#House isekai

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(FE3H Crossover Fanfic) House Isekai

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Prologue: An Inevitable Encounter

After having a surreal dream, Byleth Eisner finds his father alongside his mysterious companion that only he can see waiting for him. Little does he know that his fate is about to dramatically change mere moments after he awakens.

Word Count: 5.5k Content: Action, swearing, crack, and a useless blue thing Characters: Byleth, Sothis, Jeralt, Edelgard, Claude, Dimitri, Satou Kazuma, Megumin, Aqua, Darkness, Makoto Yuki, Aigis, Yukari Takeba, Junpei Iori

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"Hey, time to wake up."

Byleth's eyes slowly opened up, sitting up to see his father, Jeralt, standing on the other side of the door. He was already in his full gear, his armor clinking as he walked closer to the bed, one eyebrow of curiosity raised at his son.

(Jeralt) "Were you having that dream again?"

(Byleth) "I was. It was that young girl."

Byleth nodded in response, his voice barely going above monotone as he began equipping the rest of his gear that was sitting on a nearby table.

(Jeralt) "You've described her to me before, I don't think I've ever met anyone like that."

Jeralt handed Byleth his sword and continued.

(Jeralt) "In any case, put that out of your mind for now. The battlefield is no place for idle thoughts-"

As if on cue, immediately behind Jeralt materialized a familiar face to Byleth, the young girl in question floating over to him, barely containing a yawn as his father continued the lecture.

(Young Green-haired Girl) "My, it's this early and he's already going off on you."

Byleth's eyes subtly shifted over to her, responding in his head.

(Byleth) No thanks to you, Sothis. That dream you had kept us both awake.

Sothis scoffed, hovering in front of Jeralt despite the fact he was still speaking, with no indication that he was even aware Byleth was having an entirely separate conversation.

(Sothis) "As if I can control them! I've always been bewildered by their timing as much as you, child! Now, what in the world is Jeralt going on about still?"

Both of them turned their attention back to Jeralt, who seemed to be wrapping up his lecture towards Byleth, thankfully.

(Jeralt) "Our next job is in the kingdom. I told you before. It's far from here so we'll need to leave at dawn."

Byleth momentarily searched in his mind for any recollection of Jeralt mentioning this to him, but nothing was coming to mind much to his annoyance.

(Byleth) "Oh...Right."

Immediately, Jeralt sighed in annoyance as his eyes drifted over to the window, movement catching his attention. 

(Jeralt) "Hm? Oh, good grief. Everyone is already waiting for us outside."

Byleth shot one last glare at Sothis, who was smirking at him.

(Sothis) "My, and I thought I was the one with the bad sleeping habit-"

The door suddenly swung open with one of Jeralt's mercenaries rushing into the room and slightly out of breath. Though Byleth was the only one to see, Sothis had gotten startled by his sudden appearance as the door nearly hit her. Ever since he was a child, he figured that Sothis wasn't able to interact with anything regarding the physical world, yet she acted like she did. It was something that never failed to amuse him, despite the fact his expression did not change in the slightest. And yet, Sothis knew what he was thinking, giving him a glare of her own. Tuning back into the conversation, he knew that this was going to be something serious.

(Mercenary) "Jeralt, sir! Sorry to barge in, but your presence is needed!"

Jeralt and Byleth tensed up at his words, the gathering of the mercenary company outside suddenly taking on a whole new meaning. Jeralt shot one last glance at his son to finish preparing before turning his attention back to the mercenary.

(Jeralt) "What's happened?"

...

Byleth, Jeralt, and the other mercenaries went outside the inn they had been staying at, rushing to the middle of the open village square to see three colorful teenagers standing with other members of the company. Jeralt and Byleth shoved their way through the small crowd to talk to them, with the blue one in the middle quickly bowing in greeting.

(Blue-Colored Teenager) "Please, forgive our intrusion. We wouldn't bother you were the situation not dire."

Jeralt crossed his arms as his brows furrowed, noting just how unbothered these kids appeared to be despite the boy's words. All the while, Byleth and Sothis remained quiet to observe, though...Something was bothering Byleth the more he stared at the three. Sensing the unease Byleth was feeling, Sothis floated over to her friend, her eyes narrowing as her gaze bounced between the three.

(Sothis) "Do...you feel that too?"

(Byleth) I do, but we can't focus on that right now.

Heeding the words of his father that he was partially paying attention to previously, Byleth decided the mysterious feeling could wait for now.

(Jeralt) "What do a bunch of kids like you want at this hour?"

(Blue-Colored Teenager) "We're being pursued by a group of bandits. I can only hope that you will be so kind as to lend us your support."

Jeralt and Byleth were taken aback, giving each other a quick side glance.

(Jeralt) "Bandits? Here?"

(Byleth) "We've checked the area surrounding this village three times, and we saw no signs of any bandits."

The girl in red clothing stepped forward, interjecting in a polite tone not too dissimilar from her friend.

(Red-Colored Girl) "It's true. They attacked us while we were at rest in our camp."

(Yellow-Colored Boy) "We've been separated from our companions and we're outnumbered. They're after our lives, not to mention our gold."

All three of them sounded relatively unaffected despite the severity of the situation. Their tone was more akin to being annoyed that a meal was taking longer than usual, or if someone was not moving out the way. That small detail not escaping either of the mercenaries, or the hidden floating girl.

(Jeralt) "I'm impressed you're staying so calm considering the situation. I-...Wait, that uniform...!"

Just before Jeralt could put a name to the clothes he was staring at, one of the mercenaries came rushing back to the group, the three teenagers stepping out of the way for him to report.

(Mercenary) "Bandits spotted just outside of the village! Damn...There are a lot of them!"

Jeralt turned back to the kids with a small sigh, gesturing to the other mercenaries with his head nodding. They all rushed to defensive positions while Jeralt and Byleth finished their conversation with the teenagers.

(Jeralt) "I guess they followed you all the way out here. We can't abandon this village now."

Byleth straightened his back as his hand immediately clenched his sword's hilt.

(Byleth) "Are we taking the lead?"

Jeralt smirked at his son, a sense of pride swelling within his chest to see him immediately get ready to jump into the action.

(Jeralt) "Naturally."

Both of them moved through the teenagers, only to be interrupted as he saw them step forward.

(Blue-Colored Boy) "Please, allow us to help you as well, sir!"

The two mercenaries stopped in their tracks and spun around, with Jeralt failing to hide his surprise.

(Jeralt) "You...want to help?"

(Yellow-Colored Boy) "Before, we were outnumbered and the three of us alone couldn't handle them. With your help, I'd reckon we can send them packing in no time!"

The other two nodded in agreement, furthering Jeralt's surprise. Byleth simply shrugged at Jeralt when his father turned to him for a suggestion, making him chuckle.

(Jeralt) "You got some guts, kids. What are your names?"

"Dimitri, and once again thank you!"

"Name's Claude."

"I am Edelgard. A pleasure."

(Jeralt) "Just call me Jeralt, kid over here is Byleth."

With the greetings finished, they rushed to the front of the village. The other mercenaries covered the other entrances and prepared for an attack from other directions as they ushered the other villagers inside their home. Others rushed to protect the mercenary's caravan, and the last few closed the gate leading into the village, leaving Jeralt, Byleth, Dimitri, Edelgard, and Claude to deal with the bandits.

...

Jeralt leapt onto his horse while grabbing a nearby lance, turning to his son.

(Jeralt) "I'll make sure no one gets near the entrance, then I'll be flanking around the sides. Take care of the ones in front for now so they can't overrun the village!"

Byleth nodded at Jeralt's orders before unsheathing his sword and rushing to the first three bandits emerging from the woods, the teenagers behind him following suit. Sothis hovered ahead of Byleth, floating around the trees elegantly as she looked back to him, frowning as the bandits ran and phased straight through her.

(Sothis) "No archers as of yet, finish this rabble off quickly!"

Not needing her to tell him that, Byleth stood his ground as the first one rushed him, an axe swinging up into the air and ready to plunge itself into his torso. The axe fell fast, but Byleth's hand was faster as he parried his attacker effortlessly. The stagger sending him backwards for only a second was all that Byleth needed, as the mercenary made a single slash across the bandit's chest, taking him down instantly. With his body crumpling onto the floor, Byleth immediately dodged backwards from the next attack, an axe trying to swipe him from the side as the other two rushed his flank. Before they could motion to attack again, they frantically raised their weapon to block Dimitri and Edelgard's weapons, forcing them back into a defensive stance.

For the brief few seconds Byleth watched the two match the bandits blow for blow, he was impressed. Dimitri's lance kept his opponent desperately trying to avoid his brutal thrusts while Edelgard's own axe easily overpowered the strength of the bandit. As much as he would like to see their skills in their entirety, he promptly chose his next target, that being Edelgard's attacker. Forgoing any kind of flashy move, he simply slashed at the bandit's leg, stunning him for Edelgard. She finished him off with a final blow that sent him flying into the air for a few seconds, armor, leather, and blood accompanying him.

An arrow whizzed past his head, though it came from behind as it landed in the shoulder of Dimitri's attacker, causing him to scream before it was cut abruptly, Dimitri's lance shattering upon smashing into the bandit.

(Dimitri) "Tch, these lances truly are brittle..."

(Claude) "What? You're not even gonna acknowledge how clean that shot was?"

Dimitri rolled his eyes as Jeralt ran by, tossing another lance into his hands and disappearing into the treeline.

(Edelgard) "We'll acknowledge it once the fighting has ceased, Claude."

Byleth followed after Jeralt, with the others following suit. After another brief skirmish, the group had taken out a few more bandits with ease, cutting their way further into the attackers, eventually catching sight of their leader.

(Bandit Leader) "Damn, why are there mercenaries in the village?! Guess we'll have to deal with them too...!"

The bandit leader and his group were quickly closing in on Byleth's position, though he noticed that he appeared to be hurtling towards the kids in an almost single-minded manner. Jeralt was too busy protecting their left flank, and the three were occupied handling the ones in front of them, meaning Byleth had to deal with them alone. His expression subtly growing more determined, he stepped directly into the bandit leader's path, sword at the ready, eyeing the other two bandits at their leader's side.

(Bandit Leader) "Hey, you with the blank stare! Outta my way!"

Saying nothing in response, Byleth swiftly hopped to the side as the bandit leader's axe crashed onto the ground where he was previously standing. Blocking Byleth's sword as it came swinging from the side, the mercenary was forced to back off before parrying the next attack from his lackey, promptly dispatching him with another slash. The other one nearly barreled into Byleth, barely jumping out the way in time of another axe that grazed his gauntlet.

(Sothis) "Child, he's going for the others!"

Byleth grit his teeth as his elbow slammed into the bandit's chest, shoving him away as he sprinted towards their leader. Hearing the mercenary's footsteps rapidly approaching from behind, the bandit leader spun his axe around, only to have his attack easily deflected with a slash followed up by a second that sent him and his weapon into the air. Both came crashing down with a loud thud, Byleth nodding and his attention turning back to the continued fighting behind him. Dimitri and Claude were finishing off their targets, alongside Jeralt and Edelgard. Sothis hovered over and began examining the ongoing skirmish with him, the two of them failing to acknowledge the quickly recovering bandit leader. 

Edelgard's eyes flickered over to the sudden movement near Byleth, her eyes going wide as she realized what was about to happen.

(Edelgard) "BEHIND YOU!"

Thanks to her scream the duo realized that he had gotten up again, but it was too late. The mercenary's eyes shot wide open, raising his sword arm in a vain attempt to parry the oncoming axe about to plunge into his chest, knowing that it would not save him in time. Just as he clenched his teeth and prepared to feel searing pain throughout his body, only for the world around him to come to a screeching halt.

...

In an instant, his vision was clouded in a black abyss, the only thing he was able to see now being himself in this endless void. Looking around his side, Byleth lowered his sword, puzzled by what had just occurred. It was only when he heard his companion's voice did he start to get an idea.

(Sothis) "Tch! Honestly, I cannot believe that you let your guard down like that! Are you trying to get us both killed?!" 

Sothis was now sitting upon a throne across from him, the only two things he could see in the void. Though, the sight was not exactly new to Byleth at this point, letting him sheathe his sword with somewhat peace of mind, other than the lecture that was incoming.

(Byleth) "He was stronger than I expected."

(Sothis) "Oh! And I'm sure your father will accept that excuse as your lifeless body is bleeding on the dirt! Phooey, and you call yourself a mercenary! Simply turn your back on an enemy without checking he was down properly, a splendid idea, child!"

Clicking her tongue after emphasizing the last word, she shook her head and let her chin lean against her hand, rolling her eyes.

(Sothis) "It's as if you don't know the value of your own life, including mine!"

(Byleth) "Enough already, I get it."

Exhaling deeply through his nose, Byleth remained silent for a moment before turning back to his friend.

(Byleth) "Thank you. But where are we?"

Sothis scoffed at his half-hearted gratitude, but sat upright to answer him.

(Sothis) "The same location. I have just stalled the flow of time, albeit temporarily."

She noticed his brows furrow ever so slightly, only noticing the difference due to the time spent with him since birth.

(Byleth) "...You can do that?"

WIth a sudden realization for his expression, Sothis's eyes widened at his question as her mouth hung slightly open.

(Sothis) "I...However did I manage that?"

Her finger tapped against the side of her cheek trying to find an answer, yet could find no response. 

(Sothis) "Hmph. It doesn't matter for now. However, our current predicament that you have put us in is our priority. Once time resumes, you will surely meet your end."

Ignoring her comment, Byleth crossed his arms trying to think of a solution. He wasn't sure just how long they could remain like this.

(Byleth) "...If you can stop time, can you reverse it?"

Though it took a second for Sothis to register his suggestion, her eyes suddenly lit up, alongside the tone of her voice.

(Sothis) "I can! Hmph, how troublesome you are that I must manipulate reality like this...!"

The smile on her face betrayed her relief, as a circle with magical symbols materialized in front of her, spinning in place with the world shaking around the two. Byleth clenched his sword's hilt again with his eyes remaining on his companion as she floated towards him.

(Sothis) "It does not look like we can wind time back too far, however we are aware of what's to come."

(Byleth) "Good enough for me."

Byleth rolled his neck side to side, his expression steeling itself for the jarring effect that was about to happen. All the while, Sothis crossed her arms and gave him another smug grin.

(Sothis) "You should thank me again, child. I will be the only one to know of your embarrassment today.-"

(Byleth) "Please be quiet so I can concentrate."

With his last request, the world slowly faded back into view and resumed.

...

(Bandit Leader) "Hey, you with the blank stare! Outta my way!"

Byleth blinked and he was back in position, the bandit leader and the two at his side rushing forward again. Byleth stood his ground, ready to deflect the leader and cut him down with one fell swoop.

At least, he was before the sound of glass shattering above him caused everyone to pause their engagement, turning to the source of the sound. He thought bandits somehow broke into the village but realized that was impossible, given time was only supposed to be reversed and not changed. However, that thought also came to an abrupt halt once Byleth noticed the light directly above him, alongside a literal tear in the air above him, the sound of glass breaking intensifying.

(Byleth) "Sothis...?!"

Sothis appeared next to him once more, just as confused as he was, beginning to motion Byleth to stand back.

(Sothis) "I played no part in whatever is transpiring!...I-I think!"

For the first time in his life, Byleth's stoic expression broke into something resembling genuine shock as everyone, including the bandits, backed away in fear. Before anyone could muster the courage to continue the fight or even run, the glass shattered for a final time, sending a violent shockwave across the field and everyone tumbling across the ground by the sheer force. Dimitri, Claude, and Edelgard attempted to brace themselves but found themselves flung back into the trees. Jeralt and his horse staggered backwards, struggling to keep their footing. The bandits, alongside Byleth and Sothis, flew the furthest back since they were the closest, the mercenary and his companion's backs slamming against the tree knocking the wind out of them.

As the rift in reality tore open, it sent four figures hurtling down, screaming all the while until they landed on top of each other with an audible thud. Byleth blinked the pain away, his vision starting to unblur itself as he stared at the strangers who had emerged from the rift. From what her could gather upon first glance, they were about the same age as the other three kids. The shortest one wielding a staff was wearing a red dress adorned with a cape and a comically large hat hiding her brunette hair. The tallest blonde one meanwhile appeared to be wearing some kind of yellow knight armor, a winged pauldron on her right shoulder. Lastly, a brown-haired boy with a green mantle and simple shirt stood up, jamming a finger into the chest of a blue haired girl, yelling at the top of his lungs.

(Boy) "Oh, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! Where did you get us stuck now?!"

The blue girl stood up startlingly fast, faster than she should have considering they fell from the sky. She looked more annoyed by the boy rather than any potential injury.

(Blue Girl) "Why are you blaming me?! You're the one who wouldn't let go of the relic, Kazuma!-"

(Kazuma) "SHUT YOUR TRAP YOU USELESS GODDESS! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO BROKE THE DAMN THING! We were going to get an entire month's rent from that, and you just HAD TO-"

As the two continued their argument, only the other two girls realized the predicament they had interrupted, making direct eye contact with Byleth. No one said anything, or even dared to move, time seemingly paused once again without the interference of Sothis. Their argument only continued for a few more seconds before the red dressed girl spotted the bandits, pointing at them as she directed her voice to Kazuma and the other girl.

(Red Girl) "KAZUMA! AQUA!"

Both of them, though greatly agitated, redirected their anger and shouted in unison at the girl.

(Kazuma/Aqua) "WHAT!?"

(Yellow Girl) "BANDITS!"

Though the tone of her voice appeared to be alarmed, her flushed face and subsequent heavy breathing indicated something far worse. Upon the girl's shout, time abruptly resumed, everyone quickly remembering that they were in a life and death battle with each other. Byleth rushed to his feet and grabbed his sword, rushing to defend the newcomers as the bandits rushed the blonde. Much to his confusion, instead of fighting the boy named Kazuma physically tackled the red girl as she tried to cast magic, the blue girl named Aqua also rushing to restrain her. As if being able to read his thoughts, Sothis appeared next to Byleth failing to contain her utter bewilderment.

(Sothis) "Why on earth are they leaving their friend alone?! She can't take on those three without-!"

The blonde swung her sword in a comically wide arc, somehow missing the bandits entirely but cleaving the trees next to her completely apart, their weight crashing into the rest of the forest with everyone diving out of the way. The bandits were completely distracted by her fumble and failed to duck out of her follow-up punch. The first bandit's face made contact with her fist, causing him to soar at impossible speeds and crash into the other bandit, directly towards Byleth and Sothis.

(Sothis) "-HELP?!"

Byleth dove for the ground while Sothis arms raised and flinched as the bandits phased through her, and flew over him. He could feel the rush of air left in their wake as they crashed into the trees, also causing another chain of trees to collapse on top of each other. Had he been any slower, Byleth had zero doubts in his mind he would've been killed yet again. Kazuma meanwhile lifted his head, looking in Sothis's direction.

(Kazuma) "H-Hang on, little girl! We're coming to he-"

(Red Girl) "MY EXPLOSION CAN WIPE OUT THE BANDITS, COME ON-"

(Kazuma) "MEGUMIN, NOT NOW! Aqua, reign Darkness in before the trees crush us!"

(Aqua) "You want me to restrain her?!"

(Kazuma) "JUST DO SOMETHING!"

Dimitri, Claude, Edelgard, and Jeralt rushed over to Byleth's side and doing their best to avoid the collapsing trees as "Darkness" kept missing her swings, somehow missing the bandit leader everytime while almost decapitating them by mistake. Jeralt grabbed his son by the arm and helped lift him off the ground. Sothis hovered behind Byleth, looking over his shoulder, the six of them watching in horror as this party of four was both somehow protecting the village and doing absolutely nothing. Though they knew the former being accomplished was also by mistake.

(Edelgard) "How can so few people be loud enough to wake everyone in the village better than the sound of combat?!"

(Jeralt) "At this rate, that girl will destroy the village herself!"

(Kazuma) "I'M SO SORRY FOR HER, SIR!"

Kazuma restrained Megumin's arms as she flailed, kicked, and screamed with Aqua raising her rod at the bandit leader.

(Aqua) "TAKE THIS! CREATE WATER-"

A stream of water burst out from the tip of her rod, jetting forward and hitting the bandit leader in the face, causing him to stagger backwards. Though it seemed to annoy him more than anything, with him continuing to dodge Darkness's attacks with surprising ease.

(Bandit Leader) "I didn't sign up for this crap! GET OUT OF MY WAY YOU BRAT!-"

He raised his fist and slammed it against the side of Darkness's face, only to recoil frantically in pain and shocking everyone who was watching, the exception being her own party.

(Bandit Leader) "GAAAAAH!"

(Darkness) "HARDER!"

(Jeralt/Byleth/Sothis) "WHAT?!"

(Claude) "Was that a clang I just heard?!"

(Dimitri) "S-So I wasn't imagining that either!"

(Edelgard) "What in the world is happening?!-"

Kazuma's face appeared that it was ready to burst several veins as he began shouting out into the sky.

(Kazuma) "Can this crap get any worse?!"

The sound of glass shattering answered his question, everyone pausing yet again as a light shone across the sky.

(Aqua) "H-Hey! That's the same light we saw!"

Upon hearing Aqua's words, Jeralt immediately turned to the kids in his care, his voice loud and clear above the chaos ensuing.

(Jeralt) "GET BEHIND THE TREES, NOW!"

Not needing further instruction, everyone rushed behind cover with the exception of Kazuma and his friends. The bandit leader was now running away at full speed as the glass shattering grew louder and louder.

(Megumin) "Can we use it to get back home?!"

(Darkness) "GET BACK HERE! I NEED YOU TO HIT ME AGAIN-"

(Kazuma) "NO, DARKNESS! STAY HERE GOD DAMN IT!-"

Suddenly, the skies above them turned into a pale sickly green, the full moon above growing even brighter than before with the tear in reality growing bigger. Kazuma and his friends now took a step back, unaware of what was to follow.

(Dimitri) "P-PLEASE! ALL OF YOU FIND COVER!"

Dimitri poked his head around the corner before promptly hitting the floor upon seeing the tear ready to burst.

Kazuma suddenly froze up, yanking Megumin by the collar and kicking Aqua directly behind Darkness as he curled up into a ball, the final tear splitting reality apart again and causing another shockwave. Darkness used her body to shield her party, with everyone doing their best to ignore the very happy noises she was making. With the trees as cover, the six were able to mitigate the worst of the damage, only poking their head out to realize instead of people falling through, black blobs were.

Byleth opened his mouth to say something, only to see a blue mask shift around the first blob staring directly at him. The rest of the blobs did the same, before shifting their attention to Kazuma's group, suddenly growing arms and clawing their way towards them.

Kazuma lifted his head and screamed in terror, quickly joined by Megumin and Aqua who all held each other in unison, tears in all of their eyes.

(Kazuma) "AAAAAAGH! I'M SORRY FOR COMING INTO THIS WORLD! SOMEONE SAVE MEEEEEE!-"

Byleth vaulted over the log he was hiding behind, unsheathing his sword and running as fast as he could with Sothis right behind him. 

(Sothis) "I don't know if we can make it!"

Even though he didn't know these kids, the last thing he wanted to see was them getting torn apart by these creatures.

(Byleth) "Can you reverse time again?!"

(Sothis) "I-I'm not sure! I-"

Several fireballs cut off the small distance between the monsters and Kazuma's group, the monsters suddenly swiveled toward the still present rift. Byleth froze in place as four humanoid figures dropped down with far more elegance than their present company, landing and instantly ready for combat. The one in front had dark blue hair with his bangs covering his right eye, sword and some strange device Byleth couldn't recognize in his hands. The uniform he was wearing was extremely similar to the other boy in their party, a black uniform with a red armband on their side, though his friend had a claymore in his hands and a foreign hat. A brown-haired pink girl wielding a bow had the same armband and jacket, the other blonde girl standing completely out with steel adorning her limbs and a pink ribbon in the center of her neck. As far as Byleth could see, she had no weapons at all.

Wiping away the tears in her eyes, Aqua smiled widely at the appearance of the newcomers.

(Aqua) "OH! WE'RE SAVED! THEY'RE-"

Everyone except the blonde pointed a device at their head as other creatures appeared behind them, all focus directed to them. Though, it appeared Kazuma was the only one who knew what they were doing.

(Kazuma) "They're PUTTING A GUN TO THEIR HEADS?!"

"PERSONA!"

Blue flames surrounded the four as they shouted in unison and pulled the trigger, massive ghastly figures emerging behind them as they quickly struck down the creatures in a flurry of spells and swings. Everyone could only watch in awe as they dispatched their enemies faster than they could process. Firing an arrow, the pink-dressed girl rushed over to the group and pointed towards everyone else.

(Pink Girl) "Get to safety, we'll handle this from here!-"

Kazuma shoved Darkness aside as he ugly cried holding her hands, snot and tears running down his face with his words barely comprehensible.

(Kazuma) "THANK YOOUUUU!"

The pink girl recoiled at Kazuma's reaction, instinctually rubbing her hand on her jacket trying to rub off Kazuma in disgust.

(Pink Girl) "Uhh...Y-Yeah. Just get-!"

(Boy with Hat) "YUKARI! BEHIND YOU!"

Immediately her expression steeled itself once again as another creature barreled its way past her comrades, quickly grabbing her "gun" and putting it against her forehead.

(Yukari) "IO!"

Byleth saw one of the ghosts in clearer detail, someone resembling a girl in the center of a giant cow-like skull, the figure summoning a violent gust of wind to blow away the creature, the dark blue-haired boy slashing his sword as it flew by, killing it instantly. He gave a single nod of thanks to Yukari before effortlessly going back to holding off the others. Shaking off his own shock, he ran over to the group and picked Kazuma up by the arm, letting the rest of his group run ahead of him before retreating, everyone watching as the group destroyed the rest of the creatures with seemingly zero effort. 

...

At last, the tear in the sky finally repaired itself as a gust of air shook the leaves of the remaining trees, the green skies reverting back to normal slowly to its original dark purple color as dawn approached. Their leader took a deep breath, as the rest of his team did the same with varying levels of expression.

(Boy with Cap) "Woo! Damn, are we good, or what?!"

(Yukari) "Give it a rest, Junpei..."

(Blonde Girl) "Leader. All threats neutralized."

(Dark Blue-Haired Boy) "Keep scanning the area for shadows, we still might not be alone."

Their leader motioned with his head to follow, all four of them making their way to Byleth and the others.

(Dark Blue-Haired Boy) "Hey, is everyone alright?"

(Jeralt) "Yeah, thanks. And you guys deserve my thanks too for he-"

Jeralt and the others turned to Kazuma, only to find him still sniffling and sucking his thumb as Aqua rubbed his hair sympathetically. Megumin and Darkness on the other hand looked completely fine if not a little surprised.

(Edelgard) "Are they...?-"

(Megumin) "Yes, they're fine, just give them a few minutes."

Darkness stepped in, any signs of her masochistic tendencies completely absent, which startled the ones who were there to witness it.

(Darkness) "It is my duty as a paladin, and our pleasure to assist, sir...?"

(Jeralt) "Jeralt. But enough of that, where the hell did you all come from?!"

Right before anyone else could answer, several knights emerged from the trees triumphantly, led by a man with a mustache in the middle.

(Knight Leader) "The Knights of Seiros are here! We'll cut you down for terrorizing our students! They're gone...? Ah, the students appear to be unharmed and...Who are those people?"

Kazuma and Aqua finally stood up as the knights approached, everyone giving each other an awkward glance, save for Jeralt, Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude.

(Jeralt) "Ugh, why him...?"

Sothis floated over to Byleth, crossing her arms.

(Sothis) "I wonder, did my winding back of time cause this?"

Byleth glanced over to Sothis, about to speak in his head before Aqua spoke up.

(Aqua) "Wait, you can wind back time?"

Everyone turned to Aqua, though everyone except Makoto and Yuki appeared to be confused.

(Dimitri) "I beg your pardon?"

Aqua directly faced Sothis, crossing her arms.

(Aqua) "Are you the deity of this world?"

Sothis physically recoiled when she realized that Makoto and Kazuma were also looking directly at her, Byleth's eyes becoming as wide as hers.

(Kazuma) "I mean, she looks the part...Wait, does that mean she dragged us into this?!"

(Makoto) "I'd put money on it."

(Edelgard) "I apologize, who are you speaking about?"

Sothis floated behind Byleth on instinct, only three pairs of eyes following her.

(Sothis) "You can see me?!"

(Aqua) "Duh! Why else would I be talking to you?-"

Makoto and Kazuma quickly realized the expression on everyone else, leading to Kazuma clearing his throat obnoxiously to get Aqua's attention.

(Kazuma) "Must be some side effect-ANYWAYS!...What's your name?"

Both new parties turned to Byleth, Sothis floating over to his side as they exchanged one last uneasy glance. First were those three kids, now suddenly there was eight more to handle, most of which came falling out of the sky. No mercenary training in Fodlan could have ever possibly prepared him for what he witnessed this morning. And the duo had a terrible feeling these people were here because of them.

What mess were they about to get themselves into...?

[PROLOGUE: END]

[starcrossed-lov3rz]

The Vow Spoken Through Time - Part 1

Daemon x Rhaenyra x Wife!Reader

Series: Series Masterlist

Warnings: MDNI, mild smut (at the end), threesome 

Tags: marriage, poly relationship, Daemon being hopelessly in love with his wives, Queen!Rhaenyra

Words: ~1.9K

Description: Y/N is having a rough morning. She's fired. She's hungover. She's in a stranger's bed. She's waking up in a new world? She's married?!

Rhaenyra and Daemon's day started normal. Waking up next to their darling wife before tending to their duties. The difference? Their wife is speaking in riddles and has no memories of them.

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“God my head fucking hurts,” you whine, sitting up to rub your eyes. “That wine really hit out of nowhere.” Your head pounds, it has to be part of a hangover. The last thing you remember before drinking yourself to sleep was getting fired. Your boss hadn’t even had the decency to let you know face to face. An HR representative and your manager requested a zoom call at the end of the day and politely told you to ‘clean your desk.’

After nearly three years of work with the same accounting firm, it was weird to not wake up early and head into the office. The worst part really was that your performance was still stellar, the firm was just hemorrhaging money after several questionable expansions. 

Despite the pounding headache and sensitivity to light, you force yourself to open your eyes. “What the fuck?!” Glancing around the room frantically, you panic as you realize you weren’t waking up in the comfort of your room. You had to be the subject of some prank reality tv show because the decor was undoubtedly some renaissance festival shit. The walls were brick with large tapestries decorating the stone. You were laid in the center of a giant four poster bed, black and red canopies flowing.

Slipping from the tangle of sheets and blankets, you pad towards the door. “Okay,” you call out, “you got me. Very funny.” 

Silence. 

“This is so weird” you murmur, pushing the door open as gently as possible to peak out. A woman rushes by you, dressed in some kind of drab linen and an apron. “Excuse me!” you shout, attempting to get her attention. 

The short woman slowed down, stopping to curtsy quickly at the sight of you. “My lady, forgive me. I didn’t you see you there!”

“My lady?” You asked. “What are you talking about? This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny, my lady,” she replied quietly. “Please don’t tell your wife I was making jokes! I swear I meant no harm-”

“My wife?!” Everyone has officially gone off the deep end. First this medieval times shit, now apparently you have a wife.

The woman’s eyes go wide, “Your wife, Queen Rhaenyra. My lady, are you unwell?”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I have no idea what’s going on. I lost my job. I don’t know where I am or apparently who I am. I just want-” You choke off into sobs.

“Let me help you back to your room,” she offered, taking your elbow. “I’ll let the Queen know you’re unwell.”

You nodded, letting her lead you back into the room. The woman helped you into a steaming bath and left you to soak while she fetched your wife. “Can’t believe someone made an honest woman of me,” you laugh.

At some point, the entire situation stopped feeling like a prank. Maybe it was watching the maid fill the tub painstakingly bucket by bucket, or the significant lack of electricity. Either way, your situation was beginning to feel more and more real. You grab the bar of soap and lather up a cloth, scrubbing furiously at your skin. 

“That’s weird,” you murmur as you notice that your skin seems far too perfect. You usually had a couple scars littering your arms and legs, leftovers from frequently crashing your bike as a kid and general clumsiness. They all seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but perfectly smooth, supple skin behind. “Okay, I’m officially going crazy.”

You see a small mirror on the ledge next to the tub, and reach out with shaky hands. You sigh in relief as you glance into the mirror and see that you look the same. At least you have something familiar here.

“Admiring the view? I know I am.” A deep voice purred from behind you.

Tossing the mirror back, you swiftly cover your chest and pray that the water obscurs the rest of you. “What the fuck?!” You yell, turning to confront whatever pervert decided to interrupt your bath. A tall man towered over the tub, his white hair practically glowing as the candlelight reflected off of it.

“I’m trying to have an existential crisis in here,” you hiss. “Can you come back later or something?”

He snorted a laugh, stalking forward to grab a brush from the side table and sit behind you. “And miss this opportunity? I should think not, my love.” He gently began detangling your hair and brushing it out. 

“My love? You do know I’m a married woman?” You retort.

“You never let me forget,” he replied, kissing the top of your hair. 

“I mean I have a wife, asshole!” You twist around to snatch the brush from his hands, but he lifts it out of your reach.

“What a coincidence,” he purrs, blatantly staring at your breasts. “I do too. Two, if I’m not mistaken.” His eyes dart down to your left hand, as if he knows something you don’t.

You glance at the ring that’s been there since you woke up. The black metal has a dragon insignia that looks awfully similar to the embroidery on this man’s shirt. “Fuck.” 

The man’s brows furrow, “what’s wrong?” He sets the brush down, grabbing a sheet and pulling you from the bath. He wraps you up and sits you in his lap. The warmth seeping into your skin feels so familiar and you feel yourself begin to break. Tears stream down your cheeks, and you burrow your face into his neck to hide them. 

Warm hands rub up and down your back soothingly. “My love, I cannot fix whatever is wrong if you don’t tell me.” He hums. “You don’t even have to tell me. Just give Rhaenyra a name and I will ensure whoever made you cry will never breathe again.”

You laugh at the irony. “I don’t know who Rhaenyra is. I’m not sure I even know who I am.” 

Before he can respond, a door slams. “Daemon, thank Gods you’re here. The maid said y/n was acting ill and didn’t rememb-” 

Your head peaks up over the man–Daemon’s shoulder to see the woman who ran in. Her hair is just as white as Daemon’s and her clothing adorned with the same dragon insignia. This must be Queen Rhaenyra.

“Y/n?!” Rhaenyra rushes over, kissing your cheek before she hugs you tightly. 

“My queen,” Daemon greets, leaning in for a kiss. You find yourself pressed between the two, and as much as you don’t want to admit it….the warmth and pressure feels comforting…like home. 

“I hate to break this up,” you say, wiping the last of your tears away. “But can someone tell me what is going on. The last thing I remember was being fired, getting wine drunk, and going to bed early.”

“Fired?” Rhaenyra looked confused and immediately started inspecting every exposed inch of your skin. “Did you try to feed Caraxes again? He’s a temperamental old man, just like his rider.”

“Who is Caraxes? Do ya’ll have a dog or something?”

“Dog?!” Daemon sounded almost offended. “A dog?! Rhaenyra we should fetch a maester. Our little dragon is either begging for a punishment or in need of a healer.”

Rhaenyra attempts to cover her laugh. “Caraxes, Daemon’s dragon? You insist on telling him a goodnight story at least once a week.”

“He’s a dragon of war for fucks sake,” Daemon mutters. “You’ve been making him soft.”

“Dragon?!” Your eyes go wide. “You’re joking. You’ve gotta be fucking me right now.”

“We are most definitely no-”

“We certainly could be-”

Daemon and Rhaenyra spoke at the same time. You would have laughed, but the implications of Daemon’s words were starting to settle in.

“Wait,” you being. “So if Queen Rhaenyra is my wife….and Daemon has two wives…and you two seem to be close…that means-”

“That you both are all mine,” Daemon purrs.

“Daemon, we must call for the maester. This seems serious, she doesn’t even remember us.”

“What year is this?” You ask, not sure if you want the answer.

“125 AC.” Rhaenyra responds.

“And where are we?”

“The red keep.”

“What, is that like England or something?”

“We are in Westeros.” Rhaenyra feels your forehead. “Daemon, put y/n to bed while I have the maids summon the maester.”

You yelp in surprise and Daemon stands up, holding you close to his chest. He carries you to a vanity, setting you gently on the bench before rummaging through some drawers. “Arms up, love.” He says, pulling a white shift over your head. You stare of into space as Daemon gently braids your hair. 

“Where’d you learn to do that?” You ask as he ties a ribbon at the ends of the braid.

“You and Rhaenyra are quite the demanding duo when you want to be,” he snorts. “The staff might revolt and establish Rhaenyra’s cunt of a half-brother as king if I bothered them everytime you both needed your hair done.”

“Language,” you chide. Daemon rolls his eyes before he sweeps you back up into his arms. He carries you to the bed, depositing you in the center before he climbs in. Daemon sits up, back against the headboard as he pulls you in to lean against his chest. 

“Do you really not remember us?” He asks. 

“How long have we been married?” 

“Five years. We were married in the old ways. Your High Valyrian wasn’t as good back then though.” Daemon laughs. “But it was perfect, and I wouldn’t trade you both for anything.”

“So if Rhaenyra is queen, what does that make you?” You ask. He had to be King, right?

“A lucky man.”

You laugh, and lightly hit his chest. “No, really. I don’t remember anything. Help a girl out here.”

“Prince consort.” Daemon answers. You nod, so Rhaenyra must be in charge around here.

“So how’d I end up married to Queen Rhaenyra and Prince Consort Daemon?” You ask in the poshest British accent you can muster.

“You threw yourself at my feet saying ‘Please Rhaenyra, I cannot live without you! You are the sun that brightens the sky and the stars that guide ships home!’” Rhaenyra teased. You sit up to see that Rhaenyra isn’t alone, she brought back some balding man with her. 

“I didn’t say that-” You protest.

“Really?” Daemon laughs. “My queen, it’s not proper to toy with someone who is ill.”

“You’re one to talk,” Rhaenyra says, raising a brow. “You seemed rather close when I came in earlier.”

You groan. How did you manage to survive these two for five years. 

!!SMUT BELOW!!

PREVIEW FOR PART TWO

“No,” Daemon scolds, clasping your hands together in his larger one and wrenching your body into his. “You’re not in charge here. You’re going to listen and obey like a good little girl.” You whine in response, nodding furiously in agreement. Suddenly, Rhaenyra’s warm body brushes up against your back. She nibbles lightly at your ear before kissing and licking her way down your neck.

“No need to be cruel,” Rhaenyra purrs. “Our little dragon is just begging for attention the only way she knows how.”

You whimper, canting your hips into Daemon’s. He slides a thigh between yours, pressing it up against your cunt. Your eyes roll back and you moan at the friction. “Please,” you breathe out, your teary eyes meeting his. 

NOTE: Hey all! I'm not dead, sorry for disappearing! Life happened (new job, had to travel home for a funeral). But, I got my shit back together after taking some time for myself and I'm ready to give y'all the stories I've been cooking up. I have some steamy and inspiring requests I'm working on for Feyd Rautha (so if you requested...they're coming). Glad to be back and BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR PART 2!!!! - Lacie <3

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[vrystalius]

Yo! Hello its me again! Could i please request like a reverse isekai where the kny characters end up in reader's house? And maybe she is like Mad rich but like.. Not a spoiled brat she likes to do charity and make money for herself and maybe she is living with her cousins, she is smark but can be stupid (if you know what i mean) i don't know, you can do whatever you want, (there is not enough reverse isekai fanfictions😭), anyhow, hope you have a good day and you didn't get sick of my (a lot) requests😁🫶🏻👋🏻

Hashira getting reverse isekai’d

Your favourite hashira suddenly appeared inside your home! How will they react to your home and the modern world?

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Giyu x gn!reader

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He will not adjust to this change quietly— he is ready to destroy and slice every single piece of tech that decides to randomly beep or talk to him. You once found Sanemi trying to get his katana out of your ceiling after throwing it with full force against your smoke detector, after it beeped to remind you to change battery. It scared the shit out of him, so he put an end to that thing. Often times when using your phone, Sanemi accidentally activates Siri. He first thought that a demon was speaking through the phone with some kind of blood demon art, then, after explaining to him what exactly Siri is and what she does, he just begins cursing her and cussing her out every time she activates on him. You once had to remind him not to grip it so tightly, or else your screen might crack.

A thing he really, really likes about your modern home though is your bathroom. The shower, the large mirror, sink, toilet… just everything about it. The first time he stepped into your shower and closed the glass door behind himself, Sanemi was first confused about the shower settings. He turned every knob that is able to be turned, both cooking himself alive and dodging the water in fear of freezing, achieving both of these things in one shower. Once he finally found the perfect temperature, it was time to test all of the products you have, and not sparingly. Shampoo, conditioner, hair masks, shower gel, body scrub and whatever else he could get his fingers on— once he got out of the shower and returned to you, his smell was almost overwhelming, but at least you know now that his har is somehow able to look even better than before.

After a long adjustment period, you sometimes catch Sanemi watching the TV. He made himself comfortable in a corner of your couch, cuddled up in heated blankets (he learned how to use the settings all by himself!) and watching one movie after another. He’s quite the binge-watcher apparently, watching one action movie after another for hours on end. At the end of such day, he’ll complain about his eyes burning up without having any idea how that happened.

“Hey, wanna join me? Blanket s’ warm and I found a movie about some weird metal things moving really, really fast and guys kicking each other’s asses— Huh? Cars? Are those these fast carriages sliding around on there?”

Kyojuro Rengoku

He is incredibly curious about every single thing and would try to understand how everything works. Kyojuro would inspect your microwave and press every button their is, watching the pizza pocket he threw into there react to the different settings and then grieving about how the once weird snacks he wanted to try turned into a piece of burnt remains. Despite being the most comfortable with the traditional meals he used to eat, Kyojuro would love to try any dish you even mentioned by name once! Since you can get your food delivered to your front door, Kyojuro can try as many different cultural dishes as he can get his hands on! Or as many as you can get delivered to tour home. Ordering food is something he always gets very excited about, like what do you mean you can order all kinds of cultural food in a matter of minutes? How do the restaurants have all the ingredients available and are always ready to serve customers? And why do you refuse to order a so-called Happy Meal for him? Isn’t it supposed to make one happy?

Another thing Kyojuro is very excited about is the gym. He accidentally stumbled upon a fitness center after returning from buying groceries, staring at the people training inside with those weird machines. The hashira spotted a couple of people build broader and stronger than him, making him realise that this may be some kind of modern training ground. He begged on his hands and knees for a membership so he can explore all these new machines and weight excursuses. Once Kyojuro got inside, he was like a child in a candyshop. He spend the whole day testing out every machine, noting his own limits and setting goals on how to get even stronger. Despite no demons terrorising your world, he still wants to keep his muscles and gain strength to offer nice pillows you can lay your head on and also have the ability to open sealed jars for you without struggling.

“Can we order sweet potato tonight? I miss eating it, and it’s my comfort dish…. Also, I believe I may have started to develop homesickness. I miss my brother the most, though… Not that I don’t like it here, I love it! I just miss my father and brother, that’s all.”

Giyu Tomioka

Staying true to his nature, Giyu would be silent and awkward in this new space. He’s scared of offending you in any way but simply taking his haori off or sitting down onto your couch since he has no idea about the manners and behaviours expected from him in this world, but at the same time doesn’t bother to ask you in order to not burden you in any way. So, he quietly followed you around the house in and inspect your furniture and decorations, sometimes curiously picking something up and inspecting its function. His favourite object so far is a rubix cube he found on your desk. You caught him turn the sides, trying to understand what the point of this thing is. Does it have something on the inside? Why are the colours all scrambled up? While watching his irritation grow because of not being able to sort the colours, you suggested that Giyu can keep it and try to solve it after giving him a small briefing on what the point of the cube is. Thanking you, he kept the rubix cube on his body to play around with it whenever he has time. He is seriously invested in it and really wants to solve it in order to prove to himself that he can solve a complex puzzle and to maybe even impress you a little.

Also, you discovered that Giyu likes noise-canceling headphones, music and e-books. You often find him cuddled up together on your sofa, his face illuminated by your Ipad in his hands. You could hear the faint sounds of soft and slow music from the headphones he was wearing. He looks incredibly invested in whatever he is reading, so you snuck up on him and glanced over his shoulder, reading a couple of lines. It wasn’t a fantasy story or a random novel like you thought, but Giyu was actually reading an article about the behaviour of cats. Adorable, you thought, so you left him be and went on with your day. The water hashira eyed your form as you left, sneakily switching tabs and returning to what he was actually reading: a fluffy romance novel. He looks over his shoulder twice, thrice, checking if you are still near before feeling comfortable enough to continue his reading in peace.

“Can I borrow your.. headphones? They’re called headphones, right? Yes, I’d like to borrow them again. I want to use them to have more silence, you are being very loud and I wanted to read something.”

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You never bother me with your requests! They are always so fun to write for!! Also, I hope it’s okay I kind of “simplified” your request— I hope you enjoyed this anyway. Also, I didn’t include Gyomei because I was unsure of what exactly to write for him, but I may update this tomorrow and a small scenario for him <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

[pruneunfair]

Tropes in manhwa are awful yet people still defend them

I'm in a bad mood right now so what better way to release all that pent up anger by ranting on what can ruin a good story.

1: Slavery being inserted only for cheap plot and slaves being demonized as obsessive/greedy monsters for "not knowing their place"

Theres nothing wrong with wanting to insert slavery in your story AS LONG as it's not just cheap plot to make your MC look "better" by buying from a single to all of the slaves because let me tell you this: there is no such thing as a good slave owner, you cannot morally own another human being. A lot of manhwa like to have slavery be a part of their plot completely ignoring that just because the MC goes "wow this is terrible" doesn't make them a good person after they buy a slave.

Remarried empress does this with its villian Rashta by pushing the notion that she's being greedy for not wanting to stay in poverty so Navier won't suffer because apparently a slave wanting what the silver spoon mouthed nobles were born into is so terrible not to mention they justify slave owners and slavery in general as a punishment for criminals (neglecting the fact that children can be sold by their parents)

The villainess has fun again justifies a child slave being bought by the lead and he becomes an obsessive shouta love interest, fans continously justify by using the ancient lolicon excuse "he may look young but he's actually 99182823 years old!"

In divorcing my tyrant husband, Robelia buys 30 slaves and the only 2 that consistently show up have no other personality other then "we love you FL we will worship you till the end of time!"

There's a damn manhwa out there literally called the order of slave breeding and even when a story tries to do this correctly such as VADTD with Penelope being portrayed as a bad person for what she did to Eckles, fans have been so deluded by the idea that FL's buying slaves is "girlboss" that they think Eckles should be grateful to be Penelopes "pet"

2: ML's murdering innocent people after one guy hurts the FL

I already made a specific post about it before and I'll say it again: all this does is make your male lead/father figure look like a horrific monster. While you could say it's because its a medieval kingdom (objectively that is true that they would do this) manhwa and OI is the same place where despite in those times taking a mistress was considered normal they still view it as cheating and "how could you pick that slut when you have such a perfect wife!? 🤬" in most stories. So yes, modern morality is still inserted within these tropes. While I can get it's a way to show that the man in questions loves the FL so much he's willing to go to such lengths to protect her I think just mutilating the guy that actually did the sin would be enough because try imagining yourself as a faithful servant who was amazing at your job getting brutally slaughtered by the Emperor because your boss attacked his daughter or lover.

Into the light once again does this with Aishas dad murdering all the relatives and close friends of a count that tried to kill Ysis and Aisha, Aisha doesn't seem to care despite being in a situation where she was wrongfully executed in her past life.

Remarried empress does this too. After Navier is nearly killed by Krista's brother, Heinrey tortures and kills the dad and slaughters the servants of the zemensias. I can't remember if he also murdered the remaining family members but I wouldn't put it past him.

3: protagonist centered morality

Protagonist centered morality is the biggest indicator that a piece of media is dealing with a mary sue FL. Whatever the protagonist says is right is immediately morally correct. This is actually used to justify the last 2 examples with "it was for the FL!" Things like slavery, murder, workplace abuse, union busting, pedophilia, and being a POS to your loved ones are all justified if the protagonist finds a cheap way to justify it and you HAVE to agree with her because her backstory is very tragic 🥺. Protagonist centered morality also ruins the chance for good characters since the FL herself never has to grow as a person so she stays the same exact thing as she was just with more enablers and random characters will be treated as villains even if they aren't actually wrong about being suspicious of the Protagonist or calling out her behavior. It twists the narrative in such incomprehensible ways that you don't even know what your reading anymore. I can't even list all of the manhwas that do this given how many there actually are so I'll just list some that are at least self aware there Protagonist is awful/morally grey or isn't even a bad person but they still have flaws that can be pointed out

Villains are destined to die

My in laws are obsessed with me

Not sew wicked step mom

Depths of malice

The villainess turns the hourglass

Beware of the villainess.

4: villains being dumbed down to make the lead look smarter

This is unfortunately another common staple often used as a quick way to make the FL look smart and witty but is that really hard to look smarter when everyone else around you is an idiot? Not only does the FL not have to put in actual effort to best her enemies but you just start to pity the villain for basically being a punching bag. Dimwitted villains aren't always bad in fact they can be some of those most entertaining characters no matter much they lose but that only works when they are meant to be seen as a goofy character that your not supposed to take seriously. Villains that are written as extremely childish and stupid but your still supposed to treat them as serious antagonists on the other hand are just annoying since you wonder how the protagonist even got killed by them in the first life if they're so stupid.

Isabella de Mare while admitly having a good reason for being dumbed down (she's a teenager in the 2nd life so it's reasonable she wouldnt be as smart as her adult counterpart) is still a joke of a villainess who keeps flipping back and fourth from a snot nosed whiny brat to a mastermind only at convenient opportunities when the plot needs conflict.

Mielle from the villainess turns the hourglass was first portrayed as extremely conniving as she arranged for Arias downfall in the shadows but in the second life she fails at every scheme she has even though she has Emma and Isis to help her out.

Ragibach is a literal demon possessing the body of another woman with the goal of setting demons loose on the word to start another human vs demon war and she succeeded in that the first time, the devastation was all there so clearly she has to be a formidable antagonist right? Well no, she's another case of being dumbed down further and further so Keira can succeed and while they do understand some plot holes such as Ludwig not trusting her as much in the second life it doesn't change the drastic character change from evil genius to bumbling idiot.

In short: dumbing down your villains so your lead can look smarter is essentially going to give the equivalent of a hydrogen bomb vs a coughing baby.

5: feminine women being demonized as basic "other girls" sluts

Okay this one isn't nearly as terrible as the others on this list because we all love the good old "a demon makes itself look beautiful to deceive humans" kind of villain, in fact as you probably know by me by now, white lotuses are my favorite kinds of character and even in media outside of manhwa I always find myself drawn to angelic villains but it seems like this is less of that and more of "Oh those are all the other girls who just want a man to save them, look at how much better my badass rich boss babe is for working for herself while taking all of their men at the time 😎" in manhwa. As soon as a traditionally feminine girl shows up, comments are already calling her a two faced bitch and half the time protagonist is already skeptical of her. This is the opposite of what being a feminist really is, a real feminist wouldn't be putting down other women just because they dress with more pink with bows and skirts and while I do think for most manhwa this is unintentional I do wish that we could have more characters like Psyche, Helena, Athy, and Jennette that prove that being overly feminine doesn't make you a backpedal on feminism. This doesn't make the badass or sexy fl's bad either, it just means they can co-exist.

An angelic villain should be treated as evil for being a well calculated schemer, not because they have a light colored color scheme

6: toxic relationships being romanticized as good

You know for a large community that claims to be about girl code a good chunk sure likes to look the other way when it comes to toxic relationships as long as the abuser is "hot" and theres always the terrible excuse such as "he has trauma!" Or "he doesn't know how to show his love normally!" No just no we aren't doing that here. Cry or better yet beg has this problem with not only the narrative claiming that Matthias graping Layla is okay because she actually loves him and doesn't know it but a large part of the fanbase also defends it, the same goes with try begging, a manhwa written by Solche who also wrote cry or better yet beg and once again despite Leon being an abuser everyone's ready to justify his actions because he's just a soft little boy who ends up falling in love with Grace awww 😍 (what the hell?) Everyones all about not justifying abusers because they had a sad past until it's the "sexy" male leads with daddy issues.

7: maid slapping

This shit isn't asserting your dominance as a boss bitch it's just work place abuse. This trope has gotten so out of hand of being justified by narratives and readers that there is an entire webtoon called this isekai maid is forming a union that's all about criticizing twisted manhwa tropes that get brushed off with maid absuer being at the biggest one. It's funny because a lot of people complain that Isekai maid union villainizes the nobles too much but they never ask the same questions when a OI is demonizing maids as greedy and lazy in order to deserve a beating. This doesn't just stop at hands either it can escalate to threats of mutilation just to assert dominice which is absolutely sick. Most of the time these leads used to be office workers or terminally ill patients, they know how terrible it is to be treated like garbage by their superiors yet they continue to absue every maid who isn't getting on their knees for them. Most maids in real history would not mistreat a noble even if they were the most hated in the house and even if they did they'd be fired without a letter of recommendation so why can't the FL's just fire the rude maid if they care about dignity so much because I'm pretty sure getting violent with a maid isn't very dignified either.

8: disgusting age gaps

Very similar to #6 but in this case while the ML/FL isn't a cruel monster to their partner it doesn't change the fact that grooming and pedophilia is still a crime worthy of life in prison. You'd think "oh no way, this can't be justified can it?" You'd be wrong. Now I belong to house of Castillo thankfully has a larger fanbase of people who think that a relationship between a girl who got groomed by her knight is bad but in cases like into the light once again a lot of people like to say "Well Aisha is technically 28 so it's fine!" When it really isn't since Aisha is still mentally 14. Taming my ex husbands mad dog is another one that does this with Reinhardt grooming a 16 year old boy and its apparently meant to be "cute".

9: claiming a character as unattractive yet giving them a perfect body and appreance

I just think this is a major cop-out since there's time where they want to make a realistic story yet also wanting a fantasy fufilment. I don't think its a coincidence that the only woman in tears of a withered flower that yout supposed to support is a Victoria's secret model body type. Even though she's meant to be an overworked exhausted 33 year old woman being mocked for losing her beauty she sure as hell isn't drawn that way, the only other women around hae soo are all women with smaller boob's and in general more common body types that are either classed as stupid or jealous that Hae soo is so beautiful that all the attractive men want her

how about we don't pit all the women against each other for once? And let's especially not villainize other women because their jealous they could never be have large boob's and tiny arms+waist at the same time?

10: the commoner protagonist actually being a noble rich person all along

Look I know most of us had loved those "the hated child is the lost princess" GLMM but we need to drop it because it's kinda disappointing that the nobody who had to work their way to the top is actually a secret magical princess who had royal blood in them all along. While I did think the villainess turns the hourglass was a pretty decent read I was super disappointed finding out that Aria was of noble descent all along. I liked seeing a commoner protagonist for once and it really felt like it was critiquing the idea that all commoners and poor people who want nice things like the nobility are greedy animals. Something similar can also happen with certain saintess manhwas that decide to twist itself into "the villainess was the true saintess all along!" And I'm just sitting here thinking "well there goes the hope that you didn't need the super duper rare power to be a strong character"

I feel way better now after writing all this.

[yandereunsolved]

⋆ Yandere Lucerys Velaryon w/ isekai'd reader ⋆

Lucerys thought of his life like a series of misfortunes that often led him to near-death experiences. Whether it be his tendency to misspeak or to get in fights, he never had that voice in the back of his head warning him otherwise. It was deadly silent.

As he matured, that conscious of his sprung forward. It had a name, your name. The voice in his mind was a character unlike his own. Sentient. That's the word he's grasping for.

It felt like having an imaginary friend once again—but stuck with him at all times.

He didn't dare voice this. He knows he would only end up damaging his mother's reputation further. So he has you to comfort him.

Sweet. irresistible. you.

Lucerys becomes way too attached to the voice that is always with him. He trusts you with his life. So when you warn him to delay his travels on his dragon a day and not tell anyone, he obediently listens.

He lived because of you.

There was no funeral that needed to be held. No tears were shed. There was only him eternally grateful to your dutiful protection.

When you appear before him one night, this night, full materialized. Who is he to object? A miracle blessed upon him in his dreary life. You won't slip from his fingers, just as you haven't allowed him to slip through yours.

[mayonness]

Otome Isekai x Text Post Meme

(Originally posted this on r/otomeisekai, but I'm posting it here too on someone's request)

[cutecapybarapics]

[caffeinewitchcraft]

treating my catastrophizing like its cannon but i've isekai'd into a gothic horror story. Yes, everyone will die...in the original timeline. That Time I Got Reincarnated into a Tragedy But My Insane Cheat Powers Won't Let Anything Go Wrong: 24 Hours Until Happiness!

[k4marina]

— Prologue: Dragonstone|| Heart of the Dragon

synopsis: a trip to Dragonstone goes a little wrong, or does it?

game of thrones x modern!reader

4.5k+ word count

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"Why are we doing this during the hottest day of the year, again?" Daeron mutters, using the brochure that was given to us at the beginning of the tour as a fan.

If I could, I would've replied, but the heat was also getting to me, draining away my energy. And, on top of the scorching heat, I'd just finished the last of my water. I pursed my lips together, the line wasn’t that long and I’m sure I can buy another overpriced water bottle after we visited the caves.

The group tour guide turned back to us, just as exhausted, and somewhat bashful. He said something, but I couldn't be bothered with it as I was too focused to not tip over from the heat. It was probably something like “only a few more minutes and we’ll be outta the heat, folks,” with an awkward smile or something.

The line to the caves under the castles was stupidly long, but it's no surprise. So much history was in those caves and so many mysteries had come full circle there. And, the deeper they dug, the more they uncovered the history of the Targaryens that lived there from when Aenar Targaryen moved his entire family to Dragonstone after his daughter, Daenys “the Dreamer” dreamed of the Doom of Valyria. 

"Who's idea was it to come here for our research trip?" I didn't bother looking over at him, knowing that I'd be blinded by the sun that shone directly behind his big head.

“Shut up. Your voice is giving me a headache.” I quipped. “Besides, almost everything on this island is connected to the Targaryens. It might come useful when we have to write our research paper.”

The line moved up until our group was at the front of the line. A small group of students, along with Daeron and I, were on Dragonstone for our research projects. Some of the other students had decided to stay in Kings Landing or go to other parts of Westeros for their research.

Everyone was to spend a week in their respective areas and gather all the information they needed before heading back to Kings Landing to write and then later present their topics. Some chose to do it themselves whilst others, like us, decided to go with someone else.

Today was the first day of our stay on Dragonstone. Daeron and I had decided to check out the caves and the island's beaches before we would explore the labyrinth-like castle.

I rubbed the side of my head, feeling a headache approaching. My hand reached up to my necklace that rested on my chest. The chain was long enough for it to hang in the dip of my breast.

Not only did I come here for my project, but also for me. The necklace around my neck has been in my family for generations, but no one knows from where. It’s made entirely of Valyrian Steel, which was rare back in the day, and even rarer now.

As a child, I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until I grew older and more curious that I started asking questions. First to my family, but all I got was even more confusing answers that led me nowhere. Then I turned towards the internet, scouring for hours until I had found it.

On the official Dragonstone website, I found pictures of the caves under the castle and possibly under the entire island. On one of the walls was a crude hand drawing of my necklace. Two dragons around a sword with a ruby in the middle –though, the ruby was replaced with a red dot. Regardless, the cave painting matched. 

The line moved up and Daeron gently pushed me up while I was lost in my thoughts. “You good?” He asks. I nod, “Yeah. The heat’s just a lot.” He gives an understanding look. Once the tour guide is given the green light, he begins to lead up to the entrance of the cave.

"Ready?" Daeron asks. I nodded and we begin walking. Once we entered the cave, my jaw was on the floor. I had seen pictures of the caves, but seeing it in real life was far more beautiful.

The deeper we got we could see the cave paintings done by the Children of the Forest which Daenerys and Jon had found. As the guide droned on about the cave paintings, I could feel my headache intensify. Why was it so hot in here? 

The deeper and deeper we went into the caves, the worse it got. My chest started to feel heavy. I struggled to put one foot in front of the other. The back of my throat burned and I felt like throwing up, but I pushed forward. 

My eyes raked the the cave walls, Where was it? Finally, I was able to see it. The markings were next to a few unknown ones. A sign with some information was hung up next to it. Despite my head pounding I was still able to read the bold words. 

Unknown markings made by who researchers believe are the Targaryens. The paint used seemed to be as old as when Aenar Targaryen moved his family to Dragonstone.

By the time I finished reading, I could feel my head pounding so loudly in my ear. It felt like an ice pick was being hammered into the side of my head. I could hear muffled voices call out, but to who I didn’t know. The room started to spin and a ringing sound filled my ears.

A hand, most likely Derons, reached out and turned me around. I could see his mouth moving, but no words coming out. My chest felt like it was overheating while my head continued to throb. Everything turned blurry and then it went black.

When I woke up, I was still in the cave. The cold stone floor had helped with bringing my body temperature down. And, my head didn't hurt anymore. After getting up, I looked around the cave. It was darker, and quiet.

Where was everyone?

Carefully, I made my way out of the cave. It was harder to walk out of the cave and the spotlights that were on the walls weren’t on. Once I was outside I was met with the night sky.

All the tents and other buildings around the beach were gone, as if they'd never been there.

Okay, this is weird.

"Hello?" My voice came out horse like I hadn’t spoken in a long time. "Hello? Is anyone there? Daeron?" 

My feet moved on their own and I tried to find someone, anyone. But there was no one. How could a populated area with tents and buildings disappear within hours?

Retracing my steps, I found the stairs that would lead me back to the Help Center that were posted around for lost tourists, but like the beach, there was nothing. Matter a fact, even the lamppost that were posted into the ground, the banners, the signs –everything was gone.

"What the actual fuck?" Panic creeped up and I could feel my heart thumping in my ears. "Gods, If this is some kinda sick fucking joke..."

At this point, I was running towards the castle. For what? I didn't know, but surely there had to be something there. The grand doors seemed to be closed so I tried to find another way in. I guess you could say I found something like a side door that took a little force to open. 

The inside of the castle was grand. High walls, banners held high, candles and lamps lit all around. Truly, it was amazing. As I was gawking at the architecture I failed to notice unknown voices walking towards me. 

“Halt!” Two unknown men dressed in what looked like armor cornered me, pointing their spears at me. “State your name! Who are you?” 

I stuttered out my name, raising my hands up so they could see I wasn’t a threat. “I’m not going to do anything, I swear.” 

The two men shared a look and a few hushed words before one of them walked over to me, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me along. 

“Ow!” I tried to pull back, but his grip was too strong. “What the fuck dude. I said I wasn’t a threat.”

“Khaleesi will decide if you are or are not a threat.” The man who wasn’t holding onto me said. 

Khaleesi? What Khaleesi?

“Oh please don’t tell me I just walked into those real-life roleplaying things.” I groaned, earning side eyes from both of the men. 

They led me down a series of hall ways, each one intricate as the other until we stood outside of a set of polished stone double doors. Another pair of men dressed just like the cosplayers that brought me here stood in front of the doors. Without having to say any words they opened the grand doors. 

Slowly, I could see the inside being revealed. 

There, on the elevated platform stood the Throne of Dragonstone, where all the Targaryen heirs of the Iron Throne sat as they took the title “Prince of Dragonstone.” A light push brought me back as I was dragged closer to the throne. 

“Khaleesi,” the guard called out. Before I could ask who they were speaking to, an unknown voice answered. 

“What is it?” 

Light footsteps were heard from behind a wall and a woman emerged from behind it. Except it wasn’t just any woman. Even a child would know who she was. Everyone around the world knows her. 

She was Daenerys Targaryen. 

Mother of Dragons. 

The Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea.

The Unburnt.

The Breaker of Chains. 

I could feel time slow down as I watched her walk over to the throne and sit down. My blood turned cold as she sat in front of me. 

No.

No.

She’s dead.

This can’t be happening.

It’s not possible.

It’s not. I have better chances of reviving dragons than traveling back in time-

“What is this?” Daenerys eyed me, confused at my appearance and why I was even here before looking at the two men. 

“We found this unknown woman wandering around the castle, Your Grace.” 

She eyed me, as if wanting me to plead my case, but the words died in my throat. Why wouldn’t they when Daenerys fucking Targaryen was right in front of me. A million thoughts ran through my head, but I couldn’t rack my brain to find one answer. 

Daenerys squinted before speaking again, this time directly towards me. “Who are you?” The High Valyrian rolled easily off of her tongue like a true Targaryen. Those three words held so much power and conviction, like a true Queen.

“Y/n Vellarys!…” I rushed to reply in Valyrian. 

“You speak good Valyrian.” She praises, but it's quickly pushed away. “But that doesn’t explain what you are doing here.”

What should I do? I bit my bottom lip as nervousness filled my body. 

Knowing that if I lie, I’ll be fileted, I took a deep breath before responding. “I don't know. I.. I,” I paused, not knowing if I should continue. If this was real then I only wanted her to know, “Can we be alone.. please?” 

The two men besides me visibly tense up, but don’t speak up. Daenerys looks down at us, seemingly in thought before she nodded. The two men bow before turning around to leave. The double doors closed with a loud thud. 

“We’re alone now, you may continue.” 

I nervously swallowed. Here we go. “This might sound weird, but.. I don’t know how I got here. I.. I woke up in the caves under the castle… alone.”

Daenerys’ face stayed neutral as I relayed the information. She seemed to take some time to process what I had just said. “Do you think I’m a fool?” 

I could feel my heart fall all the way down. Fuck.

“You woke up in the caves alone?” She repeats. “Not even a child would come up with such a stupid story like this.”

“N-n-no, Daener- I mean, Your Grace. I swear to the Gods that I’m telling the truth. I have no reason to lie to you. Especially when you could get rid of me with your dragons in a second.”

She seemed to mull over my words, as if weighing her options. “Alright, let's say you’re telling the truth. Your story still doesn’t make sense. How do you just “wake up” in a cave?” 

Now or never, I guess. 

“Actually,” I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m not from here. I come from-” The future. Fucking hell, how cliché. “-I come from a different… time.” 

Daenerys squinted and I could see the clogs in her brain moving. “You mean you’re from the future?” 

Jeez. Ripped the bandage right off. 

“Well –uh, yes,” I say. “I was touring the caves and then I –I fell unconscious or something, I still don’t know, I just know that when I woke up I ended up here.” 

I let out a frustrated sigh. What if this was just a dream and that all of this is just my imagination running wild. 

“That necklace.” 

Huh? What is she talking about? 

 I looked up, confused. “What?” 

She pointed towards my chest. I looked down and I could see my necklace was out. “What about it?” I asked.

“Where did you get it?” 

“It’s mine.” I replied. “It’s been in my family for generations. Why?” 

Now it was Daenerys’ turn to look a little nervous. 

“I’ve seen it in my dream.”

“Your dream? Like, one of those Dragon Dreams?” I ask. She gives a nod, “While we were sailing to Dragonstone I had a dream of a woman with silver hair and that necklace. Because I couldn’t see her face, I thought it was me. I’ve turned the treasury over looking for them; however, it seems that I dreamt of you.”

Ho-ly Fuck. Daenerys’ dreamt about me. What the hell. I’m about to throw up. 

“What?” Now it was my time to be skeptical of what was being said. “You dreamt about me and my necklace?”

She nodded. “It seems odd, but a Dragon Dream has never been wrong.”

“Ture, but that still leaves a lot of blanks.” My hand subconsciously went up to hold my necklace while I tried to think back. 

The deeper I walked into the cave the more my head started to hurt, but that was most likely because of dehydration… probably. But then there was a burning feeling on my chest when I looked at the symbol on the wall that matched my necklace and the burning feeling got even more intense and it felt like it was about to burn my skin-

“Fuck.” I groaned, letting go of the necklace. The outburst made Daenerys frown, “Are you alright?”

I looked down at my hands and at my necklace before looking into her eyes. “I think my necklace tried to burn me, like last time.” 

“Last time?” She frowned. “How can a necklace burn someone?”

“I don’t know. It happened before I passed out in the cave.” I let out a sigh. “Gods, what is going on.” 

“It seems that this was the God's doing,” Daenerys says, as if it was a fact. “They’ve brought you here.” 

“The Gods?” I repeat. Sure, in some sense they did bring me here. “But why?” 

“That may be something for you to find out.” Daenerys stood from the throne, walking down the steps until she was right in front of me. “I was lost once, but then the Gods gifted me my children to show me my true purpose.” 

“The Iron Throne.” I thought back to my history classes where I learned that for the fight for the Iron Throne, Daenerys lost her life as she fell into what historians said was “Targaryen Madness,” but I’ve always felt that there’s more to it. 

“It’s late, I’ll have the servants bring you to a spare room for you to rest in for the night.” As if on cue, the guards from before stepped up to us. “We can talk further tomorrow morning.”

Daenerys turned to leave from where she came from. The guards bowed as she left. Once she was gone they brought me to a spare room somewhere in the castle, this time without having to pull me around. 

The hallways were nearly empty, meaning there weren’t a lot of people living here or servants working in the castle. The most I’d seen was guards posted around. Once we were in front of two thick double doors the guards stepped back waiting for me to open them. 

It took a little force to open the door, but once I was inside, my jaw was on the floor. Despite everything being made of stone, the walls were covered in rich tapestry. There was a giant bed with lavish looking furs laid atop the bed and maroon bed sheets. 

Behind me, a servant walked in with a few sets of clothes and laid them on the bed. “We’ve prepared you some clothes,” she said. “Would you like to change now or take a bath?” 

As if on cue, I could feel how dirty I was since I was practically on the cave floors for Gods knows how long. 

“A bath would be fine, thank you,” I replied. It honestly felt weird watching servants work. Not that it was bad, just the fact that in the modern day you don’t have them. Sure maybe someone who cleans your home or makes you food, but servants?

Once they had pulled out the massive tub and manually poured in the hot water they led me to the tub. One of their hands went up to my shirt's edge and the other to my pants. 

“W-wait!” They all looked at me confused. 

“Is everything alright, My Lady?” One of the servants asked. 

No it’s not. You’re taking my clothes off. And sure, it’s your job to do practically everything for a highborn, but that ain’t me. 

“Uh, there’s no need for… all of this. I can do it myself.” 

“Are you sure?” Another girl asked. “It’s our duty to serve you.” 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” I replied awkwardly. “Just not really used to all of… this. Um, anyways I can take it from here. You guys can go…” 

I internally cringed at my words. Gods, I sounded like an idiot, but could you blame me? 

The girls reluctantly agreed, leaving me alone in the room. Once they were gone I let out a sigh and began to undress myself. The water was hot, but it was fine since I practically liked showering in lava every morning. 

Settling into the tub I finally relaxed. This entire thing was just so… bizarre. At first, I thought it was some sort of dream, but that searing pain I felt wasn’t something I could just imagine. 

My necklace burned me. 

And it burned me when I first saw the markings on the cave walls. I looked down at my chest and hand, but saw nothing. 

Okay, weird. 

That aside, why was I even brought here? Why me? What do I have that made me so special that I had to be flung into this era of time?

“Think, y/n, think,” I muttered to myself. The dream. Daenerys’ dream about the necklace. But wait, no history books said anything about her having a dragon dream. Could this maybe be connected?  

For the next hour, I mulled over my options while I soaked in the tub that had turned lukewarm. Having enough, I got up and grabbed the towels that the servants had thankfully set close for me. 

The clothes that they had laid out for me were a bunch of nightgowns. Thankfully, they were my size. I decided to wear a simple white nightgown. 

Laying under the mountain of covers and blankets, I finally let myself completely relax, falling asleep. Hopefully tomorrow’s discussions can help this situation get better or at least easier. 

I woke up to the sun glaring down into my face. Groaning, I turned to my side, hoping to get some more sleep. But the damage was done. 

I could hear light shuffling in the room and things being moved around. When I opened my eyes, I was nearly flash-banged. All the windows (that are floor to ceiling length) were opened and the curtains were drawn back. 

A few servants from last night and a few new faces worked around the room. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes, catching the attention of one of the girls. 

“Good morning, My Lady. Did you sleep well?” 

“Morning,” my voice came out a little low and rough. “What’s going on?” 

“We’re getting you ready for the day,” the girl replies, matter of factly. “You will be having your morning meal with the Queen. We’ve already drawn you a fresh new bath and arranged a new set of clothes.” 

I looked at where the tub was last night, nothing that was gone, along with my clothes. 

“Where are my clothes?” I asked. 

“We’ve sent them to get washed,” the servant replied. “My Lady, if i may…” 

I nodded for her to go on. “We’ve never seen such clothes like yours before. They remind us of what the men wear however, yours are a bit more.. different.” 

“Oh, that. They’re just something that I made.” I lied. Thinking back to last night, I’m confused I didn’t get as many weird looks as I should have wearing my jeans and shirt. It's not really the typical Westerosi fashion for this time. 

“The bath is ready.” Another girl says. 

Reluctantly, I got out of bed, following them to another room adjacent to this one. The room was a massive bathroom that could function as a bathhouse. 

There was a massive tub nestled into the floor. The windows were also huge but a little higher up, letting in some natural light. I could tell the water was hot just by how much it was steaming. 

Carefully, the servants began to undress me. They led me into the water and began adding what I can only assume are oils and salts. Truthfully, it felt like I was at some fancy spa with how they washed my body and hair. 

Once that was done, they helped me into a beautiful white dress with a dark teal and gold design. I felt like a model wearing such a beautiful dress. I let my hair down, not wanting it in any style (or knowing any styles of this period). 

A servant walked me to the dining room where Daenerys was waiting for me. She wore a light blue dress with her hair braided and her three headed dragon pin.  

“Good Morning,” she greeted. 

“Morning uh, Your grace.”  I replied. “Sorry, I’ve never called anyone “your grace” before.” 

She brushed it off, motioning for me to take a seat next to her at the table where the food was already prepared. 

“How did you sleep?” She asks, beginning to eat. 

“Fine, surprisingly.” I reached down to grab a fork for my food. “How about you?” 

Was I really making small talk with Daenerys Targaryen? 

“Mine as well,” she smiled. “I was hoping we could talk a little before I had to go meet my small council.” 

“Okay, what did you want to talk about?” I wanted to smack myself. Every time I spoke it was full of nerves and anxiety. 

“Let’s start with you. Your name and where you’re from.” Daenerys says confidently. “Judging by your looks, you’re of Valyrian descent.” She says, eyeing my silver hair. 

“Yes,” I nodded. “My family moved from Volantis to the Eyrie. My family is known to be of the Old Blood in Volantis.” 

“The Old Blood?” Daenerys says, surprised. 

The Old Blood are a group of people in Volantis that have proven to be the last remaining families of Valyria. They live in a perched area of the city that only they can walk. All the families in that area still continue their Valyrian traditions and practices, just minus the dragons. 

I nodded, “My father is the youngest of four sons, so he thought ‘why not move to westeros and start something there?’ knowing that he wouldn’t have to really carry on the family name.” 

“And your family name is Vellarys?” She recalled from last night. 

“Yes. We’re known for our jewelry making in Volantis. That’s why my father moved to Westeros, to open a shop there without having to take over the business and stress like his older brother.

“As for myself, I have two older brothers. One is working to be a doctor,” Daenerys frowned at that, confused, “uh, it’s like a Maester. The other is helping my father run the shop.” 

“And what about yourself?” 

“I’m in school. I go to the University of Kings Landing.” 

“The.. University of… Kings Landing?” 

“Well, after the monarchy was sorta let go, they turned certain parts of the Red Keep and other castles into Universites -places to go for higher studies, like the.. Citadel for example.” 

Daenerys nods, understanding some of it. 

“I study the era of The Game of Thrones as well as Targaryen History.” 

“The Game of Thrones?” She repeats. “What is that?” 

“It’s, uh, what we call this time period. It ranged from the death of King Robert to,” the death of Daenerys Targaryen, “to now, and a little later. We look into how the events after Robert’s death played out and how people fought for the Iron Throne.” 

“Like a game.” She says. 

I nodded. “Yes, like a game. There’s this quote that Cersie Lannister said to Ned Stark that summed it up, “When you play the game of thrones, You win or you die,”.”

“I see,” Daenerys looks down at her plate in thought. “And what about me?” 

Oh fuck. 

“What about you?” I say, acting innocent. 

“What happened to me?” 

I purse my lips together. Should I say it? I mean, it’s a good segway to what I want to really say… if this part goes well. 

“You…” I nervously swallowed. “You die… before you could even claim the throne.” 

The fork in her hand hits the ceramic plate with a loud clunk. 

“What?” 

Nervously, I looked into her. “You were killed… after you burned Kings Landing to ashes.” 

She frowned. “You're lying. I would never do such a thing. Me? Burning down Kings Landing? 

And the Red Keep, but I’ll keep that to myself. 

“I’m not lying, Daenerys. After you died, Drogon picked you up and flew you away. We still haven’t found your or his body.” 

Daenerys' hands started to shake at the information I had just thrown at her. Carefully, I placed mine over hers. 

“Daenerys,” I said softly. “Breath. You’re fine, nothing has happened so far.” 

Slowly, I could feel her hands stop shaking and her breathing seemed to steady. 

“What do you mean so far?” 

I gave her hand an encouraging squeeze although, I can’t tell if it was for me or her. 

“Meaning, I can help you.” 

She looks at me, puzzled. 

“Daenerys, I can help you take the Iron Throne.” 

okayyyy so it's finally here after many rewrites. let me know if you guys liked the first person POV. its my first time writing it like this, typically i do second POV. more to come in later chapters. also, i will be changing a few things, nothing major. one personal head cannon that i have is that jon isn't really named aegon, but jaehaerys. makes a lil more sense in my brain. also, i'll maybe be using some info from the books. and if you guys have any suggestions with y/n's character and other stuff please feel free to let me know. don't worry there will be more story and character development in the coming chapters.

[sleepyminty]

I love when some stories and any type of medias does shit like this

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(FE3H Fanfic) House Isekai Primer

Premise: After using a reality distorting magic in order to save someone's life, mercenary Byleth Eisner and his mysterious companion Sothis accidentally create a devastating side effect. They have now brought groups from other dimensions, and must guide them through the lands of Fodlan, and a world that wants them all gone.

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Crossovers: Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Persona 3/4/5, The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel, Konosuba, Gakkou Gurashi

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Content: A mixture of crack, slice of life at the Monastery with the new members, serious story events, and a mixture of Three Houses/Three Hopes story.

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Characters included: Persona 3: Makoto Yuki, Yukari Takeba, Junpei Iori, Aigis Persona 4: Yu Narukami, Yosuke Hanamura, Chie Satonaka, Yukiko Amagi, Teddie Persona 5: Ren Amamiya, Ryuji Sakamoto, Ann Takamaki, Morgana Trails of Cold Steel: Rean Schwarzer, Elliot Craig, Alisa Reinford, Laura S. Arseid, Towa Herschel, Sara Valestein, Sharon Kreuger Konosuba: Satou Kazuma, Aqua, Darkness, Megumin Gakkou Gurashi: Megumi Sakura

A/N: This is actually round 2 of me doing a FE3H Crossover fanfic but the cast being added to the original one was 72. Needless to say that made actually making a story where the heroes didn't just curbstomp everything in their path was a bit contrived. This time, it's only going to be 25, which is FAR more manageable. For those who are just following Genshingorls, this was actually my first major fanfic project, and holds a special place in my heart. Though admittedly, I don't like how the original turned out since I HEAVILY rushed it, but this time I'll take my time, and I hope that it's an enjoyable read for everyone who'll take the time to give it a look! For my longtime followers: Kept you waiting, huh?

Extended character info below the cut!

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Persona 3

Date transported from: September 18th, 2009

Makoto Yuki (Age: 16) - Aigis (Age:???)

Yukari Takeba (Age: 16) - Junpei Iori (Age: 16)

Originally waiting out the storm that was passing over Iwatodai dorm, Makoto, Aigis, Yukari, and Junpei find themselves transported into a strange land by even stranger circumstances. Cut off from the rest of their friends and forced to contend with both Shadows and their new environment, Makoto leads the members of S.E.E.S to protect his newfound allies at Garreg Mach.

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Konosuba

Date transported from: No one was looking at the calendar before they left the tavern.

Satou Kazuma (Age: 17) - Aqua (Aqua)

Dustiness Ford "Darkness" Lalatina (Age: 19) - Megumin (Age: 14)

Originally the four were doing a quest that involved a magical artifact, one Kazuma was dead set on selling for a fat load of cash. Unfortunately for him, Aqua decided to mess with it, thinking it could be used until it horribly malfunctioned, shooting the four into a completely new world. Absolutely pissed but having no time to yell at Aqua and deal with whatever crap lied ahead of them, Kazuma had no choice but to ally himself with the weird emotionless mercenary and the floating green thing with him.

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Persona 4

Date transported from: August 2012

Yu Narukami (Age: 16) - Yosuke Hanamura (Age:16) - Teddie (Age: ???)

Chie Satonaka (Age: 16) - Yukiko Amagi (Age: 16)

Originally visiting for Summer Vacation, Yu found something strange happening with the TV's in Junes, despite the fact the Midnight Channel had long disappeared. Calling who was available, Yu, Yosuke, Chie, Yukiko, and Teddie went inside to investigate, only to find themselves ending up in a completely unfamiliar land, with seemingly no way to return. Finding familiar faces in the form of younger versions of the members of S.E.E.S, Yu and friends decide to stay in order to find a way home together.

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Gakkou Gurashi

Date transported from: July 2012

Megumi Sakura "Megu-nee" (Age: Early 20's)

After saving her last remaining three students from the infected, Megumi accepted her fate, her world going dark with a searing pain on her right arm that was only growing by the second. Instead of the end like she expected to face, she suddenly awoke again being saved by unfamiliar faces. With nowhere to go, she decides to stay with her saviors, and start teaching again to the best of her ability with the second chance she was given.

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Persona 5

Date transported from: July 2017

Ren Amamiya (Age: 18) - Ryuji Sakamoto (Age: 18)

Ann Takamaki (Age: 17) - Morgana (A Cat)

Originally heading out on a camping trip with the rest of their friends, Ren, Ryuji, Ann, and Morgana are caught in a Palace that manifested itself, drawing them into it. To their shock, the unstable nature of the Palace had quickly collapsed, trapping them in another world. After meeting other Wild Card Persona Users, Ren can only deduce that this was meant to happen, and fights with his friends to guide them home, and bring justice to the wicked in this new land.

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The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel

Date transported from: October 24th, S.1204

Rean Schwarzer (Age: 17) - Elliot Craig (Age: 16)

Alisa Reinford (Age: 17) - Laura S. Arseid (Age: 17)

Towa Herschel (Age: 18) - Sara Valestein (Age: 25) - Sharon Kreuger (Age: 23)

Moments after discovering an Ashen bipedal Machine inside the Old Schoolhouse, a blinding light envelops the members of Class VII as they tried to investigate it. Quickly finding themselves in a land not too dissimilar from their own, Rean and Sara immediately take point to find a safe haven for Class VII, finding it alongside fellow outsiders, led by a mercenary. Though the machine, their Orbal Weapons and ARCUS units are still with them, they are far from safe in this strange new world.

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Notable Deviations from the original FE3H timeline for this Crossover:

Byleth has seen Sothis from birth and the two have become steadfast friends, all the way to present time.

Shez and Arval is also present, though the two do not meet before meeting the Three Lords.

Ashen Wolves are present, including their DLC story.

Jeralt will have a stronger presence, teaching alongside Byleth and interacting with the Garreg Mach students and Crossover characters.

Sothis will have a stronger presence, due to being seen by certain Crossover characters.

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By the time this post goes live, I'll be working on the prologue chapter, it's SO good to be writing these characters again in this medium.

See ya soon, and thanks for reading this far!

- Chris

[just-some-user-hunny]

I just realized that the dance is inevitable and isekai!reader will defend their mother and full-blooded siblings {following the book of fire and blood} while dealing with black forces in the riverlands someone lies that their remaining family (Aegon, Alicent and Jaehaera) are all dead that leads to them going batshit insane and burning BOTH black and green forces which leads the riverland forces being too injured to march to king’s landing and the northern army to halt thus not managing to get the hour of the wolf and at the end reader dies (idc if its a suicide or of a broken heart) and cannibal goes INSANE burning everything in his path until he meets an injured Sunfyre who were able to recognize each other because of their riders connection to one another while he is flying to Aegon and Cannibal stays with Sunfyre until Rhaenyra is killed and Sunfyre dies after “killing” the last threat to Aegon which leads to Cannibal escaping and not being found by anyone and it would be pretty amazing if we could get what the maesters who wrote fire and blood to think about isekai!reader 👀

Oooh now that's some good stuff 😳

The dance of the dragons is such a tragedy, everyone is blinded by anger and revenge that they end up burning up together.

Poor isekai!reader would go absolutely mad, losing her family members like that. The Cannibal would be more than willing to burn everything in a furious rage with her, he himself would be akin to a wild animal due to his connection to his rider and the grief/anger they're experiencing. He'd scoop them up and take them to burn whoever they need to, anything to quelm and satisfy the readers blinding rage.

Once the reader dies however, it's like whatever strand of sanity he had left snaps. With you gone, there's no restraint. He's sharp gnashing teeth and blazing emerald fire and death, destroying everything in his wake till he fulfils his riders revenge.

After the dance and everything is settled in ash, whoever remains will remember the reader in a haze of fondness and terror. Cannibal would return to the wilderness, his own heart hurting and swearing to never get close to humans again after the heartbreak of losing his one and only rider.

Isekai!reader would be remembered as the princess who went mad with vengeance, killing and burning till her own life got snuffed out like a candle. (Maybe she dies upon the battlefield and the cannibal keeps fighting, or she takes her own life from the sorrow and doom of it all). The princess whose dragon kept going on to fight in her name even without her voice to command him.

[isekaiscreencaps]

[xxnashiraxx]

With Stars to Fill My Dream (12) - You Know How Much You Broke Me Apart

LOOK!!! I CAN FINALLY SHARE THIS!!! ❤❤❤ I commissioned this absolutely BEAUTIFUL art from @ritzeldraws of the dance scene in this chapter! It's so beautiful- it captures their expressions and feelings perfectly and it's been my iPad background for months waiting to be unveiled! It's so lovely and I'm beyond happy that I got the opportunity to request this. :") Thank you again!! (They're dancing to Duvet by Boa btw, just in case you thought it was a happy dance)

Prepare your tissues for this chapter 💕 It's sad, and my song choice is awful (sarcasm) but you'll recognize it if you've watched Cyberpunk Edgerunners. No happy endings in Night City 💔

Please enjoy!

Chapter Summary: A brush with death leads to denied realizations from Astarion when Ofelia suffers a fatal wound. After she recovers, the party takes a group photo with Ofelia's revived phone- courtesy of Gale- and they all dance the night away trying to forget about their next objective: taking down the goblin leaders. The unlikely pair's slow dance leads to a drunken confession, and further torment appears in the form of a dream visitor wearing the visage of a former friend from Ofelia's past...

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,811

Have some dance pics below the link!!! ❤ (peep the accidental cursor lol)

✧˖Tag List: @khywren

Opening under the cut!

Astarion tries not to think too hard about the way her eyes had been so sweet one moment, and the next had snapped like someone had wrung a child’s neck in front of her. She’d been very successful hiding her tone, but the eyes never lie, and hers were like cold dead stars. Empty and black.

He watches her come out of the broken mill, face impassive, before her brows twitch and a sheepish frown pulls at her lips.

“Lae’zel… I’m really sorry. I should have listened… you know way more about any of these things than me.” 

“No matter. It is normal for warriors to exchange furried words in the heat of battle. Apologies are not necessary, but I will offer mine as well. What were you retrieving?” Ofelia lights up and holds out the little rectangle she’d pried off the goblin.

“My phone! I found it! It plays music!” She grins at Lae’zel earnestly and the gith looks at her a moment before turning away.

“I take it back.” Ofelia sticks her tongue out at Lae’zel’s retreating back before gathering the rest of them close. They disclose the identity of the gnome they’d pulled off the mill, the man walking away towards the treacherous temple ahead- nothing they could do to stop him.

“Okay, we’ve got what? A bugbear behind that building?” She asks, keen eyes darting to the left. Gale nods. “Three trolls in that building there, another four goblins around the back of the old apothecary. Then it’s the road down to the temple. And that sounds like way too many for us to tackle with sunset so close…” She presses a finger to her lips, deep in thought.

“We could break into groups, at least take out the rest here a little at a time?” Karlach asks, her eyes flashing towards the trolls.

“Okay… let’s balance the teams. Karlach, Gale? Trolls?” The two specified nod, though the wizard with less enthusiasm. “The bugbear… Lae’zel and I.” Astarion tuts.

“What about me, darling? I hope you’re not considering pairing me with these two?” He jerks his chin at Wyll and Shadowheart and the latter rolls her eyes at him and graces him with a rude hand gesture. Ofelia flicks her eyes up to him, darkness flaring in them, before she turns her chin away.

“Okay. Come with Lae’zel and me.” He grins, and though they can do without the wet blanket, he’ll trust Ofelia’s judgment. He slides next to her, brows creasing when she stiffens, but she flashes a warm smile at him and his concern ebbs. She’s started behaving like a timid little thing around him and it’s sweet, almost as sweet as her usual red cheeks and tender warmth. What a lovely thing she’ll be to indulge in when she finally lets him devour her whole.

Ofelia lets him pounce on the passed-out bugbear and he preens at the opportunity to show off, lodging his dagger into the neck of the beast as it roars in anguish. He dances out of range of its angry swipes, leaping away gracefully thanks to the meal she’d provided him this morning. Ofelia strums a little tune to embolden Lae’zel and with a final cleave of the githyanki’s greatsword, the creature collapses into a puddle of blood and sour ale. Vile smelling, at that.

“There are lots of supplies lying around, would be good to take them back to camp after we’re done here.” Ofelia murmurs to Lae’zel and the other woman grunts in acknowledgement.

“Ahh yes, moldy cheese wheels and old brandy. Hardly a feast,” He drops said bottle, her eyes meeting his again and he can see that razor-thin edge beneath like a yawning abyss, void and unseeing. He blinks and it’s gone, replaced by dry humor. When she looks away towards an old barn, he frowns. She’s behaving strangely. At least something useful had come from his centuries of torment- the power of observation. And he’s very good at it.

Had it been what he’d said? Perhaps it was a little… cold. Not that it matters, really. But it does now, and he’ll need to remedy it once the opportunity arises. He rolls his eyes inwardly, breathing out a sigh. Why is it so hard to win her affections? She’d even admitted the first time he’d drank from her how much she likes vampires, that should have won him some points, surely? All he needs is for her to agree to a gods damned night with him and he can take the rest from there. It’d be easy to pretend to care at that point. Clinical, even.

[yandereunsolved]

I saw the isekai reader and cannibal nutshell thing and a thought appeared. I LOVED IT✨

Imagine the isekai reader is practicing High Valyrian as they look at their phone while it still works okay. Imagine reader saying "Angās" forgetting Cannibal is beside them and then any poor unfortunate soul that happened to pass was burnt to crispies.

Reader, is practicing Valyrian: Angās *a bit wobbbly in pronounciation*

Cannibal, perking up from laying beside reader: *sees a unfortunate bands of thieves* *spits fire with no hesitation*

Band of thieves: *is dead dead burnt to crisp*

Cannibal: *proudly preening at their rider waiting for a praise*

Reader: I smell burnt chicken *sees dead crispy flesh*

Reader:.....

Reader: CANNIBAL NO-

Another absolute banger from an anon.

The yanderes are definitely all bombarding reader with questions like 'what is that glowing box?' 'are you from the past?' 'what do you mean another dimension?' 'how did you claim The Cannibal?'

And of course the obligatory question from Aegon II— 'Would you ever fuck on it?'

All the mean while The Cannibal is like 'No, good Cannibal!' Cannibal gets all happy. He flops on his belly and wants pets.

Yandere Aemond is like— "Mhm, I could teach you to ride this magnificent beast with Vhagar."

Cannibal gets extremely jealous when someone talks about reader being near another dragon. >:(

This dragon will dracarys something even if reader says something else completely different.

[aricampos16]

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