess. I may do this again if I feel strongly on another set, likely the conclusion ones because that seems to be where I feel strong feelings (strong feelings at how it wasn't a good conclusion recently).