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The Dragon and the Wolf

Chapter 1

Dark! Aemond x Stark! Reader and Jacaerys x Stark! reader

Do I already have like 50 WIPs and am I really writing another story? Yes. Yes I am. But the idea of this has been in my head for a few days so here we go lol. And yes this is yet another Aemond x reader story because y’all we Aemond Stans are getting feddddd with season 2. Also another dark fic because yes I have issues. I may also try something new because I enjoy medieval fashion so I may include pictures of the reader’s outfits below. If you aren’t interested in this part you can ignore it, this just gives me an excuse to look at pretty dresses ;)

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You had heard all the stories about King’s landing but none of them compared to the real thing.

You smiled widely and slid yourself towards the window of the carriage to take in the hot air. It was never this warm back at Winterfell and you made a promise to yourself to enjoy the southern sun while you were here.

“And if you look to your left, dear sister, you’ll see yet another pompous lordling flaunting about.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at your older brother. He had ridden his own horse the majority of the way but as it was your first time in King’s Landing he wanted to show you the sights himself.

“He does seem to bear an odd resemblance to a bird.” You joined in eyeing the man before retreating back into the carriage.

Your older brother laughed and shook his head with a small smile. You hadn’t seen him smile as much since the death of your sister in law, so you cherished the ones you got, as few as they were. “We should be arriving any moment now.” Cregan’s smile dropped back into his usual pensive expression. “Are you sure you are ready?”

To anyone who didn’t know Cregan Stark, he would seem like he was calmly assessing your future time at court, but you knew better. He was scared. Scared he’d lose you like he lost the Lady Arra Norrey. Like you both had lost your mother.

“You have your duty to the family and I have mine, brother.” You placed a calming hand on his as the carriage jerked to a quick stop. “Perhaps I will find a husband close to home.”

Cregan furrowed his brows but said nothing as the door opened. You could tell he wasn’t convinced, seeing as how you just turned one and eight. Too young to marry in his eyes, but having all the eligible lords in the realm gathered in one spot to celebrate the potentially last name day of the King was too good of an opportunity to pass up. It allowed you some choice in your future husband.

Cregan was the first to leave the carriage, ducking his large frame under the doorway and gallantly offering you his hand.

You took in a deep breath before taking it and exiting after him. As you crossed the threshold of the carriage you were met with chaos. Lords and ladies of all classes were clambering out of their carriages and were rushing to prepare for the upcoming tourney.

Many of them were lodged in nearby manors; however, as one of the great houses you and your brother had the honor of being guests in the Red Keep.

“Lord Stark, Lady Stark.” A young man clad in the red uniform of the Red Keep steward gave you both a curt bow. “I am to show you to your rooms to prepare for the petition.”

“What petition?” Your brother offered you his arm as the two of you followed the servant.

“My apologies my lord, I thought you were informed. As one of the heads of a great house you are invited to attend Vaemond Velaryon’s petition to the seat of Driftmark.”

Your brother scoffed slightly at that. “Not even an hour into the capital and there is already scheming. Lord Corlys made his opinion on that matter clear and that should be upheld.”

“I didn’t even know that the Sea Snake was dead.” You commented as you all ventured into what appeared to be a training yard.

“He isn’t, my lady.” The servant replied slowing as you neared a crowd. “He was injured in battle. I was told the maesters do not think highly of his chances.” He lowered his voice at the last sentence and you realized why as you approached the Velaryon boys.

“My lord, my lady, may I introduce the Princes Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon.”

The princes looked exactly like you had heard in Ravens from the South. Their brown hair standing out from the signature Targaryen white and their eyes a similar color instead of the usual violet.

“Lord Stark,” The older Prince gave your brother a curt nod before doing the same to you. “Lady Stark.”

“My princes.” You curtsied and were very grateful for the days that your septa had drilled you relentlessly on proper form. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is ours.” Prince Jacaerys said with an easy smile. “I hope the journey south was not too tiresome.”

“It was long of course, but we are honored to receive an invitation to the king’s name day festivities.” Your brother spoke as the four of you strode further into the courtyard with the steward trailing closely behind.

It seemed as if the younger prince was about to speak, seemingly the more shy of the two, but was interrupted by the clashing of metal and cheers.

Curious to what was occurring, your small group wandered over to see the signature White of Targaryen hair battling a Dornish man in a suit of armor. Your eyes widened as the knight swung a flail at the person you assumed to be a prince. The younger man, without missing a beat, blocked it with a swing of his shield before advancing with a sword in his hand. The younger Velaryon winced as the shield was thrown to the ground with a dull thud.

The two men seemed to dance around the other, sending blow after blow before the Prince finally turned around revealing an eye patch covering a scarred eye.

The Velaryon boys looked at each other uneasily at the sight of his face before turning to watch the duel again. You said nothing remembering back to when your uncle had told you about the loss of Prince Aemond’s eye. Lucerys looked especially uncomfortable as the One Eyed Prince finished the duel with an easy swing of his sword.

As the surrounding crowd applauded, Prince Aemond lowered his sword from the man’s throat with an unphased expression.

“Well done my Prince.” The knight said, breathing heavily and dropping his flail to the dirt floor. “You’ll be winning tourneys in no time.” You gave Cregan a quick glance, knowing that he was fighting in the upcoming tourney himself.

Your brother looked at the Prince, no doubt storing away what he perceived his weaknesses in battle to be for later. Your father had always told him it was better to use your enemy’s weaknesses against them instead of playing into their strengths.

“I don’t give a shit about tourneys.” Prince Aemond responded coolly and you found yourself scoffing quietly. If he did not intend to fight for sport then what exactly had he been training for?

“Nephews…” His one eye flicked over to your group as he continued. “Have you come to train?”

The two Velaryons looked at each other again but remained in a shocked silence.

You felt Prince Aemond’s eye on you and your brother as he waited for a response that seemed like it would never come as a nearby guard yelled for the gates to open.

The courtyard fell deathly silent as Vaemond Velaryon entered the Keep, flanked by guards and Velaryon banners.

Prince Aemond huffed out a laugh at the younger Velaryon’s discomfort before bowing his head to you. “You must be the Starks.”

“We are, my prince.” Cregan spoke for you, “This is my sister, the lady Y/n Stark.”

“Ah.” The young man said, reaching his hand for yours, which you gave to him politely, before placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles. You gave him a polite smile which he returned to you. “I see the tales of the Beauty of the North were not exaggerated.”

“Thank you, my prince.” You didn’t know what else to say under his critical eye. “We are honored to attend your father’s name day celebration.”

“Yes I suppose that will be entertaining, although I find myself more excited for a different occasion.” He gave another smirk at Vaemond’s back as the older man walked away.

Although living in the North you and your brother were not uninformed. And although everyone knew that the Velaryon boys were bastards, you knew that if any spoke on it a worse fate would be in store for the unlucky orator. One that would most definitely meet Vaemond Velaryon if he pressed any further. You; however, did not want to get mixed into the Keep’s dramatics.

“I am personally eager to attend the tourney.” You changed the subject, and looked at the two Velaryons whispering softly together. Though they may be bastards, they were honorable men by all accounts that you had heard. “Will you be competing, my prince?”

When you looked back at Aemond his face wore an annoyed expression as he glared at the two princes. “Perhaps I will.” He muttered softly. Releasing your hand that you had not realized he still held. “I hope we meet again soon, Lady Stark.” He nodded to you politely before returning the courtesy to Cregan and walking over to the knight he fought with earlier.

“As entertaining as this has been, my sister and I must prepare for the petition on the morrow.” Cregan spoke, looping your arm in his.

“Of course.” Prince Jacaerys gave the two of you a smile. “Your steward will show you the rest of the way. I fear we may not be good company for the time being.”

Cregan gave a curt nod to the Prince before the steward reappeared at your side. “We thank you for your hospitality, my princes.”

“It is our pleasure.” Jacaerys spoke as he repeated the earlier kiss to your knuckles his uncle had done. “May we meet again soon.”

You blushed at the touch of his lips on your hand, not noticing the Targaryen scowling at your interaction with his nephew. Your brother, who had spotted the look, thanked the two again before leading you away.

“I don’t like this.” He said under his breath as the two of you entered the Red Keep.

“Prince Jacaerys seems like a good man.” You responded quietly. “He is very handsome.” You felt butterflies think in your stomach as you thought back to the Prince.

“That he is.” Cregan muttered. “But he has many enemies, sister. The Targaryens are on the brink of a civil war and I would not have you getting in the middle of it. Even now we are already attracting unwanted attention from them.”

He sighed heavily as the steward stopped in front of two doors and explained that this was where you were staying before leaving with a quick bow.

“Do you truly think that a war will happen? The King has made his wishes on his succession very clear, to go against it would be treason.”

“Lord Corlys made his wishes for succession clear, and yet here we stand.” Cregan sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. At times like this he did not look like the twenty and one years he was but much older and worn.

You nodded slowly, understanding his words but not wishing for the inevitable to happen soon. “I will stay away from Prince Jacaerys.”

“Prince Aemond too.” Your eyebrow shot up at the Targaryen’s name. “I do not like the way he was looking at you, sister. Avoid them all. We will do our duty, do what is right, but that does not mean we must thrust ourselves into the middle of this.” Cregan held your shoulder and looked at you with concern written in his face. “I cannot lose another family member.”

“You will not.” You gripped his hand tightly. “I will find a husband. And with your guidance he shall be a good and kind man but you will never lose me, brother.” You knew you could not promise him you would survive childbirth or the war that was inevitable but this small mercy you could do. No matter how much the thought of Prince Jacaerys made you smile.

To think that you even had a chance with a Prince was a foolhardy idea anyways. Or at least that is what you told yourself as you prepared for dinner.

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Red Eyes (Angst)

All Foot!Turtles x reader

A/N: Really wanted to add the Foot Turtles onto my masterlist, so I quickly wrote this for ya’ll🖤

Warnings: Assault? (Not AS)

As you walked down the street, you kept looking at your phone with your brows frowning. He was supposed to have texted you by now. It had been several hours, but he still hadn't texted you like he usually would. Whenever your turtle boyfriend and his brothers returned from their trip into hyperspace, in the search for their father, he would usually text you, letting you know that he was back, safe and in a full piece. But so far, he hasn't texted you. It was getting late, and even as you were returning home from your closing shift, you still haven’t heard a word from him.

You couldn’t help but get worried, fearing that something might have happened in hyperspace. But not being one wanting to jump to conclusions, you texted him, asking if he was okay, before making your way from your workplace to the subway. But when he still hasn't texted you as you reached your station, you could not stop from texting April. Maybe she knew something?

As you walked from the station and down the nearest street, making a shortcut to your come, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out, hoping to see the name of your boyfriend illuminate your screen. But instead it was April, with a text you did not expect to see from her.

Where are you?

You stopped in your tracks, looking at your phone in confusion. Your fingers tapping away on the keyboard as you answered her.

On my way home. Why?

You clicked send, hoping to get an answer from April as soon as possible. But before that could happen, you heard a loud cumpotion not far from you, resulting in a guy behind thrown across the street. You yelped as he landed in front of you, looking down at him as he groaned out in pain on the ground. You froze at the sight. It was a Purple Dragon.

You looked up in the direction he came from, finding a figure standing not far away with their back to you. Even though they were dressed in black, you recognized the familiar outline, bringing you some comfort, your shoulders coming down from their tense position, letting out a sigh of relief.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you”, you said, practically stepping over the Purple Dragon as if he wasn't there. “I was so worried that something had happened to you”, you continued, not noticing how he hadn’t even turned to face you yet, even with you just a few feet away. “But really babe, don’t scare me like that. I even texted April…” You halted when you finally noticed that your boyfriend still hadn't turned. The tails of his black bandana flowing in the middle wind… hold on… black bandana?

“Babe, why are you wearing black?”, you asked. But you were met with silence. “Babe”, you said a little more sternly, reaching out to touch him on the shoulder. But then, with a sudden movement he turned and grabbed your hand, before you would reach him. You gasped out loud when he looked at you, the red eyes of his black mask staring you down. The red Foot marks standing out on his shoulders, as if they were turning on like a light.

There was no expression in his face, no recognition. He just stared at you, not a word spoken. But he did tighten his grip around your wrist, lifting your arm up as he pulled you closer. It was not an affectionate action, but a threatening one. He was threatening you. Moving slow before the attack. The calm before the storm. You started moving against his grip, looking for a way out. Whoever this was, that was not the boyfriend that you loved so dearly. Whatever had happened to him, it was not the man standing before you right now.

“(Y/N)!”, you heard a familiar voice call out behind you. You looked over your shoulder, hearing the sound of a motorcycle coming closer and closer by the second. It was Casey, with his hockey mask down over his face, driving towards you and your strange acting boyfriend.

With a twist of his hand, Casey sped up his motorcycle, heading directly towards the two of you. This caused the hand around your wrist to loosen, before the mutant turtle jumped out of the way, just in time before Casey’s motorcycle could hit him.

Quickly stopping by your side, Casey turned to you, moving his mask up over his head. “Jump on! Hurry! I will explain later!”

You did as Casey told you to, quickly jumping on the back of his motorcycle, before he quickly drove down the street, leaving the mutant standing behind, staring after the two of you, causing a sting in your heart. But those red eyes. Something was very, very wrong. Something bad had happened to your boyfriend, and you fully intended to figure out what as soon as possible.

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Se Zaldrīzoti' Prūmia - Chapter 2: A Mere Lady (Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader)

Chapter 2: A Mere Lady

Daemon has returned to King’s Landing. Yet it is not in his nature to sit idle.

Se Zaldrīzoti' Prūmia Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | 

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Warnings: That extreme slow burn once more lmao, Daemon being an idiot, Westerosi sexism, mention of violence, Daemon and Y/N bickering like children again

Word Count: 2.9k words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N Tyrell, although I did expand on their characterisation, which might deviate from canon. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out!

A/N: Thank you for all the support for the first chapter of Se Zaldrīzoti' Prūmia! It really warms my heart to see all your reblogs and likes 💗 this chapter is a bit of a filler one, but something big will happen next chapter (can you guess what it is? 👀) I hope you enjoy reading!

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The shadows darkened and the bustle of noise in the Red Keep slowly faded into a faint hum as night enveloped the castle. I had just finished drawing up and helping Aemma into a bath when a maid announced the presence of King Viserys. I hurriedly rose from where I was preparing the Queen’s nightclothes and curtsied. “Your Grace.” Viserys merely waved away my greeting, putting a hand on my shoulder. “At ease, Y/N. We are not in the presence of other courtiers, you need not refer to me by my title.” I smiled fondly at Viserys. “Well, if my king commands it. Are you here to see Aemma? She is in the midst of her nightly soak” Viserys’ brows furrowed, “Of course. How has she been? Are the baths of any help?”

“Aemma says it is effective to a degree, but the moment she steps out of the bath, the aches return.” Viserys hummed in acknowledgement; “Looks like our son is taking quite the toll on my beloved. He must be an active lad.” My smile widened at that: Viserys’ pride in his unborn son was clearly strong. But my smile dropped when I heard Viserys’ next words, “Have you had a chance to run into Daemon by any chance, Y/N?” I chewed hard on my lip at his question, making Viserys raise his eyebrows and laugh at my obvious distaste for his younger brother. “I will take that as a yes. Are the both of you still having trouble getting along?”

“We get along about as well as fire and oil, I’m afraid.” Viserys let out a huge belly laugh at that, “And who is the oil in this situation, you or Daemon?” “Daemon,” I answered without hesitation. “Seven hells, I have no doubt his love for provoking me is fueled by the gods themselves.” Viserys looked amused, “Well, as your king, I am pleased to inform you that I have listened to your petitions and assigned him back to his old post at the City’s Watch. Mayhaps he will cease annoying you with this new responsibility.”

“I thank you for your graciousness, Your Grace,” I curtsied slightly. “Your justice is indeed swift and efficient.” “Well, a king must care for his subjects above all else. And you are like a sister to me.” Viserys patted me on the shoulder, “I must go and check on my beloved now. A King must not keep his Queen waiting after all.” I nodded and turned back to my duties as he ambled away.

The morning sun lazily clambered up the sky, causing the Red Keep to begin to bustle about with noise once more. A servant helped me lace up my new Tyrell green gown, with small gold rocaille prints dotting the bodice and gold roses stitched throughout. Autumn had fallen upon King’s Landing, and the air was beginning to fill with a biting chill, hence my father had ordered the dressmakers to design the dress with fitted long sleeves. I was a little uncomfortable, since I was unused to dresses with fitted sleeves, but it did make it easier for me to tend to Aemma.

I cast a glance at the fireplace. The flames had long died out, but in the midst of the charred black wood, I could see the remnants of parchment. The new dress from Father had not arrived without condition. I had not bothered to read the letter - knowing it would be full of eligible lord names and pleading from my father to just pick one and put him out of his misery - instead chucking it into the fire without a second thought.

“My lady?” Blinking, I looked up at the servant girl. “I am finished with your hair. Are you in need of anything else?” I studied my reflection in the vanity, patting a stray strand of hair down gently. “No, everything is fine. You’ve done a wonderful job. Thank you, Rebecca.” She smiled and curtsied before scurrying off. I put on my favourite pair of gold earrings, checking my reflection one last time before striding out of my chambers.

Aemma was never an early riser, and pregnancy fatigue had only served to prolong her hours spent in bed, hence I always took this opportunity to wander around the Red Keep while undertaking any errands assigned to me at the same time. After making an errand run to the washerwomen to pick up Aemma’s clothes, I bustled over to the Grand Maester’s quarters to request for the Queen’s medicinal teas. I also paid a visit to the seamstress to get a few garments of Aemma’s altered, as she had complained about them being too tight around her bump.

With my list of tasks fulfilled, I breathed out a sigh of relief. Aemma had yet to rise, hence I was wandering aimlessly around the hallways. It was then that I heard a few lads whispering as they passed me. “Did you hear about Prince Daemon’s latest exploits?” “Aye, I heard the smallfolk’s cries all the way from Flea Bottom in my quarters last night. The king has summoned him to the Small Council meeting this morning to demand answers, I’ve heard.” “The prince truly cannot go a day without causing trouble…”

Curiosity piqued, I listened thoughtfully to their conversation until their voices faded away. Daemon? Causing trouble? There was nothing novel of the matter. Yet, the lads had whispered about hearing the cries of the smallfolk. And from what I heard, it did not seem like the cries that Daemon was fond of eliciting.

My nosiness getting the better of me, I turned on my heel, my green skirts swishing behind me. Arriving at the base of the White Knights Tower, I slipped inside a room before anyone could notice and question my presence. The room in question was a secondary armoury, but it was rarely used as the weapons stored here were either blunted after years of use or outright broken. I pushed aside a false pillar made of highly porous stone, revealing a narrow gap which I squeezed through with ease.

Pulling back the pillar to cover the gap once more, my eyes trailed around the expanse of the space as I found myself in a familiar winding hallway. Sunlight poured in through numerous crumbling holes in the ceiling, and the air was filled with a dank smell. Sneezing slightly, I gathered my skirts and quickly made my way through the familiar maze of passageways. I nearly forgot to take a left, almost ending up in the secret halls in the Tower of the Hand, but I retraced my paths and breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the Hand’s disdainful voice. Here, the passageways were much more spacious and bright, being situated on the upper floors of Maegor’s Holdfast.

Peeking through one of the spaces in the walls, I caught sight of the Small Council seated around the table. Daemon was sitting near the head of the table still clad in his armour, his face streaked with dirt. Unfortunately, his back was turned to me, so I couldn’t glimpse his expression. However, I noticed most of the lords were looking noticeably on edge, especially the Hand. Otto’s face was even more unpleasant than usual, and that was saying something.

By the Gods, what had Daemon done now?

“You might not know this unless you left the safety of the Red Keep, but much of the city is seen by the smallfolk as lawless, and terrifying.” Daemon’s smooth voice echoed throughout the room. Otto’s face turned as sour as spoiled milk. I had to restrain a snort, he was not incorrect, the residents of the Red Keep, particularly those of noble blood, were very far removed from the lives of the smallfolk. I had once ridden with Rhaenyra and Alicent to the Dragonpit, passing by the streets of Flea Bottom, and safe to say, I was very glad for my life of luxury in the Red Keep, although I did feel sorry for them.

“...I just hope you don’t have to maim half of my city to achieve this.” “Time will tell,” came Daemon’s response. Even with my view of his facial expressions obstructed, I could nearly picture the smirk on his face, clear as day. I rolled my eyes. It seems that Daemon’s first night returning to his duties as commander of the City Watch had been bloody, to say the least.

“If only the prince would show the same devotion to his lady wife as he does to his work, your Grace.” I snapped to attention once more, eyes keenly observing the proceedings through the space. Gods be good, the Hand cannot give it a rest, can he? I suppose he could not: his distaste for Daemon clouded him from better judgement. But he should know better, I bit my lip to restrain the laugh I know would follow. Daemon always knew how to find someone’s sore spots, and Otto Hightower was as prickly as those strange Dornish desert dwelling plants.

“I’d gladly give Lady Rhea to you, Lord Hightower, if you are in want of a woman to warm your bed,” Otto’s face lost its previous smugness as his eyes grew wide in anger and he stiffened at Daemon’s remarks. “Your own lady wife passed recently-” There was a scraping of a chair on the floor as the Hand towered over the table. I recognised the expression on his face, it was one I had worn many times in my life.

The visceral urge to punch Daemon Targaryen in the face.

I clapped my hand over my mouth, trying to fight the battle to keep my laughter at bay

“Did she not?” I lost the battle as a small wheeze erupted from my covered mouth. My eyes widening, I watched as the men at the Small Council table stiffen, particularly Daemon - his stance suddenly became more pronounced and alert. I know it would be hard to discover me unless the men had knowledge of the secret passages, yet I felt my heart thundering in my chest.

But the gods were good, and the men soon dismissed the sound as Viserys attempted to soothe Otto’s anger. Finally, after Viserys admonished Daemon for his actions- albeit not as fiercely as the Hand would have hoped for, judging by how his sharp glare had not subsided in the least after the king’s judgement - Daemon got up to leave, the doors shutting behind him with a definitive thunk. I dusted off my skirts and readied myself to leave as well. The excitement was over, and I had gotten the information I wanted to know anyway. Walking through the hallways again, I debated on which path I should take to ensure my exit would not be noticed by anyone. The nearest exit I knew was immediately out of the question, and I could not sneak out through the exits in any of the royal apartments, because there was an ever-present risk of being discovered by a nosy servant. Sighing, I continued walking, lost in thought, until a figure pushed me against a wall.

I opened my mouth to scream but a hand that smelt of sweat and something coppery covered my mouth, putting a finger to his lips. My eyes narrowed as he released his hand from my mouth. “What in the Seven Hells do you think you’re doing?” I spouted out angrily as those godsforsaken pair of lilac eyes stared down at me with amusement. “I think I should be asking you that, byka zaldrīzes,” Daemon raised an eyebrow.

“I asked first. How did you even know I was here?” I grumbled, dusting off my dress. The pounding in my chest was so loud I was certain the whole of the Red Keep could hear how much of a terrified wreck I was.

Instead of answering, Daemon reached his hand out to brush at my hair, as I observed him with wary eyes. Then, he flicked my forehead. “Ow! What was that for?” He smirked, “I see you took the armoury entrance, judging from the grime on your face and in your hair.” “And? It was one of the only ways I could get into the passageways without being seen.”

The prince hummed infuriatingly under his breath. “Has anyone ever told you how fond you are of making your life more difficult, byka zaldrīzes?” “Well forgive me, your Grace, but I do not wish to be caught in your apartments trying to sneak into a secret passage. The Red Keep is akin to a vicious beast when it comes to gossip.” The prince let out a triumphant “ha!” as I looked quizzically at him. Had he finally lost his mind?

“Formalities again,” he said, delighted, “I was hoping that yesterday’s episode in the throne room was not the last I would hear of you addressing me formally.” I sighed and rolled my eyes. “My question remains unanswered. How did you know I was in here?” The prince snorted. “I think every one of those lickspittles in the small council heard your laugh. I was the only one to recognise it however.”

I huffed. “Well thank the gods it was just you. Had it been the Hand-”

“That cunt is too busy licking my brother’s boots to seek you out, byka zaldrīzes,” Daemon teased, beginning to walk away. Rolling my eyes once again, I followed closely after. “I’m surprised you still remember the entrances. I was of the impression you would get lost if you ever came here again..” “From how many times you dragged me through these hallways to go catch a peak of King Jaehaerys and Prince Baelon in council sessions, it would take me a century to forget these halls.” I japed, as we rounded a corner that took us straight into an old closet in Daemon’s chambers. As we stumbled out, he settled down on his bed with a sigh of relief, and began to remove his armour. I crossed my arms as I leaned against the window, “There is still a lady here, your Grace.” “I don’t see any ladies, only a nosy bird.” “Hilarious.”

I averted my eyes as Daemon began to remove the gold cloak slung behind his shoulders. “I heard you crippled half the smallfolk.” “An exaggeration,” Daemon waved his hand dismissively. “And if so, they were criminals. Looters. Rapers. Petty thieves.” “And yet, you killed numerous innocents in your path to slaughter those criminals.” I said quietly.

Daemon was silent for a while, and I thought he had left to take a bath. But I was startled yet again when I felt a finger softly tilting my chin upward. Lilac eyes swirling with mild annoyance and mirth met my pensive (Y/E/C) ones. “Spare me the reprimand, Y/N. My brother and Lord Cunttower have already said more than enough.” He handed me a wet cloth, and I sighed before brushing it across his face, getting rid of the grime. Our dynamic has not changed since childhood, I mused internally. I walked away to dump the grime covered cloth in a basket for the servants to collect later.

“Do you not agree with my actions?” He motioned me to sit next to him on his bed. Wordlessly, I sat. Our eyes met, his searching mine for my reaction. “The violence was unwarranted,” I began delicately, watching Daemon’s eyes narrow. “However, I’d like to think the ends justify the means. I share Lord Corlys’ view on this matter.”

Daemon leaned back on his bedpost with a smile. “As I thought, you were more sensible than you looked.” His voice rose in volume as he ran a hand through his white blonde locks in frustration. “Pray tell, I just do not understand why my brother only sees the bad, and not the good. Even a mere lady like you could understand. Has that cunt of a Hand pulled the wool over my brother’s eyes so far that he is blind to the welfare of his city?”

Not receiving a response, he looked over at the Lady Tyrell. She sat there, eyes fixed to the ground, her mouth set in a thin line, her hands clasped in her lap. “Y/N?” “And begging your pardon, what exactly does ‘being a mere lady’ supposed to entail?”

Daemon had a slight hunch he might have made a mistake. “I was not implying anyth-” “Really?” Y/N interrupted sharply. “Or did you just consider my wits inferior to yours simply because I am a woman?”    

She stood abruptly, curtsying as she did. “Forgive me, my prince, I have other matters to attend to. If you have had enough of this mere lady’s presence, I shall be off lest a servant discovers us and sets tongues wagging.” She walked briskly out of the room, before Daemon could even formulate a response. Daemon stared at her retreating figure, and he groaned in frustration as he removed the last of his armour. His words had come out unintentionally, and he had not intended to insult her. Why was she so offended by them?

He huffed as soon as he had the thought. Why was it of any concern? He cared not for what that annoying brat thought of him. Sighing, he got up to ready himself for another visit to Flea’s Bottom. He had not seen Mysaria for a time.

translation: byka zaldrīzes: little dragon 

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[aemondapologistfrfr]

Dethrone - Chapter 4

Warnings: swearing and I think that’s it Authors Note: I’m too soft for this literal war criminal and want to braid his beautiful hair, ig this is like a filler but it’s cute and is one of my favs so far and contains more info and convos Word Count: 2.6k

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I’m ecstatic Aemond is taking me to see Vhagar. It shocks me that he’s able to command the skies with her. She’s the last living piece of Old Valyria. I’ve heard stories of Vhagar and I’m excited to see if she is as glorious as they say.

“So where does she stay?” I ask curiously still following him.

“Near the dragon pits by the others. Theres a cave mouth on the side that she’s able to fit in.” he informs me.

“I always wondered if she would be able to fit in the pits. I would assume they could’ve made it her size since she’s been here since they were made.” I say trailing off.

“How do you know if she’s big?” he asks slowing his pace as we approach the pits.

“The only freedom I had in my life was the freedom to read and learn. I probably know Vhagar better than you.” I say with a sly smile.

“Then by all means, lead me to her.” Aemond says waving me to go in front of him.

“Of course, follow me. I don’t want you to get lost.” I laugh out as he gently pushes me forward.

“Putting your hands on a Princess is a serious crime.” I joke grasping my chest.

“And what is my punishment for such actions?” he says with a smirk getting closer.

“Usually death.” I say casually shrugging.

“Go on then.” he jests handing me his dagger.

At first I’m in awe of the beauty of the dagger and sit to admire it for a second. Then I realize he really handed me his dagger. Does he really trust me enough to hand me a weapon? Then again, he probably doesn’t know the extent of my training, or the fact that I’ve had any. I look back to him and he’s smiling and watching me.

“I thought so.” he hums and grabs his dagger back.

“Shut up and show me Vhagar before I take your dagger back.” I huff rolling my eyes.

“This way Princess.” he laughs and leads the way.

As we walk through the winding tunnels I can hear various dragons. The air gets more damp and warm the further we journey in. I end up falling behind from being distracted by my new surroundings. When I look ahead Aemond is no longer in sight. I know he’s close by so I’m not too worried.

“You need to be more aware of your surroundings.” Aemond whispers in my ear causing me to yelp and I turn around to glare at him.

“You need to be a better guide.” I grumble and push him back.

“Putting your hands on a Prince is a serious crime.” he smirks copying my words from earlier.

“Fuck you Aemond.” I roll my eyes.

“You shouldn’t let such words come out of your pretty mouth.” he tsks once again leading me down the hall.

We finally reach Vhagar and I’m speechless. She’s so much grander than described in the books. She’s massive and you can see the years written all over her body. I slowly walk up to her holding my hands out. I turn back to Aemond and he just nods his head encouraging me.

“Hello Vhagar.” I say softly greeting her. I slowly walk up to her and place a hand on the side of her neck. “Calm Vhagar.” I whisper as I place my other hand on her as she slowly starts to stir. I turn to Aemond and smile.

“Amazing.” he whispers looking at me in awe.

“Will you take me for a ride?” I turn to him smiling.

“Anything you want.” he says walking over.

Aemond leads me over to her ropes and helps me start my ascent. She’s massive and I won’t lie and say I’m not scared. It takes one misstep and I’m falling. Once I reach the top and get settled he takes his place behind of me. I try my best to avoid looking down at how far we truly are up.

“Have you ridden a dragon before?” he asks grabbing the reins.

“I have my own.” I say wiping my hands on my dresses trying to calm my nerves.

“Then why are you nervous? I can practically feel it radiating off of you.” he says softly readjusting.

“She’s just so big. It amazes me how you can fly and command her.” I say turning my head back towards him.

“Do you trust me?” he asks smirking.

That’s a loaded question. Somehow I do trust him. He’s been so open and kind. Since we’ve arrived at Kings Landing he has been the only person to show interest in me. My dreams have also lead me to this moment with him. How could I not trust him when I see us working perfectly together in the future.

“I do.” I say nodding my head.

“Good.” he says tightening his grip on the reins and leaning into me. “Fly Vhagar.” he commands.

Vhagar twists her way out of the large cave mouth and soon we’re practically flying straight up. I quickly wrap my hands around his in a death grip. Tears are forming in my eyes from the harsh wind. Once we even out I loosen my grip and relax back into his chest.

“Not so bad, right?” he asks leaning into my ear causing a shiver to snake down my spine.

“Just a little scary.” I respond squeezing his hands.

“If you wanted to hold my hands, all you had to do was ask.” he says chuckling.

“Aemond.” I scold turning my head back to him.

“Shh, just hold on to my hands.” he instructs lifting his hands off the reins as my hands grip his tighter. “Keep trusting me.”

He slowly lifts our hands up to our sides like wings. He moves his hands so we can interlock our fingers. I close my eyes and lean back into him. I’ve never felt this free in my life. We stay like that for a bit and then he slowly brings our hands back down to the reins. We fly in silence just taking in the warm wind and the freedom dragons offer us.

“Would you like to stop at a beach?” he whispers in my ear.

I nod in response and feel him begin our descent. The wind whips my hair violently and I’m scared that I’m blinding Aemond. It seems as if we’re flying straight down as my hands grip his tightly. He commands her to even out and slowly glide down to the beach. We finally land on solid ground again and I let out a large breath. It’s not that I don’t trust Aemond to fly and land us safely, it’s just the sheer size of Vhagar and riding her that intimidates me.

As Vhagar finally settles into the sand I’m blown away by the beach. The pale sand is a perfect contrast to the dark blue water. Further back from the shore there are trees tangling and growing together with all kinds of greenery. Wildflowers litter the ground around the trees freely.

“You can let go of my hands.” I hear the smirk in his voice. “For now.”

I groan at his arrogance and rip my hands away from his dramatically. Aemond lets out a low chuckle and begins getting off first and tells me to follow. I finally get on the ground and start to laugh when I see how messed up his hair is from flight.

“Care to tell me what’s so funny?” he asks looking down at me with a squinted eye.

“You’re hair is ruined.” I say in between giggles.

“And you think yours isn’t?” he smiles raising his eyebrow.

“Can I braid your hair?” I ask grinning tilting my head.

“If I can braid yours after.” Aemond bargains.

“Deal.” I agree.

We walk over to sit in the grass by the trees. There’s a light breeze surrounding us with the smell of the sea. The sounds of the waves crashing and the life around us fills our ears.

“Sit down in front of me.” I say patting the ground in front of me. He huffs out and sits down quietly.

“Can I take this off.” I ask trailing my fingers along the strap of his eyepatch.

“You may.” he responds.

I slowly remove his eyepatch and set it safely in my lap. I so badly want to ask him to turn around just so I can see his beauty again. I don’t want to push it too far so I refrain and focus on his hair.

“So how do you want me to do your hair?” I ask taking out the hair tie that was barely doing anything anymore.

“Whatever pleases you.” he hums.

I comb my fingers through his hair in attempt to detangle it. I’ve decided to do a couple little braids that meet in the back to make a new ponytail. I slowly start sectioning his hair trying not to think about him relaxing and leaning back into my hands.

“So what was it like growing up in Runestone?” he asks breaking the silence.

“Lonely.” I say honestly. “Once I showed interest in something it was taken away from me. I wasn’t allowed to see my dragon. Seldom allowed to leave my chambers. The only thing that they could use to get me out of bed was offering me training with different masters. Wielding a weapon brings me a lot of comfort and peace because it offers me control.” I ramble on hoping I’m not boring him.

“So you could’ve killed me with that dagger. Why’d you hesitate?” I hear the slight smirk in his voice.

“You’re more useful to me alive.” I joke starting another braid.

“Mm, how’s that?” he asks chuckling.

“If I tell you a secret will you keep it?” I lean in and whisper in his ear.

“Of course, now I’m intrigued.” he hums as I finish the next braid.

“I’m a dragon dreamer.” I whisper.

“Are you actually?” he inhales sharply in surprise.

The surprise in his voice settles me knowing my ability isn’t public knowledge. I finish up his last braid and tie them together. I pick some wildflowers around me and place them in my lap. I grab small white and lilac flowers making sure they’re free of thrones. I gently push them into strands of his braids and smile when I’m done.

“I am.” I whisper. “This is going to sound crazy-“ he cuts me off.

“You’re not crazy. My sister is also a dreamer.” he reassures me with a soft voice.

It makes me feel more at ease that he knows another dreamer. I feel a little weird about telling him about my reoccurring dream. What if he doesn’t even like me? Maybe I should come up with something else so I don’t scare him away on the first day we meet. At the same time I feel like he wouldn’t react poorly. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle his rejection after years of searching for him.

“Can you turn around? I want to add some finishing touches.” I breathe out trying to change the subject.

“So what is it?” he turns around and is now facing me. He’s looking at me so intensely I feel like I could combust. I see him smile when I start to pick up the remaining flowers. I lightly place the flowers near his hair line like a crown. Once I’m done I sit back and admire my work.

“You’re staring.” he smiles bringing me back to reality.

“You’re just so pretty, Aemond.” I whisper.

“That’s the second time you’ve called me pretty.” he notes. “And the second time you’ve avoided telling me what’s on your mind.”

“Would you prefer me to call you something else?” I tilt my head.

“I’d prefer you to tell me your dream, you’ve piqued my interest.” he hums. “It’s my turn to do your hair.” he helps turn me around.

He carefully undoes my braids and shakes my hair a bit to bring life back to my curls. I can feel him start to braid my hair and I’m honestly surprised he knows how. His movements are so delicate I feel like Kaenna is doing my hair. I know I have to tell him something and soon or he’ll just keep asking. I don’t want to lie so I’m just going to tell him my dream and hope for the best.

“I’ve had a single constant throughout my life and it is one particular dream. It never changes, only becomes clearer.” I say nervously playing with my nails.

“Go on,” he urges me as he continues to braid my hair.

“I’m at my wedding, on Dragonstone. My hands are bleeding and bound to a man with blinding white hair that flows down his back.” I whisper as I feel my cheeks heating up. “I know every detail of this man besides what his face looks like.” I explain trying to keep my voice steady.

“The dream blurs the cuts to another ceremony with me and this man. A coronation. For us.” I switch to High Valyrian.

“Oh, you intend to marry Aegon.” Aemond clears his throat. “Turn around for me. I have to place your flowers.” he says flatly.

“No you misunderstand. It’s you. It’s us. I’ve been searching for you for years. For my entire life.” I whisper and he stops placing the flowers instantly.

“And how could that be? I’m a second son and you’re a daughter.” he squints his eye skeptically.

“We’ll figure it out. We can do it. I’ve seen it.” I say suddenly nervous that he doesn’t want this and I’m starting to sound like a crazed usurper.

“And you want to rule at my side?” he asks plucking apart a flower somewhat nervous and avoiding my eye contact.

“Yes my King.” I breathe out nodding my head quickly.

His eye snaps to mine and studies me. I watch him as he delicately starts to place the flowers again. He’s biting his lip in concentration and I can’t help but to just take him in. I’m scared of this silence but I know it’s a lot to take in, especially from someone he just met. Gods I should’ve held my tongue. My mind is racing through the different scenarios that could come along with me telling Aemond so hastily.

“All done. You look beautiful.” he smiles to me warmly. “My Queen.” he whispers making my eyes shoot to his.

“Do you mean it?” I ask searching his face nervously. “Or will my head be on a spike by sundown?” I half joke.

“You are safe. No harm will come to you. I promise you this.” Aemond says brushing my cheek with his thumb.

“I know it probably sounds weird but I’m just happy and relieved to finally have found you.” I say closing my eyes and leaning into his hand.

“Your gift is not weird. I wish your father never hid you away. You deserve to be out in the world.” Aemond whispers sincerely.

“I hope to see it all someday.” I reply wistfully looking off at the sea.

“We have time to make that happen. Together.” he says as he gets up and offers me his hand. “For now we should head back to Kings Landing.” he says as I accept his hand and rise.

We walk back to Vhagar and make our way up her ladder. I feel more confident this time riding Vhagar and now I can truly enjoy it. I feel completely safe with Aemond behind of me as he guides this giant piece of history. I know we have a long and dangerous journey ahead of us but I’m confident that we will prevail.

[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine you go camping with Ewan Mitchell…

Warnings: explicit smut, friends to lovers, fluffy ending.

Recommendations: “Video Games” & “Ride” by Lana del Rey because of my Scorpio moon.

***

You have been his friend since you could remember. You two share a strong, timeless bond. Where he went, you’d follow. This hasn’t changed when he ascended as a celebrity star after starring as Aemond Targaryen on his latest work.

In fact, Ewan has been missing his long time best friend, his dear Y/Nickname. And because he’s been working too hard, he knows he needs a break. More importantly: he wants to have a break with you.

Coincidently, you are on vacations too when he reaches for you. Unlike him, you chose a more discreet job, one of the kind there is no glamour whatsoever. Teaching humanities is tiresome, exhausting, and not really well paid—but knowledge is a big passion of yours, so here you are in spite of yourself.

“Hey, Y/Nickname”, he calls you midday just after you left school, when you finally have a break from self entitled teenager students. “What’s up?”

You smile instinctively when hearing his low, husky voice. You pretend not to notice how your heart skips a beat.

“Hey, you! I can’t believe you are calling me after all this time!”, you laugh joyfully, hardly considering that Ewan is smiling on the line, enjoying the sound of your voice, missing the thunderous laughter of yours.

“What an unjust comparison, Y/Nickname. We’ve just spoken the other day after I came back from touring for “House Of The Dragon”.”, says he, chuckling low. “I happen to remember that you are on vacations, right?”

He could picture you making a grimace at his wording, something you just did.

“Well you can easily disappear, so one never knows”, you shrug your shoulders off. “Indeed I am. Why?”

“I’m considering kidnapping you this weekend”, he beams. “I do recollect being told of your fondness for countrysides. We should head to Bath, perhaps? There’s a region we could go camping, staying close to the nature.”

Your face lightens up at the suggestion.

“That is lovely of you! Who else do you plan to invite?”

“Uh… Well, I considered only the two of us since we always did this kind of stuff together”, Ewan speaks awkwardly, not realizing what he’d done. Not that he minds it, but he fears you might not correspond it.

You notice his awkwardness, displeased for being the cause of it. You don’t seem to perceive how eager you are in mending the situation.

“Of course! I just… Well. You were never really patient when it came to my slowness in climbing”, you make a joke in hopes to ease him, which works.

His laughters make your heart race, and you are at peace for fixing the situation. Neither of you are adolescents, prompted to foolishness, but there are moments where it feels like when you two were young and easily disconcerted by anything that could ruin the balance of the harmony.

"I promise I'm a better human being than last time", he chuckles, following the reference of when you both were 18 and went out for camping with a group of friends; there was a moment when you and him nearly got in a fight because he was too impatient and you were too slow.

"On that I agree otherwise we wouldn't be here", you joke back. "So when do you plan to go?"

"Tonight. I intend to drive all way, so the sooner the better."

You gasp in surprise. Not usually the one to act out of the blue, you are indeed caught off guard by Ewan’s typical unpredictability.

“What?”, you hear his chuckles. “You know I am not a very patient man. I’ll pick you up by 12 o’clock.”

There is no arguing, as usual doesn’t. He is your Achilles heal, you always knew that. So you turn off your phone and head back home for your first day off school.

***

When he stops by your household, he’s dressing casually with his usual smirk and sunglasses.

“Ready, sunshine?” He calls out after you.

You manage to bring only the sufficient for a week—three days camping and the next four in Ewan’s country house—so all you do is toss your backpack inside the car, before taking a seat next to him.

“I suppose I am, darling”, you flash him a smile. “How’s the celebrity chasing so far?”

Ewan rolls his eyes before starting to drive away.

“I detest what comes with being an actor, you know it. And honestly to God, what’s so interesting about me that makes people so eager to the point of trying to know who am I dating with…”

“And are you?”

Ewan looks at you, partially baffled, partially amused.

“What?”

“Are you in a relationship, Ewan?”, you try to use your poker face with him as you ask such a question, but it only brings you both to laughters.

“If I were, you’d be the first to know”, says he with a smile.

“I have my questions about that”, you respond with a tease.

“Come on, now. When have I ever kept you in the dark? You are always the first to know!”

And just like that your heart races. Dangerously fast. The moment you realize is…too late.

***

Ewan doesn’t realize he’s been watching you until you playfully scoff at him for his staring. Somehow your amused remark makes him blush and look away, making him say something silly in return.

Trying not to give attention to these incoherent thoughts, Ewan decides to focus on something else.

“You know what we should do?”, he hears you saying.

“Hm?”

“Swimming around a nearby lake. I bet there is one here if we look well”, you tell him.

“Sure, then. Why not?”

And he smiles when you smile for no reason at all. Quietly, you two go into the woods, looking for a spot where some lake can be found. It doesn’t really take this long—thanks to Ewan’s knowledge of the place and previous use of gps.

However, there is a subtle change in the dynamics of your friendship when both of you remove your clothes to jump in.

“Thankfully I came prepared, already dressed in swim suits”, you are saying before jumping in the cold water.

Ewan chuckles lightly, wearing only his shorts before following you. Once you come after surface, he swims right to you.

“It’s been a while”, he muses, “since we’ve had this time together.”

“It’s true”, you say, unsure why you feel nervous for his proximity, wishing somehow he gets closer to you.

Oh.

“So how’s school? I want to hear more of you, Y/N”,he swims around you. “Do you plan to run away from me?”

You feel like a prey about to fall into the hunter’s prey, but in such a good way. You smile warmly at him.

“My life is hardly as interesting as yours is”, you say. “I love what I do, but I’m glad I’m on vacations.”

“Aren’t we all? But don’t say that, you are interesting. You are human.” He stops swimming to stand before you.

Neither you realize that, in this brief silence, clouds are already dismissing any ray of light in the sky, little by little taking over the space—ready to bring some rain.

“But I’m not as glamorous as your work colleagues”, your insecurity takes the best of you.

His hands are now resting on your waist, slowly pulling you closer. You put yours over his shoulder, playing with his wet hair.

“Fuck them”, he smiles when seeing you smile at his words. “You’ve always been my favourite person in the world, Y/Nickname.”

Your heart races and you blush; but the moment you look away is when he gently makes you look back at him, is also when it starts to rain.

“There’s a reason I have always wanted you nearby”, he whispers as you are drawn closer. “But I was too scared to face the truth.”

Your eyes are wide open at his subtle confession. You gently cup his face with your hands, realizing what you sought to dismiss in this time. Both of you are surprised when you say those words first.

“I love you”.

“I love you too, Y/Nickname”, he smiles in relief before finally pressing his lips against yours in a most passionate kiss.

The rain drops in your skin are much more welcoming as you are tangled against Ewan’s back, peppering kisses around his neck as he swims with you around the lake. It’s a cozy, chilly weather, most appropriated for your taste.

When he pulls you at him again, you realize how late you noticed the deep tons of your love for him.

“You are staring”, Ewan accuses you playfully.

“I am”, you giggle. “I was merely thinking…”

“About?”

“You”.

“Oh.”

You throw your hands around his neck as if you fear to lose him, but his hands embrace you all the same.

“I took too long to notice I love you”, you whisper in his ear, resting your head in his shoulder.

He doesn’t meet your gaze, but you spot a week blush painting his cheeks.

“So did I”, he admits after a while. “I thought you would never return my sentiments.”

“How so?”, you ask, amused.

He casts you a side way glance.

“Because of that jerk you dated”, he snorts.

“Only because you wouldn’t give me enough attention”, you tease him.

Rolling his eyes, he pulls you to him again. Stroking your face gently, he smirks:

“Really now, Y/N?”

And without waiting for a response, Ewan’s lips collide against yours.

***

You are already dressed in a white shirt and black shorts. Today it’s warmer than the day before, even though you and Ewan burnt your marshmallows on fire.

Now you are lying on your sleeping bag, eyes on your now boyfriend. Believing you to be asleep—since you stopped bubbling—, he is removing his clothes, prompted to sleep.

Your eyes watch as he changes his clothes, taking a peek at his well build muscles. You feel so suddenly a discomfort in your feminine parts, rising to your chest and making your nipples go hard.

You haven’t been familiar with this sentiment for a very long time—you are not one for casual sex, so you learned to repress your horny thoughts. Such is your thinking when Ewan surprises you.

“So you have been watching, eh?”, he chuckles, sliding to your sleeping bag. “Looks like the two of us fits here just fine.”

You blush deeply at his remark.

“I…I may have been watching, yes.”

Ewan chuckles, slowly moving closer to you. His hand on your waist makes you unconsciously gasp. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Is my girl well?”

“Yes, she is”, you mumble awkwardly.

Aware of what might that be, he laughs quietly before cupping your face and kissing you slowly at first.

Your defenses are instantly melted. He is now over you, hands on your face before sliding to your waist. You gently spread your legs, giving him enough space so it’s comfortable for you two.

Your hands move to his shoulders up to his neck and hair, wrapping your fingers around his locks. But when he parts the kiss to slide his lips to your neck, you cannot help but to breath heavily.

“You haven’t been treated well”, Ewan muses softly, gently biting your neck as his hands go right under your shirt. “My darling, I’ve been waiting for this, when I can show you how well treated you should be.”

“Ewan”, you whimper against his lips, already wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Yes?”, he looks at you, hands upper to your shirt. “You think I’d not notice what were you wearing today? That I would not desire your full breasts?”

Your face reddens at his words. The same unbearable heat comes again, but this time Ewan is there to help ease things. He smirks down at you as he begins to stroke your nipples.

“I noticed so damn well, love”, he groans as you begin to react under his sweet touch. “I’ve always wanted you.”

You gasp again, lifting your arms as he removes your shirt. Zipping your sleeping bag, he makes sure it gets comfortable as his eager mouth drops to your breasts.

“Fuck, Ewan!”, you cry out.

“I will definitely do that, my sweet”, he smirks down at you, taking his time with you.

Not long after that, his impatient fingers find the way to your feminine core.

“Hmm, so damn wet for me, Y/N”, he whispers hotly against your ear. “Are you mine?”

He knows you like him bossy. Little surprise there is when you succumb so easily.

“Yes, Ewan. I am yours”, you moan sensually, arousing him further.

Finally mending the years of sexual tension, Ewan makes up for it. That night, as his body locks with yours, all has been worth it. And all has been consumed.

* * *

When you wake up the next day, you almost panic for not seeing him around. Quickly you put your clothes on, but there is no need to look for him as he walks inside with a basket with fishes.

“What? You’d really think I left you here? Who do you think I am?”, he snorts playfully as he bends to kiss your temple. “Got us some nice fish”.

You smile at him, warmly so as you follow him outside. Although it’s midday, fire is lighted and he prepares to cook fish as you take a seat.

“I have my insecurities.”

Ewan casts you a quickly glance.

“I should have known better, I’m sorry, love. I figured you’d sleep well after midday.”

“Riding you does require some energy”, you speak mischievously, pleased to make him blush.

“Hence why you slept better then?”

You two share a laughter, before you rest your forehead against his shoulder.

“Is this a dream?”

“No”. Ewan puts the fish aside to look at you. There is tenderness in his eyes when he says: “I’ll stay with you forever…if you allow me.”

You beam at him, clinging onto Ewan tighter.

“Yes, my dearest.”

He rests his forehead against yours. Never before there had been peace for you both. And just like he promised, he stayed in your life forever indeed.

[juppl]

𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝕭𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉

A Silver x F!Reader Tale (High Fantasy AU) |Prologue| |Part 1| |Part 2| |Part 3|

Chapter 2

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"Why... are we at the market? Wouldn't it be safer to be less public?" Silver inquired as he pulled his hood down a bit, just enough to place a shadow over his eyes. An elbow came flying into the side of his arm followed by a soft chuckle, "Relax! It's the docks, no one here stays long enough on land to know any of the news." Your hands went to dragging Silver aboard a docked ship that was beautifully decorated with red carpets and strung up lanterns. "Stop trying to hide so much, you'll draw more attention that way." You huffed while flicking his hood back down to his nape.

"(Y/n), my dear! How are you doing" A tall ginger haired woman greeted you warmly, quickly setting down a barrel to come properly talk. "You're so tall now, a big girl now, aren't ya? Too bad can't say the same for that hair of yours, didn't know you took your father's unfortunate hair loss." She laughed heartily as she slapped Silver's shoulder repeatedly, earning a small scoff from you in return. "I choose to keep it this short! I'm perfectly capable of growing long hair." "Sure you are dear, now enough joking around. If you came here for your father, he should be in his quarters." The older woman pointed out before slinging a heavy arm around your shoulders, quickly facing you two away. "But listen here dear..."

"If you're trying to introduce boys to him, try not to make them wanted criminals." You quickly shoved her off frantically causing her to break out into laughter again. "Does... Does he know?" She only smiled down at you before shaking her head. "Don't worry, he's slow in the head anyways. By the time he finds out you'll be long gone won't you?"

"Anyways, off with you two. Whatever your business is with my boss better be done now. Our schedule is pretty tight." She waved you both off being enough for you to run into the captain's quarters. "Papa!"

An old, large, and round man looked up from his desk, his eyes squinting through his glasses before setting them down. "Is that my beautiful princess?" His voice came out ecstatically, quickly rising from his seat to give you a tight hug. You were the one to break the hug, almost abruptly as you regained a more 'innocent' expression. "Papa, let's say I wanted a ship that's able to go to um, wherever I do want to go. Where would I get one?" Your father's smile dropped almost immediately, "Now why would you want to leave? The Queendom has all you ever need, a warm bed, good food and booze, music, and all the money you could ever want to spend." A laugh bellowed from your father who proceeded to hand you a small pouch of gold. "I know what you really want, some more allowance! You're mother wrote how much you've been eyeing those dresses at-"

"Papa please! I'm not four, it's not like I want to be a princess for a living. I want to travel and sail the world like you. When am I going to be old enough to do that?" You smiled sadly at your father while holding his hands in your own. He sighed, "The world is simply not ready for you-"

"But I am ready for it."

"There are great dangers out there"

"Oh yes, like flesh-eating dragons, and lying wicked mermaids?"

"Yes! Exactly that! You cannot possibly fathom how dangerous the world is out there. Monsters in every corner, crevice, sea, mountain, and grass. A barbaric land of beastmen that are willing to steal the clothes off your back, a land covered in thorns and evil faefolk that lure you away from your own sanity!" Your father listed off, a sort of madness in his eyes as he gripped at his own gray ends of hair.

"...Hell what even is a fae? You said when I was younger that you'd give me a chance at sailing when i was old enough, and I'm pretty old now." A wide proud smile adorned your face as you looked up to your father's more concerned one. "So when do I get a ship?" You pressed on, undeterred by your father's own warnings and claims. he let out a deep, tired sigh, "You just know how to give your old man a hard time don't you... A boat." You frowned at his offer.

"A galleon."

Your father choked out a laugh. "And wherever are you going to find enough people to manage a ship that large?! Take a row boat."

"A brigantine."

"A. Sloop." You father annunciated, leaving you both in a brief silence. Your arms crossed before coming to an agreed upon answer. "Fine. A sloop..." His large hand came ruffling through your already messy hair, a wide ear to ear smile spread across his lips. "You can start sailing after my trip. We just got another promising deal with some folks in the Shaftlands." Your mouth gaped at the time, "That's basically months!" The old man frowned at your frustration, "Well that's how it is dear. I can't just magically whip you up a nice ship just out of the blue. I'm no wizard, you'll have to wait until then. Now why don't you head back to the tavern and help your mother." He smiled as he gently pushed you out of the doorway before shutting it behind you.

"Did everything go as you had liked?" Silver asked with a curious and small smile. You had almost forgotten he was here waiting for you, oh well seems you'll have to use your second plan. "Um, it's fine! I was able to get you a possible way back to your home!" A crooked and awkward smile graced your rather concerning expression as you reassured him. He only responded with confusion, "Um.. That's great but, what about the rest of my party?"

"Hey listen! It's either you stay longer in this a kingdom that has yet to put a bounty on your head, or you get ahead of the group and get out of here first. Trust me, by the time your friends find you, you'll be either hanging or headless in a basket." Silver was taken aback by your rather disturbing claims and pondered his options. "It's my duty as a knight to protect the ones who I love and care for-"

"Yes, but you can't protect anyone if there are going to be both guards and greedy men going after that bounty over your head." You groaned, hanging your head tiredly at the thought of how much work you're putting into trying to save a random guy who barely even saved you from a tavern brawl. But then again, there was something about him that was so alluring... probably the eyes, most definitely the eyes you thought. Your squinting eyes making Silver nervously glance between you and his surroundings.

"So... what exactly were you planning to do again?" Silver broke your train of thought, "Oh, right!" You quickly pointed over to a small crowd of men and women who seemed to cheer and ogle at a rather small display of magic. "Further over there is where the more magical sides of the market are. If I counted right, I should have enough gold now to ask for voyage on one of the wizard's airships." Determination filled your eyes as you clutched the pouch of coins in your hands. "Don't worry about your friends though, you can leave a note for them with Miss Diamond back on the ship. If they happen to pass by, she'll let them know of your whereabouts." Silver smiled in relief at this news, giving you a curt nod before following you down into the bustling market crowd.

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"Huh, a guy with a sword? Yeah he was here. Took my niece right with him too!" The drunk woman scoffed angrily before downing another mug of beer.

Sebek's brow twitched at the thought along with the other two fae looking at each other in surprise. "Why is Silver fooling around with women now?!" Sebek whispered angrily to the two, almost seeming appalled at the thought. Lilia could only huff, "At the very least we've got something on his whereabouts."

"I didn't know you taught him to act such a way." Malleus mused at the thought of the chivalrous knight letting loose to explore the more exciting factors in life. "Stop putting all the blame on me! You've had just the same amount of effort put into raising that boy too." Lilia huffed angrily at the tall fae. Your mother could only watch in annoyance, were all faefolk this weird?

"If you men are done, I would like to note that your boy still took my daughter. If you don't find him and have him return her to me, then I might as well put you all on his bounty as well for being accomplices." Your mother sneered, causing the green haired man to answer in offense. "We've never! How dare such a lowly human as you threaten the likes of our King-" Lilia abruptly interrupted, putting an end to Sebek's shouting with just a simple push. "We're sorry for the trouble ma'am, we meant no harm to come to you and your daughter and our Silver would never do anything rash to put her in harm's way." Malleus nodded along, "Rest assured your daughter is in good hands, and once we find our friend you and your daughter will be safely reunited."

The woman in the dirtied apron could only hold back a sneer before waving them off. "Fine, but just know just because you're high fae doesn't mean you'll be let off easy." She stormed off, serving tray in hand.

"I think she's rather nice." Lilia noted with a cheeky grin.

"There was a ring on her finger Lilia." Malleus replied

"Not what I meant!"

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"Where did they go?!" A putrid old man interrogated as he pressed a gun barrel against Miss Diamond's head, her frizzled orange hair hung low from her sweat cover face. Your father laid there injured and panting for air as he pressed a hand to his bloodied abdomen. "I know they came here, witnesses saw!" The old man pressed on, not showing any signs of back off.

"I told you we don't know! A lot of similar people come and go buying things from here all the time." She gritted as she glared back up towards the man, his other wrist bandaged and bloodied from having lost a hand. Another man came a held a dagger up to your father's neck, pressing it hard enough just to make his apple bob. "Oh but I'm sure you know them, especially the young lady, she's your little princess isn't she, Erik?"

"That was a girl?"

"Oh shut up!"

"So what's it gonna be? Gonna tell us where your traitor of a daughter went? We can make it easier for you, We'll just kill the Silver haired freak and let your daughter go." He continued on, his free hand came to tap the old, wounded man's shoulder slowly. "I... didn't see... any boy." He answered in between breaths. "Please stop this Harry, we're friends." Your father pleaded as he brought his hand up to clutch at his attacker's arm. "A shame, we would've been if you weren't such a coward." He nodded his head towards the handless man, signaling him to end it there.

Yet, there was no response other than him choking on his own blood before collapsing to the ship's bloodied deck. "Diamond put the gun-!" Harry screaming ceased as a loud bang and hole appeared in his head. "Shit are you alright boss?!" She choked out as she ran towards the wounded old man. "I'm fine... I'll managed." She sighed as she wrapped a torn piece of cloth around his waist, helping him to his feet immediately after. "Say diamond, was there really that kind of boy with my daughter just then?" Your father coughed out softly as he looked down at her. Her lips pursed, as if contemplating something. "Don't worry too much, she's in safe hands. Let's just get you healed though."

"Hm..." He hummed quietly, his brows furrowed in deep thought. As if, he was actually, angry...?

[mariaenchanted]

The Victim of His Love (Part 3)

Pairings: Aegon II Targaryen x Lowborn!Reader

Summary: You followed your heart and it destroyed you.

Word Count: 2.1k

Note: I know, my updates are not consistent. I am trying my best to write when i have my precious “FREE TIME”. Also i would like to let you know that these series is a SLOW BURN. We are gonna have to take our time building up this story, so please be patient with me.

Furthermore, I also want to thank everyone for reading. Everything has been so surreal. Thank you so much for the support, Sweets!  🌷

Masterlist

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A year has passed...

You are about to finish sewing a piece of fabric you are making into a tiny garment when you hear a soft cry from the small cradle beside you.

You immediately put everything on the table, then scoop your babe into your arms.

"Go back to sleep, my little Aerion."

You hum as you rock him, letting him fall into his deep slumber again. You glance at his face as you see him close his eyes. Day by day, his appearance looks more and more like the man you had been trying to forget. By this, you wonder if you can ever erase him from your memory if his exact replica will always remind you of everything you are trying to forget.

His white hair is sticking out from the bonnet you had made. You pushed it inside to hide it from any prying eyes of other people. It does not leave his head because it may cause questions about his true identity. As it is peculiar for a child to have these kinds of features. 

You don't know how long you can hide this part of his life when he grows up because people here have known about the Targaryen line, a family with lilac eyes and white hair that made them look ethereal, people that owned dragons that covered the whole sky as they flew across the solid grounds.

You don't want your child to grow up feeling isolated on why he's different from others, and you will do everything it takes to hide what's underneath Aerion's head. But only one really knows the reality, and that is Enith. The old woman that helped you settle in this village. In her home, the one who helped you get back up after everything and became your mother when you never had one.

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You are collecting wood to build a fire before the sun sets when someone calls your attention from nearby. As you turn your back to look where the voice came from, you immediately see an old lady standing near the big tree where you made a little shelter by yourself using fabrics you had found abandoned near the market.

You had been settling here for more than a day. You chose this location as no one bothered you here, and the river is near your tiny home. So you are a little ashamed when someone finds you hiding here.

You immediately went to her while rubbing both your hands to your dress to ease the tension from your body. As you are nearing, you try to think of a reason for your situation when she interrupts you.

"Get your items, then come with me." She said and walked away. She does not sound mad, but you are wary of following her because of your condition.

"If you don't want to get bitten by snakes in this place, then the best is to come with me." She looked at you and went away, walking using her cane. 

Hesitant, but you get everything you had owned and follow her. You pass through so many trees after that. As you make your way to her, you can smell a heavenly and almost familiar scent; that is when it reveals a field of lavender that's about to sprout into existence.

Then you saw her open her home, A little wooden house surrounded by a fence with views of the sea when you look in front of the windows.

You follow her inside, roam your eyes, and take in everything. You beam because this is the place you'd wish to have someday. It may be small, but it is a place you look forward to going home to after a long day. Little trinkets hanging from the wall give life to the house.

"People here called me Enith. What do they call you?"

Uncertain, you still answer her question and tell her your name.

"Eat." You heard her say, and your eyes went to the table before you. You saw a steaming bowl of soup with bread and an unforeseen event; your stomach might have felt the delicious food being served; it growled loudly more than you can imagine. 

It's been days since you had a hearty meal, and you won't pass this opportunity to have this kind of food. You instantly sit down and devour the meal before you while you see her sitting in the chair that is in front of you. Then suddenly, she asked.

"Where are you from?" With gentleness in her voice. You stop, then put your utensils down. There's no need to hide; you have been doing this for a while and don't want that anymore. If you stay here for the rest of your life, this woman should know something about you.

"I'm from King's Landing."

"That's a long way from here. You both must be very exhausted." While looking at your stomach and back to you.

"How.. how did you know?" While trying to hide my stomach from her.

"I just know I am once a mother too. Why come here? No one will ever choose to go to this place; there is nothing here. It's far different from the King's Landing."

"Yes, it's unlike where I used to live, but I'm glad my journey ended here. To an unfamiliar place where no one knows you. Where you can have a second chance in life."

You put your hands on your lap and give her a smile.

"Did you plan to run away together? With the father of the child?"

Stunned by her sudden question, your smile slowly disappears as you face the reality again that you are the only one who believes in the promise of his love. You, the girl who had given her everything; her body, soul, and heart to the first man who was not afraid to be with her despite the different worlds you both lived in. But in the end, you merely became a victim of his love. You are a fool.

"He... He changed his mind. I suppose I'm not truly the one he ever wanted."

"Love is all about taking a risk, and getting hurt will always be a part of it. You know, you remind me a lot of my daughter."

She stood and went to look out the window. You follow her movement and sense that her mind might be somewhere else. Silence took over the room. The food that should have been eaten was quickly forgotten. To break the deafening stillness, you ask out of curiosity.

"Where is she now? If you do not mind me asking."

"Just like you, she ran away because of the thing we all want." she turned around to face you again, smiling, but it did not reach her eyes. There is an emotion still buried and trying to hide.

"Do you not like the man that she loves?"

You saw her mouth turned up before she answered.

"As a mother, we only want the best for our child even in love, and because of that, sometimes you become too blind to see that it is her heart that chooses to love that person, not us."

"Did she ever come back?"

She shakes her head.

"No, but I know she's happy, yet I wish she knows how regretful I am for everything I've done."

You see her blink her eyes, trying to stop herself from crying as her tears form.

"Your daughter knows, Enith. I may not know what had occurred, but she knows that." You reassured her.

"I am still attempting to persuade myself of that." She persisted, but before you could answer her back. Enith promptly spoke.

"If you are done, clean your clutter up and sort out your items here. As I have said before, you don't want to go back there and get bitten by those snakes."

After she said that, she instantly went outside while you followed her, dumbfounded by her declaration. Being an old woman, she is sure she can walk fast.

"Are you playing tricks on me?" You shouted while she makes way to the well near the immense tree she had.

"A thank you would be grateful." She called back as she still resumed going to her destination.

You laugh a little louder than you anticipated. Elated as you feel you have achieved your second chance in life, which you have desperately desired, it is happening precisely now.

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You heard the door open and saw Enith, who became your mother over time. After living together, you have treated each other with love and care, and you almost feel the tenderness from her in nearly every moment you have with her. Like your secret, she also does her best to care for Aerion.

"The trees are starting to grow its fire on their buds. Just like the lavender will begin to smell." Enith said as she sorted everything she bought on the table while you put Aerion on the cradle, then looked outside the window. 

You remembered like it had happened a day ago. This is precisely the scene when you first came here to this home. Lavenders bloom, and the trees mature, depicting the fire sprouting on their blossoms.

You now know why this place is called Pyrefield because almost all the tree that flourishes here grows a flower with the blend of the shades of blood and hues of the sun when it rises. Looking at the village from afar, the land will look like it is on flame. This town may appear to be forgotten, but you can never believe the beauty it holds.

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Later that night, you woke up to Aerion crying. You scooped him up, thinking he might be hungry when you felt he was warmer than usual. You moved a bit to the light when you saw his face flushed and rashes starting to appear on his neck. Aerion's crying might have caused Enith to wake up as you heard her open your door. Concern was written all over her face as she went near you.

"We need to go to the healer."

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"He is healed for now," Giya said, but she looked worried.

"For now? What are you saying? His fever is gone, and rashes might as well be gone too." Panic starts forming in your chest as you hand Aerion to Enith.

"Yes, but it can come back if we do not let him drink this tonic again, then his fever will worsen." Then she handed you a half-empty bottled that was given to Aerion.

"Then make it again; we will pay you as long as the babe is safe," Enith said as she continued to sway Aerion to calm him. You saw him sucking his tiny fingers as he slowly closed his eyes. Taking his time to rest from all that happened a few moments ago.

"It is not about the cost of this but the ingredient we need to make the tonic. This cure is made with one item. But it is scarce and difficult to find. Sadly, I do not have anything at hand. I am trying to plant this flower, but it won't be sprouting this soon. I'm sorry, I want to help, but I do not have it."

You seem to have lost your strength from what you heard. What will happen to your child? Will you simply let it be like this? If you can't find the answer here, You'll find another way to keep him alive.

"If you have something that can describe this flower, that would be helpful."  Laced with desperation, that is the only thing you have planned.

"This plant lives in colder lands, so I find it challenging to plant this. You should boil it with water, then let him drink it until all the redness on his cheeks is gone."

Then she showed you a sketch of a flower on parchment paper. Then it struck you. This is the same flower Aegon used to give you every time you saw each other in secret. It grows in the royal gardens of the Red Keep. You have to do what you need to do. You thanked Giya and hurriedly left the place.

"What are we going to do now?" as she hands you back the sleeping Aerion.

 You walk faster than you expected. She called your name.

"Are you listening to me? What are supposed to do now? He's going to die if we cannot find that plant."

"We will find the flower." You said as you carried on walking back to your home. 

"My child, I know you are afraid. But how are we going to find the plant? We don't know where to look."

Regardless of what, you will do everything to get that flower. It felt that the past is starting to catch on to you again. All this is to protect your son, and nothing will stop you, even if you return to where it began.

"We are going back to King's Landing."

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Just My Luck

Just My Luck

Summary: The lands are ruled by ruthless gods of various levels of power. Humanity is only a means to an end for their endless desires, if they happen to gain their attention. Many lay low, do what they can to appease the gods and try to live their lives out, as best they can, given the circumstances. Wriothesley is one such mortal. Having committed a great crime as a young boy, he’s constantly fleeing from his past. Little did he know; however, his constant misfortunes lead to his destiny, and it is most certainly not what he was expecting.

Recommendations: None, this is a purely AU work, so you’re good to go, reader.

Warnings: 18+ content, ya’ll. We’re going to get a little spicy here. Not my usual sort of Wriolette content. Neuv is going to be a little dark and demanding in this one, so if that sort of content (I’d guess you’d say it’s very close to yandere), then this isn’t for you. Religious hints/themes are also present in this. Consent really doesn’t exist here. I have been thinking of this sort of god x human trope for a while now, and I just needed to get it out of my brain. So, I guess this is a little self-indulgent work that I hope others out there will appreciate as well? Also, it’s putting me in a mental headspace to make a little follow-up chapter to Coming Home, since it’s looking like ya’ll are wanting that, hehe.

Also, one more warning. This is me trying to write a SHORT story and not have this as a full-blown novel. However, if this does receive a lot of love, I will 100% rewrite this to be a multi-chaptered work. This is me practicing self-restraint and tldr make a short story, you freaking gremlin sorta thing. OH, also, this isn’t beta-read, but will 100% be if this makes it to being AO3-post worthy.

AN: I AM TOO LAZY TO UPDATE MY WARNINGS BUT I MESSED UP AND THIS IS SO LONG BUT ENJOY IT AND IF YOU WANT AN EVEN LONGER VERSION WITH MORE LORE AND ACTION LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS PLZ AND I WILL POST ON AO3 I FAILED KEEPING THIS SHORT, I AM SOOOORRRY

Wriothesley grunted as he was pushed forward, his hands bound behind his back by a golden metallic rope that refused to give way, even in the slightest. The guards that stood beside him ensured that he continued walking down the extravagantly decorated hallway, figures lining each side wearing various elegant dresses and suits, some even in intricately designed armor that mortals were rarely blessed to see. They all watched as the bound man was ushered onward to a large set of doors, decorated with a carved design of a long, serpent-like dragon encompassing the entire outer border of both doors, as if it were protecting what was beyond them. Wriothesley tried to slow his pace, flexing his well-defined muscles, doing whatever he could to try to break the bonds that held him in place, but nothing worked. The guards beside him only stared at his pathetic attempts at breaking free, a few patrons from the sidelines murmuring to themselves, commenting on how he should give up and how silly mortals were, thinking that they could defy even the smallest demands of the gods.

He always found himself in the most unfortunate circumstances, but this was the worst fate that could have befallen a human. Most of his kind kept their heads bowed, living silent lives and avoiding the powerful gazes of the deities that ruled their lands. For mere mortals, the prime level of life that they could wish to live was providing high level sacrifices to appease their rulers, hoping that they would be blessed in return or even ignored, in hopes of being allowed to live their lives to the best of their abilities. If they failed to uphold to this standard and a god felt slighted, even in the smallest of ways, then they were bound to become cursed, and experience the worst luck imaginable, having them wishing for a swift death. No, the gods loved toying with their victims, extending their punishment for as long as possible, feeding upon their misfortune, until their victims took their very last breaths. It was a miserable existence, but as long as you dedicated yourself to providing sacrifices that satisfied their desires and obeying whatever they commanded, then you could potentially avoid their gazes and wraths.

However, Wriothesley didn’t feel as though that was an existence worth living. He was a man that was shaped by misfortune, and rarely feared it. Having been orphaned at a young age and shoved from one foster family to another, he knew exactly what misfortune was, without the direct punishment of the gods. Each family he was tossed to was worst than the last. From having one family relying on him to provide them with everything and having worked to the point of exhaustion to keep food on the table, only to endure harsh beatings regardless of the outcome every night, to being sent off to fighting rings to win boxing matches against young men his age and older, he had seen it all. He eventually had enough and turned on his last foster family, killing his adoptive parents in the middle of the night, fleeing the area and taking the other children that happened to have the same misfortune as him to wherever he was going to go. They did find refuge in small, abandoned buildings, and for once his luck did strike true as he was able to find families that would take his adoptive brothers and sisters in, and not expose them to the same fates that they had before. No, these people took true pity on them, bringing them in and giving them a proper home and a good foundation for raising them. The same families always offered Wriothesley the same conditions, but he would always deny them, saying that he was far too damaged and messed up to be worth anything, too far gone for any sort of redemption or happy ending. Before they could even try to convince him otherwise, he had already taken his leave and was moving onto his next venture.

The young boy grew into a young man, roaming from city and city, finding places to work manual labor that would provide him with just enough funds to survive off of. Whenever a place offered him a permanent position or abode, he would thank them, and then immediately leave, onto the next city, town or village. He didn’t know why, but there was a part of his soul that felt like he was always in constant danger, and needed to run from prying eyes, even if he had no enemies. Though he had murdered his foster parents in cold blood as a boy, there were no further investigations into this, almost as if the crime had never happened. He wished so desperately that this was the truth of the matter, but his suspicions never seemed to completely wane. Someone had to have known, whether it be a mortal or a god. He knew that he was going to have to face the consequences of his actions, however justified that they were. So, he vowed that he would continue moving onward, never stopping, always running.

So, that’s exactly what he did. He never stayed long enough for any human or deity to know him well, and he wanted to keep it that way. Discretion was key, and to be honest with himself, this type of living excited him and kept him feeling alive. For once, he thought that he had finally hit it lucky, this was the lifestyle meant for him and he was going to live it to the fullest. Though his suspicions and underlying fear ruled him deep down, there was an odd sense of freedom that he felt being out on his own like this, and he never wanted to lose this. For once in his life, he felt lucky to be in the position that he was in. He was afraid to feel happy, but he couldn’t help himself. His adoptive brothers and sisters were on their way to a better future, and maybe one day, so would he.

Well, as quick as luck had visited him, it was just as fast to leave. The young man was continuing his work assisting a local general store with helping them bring in heavy goods, a horribly weighted sack placed on his shoulder as he was able to transport it inside of the store before multiple guards, lesser deities by the look of them, all approached him at once. Wriothesley immediately dropped the sack and tried to take off, not even taking the time to question their motives, but he was easily detained. One deity grabbed him by the shoulder and twisting it, pushing him against the wall as another guard brought out a metallic, golden rope, that automatically tied his wrists together behind him. Wriothesley growled as he tried to resist, now finding the time to begin spouting questions as he realized the situation that he was currently in.

“The hell did I even do?! I just got here and haven’t broken any laws, let me go!”

“That’s not up for discussion. You’re to come with us, no questions asked. Any hesitation, and we’ll hunt down your adoptive family and have them suffer for the rest of their days.” one of the growls out, tightening the rope around his wrists ever so slightly, for emphasis. Immediately, Wriothesley shut his mouth and said no word and offered no resistance. So, his suspicions were correct, someone had been keeping tabs on his whereabouts and knew about his past, but what god or mortal alike would hold any sort of interest in him? Sure, he was handsome and had both women and men swooning for him, but that never held any sort of value to him. He also didn’t have any sort of money in savings to his name, using whatever little he earned from odd jobs to be able to afford housing and small, pitiful meals and other necessities.

His heart felt like it skipped a beat, as he immediately reminded himself about his biggest fear. Was this finally the retribution that he would be facing for his previous sins? Did the families of his abusive foster parents that he murdered finally send out their agents to find him, and a god had felt it was their time to shine to torture a mortal? There was no escaping it, even if it was the case. Wriothesley then opted to keep his mouth shut, hoping he was overthinking the situation. But, what else could this possibly be over, then? He needed answers, but he wasn’t about to try to fight against them for it.

Reluctantly, Wriothesley complied with their demands, and was ushered into a rather delicately designed carriage, one that clearly belonged to a higher-powered god, but which, he had no idea. The guards also remained silent on the manner, merely ushering him in and taking an odd interest in keeping him safe and comfortable, but still under their ever-watchful gazes. They continued onward with their journey, and eventually reached to where they were now, standing in front of those formidable doors, gods of various levels of power and renown surrounding them all, but their focus all centered on him and him alone. Wriothesley’s heart was racing in anticipation, knowing that he had no choice but to face whatever was beyond those doors, even if it ended up killing him, or worse.

A low, guttural growl was heard, seemingly originating from past the closed entryway in front of them, which had Wriothesley’s eyes widening in shock. Never in his life had he heard such a noise, no other god he had known or met personally held the sort of power that was radiating from such a sound. The others that were previously surrounding him were now shuffling away in fear, some were even shaking, staring straight ahead. A thought suddenly ran through Wriothesley’s head, he noticed that all of the deities were distracted, and he could easily flee from the scene. He tried to will his body to run, but instead it only stayed firmly planted in place, his body no longer under his control. His heart began to race in a sudden panic, and it wasn’t eased as the closed doors in front of him began to part, opening up to reveal a continuation of the current hallway that he was in, but a darkness was at the very end, hiding whatever it was that was awaiting him.

What happened next horrified the young man beyond measure, and by then he knew that he was doomed.

“Wriothesley, step forward, come to me, come to your destiny.” a regal voice called out, though the growl from before was also heard in the same voice, as if they were perfectly mixed together. Whoever was calling to him, this had to be one of the ancient gods of lore, mighty beasts that garnered so much power from its followers and victories of war, that it gained godhood. But, what would such a highly positioned god want with someone low and poor, as himself? Wriothesley wasn’t about to argue, however. Wriothesley tested his muscles, now being able to freely move them. He had regained control of his body, and along with that realization, the golden metallic rope that was previously wrapped around his wrists shattered, releasing their hold on him. Whoever this was wanted him to come willingly and freely, but also prevented him from having any other option. After taking a moment to mentally accept the situation for what it was and what it could possibly be, the man slowly but surely took step after step, inching his way forward, obeying the command that had been called out to him.

Once he was past the dual doors, they both slammed shut behind him, as if signaling there was no way to truly turn back now, the only way was forward. The young man jumped in response to the loud noise behind him, but didn’t bother looking back. Instead, the man glared as he looked forward, a figure now clearly standing where darkness once was, the hallway now oddly illuminated, as if showcasing the person directly in his path.

The god before him stood mighty and tall, long white hair with just as long blue streaks, decorated with golden ornaments, robes that matched the varying colors of the ocean’s brightest waters, swirling around his slim body in an ancient style of robes. His eyes were a sharp lilac color, and gave an odd feeling of being so similar to the eyes of a feline, slit pupils that were slightly dilated as his gaze was transfixed to Wriothesley.

“I see that time has done you well, Wriothesley. You certainly grew into a rather handsome man. I will forever consider myself fortunate to lay claim on you so many years ago, before the others could.” At this, Wriothesley gasped, anxiety beginning to rise within his chest. A god laying claim on him? Ages ago? He would have remembered such a thing, seeing as though the deities usually made a huge spectacle when they took a human as theirs. It wasn’t an uncommon act, but according to what Wriothesley remembered hearing, a god had to be completely enamored with a mortal to do such an act. A claim meant ownership of the mortal by the god, sure, but it also bound them together in a deep, intimate way. The god would always know the whereabouts of the mortal, their control over them being absolute. For the mortal, it meant having a power being provide and protect them, but gods tended to be jealous beings, and this often resulted in a rather lonely existence for the mortal. There were humans that found this to be an absolute obsession for themselves, dolling up their looks and doing what they believed would get the attention of some sort of god that would claim them, but many found that staying away from this sort of deep-rooted obsession was better for them.

“I’m sorry, but I think you’ve got the wrong guy. No one’s laid claim on me and- “

“Then how would you explain your horrible luck then, Wriothesley?”

The young man shuddered, every time the god in front of him said his name, an odd wave of feelings started to phase through him that he couldn’t quite explain. It was like it felt right, and a small part of him wanted to hear the figure continue to say his name, until he couldn’t handle it anymore. The hell was wrong with him? He has never had such thoughts about others like this, why now?

“I-I’m not following…”

“I saw you kill your foster parents. I knew what you did was justified, my dear. They were horrible and their sins innumerable. You did what you needed to do to protect yourself and the little ones. It’s not often that I find myself observing humans as closely as you, and I knew from that moment forward, you were someone I wanted. Someone with such a profound sense of justice, and the spirit to carry out punishment. So, I cursed you.” The man continued to explain, as if it were common knowledge.

“Why the fuck would you curse someone that you’re interested in? Are you fucking insane?!” Wriothesley shouted out, stomping forward to stand right in front of the mighty being. The ancient one’s brows furrowed, glaring at the young man in front of him.

“Wriothesley…” the god said, his tone demanding respect and issuing a single and final warning.

Wriothesley bared his teeth at the ancient one, issuing his own, small, pathetic growl, in comparison. However, he understood and heeded the silent warning, not taking any further action, allowing the omnipotent being before him to continue on with his explanation.

“Of course. I didn’t want to take you away, especially with you being so young. However, I wanted no other god to look upon you in favor and want you for themselves. So, I placed a curse on you, and took care of anyone being aware of you committing murder. You would always feel as though someone or something was chasing you. A home would never be one for long, your soul aching to keep searching for something. If a suitor tried to approach you, you would take no notice or interest. They, also, would disappear from your life. Luck would abandon you, forcing you to follow your true destiny with hardships that would test you, mold you for your potential to come alive. You were to keep living your life, until I was prepared to receive you, and you were of a proper age. Now, is the time, Wriothesley…”

The powerful being before him then snapped his fingers, the area around them turning pitch black for just a moment, before the it was illuminated once more, showing a marble decorated room with various different nautical decorations adorning every aspect of it. Blues, golds and silvers lined and adorned every aspect of it, treasures beyond measure lay everywhere, as if the room itself were a museum of the heavenly bodies. In the middle of the room, and directly behind the god, was a giant, circular bed with blankets of the finest silk with the same level of intricate designs on them as well. Wriothesley’s breath stuttered, as he took a small step back, his head tilting to the side in confusion.

“Now is the time to consummate our binding, wouldn’t you agree? It’s been many years, and my hunger for you is insufferable…” the being in front of him stared intensely into his own eyes, unable to avoid him. A million thoughts were running through Wriothesley’s mind, but only one question was able to come out.

“W-w-who are you…?”

“Ah, yes. Sincerest apologies, my love. You may know me by many names, and by many forms, though this is my true self, that I will never hesitate to show and share with you. The title you humans appear to have given me in my temples is Neuvillette, god of all that is hydro, the waters of all are mine, of the lakes, the sea…” Neuvillette purred as he began to approach Wriothesley.

“Of every human body, but especially yours…”

The young man hastily started taking steps backwards, never keeping his eyes off of the powerful being before him, but it was to no avail for his situation. Suddenly, behind him, he felt a sort of cushion that he was then pushed down onto, sheets wrapping up around him as he became entangled in them. It took a moment for him to realize that the god before him must have teleported the both of them straight to the circular bed he had observed before, and now both of them completely nude and exposed to each other. Wriothesley shrieked as realized the position that the two were in now, him being laid out on the bed like a meal on a decorated platter, while the god above was draped over him in pure possession and domination, but that wasn’t the only reason why he screamed out. The young man also observed the full body of the god in front of him, perfectly chiseled muscles but with a slim, elegant figure. White, creamy skin that was free from any blemish or imperfection, and perfectly smooth with little to no body hair, except for his lower body, where white pubic hair trailed from below his navel down towards his lower pelvic region, where instead of one perfectly thick and long member, he seemed to have…two…

Oh, fuck, he was truly not going to make it out of this alive, whether Neuvillette realized it or not.

“G-Get the fuck off of me, just kill me!” Wriothesley screamed out, trying his best to push the god off of him, but once more, to no avail. Though his muscles were much larger than the deity that was draped above him, it mattered little. Whatever claim the god had on him seemed to hold true, he could never overpower him.

“Never, Wriothesley, never, you’re staying with me for the rest of eternity. I will show you how a god truly appreciates his claimed…” Neuvillette growled out, as he lowered his head and nuzzled Wriothesley’s neck, licking it repeatedly in a sensual manner, as if he were handling an absolute treasure. Wriothesley shut his eyes as he moaned in pleasure, not able to prevent himself from doing so, as his hips started rutting upwards, his member starting to harden from just the simplest of touches from this being. He blushed in embarrassment, but no one had ever touched him in this way before, no one had ever said such words to him. Everything he ever wanted to hear and feel from someone, Neuvillette was serving it on a silver platter for him, and he was a starved mortal, ready to accept it all.

“Ah, ah, what are you doing to me, Neuvillette…” Wriothesley breathed out, in a husky voice, fully immersed in all of the emotions and sensations he was feeling. Neuvillette only smiled against the skin of his neck, as his hands began to roam the young man’s body. Soft, but powerful hands continued to caress him, touching Wriothesley in places he never dared imagine anyone else doing so. From his muscled pectorals, down the sides of his stone hard abdomen, and then finally down to his rear as Neuvillette grabbed his cheeks, giving them a nice, firm squeeze, sharp nails digging into the meat of them, but never breaking the skin.

“I’m showing you how much you mean to me, you’re my desire, my passion, my reason to hold firm to my rule, so that no other may touch you like this. Only me, only ever me…” Neuvillette mumbled, burying his head back into the crook of Wriothesley’s neck as he continued.

Wriothesley let out a dirty moan as Neuvillette’s fangs elongated, rooting themselves deep into his neck, and tasting of his blood. The god made sure that when he released and his fangs retracted, that the wound would heal, but leave behind a deep scar that none other would question. He made sure in the back of his mind, to order one of his underlings to immediately begin commissioning a necklace for Wriothesley, that would accentuate his looks but also have the marks forever on full display for the world to see.

At this point, Wriothesley was hard as a rock, his member leaking precum as it begged for attention, for a release, for pleasure, and Neuvillette was more than happy to oblige. Removing himself from the young man’s neck, Neuvillette moved over to Wriothesley’s lips, licking them lightly, biting at him just a smidge, before he invaded them completely, inserting his long tongue and exploring the depths within. Wriothesley greedily allowed him to do so, wrapping his arms around the neck of the god, pressing him further down so that the kiss could be deepened even further, if that was possible. Neuvillette could only smile as he continued his assault, a hand now trailing down Wriothesley’s body, feeling the differences between the two. Where Neuvillette’s body was smooth and perfect, Wriothesley’s had dark hair that covered his arms, some of his chest, and definitely trailed down to his lower regions, oozing manly features. His body, though littered with scars from the trials and tribulations of his life, only seemed to further decorate how in his own way, he was powerful and worthy to be the claimed of Neuvillette.

As the hand of the god reached Wriothesley’s member, the man groaned, still stuck in the deep and passionate kiss, continued to raise his hips up, a while leaving his lips as his member demanded any sort of friction against it. Neuvillette grabbed him, stroking up and down, thumb teasing the leaking head. The kiss finally broke as Neuvillette desired to see Wriothesley’s pleasure, as he continued to pump the member of his claimed, doing every action so perfectly and true to the wants and needs of the young man. It wasn’t long before Wriothesley was breathing hard, his body shaking as he released all over the god, thick ropes of cum shooting out and even coating Neuvillette’s chest, as if adding to the creamy skin of his claimer.

Neuvillette could only continue to smile as Wriothesley repeatedly began to apologize, ashamed of what he had done but enjoying feeling every effect his god was bestowing upon him.

“Shhh, my soul, hush now with that. I do not want your apologies for indulging in what I give freely to you. Now, roll over…” Neuvillette growled out, the animalistic side of him starting to show. Wriothesley trembled beneath Neuvillette for a moment, but the god only offered him an odd sense of assurance as he gently led Wriothesley to roll over onto his stomach, directing him to keep his chest lowered onto the bedsheets but his rear raised high, on full display to his god. The young man, still embarrassed, tried his best to hide his face within the lavish sheets of the bed, but didn’t fight back. A part of him wanted this, needed this, wanting this session they were sharing to never end.

Wriothesley felt a warmness spread throughout his core, as he assumed Neuvillette had summoned some sort of water to assist with what was about to happen. The liquid was spread along the crease of his bottom and hole, delicate and soft fingers of the god above him caressing him, touching every inch of him, as if he were savoring his very existence. It wasn’t much longer after this that he could feel an odd flesh shape being pressed against his hole, one of his dicks, Wriothesley surmised. His heart started to pick up it’s pace once more, worried that such a formidable size wouldn’t be able to fit and he would feel nothing but pain as he was tortured into the act. However, that was far from the truth.

The water continued to warm and relax the skin that it touched, his muscles feeling lose and somewhat stretched even before he knew he was being entered. Neuvillette lowered himself once more, kissing Wriothesley’s back and nibbling here and there with his fangs, building up Wriothesley’s desire for him, which he did. Once he heard the young boy beginning to pant, spreading his legs even further and raising his rear even higher, he knew he was ready. Slowly, the god started pressing the head of one of his cocks into the greedy hole of his claimed, and it accepted him with ease. Wriothesley continued to plant his head directly into the sheets of the bed, moaning so loudly and continued to pant like a dog, but he desperately wanted this, needed this. It was only a matter of time before the god was deeply planted inside of him, taking a moment to relish the feel of the warmth that his length was now experiencing. The god then started to pump into his claimed, clawed hands holding onto his waist for support.

The thrusts started out small, and careful, but the pace was quick to change. The more that Neuvillette was planted in Wriothesley, the more that he desired, so his thrusts began to continue with their assault, becoming deeper and rougher.

“Yes, yes! More, more-gah, FUCK!” Wriothesley yelled out as his thoughts started to lose all sense but being completely consumed by pleasure. Within seconds he lost the ability to form any coherent words, only feeling and appreciating the ecstasy that his god was providing for him. Time seemed to go on forever as the thrusts continued, and Wriothesley had begun grabbing onto the nearby sheets, twisting them until they were a complete mess from the perfect state that they were in before.

Another deep, animalistic growl was heard above him, which made him moan even harder, as he felt Neuvillette’s balls slap against his ass from how deep he was thrusting in, the second cock now also fully erect was also slapping against his ass, warm and thick. It seemed that the god did have some form of pity for him, as he had only inserted one of his members this time. But that didn’t stop the conquering of his mortal body. A few more grunts were heard as Wriothesley felt something spill inside of him, so very warm and copious amounts kept flooding in. The young man sighed in absolute bliss, eyes fluttering shut as his body fell down back to the bed, Neuvillette easing him back down, but keeping his member deeply planted as more cum continued to be released inside of his claimed one.

Little did Wriothesley know this was the final act to solidify their bond. The god of hydro had marked him with his essence, and it will never fade. Every god and mortal will instantly know who he belonged to, and Neuvillette will always know what he was feeling, where he was, his thoughts and feelings now completely forfeit to him.

Oh, how lucky this god truly was.

[luimagines]

That Dragon Au Part 7

I had forgotten how slow going this story is. ^.^*

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Chapter 7: Breakfast Time

Enno woke up and took a deep breath. They stretched and felt like they were actually well rested for a change. And then they noticed Warrior was not in the bed.

They instantly tensed up and looked around, not seeing him anywhere. They put down Wind gently and got out of bed looking to see if there was a note or something.

"Over here, Love." Warrior calls out to them softly. He was sitting at his desk. It no longer looks like chaos and he appeared to be working on something.

Enno nearly jumped out of their skin, "God- my heart." 

They put their hand on their chest to calm their heart. They headed over to him and gave him a kiss. 

Warrior smiles into the kiss and pulls back. "Sorry, I should have warned you that I tend to wake up early anyway."

"You don't stop, do you?" They sighed, holding their head on top of his. Enno grunted slightly and huff, keeping their voice quiet for the boy still sleeping in the bed. "I forgot to do something yesterday and couldn't do it while Wind was between us."

"What did you forget to do, Love?" Warrior asked softly, careful to still not wake up Wind.

Enno looked down and noticed that he was drawing something, something that looked awfully familiar now that they thought about it. Enno started playing with his hair, trying to do the same thing that they did yesterday while they were experimenting with the whole claiming thing that dragons do. 

"Nothing really, just something I should have done right away." They nuzzled their face in his hair before turning to his paper. "What-cha drawing? Me and Wind?"

Warrior was calming from their touch before he perked up and flopped over the desk. "I ummm.... yeah..."

He pulls back and shows them with a clearer view to the paper underneath his arms. He seemed to be drawing a fairly realistic charcoal picture of them and Wind asleep next to each other in the bed. "I finished the work that I had to leave behind... so I... started this."

Enno continued to put their scent on him. “You’re really good. Better at realism than I am. Can you put that with your horde when you're done? I want to keep it.” They slowly bring him back up from hiding it. “If you don’t, it's going to be my treasure now.”

They give him a kiss on the temple.

Warrior take a breath. "You can have it. I don't typically keep my drawings. And before you ask, it's a habit. My desk isn't usually that messy. I try to keep myself away from paper as much as I can....being a fire dragon and all."

“Thank you.” They give him a few more kisses. “Shall I wake up Wind? We have to tell him the plans today.” They whispered. “He is going to be so excited. You better win him that prize from the game.”

Warrior turns in his chair, watching them adoringly. "Do you want to use the bath first? I can wake Wind up and we can all have breakfast."

They still had their arms around him. “I would love one, but I don’t have anything to wear. And at this point I should just move my stuff into here.” They twirl their finger around his hair again. “But I would love to have a family breakfast.”

Warrior purrs, his eyes closing in content. He smirks a bit. "You can always just wear my clothes. You happen to look stunning in them."

Enno baps his head lightly. “Fine but remember your things are bigger on me.” They rolled their eyes as they made their way to the dresser. It took a few tries but at least they remembered where his horde was. 

“Ah.” They picked out a red tunic. They debated on the pants but the tunic was longer than the one they wore yesterday so it would be literally a dress on them. 

“I’m taking this one!” They closed the drawer, grabbing the headband they left on the top and went into the bath. They put it all on the counter in the bathroom after shutting the door.

Warrior leaned back his chair, crossing his legs with his ankle over his knee, watching them go.

After they closed the door he smirks fully and stands, making his way to the bed. He shakes Wind's shoulder. "Wake up pirate, we're going to go on an adventure today."

Wind hums and blearily opens his eyes. "Huh?"

"You're going to get that prize." Warrior winks. "Up. We don't have much long until Enno gets out of the bath."

Enno laid down, relaxing in the bath once it was filled. They were still sore and felt grimy. There was a faint feeling of pain on their back from yesterday. They start humming, taking their time for once.

Pain shoots up their spine when they tried to lift their arms up. “Ow ow ow ow ow, ok, that’s not happening.” They hissed as they felt a pulled muscle by their upper back. It was going to take them a longer time than they thought to actually bathe.

Warrior and Wind dash out of the room, heading to the guest room where their stuff was. They grab as much as Enno’s things as they can and run back. Not wanting to actually be suspicious, they simply place it on the bed.

Warrior stretches his arms over his head, a satisfying pop being heard from his shoulders. "Ok Wind. Your turn. You gotta get ready for today too. At least change your clothes."

Wind and Warrior go about their morning routines. Warrior managed to sneak some of Wind's stuff into the room as well while he was distracted.

He wasn't sure if he should also take a bath or wait until nightfall but he wants to wait for Enno.

Enno finished and got out slowly. Giving themselves a small pat down so as to not make their back worse. Putting on the new set of clothing, they made an attempt to dress down the hairband by braiding their hair here or there. They have trouble deciding if it looks good or not. They huffed when it didn’t work, but it was the best they could do.

Warrior is dressed casually when they finally get out. His smile widens and he lets out an appreciative whistle. "Beautiful. Absolutely stunning."

He chuckles, getting to his feet and adjusting the head band on their head. He untangled a bit of their hair and tucks it into some other parts where they would be tighter and fit better.

"Better?"

Enno looked in the mirror. Somehow he had made it look like the headband was actually a ribbon that had been intertwined with their hair. He dressed it down perfectly.

Enno blushed and looked away but then noticed their stuff on the bed. “Wait- when did you two… why?”

They turned back to Warrior, confused, before realizing why and turned red again. “You know now I have to unload things here.”

Warrior shrugs. "Fine by me."

"This way you don't have to go and get your things. They’re already here!" Wind cheers, sitting on the bed. "I got some of mine too so we have to figure out a place to put everything but it shouldn't be too hard."

Warrior waves him off. "If there's no space then I get another dresser or something."

Enno had to take a moment to take a breath. They couldn’t help but soften at the gesture. “You two are going to be the death of me I swear.” 

Enno gives both of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek / forehead separately. “I love you both so much but I thought we were going to have breakfast together?”

"Yes!" Wind cheers, vaulting off of the bed and toward the door. "Let's go eat!"

Warrior bows dramatically, offering his elbow. "Shall we?"

“Of course.” They take his arm and we follow Wind out. They felt a little self conscious about leaving the room because it's been a safe haven from Cia this whole time. But it wasn’t a good look if they simply went in and never came back out again. They took Wind in their other hand so he wouldn't go too far ahead.

Warrior hums as he purrs by their side. "Zelda is pretty good at keeping the dining hall scarce of arguments so we should be ok to go eat together. If it gets interrupted, we can get something while we're out on the town "

“That’s… good at least.” Enno thinks about it. They’re not inclined to agree but it’s better than nothing. 

“People are still staring.” They whisper as more maids pass. They seem surprised by their look. That or they are just staring at Warriors. They put their head on his shoulder trying to ignore the stares. “I guess I did turn into a dragon the other day.”

"True." Warrior swings their hand a bit, leaning his head against their own. "I also tend to get a few stares just by walking. Dragons are few and far in-between. There are only five who actually live in the capital, Zelda and myself included. So more or new dragons are quite the sight to see."

They hummed. "I think the stares for you are for another reason. The most eligible bachelor got hitched." 

Enno nudged him teasingly, having a sinking feeling this is something they weren’t going to let go anytime soon. At least they weren't so stressed about heading to eat. They were still worried about Cia but not as much to dampen their mood.

Warrior grins, adopting a little pep in his step. "Well I wouldn't say we're married yet but you bring up a good point."

Wind laughs from the other side. "You certainly fell into the part pretty quickly. Why not seal the deal already? You clearly like each other."

"Wind!" They instantly shoved their face into Warrior's shoulder to hide a blush. "I assume this isn't something you just do on a whim. It's like a proposal right? Slightly planned out? It's not like I would rather one way or another. It seems like it's going to happen anyway. Ahhhhhh..." 

Warrior chuckles, kissing the top of their head. "There is a process. It might be fast to human standards but dragons also don’t leave much room for second guessing. However, it's only been a few days."

Warrior reached over and flicked Wind's head. "There's no rush either. So let's try to take some things one at a time. Such as making sure we all have fun today."

“Only been a few days… From what I heard you’ve been trying to court me for a while now, Sir.” Enno started to purr as they walked into the dining hall. “Do you think we can’t get Hyrule to do a small check up? I’m still worried about the thing I mentioned yesterday.”

Warrior blushes as he kicks a bit of the carpeted floor. "I meant after the claim has been made...."  He laughs nervously. "I uhh... I just wanted your attention at first... like I said, I never thought I'd actually have a relationship."

He smiles and grips their hand a bit tighter. "Yeah, we can ask Hyrule to check it out before we leave..... Are you feeling any better by the way? Still sore?"

"Had some weird phantom pains on my back while in the bath. I know I don't have the condition I had in my world. I'm just worried if there is something else wrong with me instead." They lift up his hand kissing it.

"Yuck." Wind pretends to gag, running a bit ahead to the dining hall door.

Warrior nods and tries to think about what it might be. He pulls their hand up to kiss it as well. "I don't suppose that it's merely stretched from the sudden addition of wings. I know that young dragons itch and are sore when their wings begin growing for the first time. Not all dragons are born with them already in their form, you see. So while it's not commonplace, it's not rare either."

"Getting it looked at isn't a bad idea though." Warrior opens the door for the both of them since Wind didn't hold it open. "Just in case."

"Those are two different ailments. I want to make sure I don't have a magical version of not being able to create energy." Enno stated as they walked in. Wind had already plopped himself down with some of the others waiting for them.

"Concerning." Warrior notes. "I'm sure Hyrule can help it. But I think you would be better off actually looking into a professional opinion."

"Enno!" Wind calls out. "Sit by me!"

"About time the two of you showed up." Legend says, putting his cheek against his fist. "We were wondering when the honeymoon was going to end."

"Legend, be nice. Cia was going crazy. We know that Warrior is the number one target." Four punches his shoulder.

"Actually Legend the Honeymoon is after the wedding. We were just having an engagement celebration." Enno said, sitting next to Wind. They made a mental note to ask Warrior where exactly a professional is. "How have you guys been? I feel like it's been years."

Sky smiles. "We've been alright. We've mostly avoided the drama."

"Is Pinky ok?" Hyrule leans forward. "I heard what happened but they said I wasn't needed."

"Meaning they wouldn't let him in." Legend chimes in. "Heard through the grapevine that you both got hit too. You ok?"

“Well… turns out I’m now a dragon. But also the… uh… human? Part? Of the half form is how I looked back in my world. So that's fun.” They tried to be as casual as possible as some maids put our food down. “I still don’t know how you got hit, Captain.”

"Cia threw a fit and some magic. I did my job." Warrior explains simply.

Legend hisses in sympathy and empathetic pain. He goes to subconsciously scratch his shoulder. "Aimed at Enno?"

"Yup."

"I heard it hurt your wing." Hyrule mutters

"It did."

"It was pretty bad." Wind speaks up. "I don't think he's going to be able to fly for a while."

All the boys grimaced and stared in front of them. Clearly there's some significance there.

Enno looked at their faces and just whistled. Enno picks up their fork to start eating. “Aaaannnyyyway. What do you guys have planned today?”

Four perks up. “Oh! There was a blacksmith that was letting me use his shop yesterday. I was going to continue working on our weapons and armors before we leave. It’s been awhile since I got to fix everyone’s stuff.”

Legend smirks and gabs a thumb in Hyrules direction. "He's going to try and sneak into the medical bay and I'm going to watch."

"Legend please.... I just want to learn some more things before we go."

"I was just going to be in the library all day." Sky starts eating his food. "Do you have any plans?"

Enno grew more interested in their food suddenly as the realization hit them. “Well… We are going out into town.” They give Warriors a small nudge. “A ‘family’ day is what we are calling it.”

“There’s a game in the town square! Warrior is going to win it for me!” Wind cheers

"You bet I am." Warrior grins, nudging Enno’s foot from under the table. "It's just a bit of fun for today. I think we deserve it."

Time didn’t take too long to get to the dining hall. “Oh.” He wasn’t sure why he was surprised that other people were still around eating breakfast. 

Enno looked up and waved Time over. “You look better.”

“You seem different.” He shoots back. “I heard what happened. Glad to see everyone is ok.” Before the Old Man sits on the other side of Warrior, he chanced a glance at Wind. “Sorry if I scared you yesterday Sailor.”

"Is Pinky ok?" Wind asks instead.

"And has anyone seen Wild and the Rancher. " Legend adds on. "I haven't seen them since yesterday."

“She’s… Recovering. It’s going to take around a month or so to actually fully heal. Her back took the most damage. ” Time states trying to remember everything the nurses said. “Pup and Cub decided to go out early since we ordered some clothing for Pinky yesterday.”

“Are there visiting hours to the med bay?” Enno asked, “I should probably tell her that I’ve been turned.”

“Oh she already knows, she said to tell you that you ditched her, and left her alone in the human corner.” He said with a deadpan look, then looked at Warrior. “Captain, did Impa tell you about my offer? I was thinking about bringing some of it back or at least marking the location off so you guys can find it later.”

"I would assume that there are visiting hours but you should have no problem.." Time runs his hand through his hair as he continues. "They let me in pretty easily."

"Well, that's because you're her dragon. She's your human." Sky points a fork in Time's direction. "You get priority access."

Warrior cuts over that as he also addresses Time and his words. "I've heard of it. While I appreciate the offer, I'm not currently able to go and get it myself so as it stands, it's still fairly up for grabs unless someone goes and gets it."

"Don't forget we only have three more days here." Legend says in between bites. "Hyrule and I have been keeping track of how long we stay in one world before we move to another. Anything that needs to get done better should be finished as soon as possible."

Enno didn’t want to feel relieved that the group only had three more days but it flowed through their entire being. They tried not to make it visible though. “We should also have a game plan when we get Pinky on the road. If she is only fully healed in a month, I can only assume she can’t really do much.”

Time on the other hand understands Warrior’s words as he should go and get the treasure. He still has his magic pouch from his adventures he doesn’t really use as much. He should see how much exactly he can fit inside and bring back. “I only have a few more errands to run before I’m set to go. I intend to get it all done today so I can spend the rest of our time with Pinky.”

Legend and Sky grin to themselves at Times words but say nothing.

Wind is borderline vibrating in his seat. "I'm so excited! When can we go!?"

"Hold on Wind, we still have to finish eating." Warrior chuckles, playfully nudging Enno’s foot with his own once more. "Take care, Time. Don't take too long. You've got somebody who needs you."

Enno pokes back with their foot, unsure of what he is doing. They finished up their meal in relative peace, simply listening to the others talk at this point.

“I know. It won't take me that much time.” Time states with confidence. “You three be safe and have fun in the town.”

Warrior pokes back, his face not betraying anything. "We'll try our best. Don't get into any more trouble."

"Easier said than done." Hyrule laments. "We only have a few days left so we might as well get the best out of them. When are Wild and Twi coming back again?"

“If anything, I’m expecting it at this point.” Enno puts their utensils down and leans on Warriors. “I’m hopeful though.”

Time’s face softens a bit. He really wished that his day with Pinky was a bit better. He puts a thought in his head to have a redo day with you later in another era. “Soon, I was going to meet with them at the clothing shop.” He looked at the time, and stood up taking the apple on his plate with him. “Which I have to go to now.”

Warrior doesn't hesitate to wrap his arm around Enno’s shoulders, finishing his plate. "Don't destroy the shop."

Wind giggles and cleans his plate before borderline jumping out of his chair. "Ok ok, can we go now?"

Warrior looks at them lovingly. "Good to go?"

Time rolls his eyes on his way out. “I’ll try not to.” He says quicking his pace. Maybe he shouldn’t go to the treasure today. He would have to see when he gets to the shop and unload the clothing back at the castle. He was going straight to the shop. No detours.

“Mhm.” Enno was a little tired but it was fine to go out. They get up from their chair, waving goodbye to the others. “Have a good day guys.” 

Warrior hums and rubs their arm, waving to the others as well as he leads them away. "Are you feeling ok, sweetheart? Your magic is low."

They didn’t know how to explain it, “I feel low… Like how my other condition was like.” They whispered so Wind didn’t hear it. “Don’t worry too much. Let’s just have a good day out. You said you wanted to show me our home?”

Warrior nods and drops his arm to hold their hand. "Alright. But let me know if you feel any worse. There's a potion seller in the middle of the city, so we can simply go in and get one to help you replenish what's been lost."

"Can you two stop flirting?" Wind groans. "Come on! Let's go play!"

Feeling warm inside but also a bit woozy and shaky, Enno sighs and follows the boy. “I think it might be a good idea to still get something and we will, Wind. Show us the way.”

Warrior nods and squeezes their hand for a moment before he pulls them closer, wrapping his arm around their waist. Wind cheers and takes off running in the direction of the game from the day before. 

"I'll get a few then and see if that helps you feel better." Warrior pokes his nose against their head. "I'd hate to see you get sick so soon."

Enno doesn't reply back. They were already feeling sick. They were able to make it to the game stall though. They sat down nearby and gulped. They were feeling shaky and dizzy, besides they didn’t know how to play. “I think I’ll let you guys play.”

Warrior frowns. "Alright, Wind. How do we play?"

"You have to take the hammer and hit this button. It sends the puck upwards and the higher it goes, the better the prize. You get a huge one if you can ring the bell." Wind jumps in place.

Warrior takes one look at the toy and his stomach turns from the unease.

"I'll tell you what. Can you go down the street to a small shop that has flowers in the front? It should have yellow windows with green letters." Warrior passes Wind some rupees. "Go inside and order some magic potions, ok? And I'll ring the bell."

Enno started to feel tired as soon as they sat down. This was definitely low blood sugar, but it should be fine. They ate. Looking back up, they only saw Warriors playing the game. They got confused. Where did Wind go?

Warrior watches Wind run off before he grabs the biggest hammer and swings it onto the platform. He reaches 3/4s of the way and smiles.

He takes his prize and pays again. This time he actually puts his strength into it.

The bell rings.

[enbyleighlines]

Misc. thoughts about the Forging Bonds (with the Dawn Brigade):

Leonardo’s conversations are kind of super boring and bland, but I suppose that’s on point for him. He does seem to be a rather boring and bland person.

I did appreciate Prince Alfred randomly showing up to, once again, affirm how gay he is for muscled men.

Also, they made Leonardo seem kind of… stupid? I always figured he was the smart one since he’s portrayed as being more mature than Edward, but he was very clueless. He was absolutely baffled by Alfred saying he was a passerby who appreciated a good physique. “What does that mean?” Leonardo asked. It Means He Gay, Leonardo. Keep up.

I haven’t gotten very far with Edward’s story, so I don’t have much to say about it.

However, Edward apparently likes to draw? Was that in RD anywhere, or did they add that to his character?

The fact that the Dawn Brigade is so reluctant to join the Order of Heroes just because some of the people are from Begnion is… understandable, but at the same time, they didn’t put up that much of a fuss over fighting for Begnion during part 3 of Radiant Dawn. Like, they questioned it a bit, but they also got over it pretty quickly.

Of course Micaiah’s whole story is about her focusing on the fact that the Order of Heroes is super diverse. At that point in the story, she is worried about what Daein would think if they found out their Silver Haired Maiden was part laguz. It was the obvious choice for her forging bonds. Nevertheless, I appreciate that they acknowledge what Micaiah was going through at that time. Micaiah being Branded is more of a sub-plot, and doesn’t get nearly enough focus, in my opinion.

Micaiah asking someone to make her a dress to match Sothe was super cute. I love how Sothe’s reaction was to just stop functioning for a moment. That boy is down bad.

Also, Sothe’s reaction to seeing Micaiah was to shout “Micaiah?!” much in the same way that in Engage Soren shouted “Ike?!” and I gotta give a nice chef’s kiss to the cinematic parallels.

Sothe’s insistence that Micaiah hasn’t aged at all since he met her is… super weird. I know that’s in line with that picture of their first meeting, but it’s just… so weird. And it does not fit with what we know of canon.

At most, Micaiah would be 24 or 25 years old in Radiant Dawn. Yet the game wants me to believe that she hasn’t aged in over 10 years, which is nearly half of her total lifespan? What, did she speedrun her childhood and adolescence in her first 10-15 years and then stop aging completely? That’s… not how Branded aging works??

Also, if heron Branded really did age even slower than Soren, a dragon Branded, then don’t you think someone in Begnion would have noticed that the Apostle just… doesn’t age?

Sothe and Micaiah’s relationship is supposed to be a parallel to Ike and Soren’s. Ike and Soren met as kids, about 10 years prior to PoR. Ike saw Soren and realized that he needed help. At the time, they appeared to be the same age. But later, when they meet up again, Soren looks younger than Ike due to the fact that his aging has begun to slow. But at the same time, Soren really doesn’t look thaaaat much younger.

So how could Micaiah be the exact same after a decade has passed? It doesn’t make sense! Make it make sense!

Overall, I will continue to take the Christian approach to feh, wherein I decide what it is or isn’t canon according to my own personal preferences.

And besides all my nitpicks, I am enjoying the Forging Bonds. It’s nice to see Edward and Leonardo given some time and space to exist as actual characters, and not just units meant to help the player progress from one chapter to the next.

[baileys-writing-desk]

Reunion

Ten years after the events of LU, the Thunder Dragon is met with his beloved Hylian friend one more time.

AO3

Reunion

In the decade since Link returned from his second adventure, the Thunder Dragon has made an effort to connect with the Hylians on the Surface. He visits newly built neighborhoods occasionally, dropping Rupees into the fields and singing for farmers to keep them entertained as they work. After so many years spent in near-isolation, it is relieving to become more involved in the bustle of others’ everyday lives.

And so, he doesn’t think much of it when a Hylian bursts into his clearing, gazing up at him in astonishment. Rather, what makes him pause is the newness of this person. A man approaching middle age, with pale skin, curly brown hair, and dressed in a simple chestnut tunic and trousers.

He doesn’t remember seeing this man anywhere, on Skyloft or the Surface…

“Lanayru!”

His eyes widen in surprise. “How did you know my name?”

“You’re here!” the man continues, ignoring the dragon’s question. “It’s really you, I can’t believe it!” He sprints across the clearing to get closer to Lanayru. “Oh…I missed you so much!!”

“Woah, woah, slow down. Do I know you?”

He certainly knows me.

And the man does look slightly familiar…

“Don’t say you don’t remember me!” He slows to a stop, gazing up at Lanayru with hazel eyes. “Here, maybe this will ring a bell? My name is Link.”

“Really? Hmm…how interesting, I’m afraid I don’t know another Li–”

He gasps.

The fluffy brown hair, the unmistakable eyes and composure of a hero, the sweet smile that has persisted with age…

It’s him.

A name escapes Lanayru’s mouth, one he hasn’t uttered in so many years.

“...Rulie??”

The man nods.

Holy fucking shit!!

“Yes, I’m the Hero of Hyrule. I was worried you wouldn’t recognize me, old man!”

“Wha–? Why–how did you–?” In a frenzy, Lanayru stumbles over his words. “How–are you here?”

Rulie chuckles. “Portal.”

The Thunder Dragon frowns. The only portals he knows of, besides the Gate of Time, are the dark magic ones the Shadow created…

“But…your quest is over. Has another one started?”

“No, quite the opposite. This one wasn’t dark magic at all, it was white and gold. I felt calm as I walked through. And it just led me straight here. I think that…the Goddesses wanted us to meet again.”

Lanayru’s heart races in his chest. This is a dream. It has to be a dream, right? Because Rulie is standing right in front of him. The one who left forever a decade ago. If not a dream, an absolute miracle.

“Well, they waited an awfully long time!” he exclaims. Why? Why not earlier…? “You have more wisdom in your eyes, boy. May I ask, how old are you now?”

“I’m thirty.”

The old dragon raises an eyebrow. Rulie was twenty when he left.

“Ah, I see.” Lanayru replies, nodding his head. “It’s been ten years for me, too. You know…I still think about you after all this time, I am beyond relieved to know you are alive and well. You have no idea how happy this makes me–”

“Oh, I do. I can see it in your face.” Hyrule grins, in exactly the same way he used to do, the only difference being the slight marks around his features from aging. “And you’re really lighting up!”

The Thunder Dragon briefly glances down, watching the line of blue light travel from his tail up to his chest. Faster and brighter than usual, for sure. The sparks of electricity from his horns are most likely a bit more frequent too. Changes that are seen as subtle by most others, but Rulie…he remembers.

He lets out a hearty laugh as he turns back to the hero. “I guess I am, boy.” Hmm… should he still be calling Rulie ‘boy’? “Here, if you don’t mind…can I–”

The hero responds right as he begins to lower his hand.

“You don’t need to ask for that one. Just grab me!”

“…Oh?”

Many Hylians are wary of touching Lanayru, due to the electricity he emits, even though the only real way to be harmed is to touch his horns. Nobody just lets him pick them up like this.

Except for Rulie.

It’s more proof that this man is indeed Hyrule, and not some Surface man who looks just like him, pretending to be the hero in some awful prank.

“Go on, old man, what are you waiting for?”

The old dragon gently wraps his fingers around Rulie’s body and lifts his hand up toward his face, placing the man into the palm of his other hand. “Alright, lemme take a look at you…”

With one finger he strokes through the wild mess of hair, smoothing it down, just like he used to do. The hero sits down in his palm and runs a hand along the soft but scaly texture.

“My friend, you…you’re really here,” Lanayru breathes out.

His eyes fill with tears.

“Hard to believe, isn’t it?” Rulie chuckles. “So…how are you?? How’s Faron and Eldin? And Link! Is he okay?”

“Yes, they’re all good. I just helped Link and Zelda welcome their second child. And Faron—well, she’s a bratty little thing as usual…” He pauses to let out a sniffle. “I’m still causing mischief around here. Eldin once said I’m ‘stubborn and wily’.”

“He’s not wrong. All three of you, total brats.” The hero is clearly teasing, and Lanayru smiles behind his fluffy beard. “Ah, I had a feeling Sky would become a dad. He’s a good one, I’m sure. Can we see him?”

“I’ll take you soon, yes.” Lanayru replies. “Anywhere you want to go, boy. Just not to…Lake Floria—“

Before he knows it, a single tear runs down his cheek. Oh, sweet Hylia.

“Lanayru? Are you…crying?”

“No,” he shoots back, wiping his face quickly. He hasn’t cried since….well, since Rulie left.

“Nuh-uh. I can see it.” Rulie grins. “Stubborn little shit.”

…Fuck.

“Fine, you got me…” He lets out a sigh. “I just—I never thought I would actually see you again.”

Another tear comes, but he doesn’t try to hide it this time. He carefully moves his hand up to his beard, and Rulie leans up against the cloud-like fluff.

“…A true blessing, I believe,” the hero replies. “Maybe I’ll get to see all my brothers again too…that would be amazing. Oh, Wind’s probably changed so much!”

“I bet he has.” Lanayru doesn’t elaborate; he barely remembers who this ‘Wind’ person was. Instead he focuses on Rulie, who is scanning the clearing from his perch. The traveler gasps.

“Is that…” Rulie points down toward their left, at the small four-poster bed. The one that had been his back then. “…is that my bed? Did you keep it??”

“Surprisingly, yes.” Lanayru sniffles, trying to regain his composure. “I nearly destroyed it after you left, but…something inside told me not to. It’s my reminder of you, boy.”

“Aw, Lanayru! I’m honored. Although…it looks like someone else has it now, huh?”

The Thunder Dragon takes a closer look at the bed. Sure enough, one of his LD-301 robots is lying there, snuggled in the pillow and blanket.

He giggles, nearly snorting from the tears. “Ah yes, my little friends have taken quite a liking for it.”

It is difficult to tell from this distance, but Lanayru can just make out the features of LD-301S Scrapper. The one Link had frustratingly handed back to him after the first adventure, tired of the small creature’s rude insults. And the one whom the dragon jokingly calls ‘Scrapper the Napper’ now.

Rulie strokes Lanayru’s beard with his hands, grinning. “I remember those little guys. Do you…think they’ll remember me too?”

“Well, maybe. LD-301’s have limited capacity for memories like that. But a few might recognize your name. I was able to teach them ‘Rulie.’ Of course…now they’ve just been calling each other Rulie. So I don’t think they really get it.”

“Awww! Little rascals!” the traveler exclaims. “Wow…I really missed them. I missed all of this! You especially, old man…and all my brothers, my family. It was kinda nice, having a family.”

Lanayru touches Rulie’s hair with a finger again, keeping the hero secure in his other palm. The poor man had been through far too much, at far too young. He deserved to have a real childhood, a chance at a happy life from the start.

“Rulie…you deserve so much better, you know that right? It made our farewell a thousand times more difficult. Because your life has not been easy. And I had to let you go right back to a world that is so cruel to you.” Another tear trickles down his face as he speaks.

The hero doesn’t answer right away, just stares out into the expansion of forest ahead of them.

“I’ve managed,” he replies eventually. “Zelda’s helped me a lot. And remembering you all too…I’ve been using what you and my brothers have taught me.”

Lanayru raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like…different sword fighting skills, self-defense, how to swear at people who fucking piss me off…”

“Ahh, Rulie.” He cackles at the hero’s foul language. “I suppose I was a bad influence on you after all.”

“Nah, that was mostly from Legend. My predecessor.” The traveler pauses to take a breath. “But really, I gained confidence in myself. I’ve kicked some ass out there, old man, you would be impressed.”

“I bet you have.” The old dragon heaves a sigh, remembering the last time he gazed into Rulie’s eyes, and utters the words he has always longed to say. “…I’m so proud of you, boy. You know that, right?”

Hyrule slowly nods, lifting himself out from Lanayru’s beard and looking up at him.

“…Yeah.”

“When we last saw each other, I didn’t get to say that to you one more time. I didn’t tell you how incredible you are and how much you’d grown…even since we first met. And I felt an overwhelming shame.”

“Oh, Lanayru…”

“It’s true. You are a skilled warrior, a loyal friend, you’re truly a gift, Rulie.” He blinks through still-watery eyes and gives the traveler a soft smile. “I hope I made that clear enough ten years ago, and if I didn’t, my sincerest apologies.”

There. You did it.

For a moment, he can almost see Rulie in his green hero’s tunic, sword on his back and a fierce but playful glimmer in his eyes, twenty again. Their last meeting. And if Lanayru had known for sure it was the last one, he would have given a proper farewell.

But when the traveler walked through the dark magic portal, the dragon’s heart ached from bittersweet memories and words left unsaid.

“Don’t be sorry, old man.” Hyrule replies, bringing the dragon out of his thoughts. “I’ve always known how proud you are. You did more than enough.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Of course you silly goose, I’m sure! What, you think I’m lying?”

Lanayru chuckles, another tear running down his face. “No…you’re right. I trust you.”

Rulie sighs in what seems to be relief, briefly turning to glance at the clearing’s entrance. And the Thunder Dragon remembers: he needs to take the hero to Link and Zelda, to their two children, and to Skyloft…there is so much to catch up on.

“Good, I’m glad that hasn’t changed.” Hyrule smiles playfully, booping Lanayru’s beard with his finger. It seems his childhood mannerisms have not quite left with age. “Because I’m not leaving your side until I have to go back!”

The dragon wipes his eyes gently, attempting to collect himself before his flight. He doesn’t want to show up at Link’s house looking like this, after all.

“Sounds like a good plan,” he tells the hero.

And somewhere up in the heavens, a Goddess smiles.

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

Alright, I am going to TRY to do a BRIEF overview of Dusk's backstory, I guess. Just hit the highlights, up until he started actually adventuring. I will tell myself I can expand on everything later. Later!

Here's a picture that has nothing to do with anything, just because I like having a picture above the fold:

Alright, first off, Dusk's real name is Bellinor, and his sister is Oriane. Their father, when they were very small, started calling them Dusk and Dawn for reasons he never explained, and it stuck. Their grandparents use their given names, and basically no one else does.

He was born in Ishgard. I have thought a lot about his family and where they were in the Ishgardian hierarchy, but I am being BRIEF, so suffice to say, the fanciest of his relatives is his maternal grandmother, who was a knight in service to house Haillenarte.

His father is a spearman, and when Dusk and Dawn were eight or so, he began to train them how to use it. Their mother, a chirurgeon who was starting to break under the strain of being a healer in a Forever War, was still taken by surprise by how visceral a negative reaction she had to this. After talking it over with her husband, they began to plot an extreeeeemely slow desertion from the city. The timing turned out pretty good ... they were finally intending to leave for good when the twins were ten (who had no idea, of course) and during their very last trip outside of the city as a sort of dry run ... the Gates closed, and they couldn't go back, even if they had wanted to.

Dusk never thought of himself as not-Ishgardian, in spite of spending so much more of his life outside of the city than inside it, and he understands why his parents left, even if it was confusing and scary at the time. Unfortunately, part of why it was scary was ... they had fled to Gridania. I have a lot to say about his adolescence being spent in pre-Calamity Gridania and the stresses involved, but suffice to say ... sure, there were no dragons trying to kill them, but at least the dragons were somewhat predictable. The elementals were not.

Dusk and Dawn's parents never wanted them to have to fight, even though their father did continue their training with spears. Just in case. After the Calamity, the twins travelled to Limsa Lominsa. The plan had been for Dusk - who was already a fairly good carpenter - to train as a blacksmith there to supplement his skills. Dawn, a botanist, went with him for company, and just to spread her wings a little, the Calamity giving her an urge to travel while she could. Neither intended to adventure, although they were certainly dressed the part, the whole family still in the habit of being Ever Vigilant. None of them want to be caught unarmed when shit hits the fan, if you will.

As a result, though, while they were bumbling around the city trying to figure out who to even talk to, H'naanza spotted them, and thought they were new adventurers. She called them over and asked them to kill some wharf rats. Dusk agreed to it without correcting her, which made Dawn feel too awkward to correct her herself, and it all kind of spiraled from there.

It all worked out, at least.

I generally follow canon as far as his actual WoL career goes, filling in headcanon in the spaces the narrative itself provides. The biggest 'change' that isn't really a change regards his twin. Dawn, who also has the Echo, did not want to be a Scion, but she is extremely protective of her brother. So when it makes sense in my mind for her to be around, being very clear she is helping him and not the Scions, she's there. The big exception is Shadowbringers ... she's stuck at home and hating every second of it.

He was 30 when the Calamity hit, and was 35 when ARR began. I'm a one expansion = one year person ... except again for Shadowbringers, which in the Source timeline I think of only having happened in a couple of weeks. Which means he'll be turning 40 when 7.0 hits, I'm sure he's excited.

[maiavonsneeper]

Video Game 2023 recap!

So this year i played heaps of games lol honestly crazy to think about.

Thought I'd do my own wrap up and look back.

I may mention spoilers.

Kirby and the Forgotten Land

Cute! Its my first Kirby game in forever (last game was on the DS) Again its cute, fun, funny and its body horror for kids!

🐀Happy Sneep ^_^

Bayonetta 3

I've watched the previous two games so this was my first time playing a Bayonetta game. I was worried about getting into its combat so I played in casual for most of it. Did play in standard later and it turns out I was doing well lol

The story and ending was..something tbh I expected a lot based on the past two. Still I had fun as a newcomer and I enjoyed the customizing.

🐀 Neutral (confused) Sneep :-1

Yakuza Like a Dragon

Funny to think that I unintentionally played this game and I guess the rest of the series lmao Honestly iconic I loved Ichiban, I loved his friends, the usual RGG side stuff was fun and full of charm and the english dub was really well done. Am glad to have played this especially after I watched Penny Parker play this.

🐀a Happy Sneep about it but was left devastated at the end ಥ_ಥ

Yakuza 0

Loved it, a great way to get into the Kiryu saga, to know what Kiryu's story is (and Maji's) after playing through Ichi. I had quite the reaction to playing a game that can be so violent but also can be very weird and also feature a dress up game.

🐀 Nishiki simping Sneep (unaware of whats to come) (っ❤◡❤)っ

Xenoblade Chronicles 3

Its Xenoblade...it was a rollercoaster of a story to go through. Also very relaxing to play especially after Y0 and B3 lol

Enjoyed coming along with Noah and the gang. Loved Eunie and Taion and I liked seeing refs to 1 and 2.

🐀 Sad Sneep (at the ending) OTL

Legend of Zelda Tears of the Kingdom

I basically put aside everything while playing TotK lmao

It was so fun exploring and seeing newer things added in. This is the only game so far that made me replay the final boss, like I NEEDED to play the final boss again <3 a battle between dragons.

🐀 Speechless Sneep (◡‿◡)

Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core Reunion

I was surprised at how its a linear game and a pretty quick main story. And the missions are there to build more playtime.

the main story i liked, it was nice getting to know Zack and seeing characters from the og 7 in a different perspective.

Teared up at the ending :(

I wish that the story slowed down, so to get to know other characters more esp ones that Zack meets for the first time (Cissnei, Aerith and Cloud) and parts that were just skipped/skimmed through like Costa del Sol vacation time or when Zack inherits the buster sword after getting back to Midgar etc.

I also liked pointing out stuff I can connect to the og 7 :D

🐀Emotional but also being a silly Sneep

Yakuza Kiwami 1

A fun game. The Majima Everywhere system did make it feel like a horror game at first lmao Majima really gave me jumpscares.

The story? .....I'd rather not think about it TwT

🐀 A devastated and also kind of paranoid Sneep :-Σ

Unpacking

Just a relaxing game to play. And it is one of those games I was interested in before cause how I saw it on social media but at the time couldn't play it myself so I'm grateful to play it through the game pass yay.

🐀 Satisfied Sneep (◡0◡) ~3

Yakuza Kiwami 2

I will say I had a lot of fun with K2, such as the cabaret club minigame coming back, taking a lot of selfies (esp in front of dead bodies - Killer Kiryu) and the Majima saga. But unfortunately so far it takes last place out of the RGG games for me.

The main story didn't have a focus on the multiple plots and just revealed all the plot twists at the end.

Ryuji, hes hot but I came to conclude that hes very overhyped. He didn't have that much screen time :/ If it weren't for his popularity and spin-off appearances, I would've forgotten about him.

And I think major of all of why its last place is THAT ending...what. Like really a fake bomb? And did they have to make out?

🐀 ...Confused Sneep ಠ_ಠ

Yakuza 3

This is the gayest game I've ever played.

I honestly feel betrayed I wasn't given a yaoi warning while starting up the game. I hear that 3 is infamous for some stuff and can be quite divided between fans. BUT bro its a game WORTH PLAYING play it for dad Kiryu time, play it for Mine lol JUST PLAY IT.

🐀 Got yaoi devastated and diagnosed with MineDai syndrome Sneep _(╥︣0╥๑ゝ∠)

Frog Detective Trilogy

Simple and hilarious lmao So far I've only played the first of the trilogy. It was cool to play an Aussie game.

🐀 Suddenly anti-books Sneep

Yakuza 4

Gameplay wise it was fun. Really like how interesting it was to play as different people and how they experience Kamurocho in their own lives. Cool change to always playing as Kiryu and from Kiryu's pov. Akiyama and Tanimura were fun to play as especially Tanimura's radio thing which I found interesting. Saejima's section I felt was limited, I think the police guarding everywhere scared me away from doing his substories; so I ended finishing his part earlier compared to everyone :( (luckily I got to do his side stuff at the finale part)

And I realized at the end I struggled with switching and adapting between each character's style. Because of that I very stuffed up at the final bosses and stuffed up so bad that I forgot how to play as Kiryu..

The story is..interesting lol It is definitely soap opera-ish. I actually got into it at the start and the part where Hamazaki spilled the tea but because of the freaking rubber bullets twist I couldn't take it seriously towards the end like I even laughed and was just howling. There were scenes where it was just presented dramatically, like theres one where it zoomed into peoples faces with a sfx which instantly made me think of those Indian soap opera memes lmao

🐀 Indian soap opera edit style Sneep O_o = ☉.☉ = o_0

Yakuza 5

Very recently finished the main story. And honestly I forgot how the story goes lmao its a very long game. The character profile mind map from would've really helped and also summaries like in 0 too (which I'm guessing is an improvement since that came out after 5)

It was fun how each character came with a second game (such as Saejima's Hunting Simulator for the Nintendo Wii and Project Diva)

The enemy encountering is very annoying /: separate enemies being close by each other in the same area ughhhh

🐀 I forgor Sneep....<;(' .' )>

[slightlydensedragons]

Wandering through the glades of the Nature Reserves, you'll come across signage indication a retreat towards the garden's that make up Batcrook's menagerie of colourful characters and wonderous arrangement of lore that is always a joy to read. If you haven't taken the time to stroll on through Pod's Garden, you are surely missing out.

Oh the wonderful things I could say here, in this review. And it would not be complete without first starting with the ever amazing Pod. Seeing his character on Tumblr throughout the years, he's just one of the many faces you have curated to such a pleasant experience seeing every time. Even if you have slowed down in the years since, Bat your boy is always a delight to see. His art is amazing, and his compassion as a character is worthy of so much goodness. Pod best boy, only boy ever. As well as their Mith companion.

Only you would ever have me consider the beauty behind Snappers; and I am hard pressed not to enjoy them if their not down well. And I cannot do them well. However these three beauties; divine. Granny is first, and she is a wonderful sight. The peak of grandmother energy in this snapper lady, she would offer only the best of treats but ONLY with good behaviour. I don't know what her standards are for good behaviour but I'm sure it's not too high a standard... right?

You think Moggie has enough familiars? I don't think Moggie has enough familiars. At least not enough hybrids that she has somehow accumulated throughout her years. She is such a really good design for her occupation and lives up to her cat like appearance. In saying that, if she a crazy familiar hoarder, as opposed to a crazy cat-lady? Wouldn't honestly do her justice, let's be real.

The godliness that is Pavia's mere appearance is just. Chef kiss. Bowing at her feet and embracing the beauty that is such a perfect blend of water flight and wind. Even her name is just amaingly suiting; as a spirit herself she really just really is the definition of 'Snapper done right'. One day I hope to own a Snapper as perfect as any of these three, but it will be a day too far in the future to see. Perhaps a browse through the AH will change my mind...

Do you remember the reason I picked September? I sure don't remember, but I am very pleased by how simple of a dragon can look with an accent and a good choice of apparel. She's not too over encumbered by clothing and her genes are solid enough on their own that she remains here; appreciated and loved for her simplicity. Irishim still goes hard.

I know I said I would do only 3-5 dragons but come on. When you look at Kawataro, you really honestly want to look closer. To the fine details that make up this dragon. The vibes are solid, gives that kelpie creature like appearance that caught my gaze and held it so it wouldn't stray too far. Spirals like this just hit in such a way that leave me sort of stunned. They're usually dressed up thick and display the brightest of colours. But not this one. No he makes simple and natural look very appealing.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello! Hope your day is going well! Could I have a matchup request for Demon Slayer, Genshin Impact and Obey Me? Thank you :>

General info: My name is Mei-li, I am a cis girl (she/they). I am bisexual, though I am male leaning. I am 18 and my zodiac sign is libra!

Appearance: I am pretty short at 5’1 feet tall. I have dark brown almond shaped eyes, with long eyelashes. My hair is also dark brown, but I have two light almost blond streaks in the front from when I dyed my hair and it faded. My hair goes just about below shoulder length. I have a round face shape. I tend to dress comfy, with a weird amount of red and black in my wardrobe. 

Personality: My MBTI is INFP-T, and my enneagram is 9w1. I am a generally polite and friendly person, though I can be pretty shy and awkward at first. Despite my heavy introversion, I do really enjoy interesting conversation with others, and have been told I am a very open person. I tend to mirror the energy of whoever I am talking to as well. I have been told I am wise too, and I do kinda naturally take on the role of advice/therapist friend in groups. Though I am also very capable of being goofy and stupid, my sense of humor is pretty absurdist and nonsensical. I am generally pretty chill and relaxed, but I get very passionate and excited about my interests. I struggle a lot with being too passive and insecure. I am very slow to anger. 

Likes/Hobbies: I absolutely love mythology and fantasy, especially dragons, as I grew up obsessed with them. I love just about every animal in general too, I find them all so fascinating and gorgeous in their own way. They are what got me into my hobby of drawing. I love drawing various funny little critters and characters. I am also very big on music, and my taste is pretty broad but I like rock and metal a lot. I'm also a very big fan of horror! I don’t get scared easily at all, so I find it more interesting than anything else. I can get into just about anything though, I find learning about other’s thoughts and experiences very intriguing. 

Dislikes: I cannot stand the heat very well, the sun seemingly melts my brain cells. Crowds and generally busy places make me anxious too, they are very overwhelming. Generally having a lot of attention on me makes me uncomfortable in most situations. I really dislike being underestimated or treated like I am stupid. Generally hypocritical and manipulative people get under my skin very quickly too. 

Hi Mei-li! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while! I hope you like your matchups!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

Your reserved and shy nature balances out Inosuke well. He's a naturally abrasive person so having someone to counter that is a good thing for everyone.

With Inosuke around, attention will very rarely be one you. He draws people's attention like a magnet just by being himself. If you feel like people's attention is on you, Insouke will do or shout something to draw their attraction onto himself.

I think his anger issues would mellow out a bit when he's around you. He finds your presence comforting.

That's not to say he won't still yell or start fights when you're around. But he'll take longer to get to that point.

Enjoys watching you draw. Inosuke probably has very minimal drawing skills so he'd like to sit next to you and ask you to draw different things for him.

He thinks your drawing skills are really impressive so expect him to drag about them every chance he gets.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You're a lot more similar to Alhaitham than Inosuke. But you still have your differences.

He's a very factual person so he doesn't really get your interest in mythology and fantasy.

But that won't stop him from leaving fantasy and mythology books for you whenever he gets the chance. He won't ever mention it though.

Alhaitham appreciates your relaxed nature and your willingness to have aducative discussions so much.

Living with Kaveh is a strain on him sometimes so having an intelligent conversation with someone is a nice change of pace.

He enjoys listening to you talk about your interests, even if they're very different from his own. You listen to him so the least he can do is return the favour.

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Satan is probably the person most similar to you on this list. He's slow to anger (on the outside at least) and he's interested in mythology and fantasy stuff.

Loves listening to you talk about your interests. He enjoys hearing the passion in your voice and learning about things that interest you.

He also enjoys having intellectual conversations with you. With your shared interests, your conversations are always interesting and kept him engaged.

Please go to cat cafes with him! He's so glad you like animals as well. He gets to spend time with two of his favourite things; animals and you!

Satan enjoys listening to music with you. He doesn't really mind what type of music it is; anything fine with him as long as you're both having fun.

May underestimate you initially but that quickly changes once he gets to know you. Now, he's the first one to defend you if someone makes the mistake of underestimating you.

[lcnelyday]

so i read daisy jones & the six when it first came out. and as a the daughter of a seventies baby, i was hooked. as a kid raised on fleetwood mac, zz top, the rolling stones, eagles, tom petty and so many more, i was obsessed. i read the book everywhere while jamming out to my favorite seventies tracks. and when i finished the book i went, wow. that was fantastic, i felt like i was in the seventies. so good. and then they announced a show and i was super weary because, woah, book adaptations suck usually. i didn't watch the trailers, i didn't look up the cast and then the first three episodes dropped. i watched them and now i am on episode five and here's my hot take.

it's a good show, it's not a great show. they chose not to glamourize the things in the book that made it feel more seventies for me, but hey, maybe they will address it later. they took out the jumpsuits. i don't know why, this bothers me a whole bunch. can't explain it. the pacing is really slow, but in a good way, like, i enjoy it. the casting is fantastic, and you can really tell, just like book daisy, that show daisy is heavily stevie nicks coded, and it works well without being distracting. in fact, i notice it most in the present day shots. so congrats. the music was the most emotional part for me, because i know all the lyrics but have never had a beat for any of the songs. and that's, they did that well. also, the blackout scene in episode four i think. i love cam, i think cam is an angel who i wish i could protect. but cam. he hates her. and then you see them sing, and you are too good a person to see where this is going. it's in the lyrics of the first song baby. also i did in fact cry during oh la la.

anyway, it's no house of the dragon or the last of us or arcane or succession or yellowstone, i might not rewatch it ever, but it did make me want to read the book again. and that's the most important part of an adaptation for me. does it make you want more enough to read the book again? play the game again? also, do not dress like daisy, the line between seventies boho and christian boho is too thin. think first.

ALSO THEY RECORD AND SOUND CITY AND I CRIED.