#(( ''you will not get inheritance upon my death however''

[royalreef]

       She really should just make a pamphlet explaining ul’kiha to pass out to her partners, honestly.

[gojoidyll]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x F ! Reader

Part 1 | my broken maid

Warnings | abusive parents, mentions of death, grammatical errors, etc.

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Infinity Masterlist

year 1020 AD

GOJO SHINYA watched carefully. His blue eyes piercing into the back of a young maid dressed in a tattered kimono that she had to stitch up the patches herself, she worked tiredly, quietly, and most of all - she worked obediently. Her name, as he recalled, was y/n l/n. The firstborn of the l/n clan. But depsite being born in such a esteemed family she was hated all because she didn't inherit her family's cursed technique or the ability to see cursed spirits. For this reason, both her mother and father sought to have another child, and that they did. This time a young son of five years old who has already shown signs of having both inherited his father's and mother's techniques.

When he first visited the clan as it was his duty as the next clan head of the Gojo clan and the next lord of the land, his first thought upon hearing the news and seeing the girl was simply a 'how pitiful' and he went on about his day.

However, as luck would have it...he would get to know her, little by little.

He would learn that she was soft hearted and soft spoken. She never got mad, even when her own family was berating her or yelling at her. She never raised her eyes in defiance. She never yelled back. She never even slammed the sliding door.

He would learn that she was a lovely singer with a voice of an angel. Her little lullabies echoing quietly in the garden's of the l/n estate as he would find himself wandering around as talks with the l/n clan have concluded and he was given free reign to explore the place.

He would learn that she loves flowers and even tries to protect them when her own mother would come out and start ripping the small plants from the ground saying how y/n was "undeserving of such things as pretty flowers". Gojo knew he wasn't meant to witness the scene, but his six eyes allowed him to see a lot of things. He even got to see how y/n cried over the deadening flowers and how she would replant them in hopes that they would grow back.

He would learn that she flusters easily. As when she had caught his gaze unexpectedly one hot March afternoon, she had blushed profusely. Her (color) cheeks heating up greatly as her eyes would fixate onto the ground. Her hands gripping the broom a little bit more tightly as she resumed her sweeping. She was so cute, he mused.

So, he would learn and learn and learn many things. She was gentle, caring, soft, and cute too. He found that he wanted to hold her close as the weeks turned into months and months turned into a year as he would find himself visiting the l/n clan many times in hopes of seeing her.

The head of the l/n clan. Sojiro. Would take pride and his ego would visibly swell as THE Gojo Shinya would frequently visit his estate. Gojo honestly hated the man and wished that y/n was the clan head instead. At least then he would have someone pretty to look at instead of an ugly man, and ugly five year old who wouldn't stop smiling, and an even uglier wife who would eye him like a piece of meat.

But Gojo would tell himself that it was worth it. He would get to see y/n (even though it was at a distance) and he would get to make treaties and deals with the esteemed l/n clan. He kills two birds with one stone.

"You will offer this land to us?! Are you certain my lord?!"

Gojo gave a stiff smile and gave a dismissive wave of his hand, "please, I'm no lord yet. So, technically this land here is just a promise for when I come into power. Though, when I do become lord, I hope you will give me something else in return along with your devote loyalty."

Sojiro could only bow to Gojo. His forehead meeting the floorboards, "of course Lord Gojo, whatever you wish from us will be yours!"

Gojo clapped his hands together as a smile adorned his face, "splendid! I'm glad to hear it, but for now...I'll wait to tell you what I want. Once I become lord of the land and take my title as the head of the jujutsu sorcerers, i'll gift you the land and then tell you of my desires from your family. Will that suffice?"

"Of course Lord Gojo!"

Gojo smiled happily as he stood up, "good then! I think I'll take a small walk around the grounds and then take my leave. See you all in the next coming of days."

The family bowed, hell, even the five year old did after his mother urged him a little. But Gojo didn't care. His focus was to see the cute little maid he has been secretly pining after.

Well, that was until he had opened the door and walked right into said girl he was looking for. A crash sounding as a mess of dirty water and rags spilled at their feet. And when their eyes locked. Oh, the fear he saw within her (color) hues. He wanted to hug her tight and tell her it'll be alright, bit refrained from doing so. Instead, he watched as she got on her hands and knees. Head bowed to the floor, lips trembling as she apologized over and over and over again. Her tattered and mis-matched kimono getting dirty and wet from the cleaning water.

"I'm so sorry, Lord Gojo."

Her voice would tremble. Shake and quiever. He didn't need the six eyes to know that her parents and even little brother were glaring daggers at her. Oh, how he wanted to sweep her off feet and whisk her away right then and there. But it wasn't his place. He wasn't exactly a lord yet after all.

Sojiro would quickly apologize as well as he would get his bearings. And as Gojo found himself in a new pair of clothes and ushered out of the estate. He had wished to see y/n one more time. But the head of the l/n clan seemed eager to usher him out most likely because he wanted to "discipline" his oldest daughter for causing such a mess. When in reality it was Gojo's fault just as much.

But he decided to leave it at that. Merely smiling and saying it was alright. Waving a dismissive hand as his usual walk around the grounds was postponed. He reckoned he could see her again (properly) some other time. Hopefully without fear in her eyes.

But alas.

Gojo Shinya would not see her again.

Because apparently she was beaten to death that same night. When he heard the news he had a sort of .. fell into silent fury dwelling within him.

A girl he had fallen for from a distance so easily taken from him depsite him being a sorcerer and having the six eyes.

For the rest of his days after that, he vowed to find her again for it was written in books of old that pure souls with tragic endings got second chances.

So with reincarnation embedding itself into the deepest parts of his mind, he vowed to see her again. For he had a tragic end too. I mean, he didn't end up with her after all, right?

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ Cupid's Chokehold.

˚ · . mirio x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ love at first sight to unrequited love to mutual pining, mentions of character death, a lil angst, reader is a cunty brat, smut, this is more fluff and angst than smut, choking, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, cervix, fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, implied breeding, implied size kink, reader is sir nighteye's daughter, this is all over the place

you walk in, and my heart beats different.

admiring you from afar, mirio had only thought the only way he could really be with you was caring of you in place of your father, sir nighteye.

the moment he had met you, he already knew you would be an important figure within his lifetime. he was practically in awe when sir nighteye had introduced you to him as his only daughter. whilst you were less than cold and almost unreciprocated his warm introductions and questions about you, he was persistent, shaking your hand with a stern yet gentle grip.

personality wise, you had taken after your father, for you had inherited your father's stoicism, almost wary of all. yet, you were rebellious, almost bratty. your father ended up admitting he had spoiled you a little too much, resulting from you being his only precious child.

it came to mirio quickly that you were a stark contrast compared to his more bright and optimistic outlook. nevertheless, later the night of the first time he had met you, he could not help but let out an awkward chuckle at the fact that he just might've fallen in love with you at first sight. he doesn't know whether it was your witty attitude, or if it was your soft and easy-on-the-eyes features, or maybe even just because you were his teacher's daughter.

all he knew, was that from the moment he met you, he had a hard and almost unquenchable longing for you.

whilst the the situation was more than unplanned and undesired, he couldn't decline when your dying father had asked him to take care of you in place of his soon to-be permanent absence. the moment those words please take care of my daughter had left his weak teacher's trembling mouth, he had to agree. he agreed and swore with his entire life, that he would take care of you until the end of time.

he understood when you had at first pushed him away, not taking it to heart when you condemned him to hell. you had just lost your father, you just wanted to be alone. you didn't want what you thought was mirio's pity or sad condolences. you just wanted your father back.

however, he did not see it as appropriate for you to be alone during such a dark time. while feeling almost empty at the loss of his own teacher, he knew what you were feeling was much more than the loss of a teacher. it was a horrible time, but he didn't recommend trying to stride it out by yourself. from what information sir nighteye had told him about you, your father was your only family.

so, he tried again. and again. and again. he tried many times to win over you over, either with promises of getting you a bite to eat or just simple questions about you, he didn't allow himself to feel defeat when you almost always cussed him out each attempt.

the day you had finally let your walls down was a little unexpected. he remembered walking throughout the U.A dorms at night, simply because he wanted to take a late night stroll to relieve some stress. he was surprised to see you on the couch of the shared public living room.

while you did not notice him, he thought you had fallen asleep on the couch as you were limp against the soft cushions, face hidden and leaned against the crevice of your elbow. he was about five feet away from you when he realized you were actually awake. awake, and crying, soft whimpers and sobs escaping despite being muffled by your elbow.

with a soft call of your name, you had shot your head up, face morphing into an expression of distaste when you had, once again, set your eyes upon a helpless mirio. before you could cuss him out once more, he had shushed you, taking place on the couch next to you.

you were about to storm off before mirio finally confessed his intentions. your father had asked me to take care of you. regardless, i'm here for you, and if you want to cuss at me or whatever, then go ahead, i'll be right here the entire time for you, and i'll be here the next time as well.

silence followed afterwards, the next few minutes you didn't even seemingly breathe. mirio so much as let out a relieved sigh when you started to cry even harder, body flopping sideways like a cat into his lap. while you mumbled out obscenities at him, hands coming up to lay weak punches against his thigh, you giving into his support was no doubt one of the best relieving things in the world.

following that, you seemed to have finally accepted his place within your life. at first, you were still begrudgingly giving him a forced smile, engaging in short conversations with him before you just ignored him after a few words. after a while, you began to give genuine smiles at him, eyes crinkling up into pretty crescents when he was able to make you laugh. he didn't know how addicting your sweet laugh was.

he had confessed his feelings for you the morning of a particularly dangerous battle you were assigned to. he was almost crying, feeling almost helpless and scared, unable to help because his stupid quirk was taken away. he babbled out little "i love you"s, and recounts of how he's supposed to be taking care of you. although he knew that your duty as a hero was important to you, he still wanted to declare his love for you before anything could happen, hoping maybe you'd stay behind for him.

but you didn't. it felt as if you confessing your love back was saying goodbye. why would you say goodbye if you planned on returning back to him?

the two days following your departure, he watched the news intently, almost no sign of sleep within him. he pestered his teachers for updates on the situation, clawing at his hair whenever a devastating explosion followed the battle-site. he could only pray when he saw little saw the familiar dark green illumination of your quirk, praying you'd return safe and healthy.

he remembers the high dopamine hit you gave him when he first saw you after your return. your hero costume was tattered, hair and body distressed with little debris and minor wounds, you looked as if you were ran over by a semi-truck. yet, he still considered you the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, running up to you and embracing you with a strong hug.

he was on cloud nine when you kissed him.

the next few months were absolute bliss. he never knew how happy someone could make him by just laughing. he spent his time playing around with you, annoying you for fun, holding your hand, or just simply lazying around in your dorm room.

he felt so lucky to be able to score someone as amazing and beautiful as you. you were so charming and witty, yet still a spoiled brat. he didn't mind giving into your little whines of "i want this," or "can we/or you get [ ]..," absolutely enjoying the satisfaction of you opening his gifts with haste and excitement, even if it came at the expense of an empty bank account.

not even batting an eye at your more tedious "flaws", not taking it to heart when you would, almost like a child, cry out or get angry when something didn't go your way. a chagrin on his face when he once again, despite being very sleepy himself, had to carry you up two floors to your dorm room after you had fallen asleep in the most random place ever.

rest assured, he'd do anything to keep you happy. even if he had to do the weirdest of things to do so.

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the obnoxious creaks of the bed springs echoed throughout the walls of your dorm room, accompanied by the soft pants, pleasurable moans and the lewd fapping of skin-on skin as you rode mirio for the nth time that night.

you whined out as you rode out your nth orgasm of the night, hips unfaltering with skill. you showed no signs of stopping, tight pussy walls clenching around mirio's thick cock. you were so blissed out in pleasure, focusing on relieving the angry stress that had you so mad earlier that you ended up just flopping onto the floor like a cat with defeat.

you were using mirio as if he was a high quality dildo, certainly too focused on yourself to care about the way his hands gripped at your hips with overstimulated pleasure and pain. "hah.. you feel so good.." you mewl out, hand coming down to rub at your clit.

a rough calloused hand travels up your warm belly, mirio lets out a choked breath as his hand continues upwards towards your perky breast, groping it as if it were dough within his hands. his cock twitches at the sight of you riding him like theres no tomorrow. he'd never thought a guy so simple looking would be chosen by a girl of the likes of you.

you're everything but normal, rather he considers you exotic in a way that has him fucking his hand at night. maybe it's the way your plump lips pout as you whine his name, leftover gloss giving an irresistible look to them. it could be the way your long pink acrylic nails scratch new cuts onto his forearm. his other hand moves up from your thigh to caress and worship your body, fingers making sure to not touch the pink glittery jewel of your pierced navel.

maybe that's what has him so addicted to you, so interested in your everyday moves, because you're so different to him it's fascinating.

you're practically fucking him like a bunny in heat, riding him so hard he can audibly hear the lewd impacts of his cock's tip hit your cervix. he's wondered how nobody has woken up to the sounds of your creamy cunt gushing or your loud moans. with the way the headboard slams into the wall, he's sure someone is bound to wake up eventually.

crap, that has his hands traveling back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with his hands while pulling your baby pink thong to the side so that way his cock can enter your cunt without your panties getting in the way. "you're riding me s-so good baby.. fuck. you want me to cum in this pussy again? fill you up nicely?" he gasps out, cursing out when you clench tightly around him again.

he's already came so many times tonight, his thighs are twitching and sore with overstimulation. but he can't bring himself to push you off and decline you. how could he say no to his precious girl? he promised to take care of you in any way after all.

ignoring the almost painful jolt that washes throughout his body, he brings himself to yet another orgasm. his thick seed fulls you up so deliciously for the nth time tonight. you feel so full, the soft of your belly bulging with his cum. your eyes flutter shut, lowly moaning, pussy milking him as another orgasm washes over you just with that.

but it's still not enough. not enough for a greedy girl like you. mirio gives a weak smile when you lean down to connect your lips with his, lazily intertwining your tongue with his. softly moaning into the kiss, his hands stay on your ass, softly massaging the flesh. your lips fit perfectly against his, like two puzzle pieces meant to be together.

your eyebrows furrow as you angle your head at an ungodly angle, almost digging your tongue down his throat. you silently groan at the lewd sounds of fucking face, thick saliva dripping down from mirio's chin.

you only pull away once the itch in your core once again tickles you uncomfortably. you look down at mirio with those puppy eyes of yours, though the heart eyes and darkness of them shows your true intent. "togata.." you mewl out, pedicured hand coming down to caress soothing touches against his hard sore abs as to win him over. "i want more.."

though, you already know his answer, only giving a sly smile when he tries his best to smile through the overstimulation, lightly tapping your thigh to urge you on. he can only try to focus on the pleasure and ignore the pain as you slowly begin to ride him once more.

how could he say no to you? he promised to take care of you after all.

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[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

Once there had been a grand kingdom, largely known for its prosperity and wealth, with a ruler whom, more or less, wasn’t as grand as the land he ruled over. Petty and vicious, with a style of ruling that fit the definition of Tyranny perfectly. His obsession with his title, and his demands for a son to inherit his throne had directly caused the deaths of his many wives over the years. After decades, and still no sign of a son, now elderly tyrant king made this decree; “Even in death, none shall take this throne from me but a boy of my seed!” And it was made so. However, as a ruler IS necessary, that decree certainly caused the stress of the country, as every kingdom MUST have a ruler. It was then that the court magician, a cunning man, who had the knights strike up a deal with the cruel ruler. One that had allowed them to preserve his seed until a worthy woman would be found that could actually carry the king’s heir, his son, to fruition even AFTER the king’s passing. And so the years went, the king died, and this supposed chosen woman in question was yet to be found, and the throne remained vacant. Neighboring countries that had once been allied with the great kingdom turned, greedy for its bountiful land and riches, and soon war after war broke out in the coming years. Many died, the lands were beginning to shrivel, and the wealth the prosperous kingdom once had dwindled little. Still, no worthy maiden able to grant the dead tyrant’s decree had emerged, and the knights had begun to get desperate. It wasn’t until Früll, the captain of the royal guard’s brutal death in battle did the second in command decide to make use of his fallen leader’s grieving widow, Ceban.

the knight hesitated for just a second, before firmly knocking at the poor brunette´s door, several of his men behind him.

they were all still dressed in their knights armor, rusty from the dried blood still caked upon them..the men were weakened..malnourished and fearful..

it was heartbreaking to see the once so strong and proud royal guard in such a condition. their attackers were merciless..

the kingdom was rarely given a chance to recover..which is why it was of such importance that they spoke to the grieving soul as soon as possible.

...

"Ceban?" the second in command called out, knocking a bit firmer and with more urgency as he wasn´t given an imediate answer.

"Ceban, we need to speak to you."

[eldritch-spouse]

hi hi hi pinnie i think its been god knows how long since ive checked on my tumblr but i return with a question and bagels 🥯🥯🥯 (idk if those are bagel emojis just pretend they are)

If Kaly's kid/s wanted to take the throne would that mean they'd have to kill him? What'd happen to his queen? And if someone else killed Kalymir and became the new ruler of wrath, would his kid/s and queen also be killed?

[Oh don't worry, you have a set amount of time to catch some fresh air outside the basement.]

Generally, the throne in Wrath is hardly ever inherited.

This is because of the violent nature of the Ring itself, wherein a newly crowned King could die on a challenge before even getting to rear a descendant. Kalymir dethroned the previous demonlord of Wrath when said King had only two juvenile sons, who fled with their mother. At the time, Kalymir "put a pin" on both of the kids, knowing that while their mother could never amount to a threat (due to her not being trained to fight, demure and weak compared to her mate- This is one of the reasons he wants to train you immediately!), they could one day return to try and avenge their father.

One of them did, dying a warrior's death in the biggest colosseum in Hell, The Crucible. The other's whereabouts are currently unknown.

Now, if Kalymir had had the chance to, the previous King's family would have been killed, yes. And in much the same way, if ever Kalymir is murdered by a challenger, you better find a way out with your children or that's the end of his lineage right there.

Let's say he lives long enough to acquire adult descendants. These descendents will first have to fight amongst themselves. There is no such thing as "firstborn rights", the youngest child may stake a claim to the throne and fight for it equally. These fights can end with mercy, but it is also probable that they'll end in death- Kalymir will warn you of this, as you must stay presentable even if one of your kids perishes while trying to claim the throne. Likewise, the true heir will challenge their own father in The Crucible.

Kalymir will not kill his own descendant if he wins the fight, only if dishonorable tactics are used is he obligated to put an end to his own child's life. His offspring however, can choose to kill their own father upon defeating him. Kalymir is ready to face possible death, and even believes dying at the hands of his own heir's might is as privileged a death as it gets.

You are mostly kept out of this process and left untouched, unless you express direct desire to participate in the defense of your role as Queen. While admirable, it's ill-advised.

[xstarsmvxz]

Ao’nung x sully hybrid reader

reader is omatikaya and metkayina mixed

When reader says that she willingly to fight and kill for Ao’nung but Ao’nung parents don’t believe but the reader’s family and Ao’nung knows that she’s telling the truth. So reader has to prove herself worthy to court Ao’nung so Ronal gets there best warrior to fight reader and she wins and says that she will show no mercy to anyone that comes to harm Ao’nung and the readers family.

pairings → ao’nung x fem!hybrid!reader

warnings → fem!hybrid!reader, ronal x reader angst, name calling, not proofread!! all lowercase!

word count → 1.4k

M speaks ! → i have really bad writers block rn so i hope this is okay, it literally took me like a week to write ONE chapter of heart to heart and i’ve been so inactive :( i’ll start trying to write more though !

MY WARRIOR ☆

part one | part two

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adapting to the way of water was hard for you, you couldn’t imagine how hard it would be for your siblings. they were different from you, they had small and weak tails whilst you had a strong thick one, your skin tone was also way too light to be omaticaya, but way too dark to be metkayina, your stripes consisted of dark swirls tracing along your body and your eyes were slightly further apart. you had some similarities though, like your ears, they faced forward just like the omaticaya. your arms were thin, not inheriting the fin gene your father would’ve passed down if he hadn’t of mated with an omaticayan woman.

yes you were a mix, different from the rest of your clan. it often made you feel outcast. people would pass you, calling you mean names like ‘freak’ and ‘fishy’, talking about how you don’t belong in the forest. you tried to ignore it though, you kept reminding yourself that you belong here just as much as they do. you always thought you would belong more at the sea, with your people. but no, as soon as you got there you were being called names by many of the metkayina villagers. people would often call you ‘forest girl’ or ‘tree hugger’, these words made you feel as if you didn’t belong anywhere.

you’ve now been staying at awa’atlu for nearly two months and people mean words have died down, not fully though. ever since you started your metkayina iknimaya, training to be a warrior, people would call you weak and unworthy. you blamed it on your arms, they were skinny and basically useless. you knew becoming a warrior would be hard, you didn’t think it would be this hard though. however, you have the best trainer in pandora, ao’nung. you and him used to fight any chance you’d get, always biting at each other’s heads and sending rude remarks each other’s way.

a lot has changed since then, you and ao’nung grew very close, a little too close for his parents liking. his parents knew of you and where you came from, they knew your father as well. he was outcast, so he had no choice but to leave his clan and go far, far away. he ended up in the forest, finding the omaticaya clan wasn’t easy, he faced near death at least six times before one of the people found him and bought him to home tree. he soon fell in love with your mother and that’s how you were made. your mother died during birth and not long after your father died from some type of illness that spread around the omaticaya people. jake and neytiri took it upon themselves to take you in as no other family accepted you.

when you first arrived to the metkayina clan, ronal noticed your features right away. she stared you down for a few seconds before realising where and who you came from. her nose scrunched in disgust. she has been watching you over the past few weeks, watching you train with her son. she doesn’t think you’re worthy of being a warrior, she doesn’t think you’re worthy of her sons time and patience.

though her hatred towards you pushed you to become one of the strongest warriors ao’nung claims he’s ever met, you were still tired and fed up, tired of being a freak, fed up with how much people doubted you. you were especially fed up with how much you liked ao’nung. what you once though was only friendship turned into courting in secret. his parents couldn’t know, if they somehow found out they would have his head on a spear. the future olo’eyktan courting what the clan though was a hybrid freak? they simply wouldn’t allow it.

todays training was especially hard, you had so much on your mind with ao’nung, your siblings constant bickering and all the weight on your shoulders of trying to prove yourself worthy to the clan. ao’nung could tell you were tired so he offered to sit down and rest. you were both pretty far from the village and definitely out of his parents sight, so you both decided on resting against a large tree. the shadow of the leaves protecting you from the scorching sun. you leaned into your boyfriends side, resting your head on his shoulder. no words were spoken as you both sat, watching the waves crash agains the warm sand.

“ao’nung! ao’nung!” you’re both startled by the loud voice headed towards you. you both quickly stand up, brushing yourselves off before turning to see who was calling for him. when you realised it was tsireya you smiled, she had shown nothing but kindness towards you and your family. “hey guys!” she said, a kind smile adorning her face, “ao’nung mother says she wants you home right now, she doesn’t seem too happy so you might want to hurry.” she says, worry lacing her tone. ao’nung gives her a light nod and starts to walk off before turning towards you sending you a light smirk. you smile before giving your attention to tsireya. “um- well i guess i better get home now yeah?” you say rubbing your sweaty palms against your legs, already beginning to walk off. “goodbye!” you hear tsireya shout from the distance, you turn and wave at her before lightly jogging back to your marui.

you walked inside, shocked to see ao’nung and his parents standing in there talking to your mother and father. they’re heads all snap towards you hearing you walk inside. you look at your father first, a disappointed look on his face. you then face your mother, her apologetic eyes staring right into yours. you’re much to scared to face the tsahik and her family so you choose to look down at your feet. “your daughter will no longer be seeing my son!” ronal seemingly continues her speech. your head snaps up to ao’nungs sad face. “no, wait- that’s not fair!” you walk towards ronal. she looks at you threateningly, as if she’s telling you not to step closer. “you are not worthy of being with my son, you have no plans on being mated, you are weak, you are not tsahik material and you aren’t full metkayina!” the list goes on and on, she points out every flaw and difference, telling you over and over again that you and no healer or warrior of any kind.

you face your parents wondering how they could let her say this about you, the both of them don’t even return your gaze and instead just look towards ronal to hear what else she has to say. you then give up on your parents and look towards ao’nung, hoping that he will somehow hack you up in this disagreement. “mother, she is a strong warrior. i have been training her.” ronal looks towards her son. “yes i know, i have been watching from afar. she gets tired and gives up easily, no warriors can do that here,” you inhale a sharp breath, waiting for her to finish what she was saying, “if she wants to prove herself worthy of being a warrior, she will have to do it the hard way.” she walks around you, inspecting you. you tense as she wraps her hand around your bicep, feeling your strength.

“she will fight ta’mprei.” tonowari looks towards his mate as if she’s grown another head, she looks back at him. you watch as they have a short conversation with their eyes before they turn towards you. “tomorrow, you will fight one of our best warriors, ta’mprei.” tonowari says, the slightest bit of worry in his voice, “if you succeed, we will allow you to become warrior and be with our son. once you are mated, you will train to be tsahik.” he announces. your eyes light up at information but they quickly dim as soon as you see ao’nungs worried face. you bid your goodbyes and watch as ao’nung and his parents leave your family’s marui.

“what have you gotten yourself into?” your father asks, still facing the ground. you look at your mother before turning back to your dad. “dad i really like ao’nung, i really do! and for what it’s worth i think that i am strong and brave enough to do this.” you say, praying to eywa that your dad will hear you out. “get some rest, you have a big day tomorrow.” your father quickly leaves the room leaving just you and your mother alone. “mother are you upset with me?” she looks towards you before pulling you into a bundle of blankets and cuddling up with you. you now know that she’s not mad, just worried for what tomorrow will bring. her gentle strokes on your arm slowly lull you to sleep. when she hears soft snores leaving your mouth, she rests her head atop yours and drifts into her own slumber.

M speaks ! it’s currently 4:50am so part two will hopefully be out tomorrow!

[idyllic-affections]

dad!pantalone brainrot (ft. il dottore & baizhu) iv.

summary. when their health issues flare up, there are very few doctors that their father will permit to treat them.

trigger & content warnings. implied canon-typical dottore violence, (empty) threats, chronic illness, blood, mentions of death, etc.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort. dad!pantalone & reader, il dottore & reader, baizhu & reader. 0.7k words. they/them pronouns for reader. prev | next

author's thoughts. this series is never ending... in my defense, it was going to be a full-length fanfic but i never ended up pursuing that idea. anyway baizhu and pantalone are brothers here! idc if it ends up being non canon, its canon in my heart 💖 this got... slightly angstier than i intended. whoops!

when it comes to his child's health, pantalone only trusts two doctors in all of teyvat.

(he objectively trusts one far more than the other, though.)

il dottore is an... unfortunately large part of their life. the regrator did eventually accept that it was inevitable, given how "close" he and the doctor tend to be. dottore is one of their many tutors, though admittedly, his teaching methods are probably a little concerning... at least [name] is proficient in anatomy and physiology! perhaps pantalone should reconsider whether or not his child should be left alone with him. he'd somewhat gotten over his initial concerns about leaving them with him and his segments after seeing zeta nearly tear someone's head clean off in their defense, but perhaps it's time to reconsider! the second may not be hurting them, per se, but he is creating a desensitized little thing.

(though... it may very well be for the best, given their harbinger lineage. they cannot afford to be soft or squeamish. pantalone knows this very well.)

the second fatui harbinger is also largely responsible for making sure they're in good health. semiannual check-ups are a standard practice as opposed to annual ones; they did happen to inherit their father's poor immune system. dottore once offhandedly commented that it probably came more from the regrator's brother, as even pantalone isn't as prone to illness as his child is. the doctor has never met baizhu personally, but pantalone knows he's right. they tire so easily... sometimes it makes him sick with worry. regardless, it runs in the family, and some get it worse than others, so check-ups are more common.

(check-ups are always an amusing sight when zeta is around, wordlessly fiddling with a needle suspiciously close to their neck.

"put that needle in my throat and i will tear out yours."

he only smiles at them.

their smug aura does not mock him; contrary to popular belief, he finds it quite funny and endearing! they are the only person that can get away with talking shit like that. not even the other dottore clones can talk to him like that without getting a violent response. he lets it slide with omega because he has to, but beyond that...

he's fond of them. he's just too emotionally constipated to admit it.)

however, sometimes pantalone doesn't completely trust dottore not to harm them when they're seriously ill and vulnerable. he knows dottore would gain nothing by bringing them harm, and yet...

archons, becoming a father has made him awfully protective, hasn't it? surely he wasn't like this before he took them back from arlecchino?

times like those, times in which their illness would act up to the point of leaving them bedridden, making them shiver and tremble and spit up blood... times like those are when he calls upon baizhu.

he'd understand their illness better than dottore ever could, anyway. pantalone was right to make such an assumption.

"has your father taught you nothing of energy management?"

"energy management?" they scoffed sarcastically, the warmth from the cup of herbal tea in their hands soothing the chill in their trembling fingers, "from the man who hardly takes care of himself? please. he acts as if he isn't also chronically ill. he'll literally work himself to death if he isn't more careful. it's... worrying, actually." they tapped their nails against the cup mindlessly, chewing on the corner of their lip.

anxiety was not good for their health, especially not when they were already this ill.

"oh?" baizhu's interest was very much piqued at that, and their lips twitched upwards slightly at the way his hand stroked over their head calmingly. "in that case, i'll have to teach you my methods, but... he's been taking poor care of himself, has he?"

"the poorest."

"i see. do tell me everything, for... future reference."

they knew very well that 'future reference' meant a firm chiding. oh well! it's not like they purposely exposed their father's poor habits, no no. they were a loyal child. they'd never do something so terrible and unforgivable...

unless it was baizhu who asked, of couse. it would be awfully rude to withhold secrets about his own relatives from him, after all!

pantalone may get sick with worry over their health, but the sentiment is very much mutual.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

[maryonaccross]

Hello. I know that team Black blames the Greens over why Rhaenyra's reign as queen was awful, however even in a AU world where Viserys never re-marries and Alicent doesn't exist.

Rhaenyra would have stil been a terrible queen.

Viserys never taught Rhaenyra how to rule. He should have been raising her in preparation for a leadership role by having her in the small concil, teaching her the art of politics and what she needed to do to maintain peace in the kingdom. Whoever Rhaenyra would marry would have to agree to live in King's Landing. So. Rhaenyra could remain by her father's side and learn her role as his heir.

2. Rhaenyra never took her role seriously. She believes firmly in the divine right of kings and that she as a Targaryen is claim enough for her to take the crown, despite her knowing that her cousin Rhaenys was denied and she would have been a more effective ruler then Viserys.

3. Rhaenyra's recklessness contributes to her downfall. She does whatever she likes and doesn't care about the consequences. She heavily relies upon her father and later Daemon to bail her out then not accept any personal responsibility for her getting herself into this meses.

4. All of Rhaenyra's children are illegitimate. Her eldest by Harwin Strong even by Daemon, because her first husband isn't dead. The real reason she sequestered herself on Dragonstone was to hide her children away because she cannot handle any criticism. Her answer to it is violence. That always ends well. LOL.. looking at you Maegor.

She has isolated herself political. Not trying to expand or gain influence outside of her very limited family circle. No allies means no help when she needs it.

People in the realm may not have been thrilled with the idea of a female ruler but they would rather have Rhaenyra as queen then see Daemon as king. His violent reputation was known to all. So. What does she do? Marry the very person the realm was against and make him consort.

5. Rhaenyra's ego and her vanity was her downfall. She never thought about her position from an idealistic standpoint. What she could do to improve the country and make the people's lives better. usher in a golden age. She wanted power for power's sake.

Rhaenyra's rule was always destined to end badly but with Daemon by her side, being her enabler and corrupting her with his nature. It is no wonder centuries after her death she was still despised in the country.

To me Aegon’s “I tRy sO haRD” attitude to being the kings firstborn son is the equivalent of Rhaenyra’s “ I learned that I have to earn my inheritance” mentality towards being the named heir.

I hate what the writers did with Aegon’s character (TGC is the only saving grace) but I fundamentally disagree with the common notion that show Aegon and Rhaenyra are polar opposites of each other because they are both equally unsuited for the role of the heir and share a equally unserious attitude towards the job. (At least Aegon is able to admit he’s ill suited while Rhaenyra gaslights the shit out of herself “earned my inheritance” my ass, you did nothing.) I agree 100% with all your points, I even made posts about some of them but this sums it up perfectly. Neither Aegon or Rhaenyra are aware of the responsibilities of their position (Nyra might have been in the first few episodes but got bored pretty quickly when she realized she’d actually have to stuff and make sacrifices for the realm), they don’t form good alliances (although at least Aegon did his duty in marrying Helaena and having legitimate heirs which Rhaenyra doesn’t have a single one of) or try to endear themselves to the people they will one day rule.

The advantage Aegon has is that he has advisors around him (Otto and Alicent and most of Viserys’ small council) that have ruled the realm peacefully for years in Viserys stead while Rhaenyra’s only source of political inspiration is Nepobaby Daemon who couldn’t hold any small council position for the life of him and who firmly believes that having a dragon and “being the blood of the dragon” is all it takes to rule.

About Viserys, there’s this really interesting post that explains how Viserys tied both fractions to him by never finalizing his decision of naming Nyra heir and always keeping his decision vague.

[doofus-and-dragons]

As promised, I'm back on my httyd bullshit. Here's a list of things that don't make sense unless you watch the shows (idgaf if they're cannon or not, they should be for the background of small details!!!)

1. Grump.

Grump is Gobber's Hotburple in Httyd 2 and 3. But not in httyd 1. So this begs the question: Where and when did Gobber get Grump? The answer? Race to the Edge S3 E12, "Last Auction heros." Gobber and Snotlout go to Viggo's dragon auction undercover, and Grump is one of the dragons for sale. Without that episode, Grump is just a dragon they shoved into the second movie for shots and giggles.

2. Inferno

Inferno is a blade that Hiccup created himself that lights itself on fire using monstrous nightmare gel and can eject and ignite zippleback gas. To the casual watcher, he just showed up with it in the second movie. But Inferno is ALSO from rtte! Inferno's first form comes from S3 E9, "Tone Death." Hiccup then works further on it, but Inferno as we know it is actually based on a version of the blade that VIGGO GRIMBORN, the villain for most of RTTE, made.

3. The Deadly Nadder(? Looks like a nadder) plushie

Although this is a small detail that is only seen in the background of the later Httyd movies, it is still a detail that first appears within the SHOW'S cannon lore. According to S1 E17 of Riders of Berk, the toy was made by Valka when Hiccup was a baby. However, tiny Hiccup was so scared of the toy that he threw it in the ocean. Trader Johann managed to get ahold of it, and the episode was about the riders trying to save with mystery item because something happened to Johann's ship. I don't remember what. Something about smoldering smoke breaths, I think.

4. Skull Crusher

Skull Crush is Stoick the Vast's Rumblehorn in Httyd 2 and 3, who is later inherited by Eret, son of Eret upon Soick's death in Httyd 2. But again, where and when did Stoick get Shullcrusher? Because it seems like he just appeared. Well, I have that answer! Skull Crusher first appears in S1 E8, "Crushing It." In the episode, the gang is tormented by a Rumblehorn who keeps destroying their camp. Hiccup asks his Dad for help, and his Dad is able to train and befriend the wild dragon.

5. Hiccup's flight suit

In Httyd 2 and 3, Hiccup has/is trying to perfect a flight suit attached to his armor. Now, this could just be seen as Hiccup being a silly inventor off-screen, but it ACTUALLY shows up in Race to the Edge! S1 E12 "The Next Big Sting" actually opens with Hiccup trying out his first design for the flight suit. He does it many times, each time having to be saved by Toothless before he crashes into some form of rock/sea stack (much like in Httyd 2).

6. Hiccup's aging

I saw a post either on here or on tiktok the other day where someone was complaining about how different hiccup looked between 1 and 2. In 1, he's like...what...13?15? Where as He's about 20-21 ish by Httyd 2. To fans who don't obsess over something and consume all the media like I do, this would be a bit of a shock. I mean, you go from this:

Immediately to this:

Where as fans of the shows had this progression:

Much easier to swallow.

7. The Bewilderbeast

This is, again, something that could be choked up to the writers wanting more than just 7 species of dragons. HOWEVER, this dragon is actually the center point of the last few episodes of Race to the Edge. We learn a little bit about the dragon over the corse of the last season, which takes place just a year or two before Httyd 2.

9. VALKA HERSELF

I watched Race to the Edge long before I watched Httyd 2, so I had 0 clue the Hiccup's mom was still alive or what her mask looked like. But in the last bit of the last episode of race to the edge, guess what we see?

VALKA TAKING THE BEWILDERBEAST EGG.

In conclusion, these show's should be considered cannon to the HTTYD universe just as much as fucking Homecoming should or what ever. These are amazing and fill in so many continuity

[singukieee]

'23 A R C H I V E

—or recs of fics I’ve read and been reading.

[back to NAVIGATION]

♡ : works im following closely

☆ : my ultimate favorites (mostly finished)

① : oneshots

[OT7]

Safe and Sound ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Combined Beings ☆☆

mafia!ceo!bts x chubby!reader

You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. the bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

Little Love

human seokjin! x human!oc x hybrid!ot6

Seokjin and Ayana are an engaged couple who are completely in love with each other. Then one day they stumbled upon two hybrids in need. They decided to help them, not knowing there were four others waiting for their mates to come back.

Snow Angel ♡

alphas!bts x omega!reader

After Yoongi and Jimin find a distressed omega in the mall they take her home in an attempt to settle her. Quickly getting attached, the whole all-alpha pack starts to wish to keep the girl around, going completely soft for her.

Emerald Gem

hybrid!bts x reader

Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Stay Alive ♡

myth creatures!bts x reader

When you started working at a pharmaceutical company, you didn’t realize where it was your life was heading. After getting a patient mix up, you meet seven men who would didn’t seem to want any other nurse that wasn’t you. When you start to know them, you notice things that made you question if they were really human. No matter what excuse they would give though, you would always go home with a heavy heart. The day the truth is revealed to you, things take a turn for the worst.

(Un)natural Instincts

ot7 x ceo!reader

You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.

Masked Miracles ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

It wasn't supposed to happen this way. A quick in and out. Infiltrate and bring down a hybrid trafficking ring. Saving lives while we're at it. But things hardly ever go to plan. And being locked in with seven hybrids that meant more to me than victims forced into a life they didn't deserve was definitely not according to the plan.

A Cute Blind Soul

ot7 x blind!oc | soulmate au

Selia Jones is blind since birth. After her parents were taken away, she has to live a completely different life and to make it worse, the universe had given her soulmates.

About Love ♡

hybrid!bts x writer!reader

Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 ‘surprises’ he left you as well.  And come to think of it… was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?

Prologue | CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3

The Way Of a Criminal

gangster!bts x reader | mafia au

Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.

Tongue Tied ♡

wolf hybrid!bts x dog hybrid!reader

In which you're not supposed to be the solution for all of the problems- but maybe you're just that; the missing piece.

Lone Wolf

bts x reader | abo au

In a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Boyfriend For Hire ☆

bts x reader

Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you'd least expected.

The Old Guard

demon!bts x witch!reader | soulmates au

You are a powerful witch, cursed and hurt through ages. Owner of your esoteric shop, you were resigned to live this lonely life when the powerful magic of soulmates and fate came to you.

Let The Light In ♡

hybrid!bts x author!reader

In which you’re a famous children’s book writer, one evening after coming home from a diner with your parents you find seven unknown hybrids making themselves comfortable in your living room, what do you do now?

Protectors ①

mafia!bts x reader

Your boyfriends loved you very much. that being said, they promised to always be there to shield you in frightening situations - to be your protector, for the rest of your lifetime.

Little Dove ①

mafia!bts x reader

You were gentle, innocent, and pure. In simple words, the exact opposite of the cold-hearted and callous mafia members who fell for you in such a cliché manner.

Redamancy ♡

hybrid!bts x oc

When a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.

The Little Things ①

idol!bts x reader

You've never been more glad to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

The Plot Twist ♡

idol!bts x reader | soulmates au

Once upon a time you would have jumped at the chance to live the idol girlfriend life. The cameras, the action, the whirlwind romance. But what was once a dream has now become your worst nightmare, and you fully intend to fight the universe as it repeatedly conspires to set you up with your seven perfectly good soulmates from Bangtan Sonyeondan.In which we punt Y/N into all the fanfiction tropes and you do your feral best to subvert the love story.Because nani the fuck, you are The Plot Twist.

Hoodies ①

idol!bts x celeb!reader

When the boys are doing a v live, you know to keep away from the camera and stay quiet. and you never failed to do so before. so why is it that the time they all do a v live together, you accidentally leave your custom hoodie on the bed behind them?

Snowball Princess

bts x hybrid!reader

In which you've evolved from being a mere PR-stunt to becoming the most important thing in the lives of seven idols and millions of fans alike.

Like Crazy ♡

bts x reader

The story of seven loves across eight lives.

Mi Casa

bts x alpha!reader | omegaverse au

Sometimes you find your home, sometimes your home finds you.

The Fate of Hybrids ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

Fruits, Daisies, and a Sprinkle of Love ♡

bts x reader | soulmates au

A soul bond's archives is a shared space between soulmates, a safe space that allows the fated ones to share memories between themselves, a method commonly used to find each other without having to wait endlessly for luck to play its part. But when your own archives get tainted with pain due to bullies with too much time on their hands… Needless to say that despite you not knowing if you have soulmates, you begin to believe that maybe it's a good thing if you don't have any.

Trouvaille

hybrid!bts x reader

In a world where hybrids are both the hottest commodity and largely exploited, a recent shortage of hybrids nationwide due to the wealthy adopting for sport hunting dominates the news headlines. More than ever, stray hybrids are whisked off the streets and taken into shelters to meet the demand. Mistreated, neglected, forgotten – in a notoriously disreputable hybrid shelter in a pocket of downtown Boston, seven “aggressive” hybrids await their inevitable fate of being sold for sport.After years of trying to distance herself from her mystical past and upbringing, Y/N finds herself quitting her emotionally-draining job and is forced to face past mistakes. While accompanying her friends looking to adopt a child hybrid into their newly-formed family, Y/N inadvertently finds herself face-to-face with seven hybrids doomed to die. In a spur of the moment epiphany, Y/N decides to change the course of fate for the better; though bringing seven aggressive hybrids into her life and the darkening spiritual energy of her old home is trickier to navigate than she originally thought.

Caramel

dom!bts x sub!reader

You weren’t good at taking care of yourself. You knew it, everyone knows it. Too nervous, anxious, getting overwhelmed way too quickly…It was easy hiding it from the public eye, but they could see right through you. And they were decided on being your steadying hands.

The Love That You Want

idol!bts x death eater!reader | harry potter au

Your worst kept secret? You come from a long line of pureblood elitists.

Outside of the Fox

bts x reader

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Doughnuts and Shell Casings ♡

mafia!bts x reader | soulmates au

You finally gather the courage to leave your routine and do something different. your expectations are blown out of the water as you meet your soulmates in a less-than-expected way. 

Nymphet Garden ♡

fans!bts x idol!reader

He was just a fanboy, they got dragged into it, and so blooms your love story.

Do Not Tumble Dry ①

bts x reader | super fluff content

A spa day for the Bangtan pets.

Baby (you complete us) ♡

idol!bts x disabled MC | soulmates au

Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.  Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Dance of Time

vampire!bts x human reincarnated!reader

You were finally back in the hometown you left right after graduation, researching the mysterious manor that laid outside of the town limits. Your family was acting weird, and the owner of the manor seemed to know more about you than he should. Everything changed when you entered the manor, and you weren’t sure your dance with time was going to last very long.

Death Valley

bts x reader

A summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize.

Guys that I'd kind of be into

idol!bts x broadway actress!reader

Being on broadway has always been your dream, and now that you’ve achieved just that as christine in “be more chill,” you’ve found it to be a lot harder than your younger self had expected. like, for example, the fact that dating might as well be out of the question. you definitely did not leave college to get distracted from your work... it kind of sucks that seven k-pop idols that you may or may not really like came to see your show and took a liking to you.

A Deal's a Deal

idol!bts x demon!reader

Before BTS became BTS in an act of desperation Jungkook makes a deal with you, a demon. After Namjoon finds out you’re the reason behind a significant number of unfortunate events they’ve gone through over the years he decides to take back their future by binding you under their control until they can figure out how to save Jungkook’s soul. Regardless, you’re going to feed off of their insecurities, lust, and souls to return your powers to you so you can make them all pay.

Wait, Little Rabbit!

bts x bunny hybrid!reader

You, a meek little bunny hybrid, find family amongst six predator hybrids and their lovely human caretaker.

Until Death ①

demon!bts x human!reader

Until death do you part, you are theirs and they are yours.

Wolves are (NOT) Scary

werewolf!bts x reader

All Y/N wants to do is find her creativity and motivation but she finds 7 werewolves instead.

Pastel Snowflake Kisses ①

bts x reader

They had never made much of a fuss about christmas...until you came into the picture.

Yearning

hybrid!bts x reader

Out of Love ♡

bts x f!reader

Everything was perfect, or at least you thought it was. What happens when you break up with your 7 boyfriends and have to deal with the aftermath of it all?

To Love Min Yoongi

idol!ot7 x witch!reader | yoongi focus x reader

You were a villainess destined to be with seven stars. Your cliche Reincarnation AU.

Can't Wait to See You Again ♡

idol!fan!bts x youtuber!reader

The one where Jungkook develops a huge crush on a Youtuber he found after falling into the rabbit hole of his recommended videos. Unbeknownst to him, you were also recommended to his hyungs.

[KSJ]

The A-Listers

actor!jin x famous!reader

Meet Y/N and Jin, two of Hollywood's hottest celebrities and couple — or are they? Media and fans have been wanting to hear a confirmation for years now. But you two are always good at confusing everyone. Watch as everyone else play this guessing game of what's the relationship between Y/N and Jin.

[MYG]

What yoongi wants, yoongi gets ①

idol!yoongi x reader

The one where the cat is actually yours, but yoongi somehow worms his way into the family.

[PJM]

Filtering Light ♡

human!jimin x bunny-hybrid!reader x human!jungkook

The reader is a bunny hybrid with a past that has left her traumatized and struggling to heal. some things can be helped with therapy, but some things can only be fixed through realizing you're not all of the things that hurt you—you are, in fact, just loved.

[JJK]

Hold On ①

jungkook x reader | established relationship

A night where jungkook just wants to give, give and give and he wants you to realize that you can take it all.

At Your Service ☆

escort!jeongguk x ceo!reader | strangers-to-lovers au

Filtering Light

human!jungkook x bunny-hybrid!reader x human!jimin

The reader is a bunny hybrid with a past that has left her traumatized and struggling to heal. some things can be helped with therapy, but some things can only be fixed through realizing you're not all of the things that hurt you—you are, in fact, just loved.

In Which | collection 1 | collection 2 ♡

idol!jungkook x reader | drabble collection

Domestic Daydreams ①

influencer!jk x f. reader

A window into the life of jeon jungkook

Fish-wife or No-wife ①

idol!jk x f.reader

Did Jungkook have a wife? The rumor mill had been churning for years, divided on this one topic. He was a successful worldwide pop star who was always seen with a different lady on his arm, as he flitted from country to country enjoying his prolific career. The reason for the lingering suspicion was a cryptic social media post showing a picture of 2 kids who shared the same exact eyes and smile as him. So in fact, if he truly did have a wife, who was she? And why had the public never seen her? Perhaps she didn't wish to be seen.

['21 ARCHIVE] | ['22 ARCHIVE] | ['24 ARCHIVE]

[bluelizze]

To be or not to be, a sinner's invitation

tomura shigaraki x oc (oc-center)

*This arc takes place the same time when the U.A Traitor Arc took place. a week before the Final War Arc. however, this arc specifically took place right before the war arc began (right before ep 5)

*also yes, this is hugely inspired by Focalors’ Execution from 4.2 bc fun fact, this scene was one of the first scenes I developed when creating my oc and that cutscene really inspired me to write it

tw: dialog heavy, religions/cult talk, hints of child abuse, oc death (by suicide, mention of killing oneself), deaths, sexual harassment hinted, grammer errors maybe, manipulation (by the bastard afo)

Tomura woke up and saw Rochelle but she had an entirely different look. Her hair turned completely white like the moon, her outfit is now more simple but it’s white as well.

“Ah… you’re awake… thank goodness…”

She looked relieved and helped Tomura up. “Stay in the circle.” she ordered gently, and he listened. She was the only one who could tell him what to do.

“Rochelle…”

“Ah… she’s not here.” What does she mean?

“I’m not Rochelle. That was never my name.” She stood up and stepped back so that Tomura could get a full view of her.

He noticed that she was barefoot and had bandages around her right ankle. She looked like an angel.

“I am Yukina Mizumoto.” She began. “The goddess of the Mizumoto Estate. At least that’s what everyone says I am.”

“... what’s going on? Where are we?” Tomura has so many more questions but these were the ones that came out.

“Hahaha… I know it’s a bit confusing, which is understandable since you weren’t fully yourself back there. To answer your second question, don’t worry,  we are safe. I transported us to a safe location away from him.” She explained.

There was something in her tone that seemed different. Not only has she become less informal… no… she was speaking as if she was not human. 

“The glyph under you helps to keep his consciousness out of you. At least for the time being. I even did my best to ensure the protection will last for a bit in the aftermath.”

“What do you mean ‘for the time being’?” Tomura asked. Deep down, he knows something will go bad and he probably knows what it is. But he refuses to think what he thinks it is.

She chuckled. “Well… to put it simply… you are invited to my execution.” Right before then, a reaper appeared with a scythe ready to slice. 

Tomura's eyes widened. “Your… execution?” He doesn’t know if hearing it from her was better or worse.

“It’s simple really… It's because of All for One… because he is afraid that he will lose and that he will do anything to get his way. Seeing how he can control you… was the final nail on the coffin for “me”.”

“He knew about my real identity all along. But for his successor’s sake, he kept his mouth shut, thinking that it can build up hatred instead once you realized I was a liar.”

What does she mean by liar? No… She wasn’t a liar.

“However, it backfired him. He saw his successor experiencing something that he considered weak. Genuine love. Something that he realized too late. But as soon as he heard that his successor was going to inherit his power, he realized that he could use it to his advantage.”

“Wait.” Tomura interrupted. “What do you mean by real identity?”

“Oh.” She giggled. “I should’ve started with explaining my origins.”

She sighed and started. “It started the moment I was born. I had the most unnatural look anyone in the estate could lay eyes upon. White hair with shades of ocean blue, heterochromic eyes of blue and gray— everyone thought that I was a gift from the gods. But someone else thought otherwise and said maybe I am a goddess, reborn into a moral human.” Tomura stood agape

“I was given the most specialist treatment, but it was suffocating. They always gave me coins and food. But I was always concerned when someone would give me someone else’s belongings, especially if it’s someone or something dear to them. I came to find out later that it was because it was not a place of religious saints… but a cult.”

A cult…?

“Once I found out about it, I was mortified. I’ve done many attempts to escape that hellhole but every time I failed and would always get severely punished. It’s weird. Punishing their goddess? But I see it as if they were punishing an innocent child.”

She turned and looked down as she stepped away from Tomura.

“I never asked for this. I never asked for this role that I was thrusted into. “Life isn’t fair”, is what people always say. But why aren’t they doing anything to make it fair?”

She turned with a smile of hope. “But I did manage to escape once.”

She puts her hands where her heart is and holds it.

“I didn’t know where to go. I was never allowed to go outside of the room since the people at the estate said that it’s dangerous. But I managed to run into some kids my age. They were playing pretend. I was so intrigued that I just watched. But one kid noticed me.”

She looked up and smiled sweetly. Why was she looking at him like that?

“He asked, "Do you wanna play heroes with us?” I didn’t know what a hero was so I told him that I don’t know what he was talking about and he and his friends explained to me. It sounded fun so I joined. My role was to play the person being saved and the boy being a hero.”

She looked at him fondly, but it felt like she wasn’t looking at him.

“For the first time, I felt happiness. I never experienced something like that before… and I craved for more. I didn’t want to leave. Alas, someone had found me and took me the estate… and I got severely punished. It was probably the worst punishment I’ve ever received.” 

He was horrified, but he wasn’t prepared for what she asked him.

“Do you know about the boy I am talking about?”

He knows. And he wishes he doesn’t. He had always thought about the girl he invited to play. He thought that maybe she had shared the same looks as her or something. Maybe he knew it was her all along. He just didn’t want to face it.

“It… was you…?” His voice trembled.

She giggled. How can she giggle at a time like this?

“Yes. yes it is, Tenko-kun.”

“Ever since that day, I’ve been more and more disparate. To feel that feeling… that feeling and experience of being a normal human… because to me… it is to be part of the greatest performance.”

Her expression barely changed by Tomura can feel a shift in her tone of what she said next.

“It wasn’t after a couple years later I managed to run away permanently. I found an old opera house and was offered to live there. There I learnt how to play many different roles. But no matter how many roles I played, no matter how different which role was, I was favored for my looks. It takes me back to that hoffied time in my childhood and one day I snapped. But yet, it made me feel relieved. So night after I get chased for my looks, I lead them backstage and kill them. A bad habit I know but… how am I supposed to shake off the disgusting feeling of being known for only my outer beauty?”

Now he understands. The reason why she hates being complemented. It wasn’t because she hated them in general. She just hated their weak meanings behind it.

But Tomura never saw her outer beauty. Rather, he saw more of her inner beauty. Maybe it was because she saw his inner beauty that he was able to see her’s.

“It wasn’t long until I killed off the owner of the opera house, who only took me in for my looks. There, I created the persona. The “me” you see is that of a goddess. The “me” you have gotten to know was a human named “Rochelle de Leblanc.” Unlike “me”, she can feel anything a normal human would feel. Joy, rage, sadness. All the above and below. Despite the laws of a human, she was perfect. She was everything I wanted to be. So, I continued to play as “Rochelle” to fulfill my fantasy of being a “normal human being.”

Tomura’s voice waver. He doesn’t know what to say.

“My acting was almost perfect. I was even surprised that you guys didn’t notice. But the Meta Army created the crack in my perfect mask and it was All for One who finally broke it.”

“So… you’re going to kill yourself… because of Master…?

She turned to him and just smiled. It was sweet yet there was a sort of sinister hint in her eyes. Yet, her eyes had room to have the look of softness for Tomura.

The same softness given to him whenever he takes a break from fighting Machia all those months ago.

She walked towards him. Staying out of the glyph, and cooed, “Aw… getting a little teary-eyed? That’s a little unlike you.” 

“There… has to be another way… I'm back now…”

She looked at him with a small smile, “Unfortunately, this is temporary… I can’t keep this up for long even if I continue to live. Well, he couldn’t allow me anyways so it doesn’t even matter. And it’s taking on a toll for me so…” 

“Then rest… please…”

But he knows that if she does,  he might go back to being him again and neither wants that.

“I will soon. Don’t worry.”

Tomura starts to breathe heavily but he tries to keep it quiet. He doesn’t want to cry in front of her right now. 

She reaches out for him, but doesn’t touch him. “Shhh… it’s okay… it’s okay… you can let it out…”

He didn’t even realize tears were starting to pour down. 

“If it weren’t for him, I would’ve loved to destroy this cursed society along with you. Afterall, they should be the ones who should be guilty of their crimes since we are as equally as guilty. It’s just that society has such standards that one might question if they don’t look hard enough.”

“So Tomura-kun… what will you do now?”

Tomura still has so many questions. Not even half were answered. But he knew no matter how hard he tries, she will always dance her way through them to avoid answering. But she has no intentions of hiding.

So what is she really planning?

“I will still destroy. I can’t turn back to it now.”

He simply said. And that’s the truth.

She had a bit of shock but quickly changed her expression to a more sorrowful one, like she knew that was the answer she was expecting but wishes it was something different.

“Even so… I still want you… to live in a world where you can be who you really are… with me… I want to get to know you more. I want… I’m doing this for you. And yet, you are just giving yourself away like this…”

He’s not begging. He doesn’t want to. Because no matter how much he begged, she won’t change her mind. That just shows how stubborn he is. It’s probably because of him. 

“I love you Yuki-chan. And you’re taking my heart with you… please…” He told himself he wouldn’t beg. But he can’t help it.

“...I’m sorry… that heart belongs to Rochelle… not me… I can’t take it.”

“But Yuki-chan… you’ve always been there. From the first time we met as kids. From the moment you joined the League. When I treated you like a ghost. When taking care of me when I was fighting Machia. Hell, even when I was in surgery you watched me! You see? I don’t care where you came from or what you become after that. I care about you! All of you!”

There was a long silence. Yukina looked shocked. But she sadly smiled and that look alone, gave Tenko the answer.

“You really… are devious ones… but then again… that’s the one thing I love about you… Yuki-chan.”

Yukina smiled and looked up.

“Ah… My final hour is here… and now I must take my final bow. I must say… I’m a little scared of death. But I will welcome it with open arms…”

With a soft look, “Take care, Tenko-kun… I hope you will be able to live a life full of happiness… just like I wish I had… and I hope we meet again… in another life. I love you.”

Tenko held his breath as Yukina softly started dancing under the scythe that would soon drop. He wants to move, but his body refuses. All he could do was watch. Watch Yukina dancing away to her death.

There was a soft look on her face, like she had accepted that this was her end, yet she was happy. What is she happy about? Why is she happy?

What felt like forever, she finally took her final curtsy and waited, as the reaper raised the scythe.

As soon as Tenko reached his hand out for Yukina, the scythe went for her neck and the next thing he knew, he was back in the hellhole of a cave.

He was stunned. He couldn’t even get to at least see Yukina’s corpse. He fell to his knees, processing what just happened before he slowly started to scream.

Shuichi heard the pain scream and went over to the depths of the cave to check Tomura, holding the hand and blue flower that his dearest friend always wore in her hat.

[unusual-raccoon]

Silver Son (Ch. 1) | by Unusual_Raccoon (JaceLuke)

for @greeksorceress

@livinginafantasysposts, @angelicpraxis, @bimyself06

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dark Jacaerys Velaryon, Blonde Jacaerys Velaryon, Jace is Daemon's Biological Son, Complicated Relationships, Political Alliances, Canon-Typical Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Jacaerys Velaryon, Omega Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Episode: s01e08 The Lord of the Tides (House of the Dragon), Viserys I Targaryen Lives, Daemyra Have Disney Parent-itis = they died

Summary:

The startling death of both his mother and step-father leaves Lucerys reeling and taken to ward in the Vale. When his claim to Driftmark is threatened, he is left defenseless, with only an estranged elder half brother to call upon for aid: Jacaerys Targaryen - the prince of Dragonstone.

WC: 5,4K+

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It began with a letter.

A scroll had arrived upon Dragonstone, to his ancestral seat, the seat inherited from his mother and bestowed upon him by the king. His grandsire had been benevolent, loving even, in his decision. In addition to retaining his mother’s seat upon Dragonstone, it was the King’s wish that he also take the family name.

Jacaerys ran reverent fingers over the practiced effete hand scrawled across the parchment.

To the Prince of Dragonstone,

I write to you in my time of need. The passing of our mother has been a time of great sorrow, which has only been worsened by my claim upon Driftmark being challenged by Ser Vaemond Velaryon. He believes himself to be more deserving of the seat and seeks to use our mother’s passing and my status as an Omega to strengthen his own claim. Had I closer kin to call upon, I assure you, this burden would be placed upon them and not you. However the enormity of your presence at the proceedings cannot be understated. Your support as my blood, our mother’s eldest male, and as the holder of our family’s ancestral seat would be invaluable. I am currently a ward of the Lady Jeyne Arryn in the Vale, any further correspondence should be sent to the Eyrie.

Your estranged yet hopeful brother,

Prince Lucerys Velaryon

The letter was passed to his sisters, Baela and Rhaena, who unsurprisingly read it together, their white-gold heads tilted together, lips moving in unison as they read.

He was certain if their father had yet lived, he would insist on Jacaerys wedding them both. As of yet, he had married neither.

“Gerardys thinks discretion is best,” Jacaerys informed.

“I want to know your thoughts.”

“He is in the Vale,” Rhaena began.

“And Jeyne Arryn hated father.” Baela added, “Write to him if you wish…”

“I doubt the Lady Jeyne will permit my letters to get very far.” Jacaerys concluded with a frown, resting his chin against a closed fist.

“Jace,” Baela called, voice beseeching, yet firm, her small copper hand framed over his, “he is your brother,” she looked briefly towards Rhaena with intention before turning back to Jacaerys, “and he is alone…do what you must and know that we will support you.”

The proceedings would be soon, no doubt. He would fly to King’s Landing, support his brother and return home before long. If only to honor their mother’s legacy.

“Ser Steffon,” He called, the knight had been loyal to his mother and Jacaerys had squired for him for a time when he was a boy. Daemon had trusted him.

“Please inform Maester Gerardys that we will be departing for King’s Landing.”

The older man gave a nod, and a curt, “my prince.”

. . .

It had been days since he had sent his letter and the lady of the Vale had been adamant in sharing her opinion on the matter.

It had been days and he had yet to receive word from his elder brother. Not so much as a single scroll from a raven. Nothing.

Days and he, himself, was now awaiting the proceedings in King’s Landing. A boy of four and ten, left to contest the claims of a landed knight of noble blood, alone. If the Sea Snake survived the wounds he sustained in the Stepstones, then mayhaps he’d receive some support. The whispers that floated around court were far from promising though.

Ser Corwyn of House Corbray had traveled with him at Jeyne Arryn’s behest to ensure his safety, though Lucerys was not so oblivious, he knew her motives in part. Aside from offering protection, should the proceedings conclude in a manner that was unfavorable, Lucerys would return to the Vale with Corwyn, with little else to protect him but his shared blood with House Arryn, and little to offer but his hand.

Corwyn was genial and handsome, a level-headed Beta with an adequate inheritance. Given the circumstances, should the worst come to pass it was the best he could hope for.

Vaemond Velaryon droned on about the storied past of House Velaryon, and if, perhaps the lecture were regarding anything other than the contesting of Lucerys’ claim upon Driftmark, he may have been moved by the impassioned words.

Misfortune was more than a friend to him, she was a lover, a cruel mistress - his grandsire, the King Viserys did not sit the throne. His hand, Otto Hightower and lady wife, Queen Alicent Hightower, did in his stead.

Hope was a diminishing thing.

He swallowed a breath and made his peace. Mayhaps Corwyn wouldn’t mind if Joffrey lived with them, Lucerys would hate to lose contact with his younger brother as he had with Aegon and Viserys when mother passed.

The doors to the throne room promptly swing open as a member of the Kingsguard heralds the arrival of something Lucerys had dared not dream of - hope.

“Jacaerys Targaryen, son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone!”

It resounded through the throne room, clear and strong. A shiver bolted down Lucerys' spine, crackling to trembling, cold fingertips.

“The princesses Baela and Rhaena Targaryen, daughters of Daemon Targaryen!”

His chest constricted as three white-gold heads came into view. He came, he came, he came.

Dressed in the colors of their house, Valyrian steel upon his hip and sisters at his side, there was no denying his elder brother cut the image of the conqueror. His mother’s first born, her beloved Jacaerys, her silver son.

Envy and something warmer prickled in Lucerys’ belly as he witnessed his brother carve his way into the room.

It was a horror to face Alicent and her parade of snide silver-haired children, yet as Jacaerys and their cousins came to a halt silently by his side, Lucerys felt…bolstered. Unafraid.

He swallowed dumbly, too stunned to speak.

“Prince Jacaerys,” Otto Hightower began in his slithering way, “I was unaware you had been summoned to the proceedings.”

“As they do not concern you,” Vaemond Velaryon added pointedly.

“These proceedings concern my brother, ser, therefore they are indeed my concern. Do you intend to remove me from the proceedings, or am I no longer my father’s son?”

Sweat clung thickly to Lucerys’ nape.

Vaemond’s eyes darted to the dragon’s egg pommel of Dark Sister at Jacaerys’ hip.

“Indeed…you are.” Vaemond drawled.

Jacaerys rested an easy palm upon his sword - the sword of his true father. Lips tilted in the smile of someone who was well versed in their games.

Thank the gods, Lucerys thought.

“Be calm,” his brother said in a whisper, “all is well.”

Lucerys blinked up at his brother owlishly, as Jacaerys faced the likes of the greens with a steely expression, utterly statuesque.

“Continue, Ser Vaemond.” The Lady Alicent Hightower bade, though as he made to speak, the doors to the throne room were parted a second time.

And heralded was not only further hope, but the head of their house. The King.

Lucerys watched with a delirious sort of relief as the hand of the king slithered from the throne he coveted so dearly.

The death of both his daughter and brother had worsened the king’s rapidly declining health, and yet, the man appeared to fend off the Stranger time and again, if only out of spite.

His frail form hobbled across the throne room, short of breath. All seemed cowed by the appearance of their poorly sovereign. Yet, it was the prince of Dragonstone that stood tall with pride at the sight of him.

Every head bowed as the king passed, Lucerys discerned his brother’s silver head lowered in deep deference.

Their grandsire paused before the throne, breathing a labor and grip tight on the ivory dragon’s head upon his cane.

He soldiered up the first few steps before his footing grew encumbered by his weakened state, and his crown clattered to the floor of the throne room with a deafening clang.

Members of the kingsguard rushed to his side, yet Viserys denied their aid. Grip coiled so tightly upon his cane that Lucerys feared the handle might snap.

Lucerys wondered his elder brother’s thoughts on the matter, yet turned to his side and found Jacaerys…gone.

It was neither the king's own sons, nor his lady wife that stood  beside him, but rather, Jacaerys. His brother had collected the King’s crown, and offered a hand to their grandsire.

To the surprise of all, Lucerys included, this was support he accepted. Viserys hissed and groaned in pain as he forced his decaying body and atrophied limbs to scale each step.

It was with Jacaerys’ aid that their frail king was lowered into his rightful seat, crown upon his head.

Lucerys watched as Jacaerys stalked to his side once more…blood rushed to his cheeks.

His brother’s scent wafted in a curious curl, the woodsy aroma white oak and the crackling sweetness of an open flame exacerbated the throbbing ache of his blush that burned upon his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

Their grandsire huffed upon the throne.

“I must…admit my confusion…” their grandsire began, the affable thoughtlessness of an old, sickly man, or so it seemed, “I do not understand…why petitions are being heard over a settled succession?”

The hazy memory of Driftmark’s white sands came in like the tide. His cold little feet tucked against the backs of warm knees, secreted away in a bed that was not his own. Hushed, giggling whispers, then frantic ones. Something had been stolen, something important. Pale hair so unlike his own stained more crimson than silver in milky moonlight, a single hefty stone caked wet with blood, a single eye slashed in defense.

Lucerys’ succession had been settled there, he supposed, he recalled very little of his youth.

Driftmark, Lucerys swallowed, was that the last time he had seen his elder brother?

Viserys’ voice pulled him from his thoughts, much like Valyrian steel, it seemed the aged and peaceful king had never quite lost his edge, nor wit.

Their grandmother Rhaenys was summoned forth, Lucerys had written to her as well, but her support had been just as uncertain as that of his illusory elder half-brother, Jacaerys.

Yet, when Rhaenys voiced Lord Corlys’ unwavering desire for Lucerys to inherit the driftwood throne, and came to the aid of her grandson above that of her good-brother, Vaemond began to unravel with a manic air about him.

“Well…” their grandsire huffed,“the matter is settled…again.”

“I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon, as the heir to Driftmark, the driftwood throne, and the next lord of the tides.”

By his side, Jacaerys straightened with a satisfied smirk. His cousins - cousins Jacaerys had once defended - smiled upon his other side.

“You break law…” Vaemond began, voice awed, deepening with festering outrage, “and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir, hubris that the gods have paid you for, yet you would dare tell me who should inherit the name Velaryon?”

Lucerys gasped, a shaking hand pressed to his open mouth. Tears stung in his eyes, to invoke the memory of their mother in such a manner - his chest ached.

“No - I will not allow it.” The hoarse whisper of his voice sent tremors of icy dread down Lucerys spine. Subtly, he noticed Jacaerys’ grip curl white-knuckled upon Dark Sister’s hilt.

The irony of Vaemond’s arrogance and talk of hubris was not lost upon the young prince as every word was but a whetstone to a headsman's axe. Such was the irrevocable ego of a noble alpha, something he was certain his elder brother possessed.

“Allow it?” Viserys echoed in a rasp, the visible side of his face spasmed with rage and grief.

“Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.” Viserys reprimanded, gravitas in his voice.

Ser Vaemond whirled upon them quickly, a growl in his voice as he pointed to Lucerys.

“That-” a finger was held in accusation, a lance set to pierce, “is no true Velaryon! He is certainly no nephew of mine.”

Lucerys wished to shrink from the attention, but instead mimed the set of his elder brother’s shoulders, channeling the power of their blood.

Vaemond’s threat was met in kind as Jacaerys growled a warning, tangible, the single building flange of his subvocals said ‘Mind your waggling tongue, great-uncle, or I shall mind it for you’.

The sound was that of a young, powerful, and virile alpha. Lucerys felt his brain begin to grow heavy with responsive pheromones. The sweetness of vanilla and browned butter softened the air, the faint twinge of sourness like curdled milk betrayed his distress.

Jacaerys stared at the man, their supposed kin, with disdainful violet eyes and a tense jaw. A knight decades his senior, and his elder brother did not flinch.

The urge to tug upon Jacaerys’ sleeve became overwhelming, a reflexive motion that he had no memory of learning, but nonetheless it was a desire he felt compelled to sate. He felt an itch in his bones to anchor himself to his elder brother.

At the rate the petition was going, Lucerys would rather simply wed Corwyn Corbray and hand his claim over - it was only in his mother’s name that he fought.

She had been adamant throughout his life regarding his legitimacy, regardless of how greensick he got amidst the swaying of a ship, or the fairness of his skin, or darkness of his hair - he was a Velaryon.

“My house has survived the Doom, and a thousand tribulations besides,” Vaemond raged, tempestuous, “and I will not see it ended on account of this b-”

His lips pursed tightly as if to hold the word back.

Jacaerys did not hide the flash of pointed teeth then. Oh, but his brother was clever, forcing his snarling lips into a smile. Goading.

“Say it…” Jace challenged in a chilling whisper.

Lucerys could scarcely find his breath, his cheeks burned with mortification. He could feel the leer of a vindicated one-eyed gaze. The unspoken truth hung heavy in the air. 

Bastard.

The rush of blood to his ears muffled all else.

“Your daughter was a whore, and her children are bastards!”

His brother’s scent thickened, more open flame than white oak as the king staggered to his feet with a growl.

Their grandsire tore his dagger from its sheath.

“I…will have your tongue for that.” The king demanded with bared, rotting teeth.

Lucerys’ hand shook, desperate for the finery of his brother’s sleeve…

He heard the scrape of steel being pulled from a scabbard. The whistling swing of it as it split the air. It happened quickly. Too quickly.

A wet slice, and the throne room echoed with cries of horror.

Ser Vaemond’s corpse slumped to the ground in two pieces.

The severed half of his head on one side, the motionless majority of his body upon the other. Betwixt the two pieces stood Jacaerys, Dark Sister in hand.

“You needn’t trouble yourself, your grace.” His elder brother said, reaching down with a twist of the blade before a wet hunk of pink flesh, oozing blood, was held between crimson fingers like a prize.

“Disarm him!” Otto Hightower demanded, yet the king merely held up a shaking hand to draw the swarm of Kingsguard to a swift halt; there was no ambiguity whom they served.

Jacaerys’ white-gold head lowered in deference as he cleaned the blade upon the velvet sleeve of his doublet. His sword returned to its sheath.

Lucerys felt bile burn in his throat as he stared at Vaemond’s corpse, utterly dazed. The overwhelming scent of iron flooded his olfactory senses; aside from Jacaerys, it was all he could smell, fire and blood.

He blinked and found tears in his eyes, his chest ached as he found the violet eyes of his elder brother; a stranger…

“Let this…stand as a reminder to those that would speak ill against the blood of House Targaryen…This proceeding is adjourned.”

The king declared, short of breath, expression pained.

Lucerys watched in horror as Vaemond’s head was plucked from the ground, held aloft in his brother’s fist; wet chunks of unspooled brains decorated the throne room’s polished floors like a great many wriggling worms.

As nobles and attending parties filed out, Lucerys had all but fled the throne room in a flurry of blue silks; some shades of aquamarine and seafoam to honor the Velaryon name, others in shades of sky blue to give thanks to his hosts in the Eyrie.

Thankfully, he discovered Ser Corwyn, who regarded him with a concerned expression, displaying none of the mania of Lucerys’ elder brother.

“Ready the horses,” Lucerys panted, steadying himself upon the proffered width of the knight’s forearm,“please.”

Corwyn’s hand was warm where it settled atop Luke’s fine little knuckles.

“Shall I fetch a maester, my prince, you look unwell-”

“Just the horses, please,” He hissed, “the sooner we might return to the Vale, the better.”

Corwyn’s gaze softened with what appeared to be fondness.

“Of course.”

Lucerys hurried to guest chambers provided to him within the keep, his face pressed between shaking hands. Gods, what had he done?

It had been a mistake to ever seek out his brother’s help. He sat upon the bed, head held in his hands - the image of Vaemond’s severed head swaying in Jacaerys’ grasp flashed behind closed eyes.

He flinched at a loud knock at the door, a shaking hand pressed to his ashen lips.

The image of pale hair stained more crimson than silver flashed through his mind.

“My prince,” a voice called, muffled through the door, “it is Ser Corwyn…”

“Ser Corwyn,” Lucerys echoed shakily, “enter.”

The Valeman offered a courteous nod, arms clasped behind his back, Lady Forlorn gleamed upon his hip.

“The horses have been readied, my prince,” Ser Corwyn informed.

Lucerys nodded shakily, “You have my gratitude, Ser Corwyn…” he uttered, “Your companionship has been…cherished in these times.”

The knight swallowed, standing a bit straighter. Betas had no scent to speak of, not in the way Alphas and Omegas did, but Lucerys discerned his words had the desired effect when his escort’s cheeks took a faint dusky hue.

“You honor me, my prince. Find me in the stables when you are prepared to depart.”

“Yes, of course.”

Not one to overstay his welcome, Corwyn departed, letting the door to Lucerys' chambers slide shut - yet it never did.

Lucerys gasped as he turned to find crimson fingers jammed in the door’s path, a figure garbed in the colors of their house slipped into the sanctity of his rooms soundlessly.

Jacaerys.

“I was wondering where you had gone.” His brother huffed, miraculously Vaemond’s head was nowhere in sight, which mayhaps was more disturbing a thought than if his brother was still carrying it about.

“The proceedings had concluded-” Lucerys began, pulse leaping hard.

“Aye,” his brother said, “And not so much as a ‘thank you’.”

Luke’s cheeks burned with a fierce blush.

“I- forgive me, of course, you have my thanks.”

His brother’s nose - mother’s nose, in fact, - curled in disapproval. He scratched idly at a speck of dried blood upon his cheek.

“You did not seem particularly enthused.” Jacaerys informed, with a dour turn of his lips.

Lucerys stared at his elder half-brother in disbelief.

“By your theatrics?”

“Theatrics?” His brother scoffed. The scent of white oak and open flames muddied his good sense.

“Yes, forgive me, Jacaerys, if I do not fall to your feet with gratitude - you have entirely sullied my claim to Driftmark with the murder of Ser Vaemond Velaryon.” 

Mayhaps it was his grief that fueled the fire burning within him, mayhaps it was something more…

“I shall be remembered as nothing more than a kinslayer who spilled blood for a seat he did not even want… thank you, brother.”

“A kinslayer?” Jacaerys echoed, apparently amused, “let us speak plainly, he was not your kin, and you had no hand in his murder.”

Bastard, the word rang in his head.

“Do you truly believe the courts will see it as such? That they will believe that I had not commanded it of you-”

“Commanded it?” His brother laughed, “I do not think the courts view you as capable of commanding a dog.”

Lucerys let out an indignant noise. His jaw clenched to the point of pain. His words were unbefitting of an Omega, especially a prince, regardless of his outrage. He was to conduct himself with aplomb.

“I - perhaps you are right,” Luke said coolly.

Curiosity flashed in the violet of his brother’s eyes.

“I am…grateful for your presence at the proceedings today.”

Jacaerys’ brow furrowed slightly, disdainfully plush lips flattened into an unamused expression.

His brother took a step closer and Lucerys shivered, feeling as he passed into the sphere of his brother’s blanketing scent. The odor of white oak and sweetness of open flames saturated his palate.

Lucerys felt his spine begin to lose rigidly, the tight furl of his fists begin to wane.

His heart pounded faster, harder, lodged in his throat. Horror spread through him like a sickness as his wretched hindbrain poisoned him with pacifying pheromones. He knew little of his brother for certain, save that he was entirely mad.

His head lolled back effortlessly, white throat exposed. Reddened fingers reached for him.

“Do not, I-” He shuddered as the space between himself and his brother shrank too much, “I will…scream.”

Jacaerys paused, his expression neutral, had he remained placid Lucerys might have admitted that his elder half-brother was handsome.

“I am your kin,” Jacaerys said carefully, as if that might ease Lucerys’ worry.

It did not.

“There are many people in this very keep that are my kin, all of whom would gladly see me dead.”

His brother held up large placating hands.

“Luke,” he exhaled and it startled Lucerys how natural his name sounded upon his brother’s tongue, “I am not one of them.”

He swallowed. Telling friends from foe became increasingly difficult, even more so following the passing of their mother.

“Swear it,” Lucerys demanded, “Swear that you will not harm me.”

He stared at his brother, silver haired, Valyrian steel upon his hip - the antithesis of all that Lucerys was, and yet the same.

“Swear it up your father’s sword.”

His brother smiled down at the dragon’s egg pommel of Dark Sister…

“Is my presence in this wretched place not proof enough of my concern for you?”

Lucerys shook his head with a small sound, “For all I know you came today to secure Driftmark’s seat for one of your wives.”

His brother’s expression remained infuriatingly unreadable.

“I came only in support of my brother who needed me.”

“‘Tis very virtuous of you,” Lucerys replied with a small sneer, “Swear it now, that we might ally ourselves, and when you are in want of your crown in the future, know that you might pursue it with the Velaryon fleet at your back.”

Jacaerys smirked.

“Your proposal is sound…”

Luke nodded.

“Though, there is a way we might ally ourselves more…officially, in turn strengthening both your claim to Driftmark and mine to the throne.”

Lucerys narrowed dark eyes at his brother.

“How…?”

The scent of vanilla and browned butter melted into the air.

Jacaerys’ smile widened.

“Marry me” he said, as though it were the simplest thing there was.

Luke tensed, mouth hanging open.

“I - what?”

His brother stepped closer, but halted swiftly as if remembering Lucerys’ warning.

“Think of it - we could marry upon Dragonstone, none would oppose it. None would dare contest your claim or parentage without knowing my wroth. You would be spared the horror of being sold like chattel to the highest bidder, should you return to the Eyrie with that pretentious fool of a Beta. Marrying within our house, in a ceremony steeped in tradition, it would do well for your image,”

He patted the hilt of his sword, “A marriage is as binding as any oath…Were you my wife, I would allow no harm to befall you. You have gone too long without an Alpha. Too long without proper protection.”

Lucerys licked his lips, spine tingling.

“How is - I cannot imagine your wives are amenable to the idea.”

Jacaerys chuckled and oh, it was a pleasant sound that buzzed in his ears.

“I am unmarried. As are my sisters.”

Lucerys stared at his brother, as his aggravatingly handsome half-smile, the pointed peek of a canine visible. A speck of blood dried upon his cheek.

“I-”

Jacaerys stepped closer and Lucerys’ head swam with his scent, the lulling tide of pheromones that dampened his senses and dulled his shrewdness.

His brother was a stranger in truth, one that seemed too unpredictable to trust. Yet, Lucerys found himself in the weakened state of needing allies - powerful ones.

His brother held the dragon seat. His brother was the prince of Dragonstone. Their mother’s eldest son. Trained in the likes of history and swordplay in the North. He wielded Dark Sister. He was the blood of the dragon.

“Allow me to consider the matter further?”

His brother’s mouth twisted in a frown. His jaw flexed tightly.

“I- I have things in the Vale that I must think of,”

“Lovers?” There was the flange of an unrealized growl in his brother’s throat that turned his knees to liquid.

“No,” he huffed, “things of greater importance-”

“If they are important, I will have them brought to Dragonstone-”

“Gods, it is my dragon!” He cried out, “And my brother, my full-blooded brother. Joffrey.”

Jacaerys’ brow furrowed.

“I will not part with him - I will not.”

Joffrey had been through too much, he had lost too much. He refused to simply abandon him. He would sooner incur Jacaerys’ wroth himself, before leaving Joffrey behind.

His brother’s gaze stilled upon his lips and Lucerys felt the pump of his heart within his chest like a frightened hare.

“You will not.” Jacaerys echoed with deep meaning.

“Return to the Vale,” His brother instructed, “both are welcome home.”

Home… Lucerys thought, Gods, he hadn’t dared to dream of having one since the passing of his mother.

He wrung fine blue silks between damp palms.

“Jacaerys?” Luke called, throat tight, “why are you doing this?”

His body burned warm with the heat of that violet gaze upon his lips once more.

“Why help me?”

His brother offered a smile that softened his features and creased the corners of his eyes.

“I,” he paused, not one wont for hesitation, the mere hitch in his breath seemed significant, “I believe it is what our mother would have wanted.”

Lucerys sucked in a sharp breath. His vision waned and the unsteadiness of his legs threatened to give out. He braced a hand upon whatever he could reach - evidently, that was Jacaerys.

His fingers felt smooth velvet and the coarseness of dried blood - Vaemond’s blood, blood Jacaerys had spilled in hisname…

He clung to his brother’s sleeve, the motion was the burn of an itch being scratched to the point of pain and drawn blood.

The memory of High Tide returned in fractured pieces, the pair of them bloody, the left side of Jacaerys face was streaked red, Luke’s nose had been broken, his hand was clutched to his elder brother’s sleeve…

“Two weeks,” his brother murmured, breath warm and so very near Lucerys’ parted lips, “A fortnight from here to the Vale - no stops. Be sure to inform your pet, you have appointments to keep.”

Appointments, Lucerys thought dizzily, a wedding.

“I must consider it further, my departure from the Vale will crush Ser Corwyn,”

Jacaerys smiled, all sharp teeth, “Have care, I will crush him if he intends to deny your departure.”

Lucerys felt the incandescent swell of whine in his throat. His brother pressed him more firmly to his chest. Aquiline nose touching Lucerys’ temple. The scent of white oak and the sweetness of an open flame was all around him.

“He will not, he is an honorable sort. Not at all the kind of man to murder a knight unawares like a cutthroat.”

Jacaerys chuckled.

“Let him keep his honor,” His elder-brother hummed as Lucerys’ eyes fluttered shut, “So long as he does not keep you…”

His head swam as he was carefully lowered to a plush seat upon the edge of the bed within his chambers. The happenings of the day had drawn the vigor from him, his adrenaline fizzled dry in his veins.

“I have not agreed to anything,” Lucerys slurred, slumping in his brother’s arms.

We lived here once, he thought to himself, wrapped in his brother’s scent, together.

Yet, when he awoke, it was to an empty bed and a sore head and the flake of dried blood beneath his nails.

. . .

Jacaerys had answered the king's summons, pausing at the sound of fervent discussion and what sounded like the queen’s voice echoing from the king’s chambers.

“-the boy is entirely mad, Viserys. He was seen feeding Ser Vaemond’s head to his horrid dragon-”

Jace smirked to himself.

“Who has seen such things?” His grandsire asked.

“I- what?” The queen stammered.

“The guards reported he entered the dragonpit with Ser Vaemond’s head and exited the pit without it.” 

“How do you know Vaemond’s head was fed to a dragon? Did you witness the act itself?” Viserys asked, a shrewdness about his words that made the queen hiss in frustration.

The doors to the king’s chambers were thrown open and the queen emerged, face bloodless at the sight of him.

“Your grace,” Jacaerys greeted with a nod.

He knocked gently upon his grandsire’s door.

“You wished to see me, your grace.”

Viserys eyed him behind the copious layers of fresh linen bandages. His grandsire gave a stiff nod and motioned for Jace to close the door to his chambers.

He seemed a smaller man, bundled beneath blankets, frail. Yet, there had not been a sight more powerful than his entry into the throne room.

“Sit.” The king bade, his liver-spotted head with its lank silver strands tilted towards an empty seat near enough to his own.

Jacaerys nodded and took his seat.

“The queen thinks me a monster,” He said, though the thought did not unsettle him, in fact, he took a great deal of comfort at the thought of Alicent Hightower fearing him. His grandsire coughed noisily into a kerchief.

“She speaks out of fear, many would given what you did today.” His grandsire said, a milky violet eye narrowed knowingly.

“I defended the honor of my house, of my brother’s name, my mother’s name. The man was bound for a traitor’s death given how he spoke to you.”

Viserys said nothing for a time.

“Were you not my blood you would be bound for the same, you know this.”

“Your grace-”

“Jacaerys,” His grandsire huffed in irritation, “you are the worst of them at times,” He murmured, remaining eye wet with tears, “their stubbornness, their entitlement, their restlessness, his brashness, his arrogance-”

His throat tightened and he shied from the bluntness of his grandsire’s words. Softening at the affectionate brush of aged fingers against his cheek.

“And yet, you are the best of him at times, loyal, brave, cunning…”

They lapsed into a raw, red silence.

“For the gods to take them both-” His grandsire inhaled a deep, shaking breath, “I am sorry, my boy, that we have not spoken sooner.”

A shaking hand settled atop his where it clung to the arm of his chair, “I could not condemn your actions, child. Let the hens at court cluck and gossip as they like about the matter, but what you say is true, you were defending your family; and the blood of the dragon runs thick. Worry not for the queen nor her ilk, do you understand?”

Jacaerys nodded, cheeks damp.

“Thank you,” Jace murmured, clutching tight to his grandsire’s hand as the elder Alpha nodded, his exhaustion clear in his every movement.

“You must swear something to me, Jacaerys.”

“Anything-”

“Be better than we were, dear boy. The loss of a parent is…dire. It wounds here,” his grandsire’s shaking fingers poked at his chest, at the three-headed dragon sewn upon Jacaerys’s doublet, “in the soul.”

“As grievous the loss, do not let it be the cause for any more… you have spent much time away from your brother, he may not say it, Jacaerys, but he needs you...and I speak with authority on the matter when I say, you need him just as well. Swear that you will guard one another, always, regardless of childish disagreements - swear that you will let nothing divide you."

Jace swallowed beyond the lump in his throat, found the taste of vanilla and browned butter upon his tongue.

He met his grandsire’s gaze, gripped their aged king’s hand in his with intention.

“I swear it.”

[theforgottenmcrmy]

Being Married to Ser Harwin Strong and Becoming the Lady of House Tyrell...

᯽ Please note that these headcanons are directly inspired by the series “Growing Strong”. While reading that series is not entirely necessary to understand these, it is helpful for having background context. Tumblr is being mean and won’t let me post it here, but the Growing Strong Masterlist can be found on the pinned post on my blog. ᯽

​Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Tyrell! Female Reader

Warnings: GOT typical sexism, canon divergence, mentions of previous death of characters.

A/N: This was requested a couple of times. Hopefully this covers most aspects of those requests, but if there’s anything I missed, please feel free to send me an ask or otherwise request that an idea be expanded upon.😊🖤

Returning to Highgarden...

You had not been born to inherit the title of Lady of Highgarden.

Your father, Lord Larris Tyrell, succumbed to sickness shortly after your betrothal to Ser Harwin Strong. When he did, the family titles and holdings had transferred to your older brother, Derron Tyrell.

But the gods had a twisted sense of humor. You may not have been born to inherit Highgarden, but that is exactly what had come to pass when, not even a year after your wedding to Harwin, your brother had also passed. His death was a mysterious one- despite being young and in his prime, Derron had succumbed to sickness, just as your father had. However, as much as you found yourself questioning the suspicious circumstances of your brother's passing, there was no use in denying the inevitable.

After some pesky and unpleasant business with a meddling cousin had been dealt with, King Viserys had proclaimed it to be lawful and true: you had become the Lady Y/N Tyrell, Mistress of Highgarden, Defender of the Marshes, Lady Paramount of the Reach, Wardeness of the South, and all other titles that had been honorably bestowed upon your family. In addition, all the keeps and holdings of the Tyrell family had passed to you as well.

Given the circumstances, returning to Highgarden was a necessity. You bid a tearful goodbye to Princess Rhaenyra, whom you had served faithfully as a lady in waiting for quite some time, before you, and your husband, Ser Harwin Strong, made way for the Reach.

Though King Viserys had already declared it so, once you brother, Lord Derron, had been laid to rest, it was official in the eyes of those who lived in Highgarden, and all else who had traveled to be present for his burial- you were now truly the Lady of House Tyrell.

Your return to Highgarden was not the first time that Harwin had visited your home. He first accompanied you for the funeral of your father. The pair of you had stayed in Highgarden for a short time, as long as what was expected to assist your brother with wrapping up your father's affairs, but the stay was not a prolonged one. You hated lingering on the thoughts of your father's passing for too long, and both you, as a lady in waiting to Princess Rhaenyra, and Harwin, as a Captain in the City Watch, had duties to attend to back in King's Landing. As a result of your short visit, the staff at Highgarden had not been able to get a proper impression of Harwin.

But when you and your new husband returned to Highgarden for the second time, the servants and other staff finally were finally able to form an opinion of him.

Unfortunately, Harwin was at a disadvantage in this regard; his reputation proceeded him. Harwin was called "Breakbones" for a reason, and his intimidating stature only encouraged the various fanatical tales spun of how he might have earned the nickname. Initially, many of the Highgarden staff were afraid of him; in addition to his nickname and broad stature, many of the staff had also heard tales of Harwin's infamous temper. Most of the staff were at least wary of him, and some even feared being in the same room as him. This was all despite the fact that Harwin gave none of them any legitimate reason to be frightened of him, and had, on the contrary, gone to great lengths to be perfectly polite and pleasant to everyone he encountered.

Eventually, once the staff became accustomed to Harwin's presence, and his rather tolerable and easy-going demeanor, they realized what you had known to be the truth all along- they had nothing to fear from him.

But the way Harwin had finally begun to win over your household staff is a story for another day...

While Harwin battled his reputation within Highgarden, you worked tirelessly to learn all the intricate details of your new position. As you had not been raised to inherit the family titles, nor run Highgarden, you did not have a deep understanding of the duties that would now be required of you.

But you were smart. Smarter than you tended to give yourself credit for, Harwin would often remind you.

And though your father's preachings and advice were mainly directed for the benefit of your older brother, you had never been excluded from such wisdoms. In fact, over time, you had discovered that your father was more open and honest with you regarding the business dealings of the family inheritance than most other noble girls could have even hoped to expect from their own father. Your rather fortunate family standing meant that the very best tudors could be afforded for both you and Derron, and the topics of your personal education did not vary too greatly from the one your brother received. Accounting, negotiating, history... your father had deemed them all relevant to your studies, and declared you would not be restricted from learning them.

Apart from whatever wisdom you could recall from your father, you also had an invaluable resource in your uncle, Lord Elwood Meadows. Your late mother's brother had been Steward for both your father and brother. He was more than happy to assist you as you became acquainted with the duties of your new position and learned information that would help you became a great Lady in your own right.

It was not difficult at all for you to request Lord Elwood to stay on as your Steward. Nor was it difficult for your uncle to accept your offer.

Despite the necessary learning curve, Harwin knew that you were more than capable than shouldering the burden that the gods had thrust upon you with the death of your brother and father. He knew that you were stronger, and smarter, then most men gave you credit for. And while that may be to their downfall, it would not be Harwin's.

Setting the tone...

Highgarden was your domain. And while some of your bannermen had more... outdated, notions about women holding positions of power, particularly one of House Tyrell's standing, Harwin was more than happy to remind them who, between the two of you, was truly in charge.

The first opportunity for Harwin to do so occurred very early shortly after you assumed your new position, and after you had returned to Highgarden. What was meant to be a small affair in which your bannermen were to renew their oaths of fealty to you, as was to be expected as the new Lady of House Tyrell, had turned into a prolonged, several-day affair. Lords from all over the Reach traveled to Highgarden to pay their respects to your late brother, and to you, their new liege lady.

Naturally, some of them had also come to request monetary aid for various hardships they had endured over the past few months. You had not minded this at first- it was only natural that the requestors, some of which had traveled a significant distance, wished to speak to you personally about the delicate matter of gold. But, while some lords intended to request aid for honest causes, others had made the journey to Highgarden with less than sincere intentions...

For three days, you sat in the Great Hall in Highgarden, hearing petitions presented to you by your bannermen. You were seated upon the throne that had once sat the Gardener Kings, as well as every other head of House Tyrell that had come before you. Harwin was seated on a smaller, though still grand, throne beside you, one that had always seated the Gardener Kings' Queen Consorts, and the other Ladies of House Tyrell. The last of your bannermen had finally trickled into Highgarden, and both you and Harwin hoped that the third day of formally receiving and speaking with each of them would be your last.

Harwin had been unable to sit easily upon the throne; though he had yet to inherit his own family's seat of Harrenhal, and had just as little experience holding audiences as you, that was not what bothered him. You had recently discovered you were with child, and while Harwin was privy to this information, not many others around you were. As you adjusted to your new position in society and your new physical state, you fatigued faster and easier than usual. And by day three of listening to various lords of the Reach talk for hours on end, you were downright exhausted. Harwin would have preferred for you to be doing just about anything else than what you were currently... Perhaps you could have some additional time alone to privately grieve the loss of your brother. Or, perhaps you could see to the other duties that your uncle and Steward had impressed upon you were urgent. Or - and the most favorable idea in Harwin's mind - perhaps you could simply rest.

But, as none of those alternatives were a possibility, Harwin resigned himself to sitting beside you, watching you carefully, and readying himself to assist you with anything you might want or need. Harwin stole worried glances over at you as frequently as he dared, but both of you knew you would not, nor should not, refuse proper audiences with your bannermen, despite your personal fatigue. Harwin was already protective of you; you hadn't always needed him to be, but it was simply in his nature to be fiercely protective of those he loved. That had only increased when you had become the Lady of House Tyrell. And, since you had recently disclosed the fact that you were also with child, his protectiveness had increased again- this time, by tenfold. 

Several of the lords over the first few days had made the grave mistake of addressing Harwin with formal requests for monetary aid, instead of you. You had corrected them all swiftly, and downright chided some of the bolder ones for their blatant lack of respect. Harwin had been forced to muffle a laugh into the palm of his hand, cleverly disguised as a cough, of course, on more than one occasion. Watching you put those lords in their place and seeing their flabbergasted reactions was highly endearing to him, and Harwin found himself constantly reminded of his own words he'd said to you once- "roses have thorns."

Some of the lords petitioning you were quick learners, and after the first few rude displays, most of them had the sense to address you, and only you, with their requests. But it seemed that the last lot of lords had either not yet been advised of this from their predecessors, or simply did not care. One lord in particular, Lord George Graceford, was perhaps the most egregious of them all.

Lord George Graceford kept his condolences for the loss of your brother chaste. His public acknowledgement of your new position as the Lady of House Tyrell and sworn fealty of House Graceford of Holyhall was even chaster. Once he was done with the formalities, he hurriedly recounted his dramatic tale of a devastating harvest the previous fall. He concluded his speech with a request for a hefty amount financial aid, which was to be used to replenish his lands with seeds and farmhands. Spring had already arrived, and time was of the essence, it seemed.

Unlike how you had promptly addressed the previous lords, you glossed over Lord Graceford's disrespect. This struck Harwin as rather odd, and it immediately caught his attention. As previously mentioned, you were already prone to tiredness. And, as it was day three of listening to similar requests to that of Lord Graceford's, you were weary. But, instead of chastising Lord Graceford for his lack of respect, you merely responded, "I will not spurn you for an act of the gods, Lord Graceford. However, I must confess that your request puzzles me... My uncle and good steward, Lord Elwood, has informed me that not but two months past, you requested similar aid from my late brother, the Lord Derron. That request, from my understanding of our accounts, was granted... though it seems that House Graceford has yet to repay the debt. Pray tell, My Lord, what was that gold put towards?"

"The gold was used to recuperate our losses from the previous harvest, My Lady. It was also used to pay back several related debts."

Even Harwin thought it all sounded a bit suspicious. If not to cover their own expenses and losses, where was all of House Grayford's gold disappearing to? Harwin was relieved to hear that you were of the same mind.

"You incurred a new debt to pay off an old one?" you questioned, your bewilderment evident in your tone. "... Nevermind that; I shall not state my opinion of that here, My Lord. If you are requesting aid to ensure a successful harvest, House Tyrell will not turn you away. However, I would like to have my uncle look over your steward's accounting before such your request is granted, if only to ensure the funds are being properly allocated for their designated purposes."

Lord Elwood, who was seated on the other side of you, looked pleased with your response, and verbalized as much. He complimented, "A wise decision, My Lady." To lighten the quickly shifting mood in the Great Hall, your uncle added, "One can never be too careful with a matter such as finances, as I am sure you can understand, Lord Graceford."

However, Lord Graceford looked less than pleased as narrowed his eyes at you and pursed his lips. It was apparent to all those present in the Great Hall that he had not truly expected to be met with any resistance, despite the rather sizable amount of gold he was requesting. But, when Lord Graceford opened his mouth to say his next words, they were not directed to you at all. Instead, he looked at Harwin.

"And, what say you, My Lord?"

Harwin looked over at you curiously. Instead of the fire he had seen ignite in your eyes in response to similar situations over the previous few days, you looked suddenly small. Meek, even. As if you wanted him to simply appease Lord Graceford's ridiculous and childish behavior, if only so that the man might be on his way. Upon seeing this, Harwin's heart lurched for you. You were capable of standing up for yourself; Harwin had seen that in you before he had even come to truly know you. Now that the two of you were wed, he knew it to be truer now than ever before.

But Harwin wanted you to be assured that even though he knew you were perfectly able to defend yourself, you didn't always have to. Especially when you were still grieving the loss of your dear brother, and managing the additional tiredness that came along with carrying your joint child.

Harwin asked of him, "Lord Graceford... Where are we?"

Lord Graceford looked taken aback at Harwin's seemingly senseless pondering. "... Highgarden, My Lord?"

"Yes. And whose seat is this castle?"

"Highgarden is the seat of House Tyrell, My Lord."

"Yes, it is... And what is my name?"

If Lord Graceford looked confused before, he looked downright befuddled at Harwin's turn of questioning then. "... I beg your pardon, My Lord?"

Harwin didn't blink. "What is my name, Lord Graceford?"

"Ser Harwin Strong."

"Strong? ... Not Tyrell?"

Lord Graceford deadpanned, finally having caught on to Harwin's clever words. "No, My Lord. Not Tyrell."

"It seems the only Tyrell present would be my Lady Wife, Y/N. After all, this is her family seat, and she has welcomed you into her family's ancestral home. You have traveled here to reaffirm your oath of loyalty to her. And now, you have come to request financial aid of your liege, as is your right... But I wonder, Lord Graceford, why is it that you have redirected your inquiry to me, a Strong, when none other than a Tyrell may grant you the relief you seek? I am the Lady Y/N's husband, but the power of House Tyrell is in her hands, and hers alone. I believe that she has already offered you a more than generous solution to your problem, and I advise you take her offer, My Lord, before it is retracted. If you seek a man who would undermine the authority of his wife in her home, you are gravely mistaken, as you will not find that man in me."

Many in the Great Hall snickered at Harwin's verbal lashing, while Lord Graceford fumed silently.

You put your hand on top of Harwin's to calm him. "Now, Dearest, perhaps Lord Graceford merely did not hear me."

"Then you best speak plainly, My Love, so that Lord Graceford, and all the other lords present today who may also be hard of hearing, can be abundantly clear as to whose home this is, and who it is that they should be addressing."

You were immensely thankful for Harwin's support and rapid rush to your defense, but you were unable to tell him as much in that moment. After suppressing a smile, you replied, "Very well, Lord Husband. Lord Graceford- as I previously stated, I am still willing to grant your request for aid, but I must insist that your accountings from House Tyrell's previous loan to you be thoroughly inspected inspected beforehand."

Through gritted teeth and a strained smile, all Lord Graceford could manage to say was, "As you wish, My Lady."

And from that day on, only the most foolish lords in all the Reach would even dare to address Harwin before you.

Having Harwin by your side...

Upon your return to Highgarden, Harwin was essentially given free rein of various ways he might choose to spend his time. In King's Landing, as a Captain on the City Watch, he had a role. A purpose. With the relocation to the Reach, Harwin had given up his post within the City Watch. However, he did not beseech you for this; he had once vowed that he would travel across the entire Seven Kingdoms, if doing so meant he would be by your side. That had not changed.

Though the arrangement had been advantageous for both of your families, your marriage to Harwin was, first and foremost, one of love.

However, you still felt guilty that Harwin chose to leave King's Landing to return with you to Highgarden, and you wished him to have activities of his own that he might enjoy whilst you committed yourself to your new duties. You had told him that your father used to enjoy fishing on the Mander, while your brother enjoyed exploring the expansive grounds on horseback. Harwin did indulge in these activities on the occasion, and he also frequently found himself spending considerable time within Highgarden's training yard. It turned out that some friendly sparring with those who had heard of his infamous nickname proved to be an enjoyable and stimulating way to pass the hours.

However, for the majority of the time, Harwin was not very interested in straying from your side. Not that you minded.

Though you were thankful for the wisdom and experience of your uncle, Lord Elwood Meadows, the support you received and welcomed the most came from that of your husband. Harwin had not yet learned the intricate details of his own family lordship that he was to inherit one day. So, unfortunately, he did not have a lot of practical advice to offer you. But what he offered was something far greater.

Harwin would listen. He would ask you questions. He would help you think through topics when they became too cumbersome to dwell on by yourself. When he married you, neither of you had expected you may one day be the Lady of House Tyrell. But, from the speed and ferocity at which Harwin supported you in everything possibly related to the matter, one would not have been able to deduce that.

Trade agreements? Harwin would listen to the details of the proposals from all sides. Once the information was presented, he would give you his honest, unencumbered advice on whether he believed the deals proposed to be fair. He might not have had an extensive understanding of the details, but neither did you- not yet. And just being able to have such open discussions with Harwin proved to be more than helpful.

Spending hours writing business correspondence to other houses to maintain relations? Harwin always kept you company in your study, even as you scribbled away well into the hours of the night. He refused to sleep whilst you were still working. So, he simply did not. He would read quietly, or find some other calm activity to otherwise occupy his time and mind until you were done and ready to retire to your shared chambers. But he was always nearby, ready to lend an ear or helpful word, should you ever need it.

Holding audiences and receiving petitions from other houses and common folk alike? Harwin was always seated right beside you, listening and watching with mild fascination as the gears in your mind turned. After the incident with Lord Graceford, no one had the nerve to address him with their requests anymore, which left him ample time to simply bask in the sight that was you, commanding the attention of the room and slowly, but surely, earning the respect of those you ruled.

Performing charitable acts throughout the Reach? Harwin gladly partook in these as well. He would travel with you to Oldtown, where you would visit the orphanages and sick homes there. He would accompany you whenever you visited towns or holdings that had had particularly bad harvests, or had experienced other misfortunes. Not only did Harwin enjoy witnessing you interact with your people, as seeing you help those in need tugged on his heartstrings, but Harwin also came to enjoy the nature of giving back himself. You had been raised to understand the value of charity, and had advised Princess Rhaenyra of the concept as well during your time as her lady in waiting. But you had shown Harwin ways to connect with the people you served that opened his eyes to the true importance of it all. He hoped to give back just as much, when the fateful day came, and he was made Lord of Harrenhal.

In conclusion...

In time, with you, as Lady of Highgarden, and Harwin, as your Lord Husband, faithfully by your side, the pair of you came to be sincerely respected.

Though some of your bannermen and subjects still had less than favorable opinions about a woman holding such a significant position of power, there were two observations that everyone who visited Highgarden in the coming years came to understand as truth. One: you and Harwin shared a true, genuine love for one another. And two: the pair of you were a strong, formidable team.

Harwin had been born and raised in the Riverlands, and spent a decent portion of his young adulthood in the capital city of King's Landing. Before he wed you, he had never imagined himself living in a place such as beautifully strange and foreign as Highgarden... But once the two of you were blessed with your first child, then your second, and eventually, your third, the castle of Highgarden became truly comfortable for him, and living there for several years brought him great joy.

You were his home.

A/N: Thank you for reading!🖤 I may eventually write a part two on this, expanding on how things might change/adapt once Harwin becomes Lord of Harrenhal... But I want to write and post specific headcanons about having the children with Harwin next, and then move on to Chapter 13 of Growing Strong after that. But, depending on if/how either of them give me any trouble, we’ll see how that pans out. If I don’t post anymore this weekend, I hope you all have a great one!🖤

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how many mahoyo/fgo characters are subject to "R.I.P. to that guy, but I'm different" without actually being different?

This is a whole trend / running gag with Type-Moon so we'll actually be here all day if I try, but my favorite one is "this idiot thinks he can cheat death with no consequences, unlike the last guy that tried"

For Fate/Stay Night you have Zouken, who is secretly the Makiri patriarch, Zolgen, from centuries ago. despite successfully extending his lifespan by hundreds of years, he has grown old and decrepit, surviving as a sort of insect lich and needing his bugs to survive.

For Tsukihime we have Roa, a vampire that successfully discovered how to hijack life after death to get his soul to parasitize someone else's instead of returning to the Root upon death, consuming the soul of his host from within and taking over the body for his own. However, despite originally being one of the most powerful Dead Apostles in the world, a bit of his power is lost with every new incarnation, eventually forcing him to target bodies with natural talent / power to make up for him losing his own. This leads to him making enemies of people who can fight back.

For Fate/Apocrypha we have Darnic, the leader of the Yggdmillennia family and a Nazi collaborator during World War 2. He stole the holy Grail from Fuyuki by using the Nazis and, in an attempt to extend his lifespan, found a way to stop aging. This isn't shown in the anime, but this method actually involves him using the souls of the newborn to stay young. This guy eats babies. While he doesn't get his comeuppance as a result of the baby eating, he still dies permanently and brutally to Amakusa.

The Tsukihime Remake even added a new character to keep this trend going. Mario is a small, child-looking agent of the Church, who claims to be the son of Cardinal Laurentis and is seeking out Roa for his notes on immortality. However, it's implied that Mario is quite possibly the Cardinal himself, who tried replicating Roa's research and instead began aging backwards. Now he's doomed to have to hunt down Roa and stop the process before he turns into a baby.

And then there's Touko, who cheated death by constructing exact replicas of herself which are so indistinguishable from the original that they inherit the memories and will of the last Touko that died and which somehow grow organs as well as become flesh and blood, despite originally being puppets. There is seemingly no downsides at all to this method apart from Touko needing to go through the hassle of constructing another body for herself every time she reactivates one. It's /supposed/ to cause some kind of existential crisis as Touko should be questioning if it's really her in the body or just a well-crafted machine that believes it is Touko, but apparently this does not bother her in the slightest.

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Alright, so, some context is needed. This is a very high level campaign, I'm talking 15+ level characters here. Now, for those unaware, the feywild in the forgotten realms (the main setting for DND 5e) is essentially fairytail land. It is an entire plane of existence of whimsy, magic and pure chaos. This little campaign is about a group of adventurers trying to stop an evil organization from essentially replacing several gods and taking over the multiverse. Now, in the feywild there is this war going on between the seelie and the unseelie which are essentially the more evil fey versus the not as evil fey, but the thing is, the fey in dnd kind of have their own rules so you can't really apply logic and morality to them, but one of them is way more likely to kill you if they find you.

With that out of the way, my character. He is a Fighter/Druid High Elf called Mark. Mark is, in this campaign, the son of Titania, leader of the Seelie court and queen of the Summer Fey and one of the most powerful archfey (the beings that rule over the feywild, they are like gods, but not quite as powerful). Mark was born sick, however, with most believing that he wouldn't even survive his first year, so his mother, Titania, made a deal with a god like being known as the Cat Lord (yes, that's his name,) who essentially made Mark cat like, granting him nine lives so, even if he did end up dying, he would just come back immediately, which is what happened.

Mark grew up alongside his mother and his siblings in the seelie court until the day the unseelie fey attacked and kidnapped Mark while he was just a child, wishing to use his power granted to him by the Cat Lord and the power he inherited from his mother to become one of their soldiers. They forced him to go through an intense training which he despised since even as a child he simply could not agree with their ways, leading to him getting hurt a lot, either as punishment or because he refused to fight.

Somehow he managed to survive until meeting another Archfey working for the Unseelie court whomst he ended up falling in love with. This Archfey, Dawn, could not bear to watch the torture their partner went through, so they betrayed the Unseelie Court and escaped with Mark, returning to the land they ruled over alongside the catboy.

Mark wasn't just satisfied with living comfortably while people suffered because of this war, so he took upon himself to take a new persona that would help those that needed most, the victims that had nowhere else to run or no one to turn to, and so Star Warrior was born, the greatest hero of the feywild, using his magic and training to assist those in need wherever they went to.

Now Mark, or should I say, Star Warrior, had a pretty good run, helped a lot of people in his years and made a lot of people cringe over his catchphrases and tight clothes that left very little to the imagination (particularly Dawn who did not approve of his superhero persona), but times catches up with everyone eventually, and soon the Star Warrior found himself in his last life. Not wanting to abandon his life as a superhero and just scared of death overall, he desperately began looking for a way to increase his life span.

In his desperation, he ended up falling for a trick by Dawn's sibling, Dusk, who was still a member of the Unseelie court. Dusk pretended to be Dawn and told Mark that they had found a way to make him immortal if they just gave them his soul. Mark did so, only to then realize just who exactly he had made a deal with.

Scared that Dusk would use his soul to hurt his partner, their kids or any innocents, Mark ran away from home to the material plane to find Dusk and get his soul back while also continuing his good deeds as the Star Warrior in the material plan. That's when the campaign starts.

He is just a silly little guy.

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Scar: Oh oh oh oh! That's so cool! Cat fae!