#PLEASE DRAGON AGE I'M BEGGING YOU

[viiisenyas]

I have a bad feeling about this...

oh... oh no...

[dendroaspis-viridis]

I'm begging you, BioWare... Learn from the mistakes of Baldur's Gates past...

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

Listen, Carver should be allowed to lockpick.

You think he didn't teach himself how to pick locks at some point as a kid or teen just in case Bethany and/or Hawke got caught by templars and he needed to plan a prison break? C'mon now.

I don't care if he's a warrior and that's not allowed, give him a lockpick and let him open chests for me damn it.

Or y'know... he could just bust the chests open with his sword.

That would work, too.

[lethalhoopla]

just finished Tevinter Nights and I'm so late to the party it almost certainly doesn't need to be said, but just in case: super recommend reading it

honestly love the fact that it really is optional, nothing would make you feel like you missed something heading into DA4, but you feel like you gain a lot by diving in to it. plus: super cool descriptions of different ways magic is used, and if you're into lore and worldbuilding, hot damn is it rad as hell to see so many aspects of & locations in Thedas explored (as the title implies - often related to tevinter, if not surrounding areas).

....... barring reading all of it, if it's not your cup of tea, then I at least strongly recommend reading the last story in it - The Dread Wolf Take You, by Patrick Weekes. again, won't miss anything by not reading it, but wow you will not regret what you gain. Patrick Weekes back at it again with the Fenris-style heart grab.

[taintedbenevolence]

Hello 𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐚 !~

A fellow anon here, I was requesting a silly smut~ Neuvillette and A fem reader indulging in the sweetest thing of …

𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘

I think it would be a very very cute thing if.. it went south? :3

PLEASE BEGGING FOR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE AND SIZE KINK

- 𝐕 📍📌

a/n: ah, this is certainly interesting. please, do forgive me for the extremely late delivery, writer's block has been destroying me as of late. I like to think that when reader first brings up the idea of the whole pocky thing, it would be up to her to try to convince Neuvi to try it out. There's just no way he's doing this without being convinced of it. But once he's convinced I'm pretty sure he'll happily do it without complaints, and he might even bring it up another time. But please, spare Neuvi; he's being constantly teased. Poor dragon has to put up with so much affection and teasing! Perhaps some love-making is in order, and maybe, just maybe, it's enough to reciprocate the sweetness he's being offered in turn?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

Warnings!

sexual content, sexual insinuations, size kink, dom!neuvillette, implied sub!reader, implied fem!reader, reader is implied to be married with neuvillette, implied height difference, semi-public sex, office sex, monster fucking(?), dragon neuvillette, double penetration, mature content not suitable for minors or audiences below the age of eighteen.

Character Pairing! Neuvillette x Fem! reader Characters Included! Neuvillette Series! Genshin Impact Classification! Smut THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD !!

Ah, you and your antics at it again.

Pocky.

Of all things in the world. Of course you'd try and tempt the Iudex of Fontaine with Pocky.

Had you not learned your lesson, truly? How many times must he reprimand you for interrupting his important work for such mundane and irregular activities you could engage in at a more proper time and space?

A shame, truly; you'd come dressed so beautifully lascivious when you presented yourself to him. It made him frown, thinking of the Melusines guarding his office who saw you walk by in such a suggestive manner. Could you not have spared them and waited for him to come home?

Unacceptable, he thinks to himself. Devilish, he murmurs, as you walked inside.

To interrupt his highly valued work for a treat? .. How unruly.

Alas, he couldn't complain. Not right now, when you felt so good, gasping, squirming and writhing beneath him, whining with your thighs pressed up to your heaving chest as he slowly penetrated you, making sure you absorbed every tiny, tingling sensation, ensuring you were alright as you sobbed.

Perhaps you should be glad the Hydro Dragon had arranged for the walls of his office to be soundproof a few months ago. You'd pity the Melusines if they were to hear the venereal sounds that were to come out of both you and Neuvillette.

The dragon slowly slid himself inside you, the tip of his other member already with a ring of pre-cum as it rubbed your folds messily. The usually stoic, gentle Iudex now had a lack of regards for propriety and neatness, drinking in your soft mewls and desperate moans as you trembled beneath him.

You were so tiny, so very small in comparison to him. It almost made you look pathetic with how big he was. You still remembered it - being pushed down and only feeling the abnormally large bulge of your husband only slightly grinding down on you, only feeling your heartbeat race as he undressed.

You knew by now how he was usually in bed - gentle, sweet, cautious. A soft-hearted, caring partner who put your needs first before his own. Yet most, if not all of that, seemed to be suppressed in this moment, where you found yourself fully exposed, forced to stare as you watched your beloved stretch your walls to accommodate to only just one of his cocks.

And speaking of the other one, you only kept squirming more because it kept rubbing, creating friction against your folds, causing you to quiver. The motion was slow and painful, yet the movement of him entering you also tingled you with brief flicks of pleasure.

Sliding further deeper inside with greater speed, he earned from you a sudden, sharp whine.

"A-ah!.. 't's, too m-much," you gasp consequentially, shuddering, feeling him slightly twitch inside of you. Yet the Iudex only hushes you, caressing your lips with slender fingers as he only slides in deeper, ensuring you've taken all of his length.

"You'll be alright," he reassures, and you can't help but question just how he remains so stone-faced whilst he adjusts to how tight you're squeezing him, your wetness and arousal all too visible to him as he parted you.

Really, just how needy were you? For archons' sake, you were wet and ready before he had laid a finger on you.

He moves slightly, and he feels your walls tighten around him, causing a slight groan, more akin to a hiss to escape between his lips. Gods, you were so tight. How long has it been since you...-

"S' much," You whine, bringing him out of his thoughts. For crying out loud, he had barely even begun to move, let alone do half the things he had in mind for the evening.

"You'll take it," Neuvillette only huffs in his usual, monotone voice, with a few grunts emitting from him as he slowly begins to thrust, moving in and out, picking up the pace as your moans and cries increase in volume and rapidity, letting him know that you do well enjoy this.

He's pounding in you at a velocity at which you grow to no longer register, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you to the core. Your eyes squeeze shut and open slightly as your lips part, breathy moans leaving your throat.

There is not much sound in the office of the Iudex, save for the nasty noise of wet slapping of skin against skin and a mix of groans and moans. Thrust after thrust, your mind's thoughts slowly become blank, unable to think of anything, exempting how good it felt to be fucked to oblivion by none other than the Hydro Dragon Sovereign.

You could already tell your high was on its way, but as soon as you felt it come, you felt the sudden thrusts come to a stop, and you only slightly blink, gazing at Neuvillette as you see him retract. Yet it's not enough, leaving both of his members still perfectly aligned with your sensitive folds and your hole, leaving you twitching on occasion.

"Neuvi?" you manage to whimper, as you slightly yelp, feeling his large body press onto your smaller frame, his cold gaze firmly fixated onto your flushed body, cold sweat starting to line on your brows, his two members' tips slightly penetrating you.

It earns a soft whine from you, a few tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes, although not out of agony, as your brain is reduced to mush, your heart beating for a night's pleasure with the Iudex of Fontaine.

"Silence, if you would," hearing your whine, the Iudex replies sternly. "You've already interrupted me enough this evening." And you only hear an irritated sigh, before you meet his lustful gaze.

His fingers grasp your chin, slowly tilting it so that you meet his gaze, his glowing, ocean hues staring down at you. "Let me remind you once more, [Name]. What happens when you interrupt my duties as the Iudex of Fontaine?"

A mouthful, for such an intimate moment.

"I'm quite sure you aren't aware of the consequences you enlist yourself to be subject to by doing these things," The Hydro Dragon rumbles as his grip on your chin tightens.

"Or it could well be that you do not care. It seems I'll have to be the one to personally administer your punishment." His eyes narrow as he speaks.

Your eyes only faintly widen at his words, and the Iudex only smiles at that faintly, chuckling softly as his free hand trails up behind your head, slowly running through your hair, before he grips it tightly, almost in a harsh manner, contrasting the sweetness of his words.

"I do hope you know well that this night is still far from its end, ma bien-aimée. We very well have a long way to go before it culminates."

[merrinla]

Does anyone remember scenes with demons in Dragon Age? When you meet them in the Fade and they try to subdue you with illusions and moral tricks. It seems something like this was planned for the finale of BG3.

In the dialog files there are drafts of illusions that Netherbrain used against your companions. But apparently this idea was abandoned at an early stage. Illusions are not written for all companions and there is only a brief description in the files.

With the players being so close to the Netherbrain, they start to see things that shouldn't exist around them. The Netherbrain attempts to get under the skin of the player characters, digging into their weaknesses, failures, and insecurities.

Atarion |Just leave me alone, please, I beg you. No more!.| |Why will no one let me be! I can't, no more!.| Elder Brain: |Always vulnrable... ..always bent to the will of others... Pathetic| |No no no NO!|

Gale |At the precipice of the end. We have front row seats at least.| Narrator: |Gale's chest begins to glow.| |See you on the other side.| Elder Brain: |three... TWO ...one...|

Halsin |Everything...burning. Life is but meaningless...hopeless...| |There's no point to any of this. Let is all burn, burn, burn, burn...| Elder Brain: |All consuming... PERFECTION ...perfect design...|

Lae'zel |I try and try. Nothing. I failed everyone, to be casted out.| |I should just succumb to this tadpole. I am worthless.| Elder Brain: |the right choice... THE ONLY CHOICE ...listen...|

Shadowheart |I'm so sorry, so sorry...| Elder Brain: |haha... HA... ..pathetic... HAHAH| Narrator: |A figure that looks a lot like Shadowheart is knelt over and sofly crying, holding something close to her chest.| Narrator: |She turns her attention towards you, now in clear view of the object in her hand. The head of her father lost in a vacant gaze.| Elder Brain: |lost to shadow... ..WEAK... BETRAYER!| |She returns to looking at the head, gently brushing her fingers upon its cheek.|

Wyll |When will this nightmare end.| Narrator: |Piles of dead Tiefling children lay round this phantom Wyll's feet. His face is draped in misery.| |I was supposed to be a hero. Blade of Frontiers, what a farce.| Elder Brain: |...Heroes... Aspirational... ...Pointless...| |I should be damned to the hells. No more of this.|

[maidragoste]

Mistake

Age up!Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader (Daeron's twin sister)

Summary: Your encounter with Jacaerys has consequences and now you are pregnant with his bastard in the middle of the war.

Part two of “I miss you”

A/N: Honestly Jacaerys doesn't appear in this but I promise he will in the next part. The next part will probably be the last and I'll try not to take as long as it takes to post this one (I had most of these written months ago but every time I had to continue writing it made me sad for Reader). Finally, I hope you like it 🥰🥰💞💞

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

At first, you didn't find it strange when your moon blood didn't come. The truth has never been regular. It had happened to you before that it didn't come for a month and the other it did, that's why you didn't worry. But when another moon passed and your sheets were still clean, you began to fear that you were pregnant. Your fears were confirmed when you started having nausea and vomiting in the mornings. You didn't even have time to come up with a plan because your servants went to tell your mother about your condition and she soon appeared in your chambers with the maester.

"Princess, you are pregnant" the maestre confirmed what you already knew.

"Is there no chance of getting rid of the child?" Alicent asked, taking you by surprise.

"Mother!" you screamed in horror and with tears in your eyes. You knew your mother would be furious but it never occurred to you that she would force you to get rid of the baby.

"I'm afraid, your grace, that if we give her the moon tea there is a chance that the princess will not be able to have children in the future."

"Thank you, master. You may retire,” Alicent said and the man gave you a pitying look before leaving.

Once they were alone, you got on your knees and took your mother's hands "Sorry, mother" you apologized through tears, it hurt to see the disappointment on her face, she had never looked at you like that before "Sorry. Sorry, sorry ”you repeated trembling and kissed her hands. You expected some comfort, a caress on the cheek, or even a touch on the hair but nothing. She just kept looking at you. You would have always been the apple of her eye along with Helaena but now you were trouble.

You apologized for letting her down, and for failing her and your brother. You knew that you were an important piece in the war, you were a dragon rider and with your hand, they could win the support of some important house but now no one would marry you while you were pregnant nor could you go to fight in your condition. You apologized because you knew that if you could go back in time you would sleep with Jacaerys again, you were selfish, you loved him.

"Mother, please say something" you begged, unable to bear her silence anymore.

Alicent released her grip and moved away from you. You bit your lip to keep from letting out a sob. You weren't used to cold treatment from your mother. But for now, it would be the only thing you would receive. For a moment you thought about your father, how he would react if he were alive, he would probably be furious too but you thought that the moment he saw you cry he would take you in his arms and tell you that everything would be fine. He would surely have broken Baela and Jacaerys' engagement so that Jace would marry you.

"You will stay in your chambers until further notice" your mother informed you, taking you out of your imagination, and she left your chambers without bothering to look at you again.

Once you were alone you burst into tears and hugged yourself. You didn't know how long you had been crying, you felt that your throat was burning and your knees were starting to hurt so you should get up or the pain would be but you didn't care. You just wanted someone by your side, you didn't want to be alone, so when you heard the door open you couldn't help but look hopeful. They were your brothers. But you felt your heart drop at the sight of Aemond. In his eye, there was nothing but fury.

"He forced you? Did he force himself on you?" asked the prince taking you by the jaw. You shook your head while the tears came out non-stop from your eyes "Tell me!" you sobbed as he increased his strength.

"I slept with Jacaerys because I wanted to" you confessed between trembling and closing your eyes to avoid seeing your brother's face. You were scared, for the first time you had Aemond do something to you. He had never acted like this with you before, you always witnessed how another was the victim of his anger but this time you were the one who disappointed him.

"Aemond, let her go" you heard your older brother's voice "She's scared"

You felt like years passed until you felt Aemond loosen his grip on her "It's okay, sister" he kissed your forehead and stood up "The bastard will pay for bringing you this disgrace"

"Aemond, what will you do?" You asked scared and wanting to follow him but Aegon took you in his arms "Aemond!" you screamed with a broken voice when you saw him leave the room.

"Don't worry, sister" said the king while you cried and clung to him "Everything will be fine, I'm going to legitimize your son"

••••••

The following months were hell for you. You never left your room. Your family did not want anyone at court to know about your condition, much less for the news to reach the Blacks. So they kept you locked in your rooms, and the only company you had were the maids but they weren't great company because they barely entered your room just to feed you and also never spoke to you, they couldn't since none of them had a tongue. Your sanity hung by a thread, exactly on the maester's visits. He was the only person you could talk to, you knew that the old man felt sorry for you because sometimes he extended the visits just so that you could talk to someone. For a while Aegon had also come to visit you, he always consoled you and distracted you, he told you some story about his drunkenness or about some gossip that you had. It didn't matter how many times you asked him about what was happening with your family, the war and Jacaerys but he never answered you. You were afraid that your questions made him angry because one day he stopped showing up.

Sometimes you prayed that your baby would look like Jacaerys because you missed him so much and longed to see his eyes again. But other times you prayed to the gods that the baby would look like you, maybe if your child is born with your hair and Targaryen eyes then your family will forgive you and let you go. For that reason, you were anxious to give birth again but at the same time, you were afraid. You were afraid of doing this alone without Jacaerys, you were afraid that something would go wrong and you would never have had a chance to say goodbye to your lover. You were afraid of dying and leaving your child alone, you didn't know what your family would do with your baby, they could kill it and Jacaerys would never know that you two had a child.

Most nights you dreamed of Jacaerys and your son. You dreamed of an excited Jace choosing a dragon egg to put in front of her son's cradle. You dreamed of Jace singing to the baby to calm him down. You dreamed of him introducing Vermax to the baby. You dreamed of the first flight of the three together. You dreamed of Jace trying to teach his son how to say “kepa” and “muña” even though his High Valyrian is terrible. You wished more than anything that one of those dreams would come true one day. But after being locked up for months you didn't think it would ever happen. If you survive the birth, you would have to raise your child alone within the four walls of your chambers. That if your family allows you after all for them your baby is a mistake.

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[monster-slxt]

A human's sole purpose in this world is to be a breeding bitch for monsters. At least that's what all humans in your kingdom are told.

From the age of 18, all humans are taken to a special establishment, where they are taught about the various different species of monsters and the best way to please them during mating.

Upon completing your training, you and several other humans are taken to the breeder center. This is where you and many other humans will be shown off to the high ranked members of society. All in hopes of being picked by one of the many wealthy nobles to be their personal breeding bitch.

It's an honor to get shown off at the auctions and not just put in the pound, only those who did exceptionally well at obedience school get to be shown off like this.

We're all cleaned up and pampered before the viewing period, bathed with sweet oils and pampered, clothed only in an expensive leather collar with our lot number so potential buyers know which human to bid on. They position us on little stages, collars leashed to the floor more in formality than anything, they know we won't try anything.

The first hour or so is viewing only. Hosts lead wealthy monsters of all shapes and sizes around the extravagant room, pointing out our best qualities to potential owners. It's hard not to squirm under so many eyes, but I've been trained well. A drider dressed in fine silks and gold asks something to her groups host, who promptly reaches out and pinches my exposed clit hard enough to make me moan. The drider seems impressed, her eyes lingering on me as the group walks away.

It's so hard not to whine and beg for attention as the guests talk about me like I'm not even there. Especially as I get wetter and wetter listening to how my potential new masters would treat me, which only gets more people talking about me. The cute little human, so desperate to be owned and bred by a monster. I quickly loose track of how many times I'm visited over the viewing period, there's just so many potential owners here- of all different kinds too. A couple orcs, a pack of werewolves looking for a new toy, some minotaurs and centaurs, even a few dragons.

Finally, though, it's time for the bidding to start and the guests are taken away for a meal while the humans are taken backstage. We'll be auctioned off one by one, a last chance to gain interest and get more money for the training center. My lot number puts me around the middle of the pack, so it'll be a while before I'm on stage. Even with all my training it's soo hard to wait, I'm so horny from the viewing period but I know I'm not allowed to touch without permission.

In the end there was a bit of a bidding war over me, though the stage lights meant I couldn't make out who-or what- exactly bought me in the end. I'm so nervous, so excited as I'm taken off stage to meet my new owners. My heart is pounding, evidence of my arousal dripping down my legs. The handler leads me towards one of the minotaurs who seemed especially interested in me, exchanging pleasantries with my new owner and handing off my leash without a word to me.

[yanderes-galore]

May I request platonic yandere Helaena Targaryen with yandere-daze's prompts 3, 12, and 79? For the plot, these prompts made me think of a childhood friend of Helaena's being her darling... maybe darling's guardians sense something's up with the friendship and try to put a stop to it - and Hel is not having it, maybe she enlists Dreamfyre to help ensure that she won't be separated from her friend...

🕊️ anon

Sure, I'll try! I'm a bit upset she isn't given much personality in the show... but I'll try my best! For drama, you are Rhaenyra's child and a Strong near the age of Jace (16/17) Not fully proofread, forgive me for mistakes. Plot may be a bit everywhere but I had a vision I guess.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Platonic! Helaena Targaryen Prompts 3, 12, 79

“They tried to take you away from me! I had to do something!”

“Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be alright.”

“Don’t be scared. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Forbidden friendship, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Swearing, Kidnapping, Targcest briefly mentioned (Aegon II and Helaena), Dragon murder, Possible OOC Helaena, Forced companionship.

Your friendship was already problematic. After all, your mothers never liked one another due to recent events. Despite such a thing... a wonderful friendship bloomed between you and Helaena.

Helaena has always been eccentric, rambling on and on about strange cryptic sayings. Despite this you never judged the girl unlike her siblings. That... and Helaena never judged you.

You were not blind to what you were. Like Jace, you knew you were a bastard. However, Helaena never held that against you.

Even if your mothers didn't particularly enjoy you being so attached to one another, neither of you cared. Helaena only ever wished to chat with you and her dragon, Dreamfyre. You two were attached to the hip.

Which is why it began to anger Helaena when you were going to be separated from her.

Alicent didn't want you near Helaena anymore. Aegon and Aemond already were causing enough trouble with your siblings. So... to "spare" her daughter, you were to be sent back to Rhaenyra upon your dragon's back.

Helaena pleads and begs her mother to let you stay. She doesn't want to raise her and Aegon's kids without you. She doesn't want her best friend to go.

Things only get worse when Aemond's dragon, Vhagar, kills Luke. When the Dance of The Dragons begins, Helaena dreads the idea of letting you go.

So... she doesn't.

Behind her mother and Aegon's back, Helaena takes Dreamfyre and takes you away.

On your way home on your own dragon, Helaena sabotaged you. Similar to Aemond and Luke, she attacked you on your way home. By the time you woke up... you were in a cell and your dragon gone.

In her eyes, this was the best decision! Even though Aegon showed distaste towards Helaena using Dreamfyre to abduct you... he lets her do as she wishes. Having a captive might be good for the upcoming war.

However, even though you're in a cell... Helaena doesn't view your abduction as such a thing.

In her eyes... she's simply bringing her friend back to where they belong... with her.

---

“Shhh please be quiet. Everything will be alright.” Helaena whispers to you, holding you tightly to her chest. You shake against her, your chains rattling against the cold stone of your cell. You just wanted to go home... seven hells, you wanted to be away from the war.

"Where's my dragon!?" You panic, only to have Helaena shush you softly. She doesn't answer at first... but her pained look tells you everything.

Your dragon's dead by Dreamfyre's claws... but it's unknown if Helaena ordered such a thing.

“... Don’t be scared. I don’t want to hurt you.” Helaena coos, pulling you tighter against her. She lays her head on yours... yet your shaking doesn't stop. "I do hope Dreamfyre didn't harm you... I tried to make sure she was careful. Your dragon, however..."

There's another agonizingly long silence between you. You begin to feel yourself cry, Helaena wiping away your tears. You didn't want her comfort.

"Since I was young mother tried to separate you from me, she said you weren't true Targaryen." Helaena hums. "I don't care what she thinks... or what your mother thinks... I think you're meant to be here with me."

"In a cell?" You bring up, Helaena stiffening for a moment. "In a cell, captured by The Greens, with my dragon dead?"

“They tried to take you away from me! I had to do something!” Helaena snarls a bit. Her anger gets the best of her for just a moment before the dreamer calms herself down. "I couldn't let you leave me... Aegon won't mind... in fact he ignores me, and I won't let mother touch you!"

"This... doesn't feel like you, Helaena." You hiccup, only for Helaena to frown and hold you tighter.

"Time changes the best of us... it's about time I fight to get what I want." Helaena mutters bitterly. "I'm tired of political ties telling me who I can and can not speak with... since birth we played together..."

Helaena pulls away to cup your face in her hands. She rubs your cheeks affectionately. Her eyes are dark... yet at the same time, adoration shines within them.

"Since birth we were meant to be beside each other like siblings, my dear friend..." Helaena smiles.

"Nothing will take you away from me... not with Dreamfyre by my side."

[sorcerous-caress]

AAHHH thank you thank you for answering my tiefling ask! Ardour is a pleasure! Could you write some more on him? Maybe about his fantasys?

Top 5 🔥HOTTEST🔥 fantasies that tiefling guys😈 keep secret from you😲? (GONE WRONG😱) (GONE SEXUAL!!🥵)

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I'm happy you liked him, I'd love to talk more about him.

Worship kink / switch

He doesn't want to admit how much he admires humans in secret. All your beautiful inventions, the soul moving art and breathtaking architecture.

The temples you build for your gods that made all other races' temples obsolete in comparison. Humans are in high demand when it comes to the heavens. They make the most devoted paladins, the most overzealous clerics. The bread and butter of the whole holy ordeal, genuinely believing in the cause and ready to throw their life away for it.

Humans devotion is no joke, it outweights stars in its mass at times.

Ardour wants it all.

Dreams of it, fantasies about it. How docile and obedient you'd look kneeling before his throne, wearing the best armour with the most beautiful carvings. While at night you'd be clad in sinful outfits, silk barely hiding your intimate parts as you await him at his chambers.

Sadly, this isn't the medieval ages, and he can barely afford rent, let alone real silk.

No, he has his stupid lectures where stupid human professers passively explain lessons while he pays zero attention, getting distracted whenever they bend over or unbutton the top of their blouse.

It's so stupid. He has demon blood in him! He shouldn't be getting scolded for missing another assignment. They should be kneeling at his feet!

Yet humans hold all the authority positions in all cities. Human leaders, political figures, and army commanders. They have expanded so much that there is no corner on this earth where you could run to without bumping into a human thinking they can order you around.

What he hates the most, is that he's into it. As much as he dreams about being the one wearing the crown, the aching between his legs whenever he imagines you keeping him on a leash tells another story.

Fuck your kind is so cool. How did you come up with all of those ideas? How are you this creative? So brave and adventurous...so...preveted and ready to fuck anything with self awareness. Letting orcs breed you, allowing dragons to use your like fleshlights, seducing assimars and demons alike.

Why does he feel the need to please you whenever you're around? Why does he feel lesser and below you? Why does he enjoy it so much?

The way he scurries to fetch you a drink whenever you even hint at being thirsty, the way he priorities you over his studies and immediately asnwers your calls/texts.

He wants to be the dangerous tiefling making the naive human desperate for his attention, how the fuck did he end up being the one wrapped around your finger?

He failed a couple of exams when you booty dialled him at 3AM. because you were horny and even the thought of refusing felt like sin scorching his throat.

It annoys him.

All thoughts leave his brain the second you open the door, wearing nothing but a shirt, which makes the overpriced Uber ride here actually worth it.

It's like a switch flips in his brain and he immediately wants to serve you. Let him taste you, please please let him eat you out. He'll beg and cry if you want, he needs his sharp teeth biting up your thighs right now or he will lose his mind.

Ardour's mouth is the first to betray him in every scenario. Every lewd thought and preveted desire is spoken out loud between mouthfulls of cum he swallows down. Exposing how much he kept leaking in his pants during the ride here just by thinking about you, fisting his cock while describing how he saves every selfie you send him for jerk off material.

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Degrading your kind, saying all humans are nothing but dumb sluts who need to learn their place whilst he's on his knees, grinding against your leg.

You pull him by the horns to shut him up by pushing his mouth against your wet heat.

Foot fetish

This one ties to the worship kink.

Is he ashamed of the fact a footjob gets him cumming in record time? Yeah, a lot actually.

But his brain doesn't have the capability of shame when he gets to kiss your ankles, forked tongue licking up and down your leg. The humiliation of the act itself is its biggest appeal to his libido, arousal pooling inside him as he holds your foot between his claws and digs against the skin.

Part of him wants to eat you alive. Gnaw at your flesh and bite to the bone of your meaty leg.

Fuck why are humans so plump?

So he settles for a taste, a show of submission. Your ankle is his favourite part to pay attention to, it's so fragile and easy to break. It's one of the weakest parts of the human body.

Each time he has his mouth on it, he can picture it crystal clear.

Biting down.

The crunching sound.

The fantasy makes him whimper against your feet, sucking harder on your skin. Lifting your leg up and kissing the sensitive area at the underside of your knee where the skin is the most sensitive. With each graze of his razor teeth against it, your heart skips a beat as primal fear mixes with arousal.

Ardour also likes the rough feeling of your heel grinding between his legs, be it you applying pressure on it or him grabing your foot and forcing it against his cock.

The leaking cum dripping down on your foot, leaving it all sticky and messy as he gets off on the disgusted look on your face. Looking down at him like he's an idiot, like he's a filthy fiend beneath you. He's tempted to lick the cum off of your foot clean just to be degraded more for how disgusting he is.

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Does he have a folder on his phone exclusive to pictures of your bare legs? Of curious he does Doesn't.

Public sex

Despite all the loser stereotypes he falls under, he's actually someone who enjoys being in public.

...maybe a bit too much.

What matters is that he scoffs at the anti-social virgin incels who stay glued to their computer all day. No shit they can't find a date if they're busy gooning it out to pornbots on twitter, maybe touch some grass and get some bitches?

Is what he says when he goes out and attempts to flirt with humans in the area after paying for a full course flirting tutorial from a pick-up artist, watching a sigma motivational video on youtube, and asking for advice on reddit, in that order.

He fails. A lot.

After he scores you, it feels better than wining the lottery as he swears up and down that it was all the effort and lessons which helped him, definitely not just you taking pity on a rando in a dating app.

At least he stopped approaching strangers now. Other humans are hot duh, but he's not going to fucking fumble this bag by even insinuating he's interested in anyone other than you.

Even if another human approaches him, no thank you. He is locked on, he has you now, and the world will have to claw you out of his cold, dead hands!

So now, he brings you to the public instead. He can't afford expensive restaurants, so your dates consist of fast food joints, the park and...campus library? He has a subscription card there that he wants to use before it expires.

The dates start off as innocent enough, but you can't help but feel his glances increasing in frequency the more time goes on.

His touches start to linger. Ardour's tail swishing around before he suddenly wraps it around his leg as he stiffens.

He's getting hard in public.

It's just...you're sitting here all beautiful in front of him, how is he supposed not to get turned on?

Especially when all the other humans who pass by give the two of you a second look. They know you're with a tiefling from the way he's possessively sticking to your side. Ardour thinks about how they know you're together, fuck what if they imagine you two fucking? Everyone in here knows he's getting you gasping under him in bed.

At least in his brain.

"A tiefling and a human, how scandalous...for you."

"They probably think you're a whore for dating a fiend you know? Humans never liked my kind."

"My bite marks are still visible on your neck..come on don't hide them. I want others to see."

"That one scowled at me. Ha, she probably wonders if I'm manipulating you into sleeping with me."

You either take him to a bathroom and fuck him, or he'll start getting more bolder and shameless in front of everyone.

He won't fucking shut up.

Now the librarian is giving the two of you nervous glances.

Oh, he will take it as far as he can. Last time, his tail was busy flicking against your sensitive heat under the table while you struggled to order food. Another time, he was bold enough to pull you into his lap in the middle of the park, squeeze and fondle your chest while biting your neck.

Being seen in the public with you does something to his brain and makes it leak braincells alongside his regard for the law.

It's like it's his life mission to prove every bad stereotype about tieflings right, out of spite. Each time an elderly couple of elves scowl at him hugging you, he wants to fuck you in front of them and show them that there is nothing they can do.

They can think of him as filthy as they want, they can paint him to he a sinful devil as much as they want. Because. They. Can't. Do. Shit.

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You chose him with all of his suppoded filth and sins. You chose to be with him and he wants to show the whole world how this human is willingly letting a tiefling fuck them, how humanity still repeats its mistakes of playing with fire.

The tree huggers should stay busy clutching their pearls and not get near his human.

Blood kink

....listen he doesn't mean to have that one. Like he genuinely doesn't even know why he has it, he's not even into any extreme kinks-

Okay that's just a bunch of lies.

You had a nosebleed one time, and he purposely was late in getting a tissue so it'd trickle down your lips and chin. He came back eventually but refused to hand it to you.

Instead, he dapped it under your nose while licking the blood up your chin and lapping at your lips. The metallic taste went down his throat like ambrosia as his tongue slipped between your lips, making you taste your own life essence.

His tail curled around you, clawed hands pulling you against him as the tissue fell to the ground. Blood dripping down again and mixing with the kiss Ardour's melting into.

You tasted as divine as he imagined. Some demons do enjoy the taste of souls. He's just a tiefling, so he doesn't have the faintest idea how to get one, let alone eat it, but your blood held a hint of life in it.

He's not going to drink your blood. He's not some vampire. Actually, he thinks he might need to visit emergency care if he does it.

It's just that he always wondered why infernal pacts were signed with blood. Why names were carved into flesh, why the hells had this obsession with the souls of the living.

But oh, now he understands.

He won't bite you. He's too much of a scaredy cat for that. Lowkey he thinks all humans are fragile things, and if he breathes too hard in your general direction, then you might collapse.

But if you happened to get a papercut, a nose bleed, a scrapped knee.

He's more than happy to be of assistant.

Lapping up at the wound with his forked tongue, moaning against your flesh as he savours the taste of your life escaping your vessels. Into him.

Fuck it's going inside him, he's literally taking your life.

Oh he's just being so mean, isn't he? He shouldn't do that to poor humans, he shouldn't find your taste this appealing.

The bloodline of Beelzabul pumps through his heart.

A beat

Faster

And faster.

He wants to eat you.

He won't. He can't. It's weird. Blood is gross.

But he is gross. He is already filthy and a creep, he's already labeled a sinner.

So why not worship at your shrine for forgiveness? He will grovel for repentance as much as you want, let you grind down on his cock with your heel as much as you like.

Just let him keep lapping at your wounds like a dog until they close and heal. Let him indulge in the heritage he should be ashamed of.

He is so so weak and the call of your flesh is so so sweet.

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Horn pulling

Ardour is someone who takes extreme care of his horns. Like most tieflings, It's his pride and joy.

Various accessories to match his outfits, polishing and shining them to bring out their vibrant colours. He especially puts in more effort after the two of you start hanging out because of your clear affinity for them.

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So why would he let anyone pull them? Isn't that counterproductive?

Have you ever built a wooden brick tower just to tear it down?

A sandcastle for the waves to wash away?

A beautifully wrapped present to tear open?

Just like you keep having to replace the clothes he keeps accidentally tearing with his claws from excitement, he too keeps making his horns presentable for you to ruin them time after time.

Starting slow, circling your fingerpads around the sharp tips. Squeezing it between your thumb and pointer and watching him shudder. Flicking it as his eyes go wide from the delicious vibration running down.

Wrapping your soft human hand around it, so chubby in comparison to his boney rigged hand. Feeling up and down his horns, giving him the pretense of safety as he fully embraces what's about to come.

You tighten your fist around it, tapping your nail against its hard surface.

A rough tug follows.

Ardour takes a sharp breath as his knees shake on the floor, his face buried in your lap with his arms wrapping under your knees.

You could go for hours and pull all kinds of embarrassing sounds out of him. Make him sing beautifully with his moans and whimpers as you sit dignified on the couch, toying with his horns while he's becoming a mess below.

It gets him to become loud in bed too, whenever he's drunk on the feeling of your insides squeezing his cock and you harshly pull on his horns. He's baring his teeth and looking feral at you, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as you see the clear signs of hunger in his wide firely pupils amdist the black cornea.

You know he won't hurt it, you, but it's hard to convince your human instincts of that fact when his teeth look sharper than any scalpel. When he's slamming himself inside you of body like it's his only purpose.

When he won't stop babbling about how much of a puny human you are. Weak and helpless in comparison to him. How you either have a death wish or secretary are as much of a freak as he is to allow another species to fuck you like this.

You know his kind could devour you? The bad reputation of tieflings didn't fall out of the fucking sky for no reason. Every rumour held an ounce of truth in it.

All the stories they told you about the corruption bad evil race, the scary horned demon decadents.

Ardour's tail wrapping around to fit insides your wet hole, fucking you alongside his cock as you clench around it.

"Keep your grip on my horns, human. If you let go again, I might just eat you."

Sending you over the edge, tugging at his horns through your orgasm with desperation as his thrusts stutter from the intense way your insides spasm.

Pouring himself inside you, hot liquid filling you up as his tail slithers out of your used hole. Sticky and covered in his own cum.

He doesn't pull out. Intense gaze meeting your own as the tip of his tail nudges your lips, urging you to lick his mess up.

"Please." He pleads, all powerful a second ago and now nothing but meak and desperate. "Please, I want you to taste me....us. both of us."

Looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars, how could you refuse?

Collapsing on top of you afterwards. Cock being warmed by your insides and plugging you full. Ardour cuddles you closer, littering kisses up your neck.

He thanks you for being with him, letting him do this. Treating him...with warmth. The hells fire runs through his veins, and yet you're the warmest thing he has ever felt.

Falling asleep together, holding you tightly during the night.

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Some fluffy facts to balance things out

Wonders how humans function without tails for balance or horns. Says your kind is clumsy because of it so it's his job to catch you if you trip.

If you meet another tiefling, you'd realise how much of an edgelord he is in comparison to how chill they are. He denies it and says all tiefling should be like him and stop pandering to humans by pretending to be goody two shoes. He says that while sitting with numb legs because his cat is sleeping on his lap and he refuses to move.

Actually, he knows infernal. It's a little broken, but he's trying his best between all the late night studying he has to do for his tests. His dream is to get a matching tattoo with you in infernal. Definitely tries using it during sex but gets embarrassed from his bad pronunciation and stops.

He loves human Halloween and thinks it's the best holiday ever. Who gives a shit about the pissed vampires saying it's weird for the humans to dress up like them? Really wants to do matching outfits with you.

On that note, you can easily convince him to cosplay. He had an anime phase as a teen but forced himself to stop in order to get into the "alpha sigma" mindest for college and pull cute humans.

Flames people in online games and is generally a very bad teammate, gets banned frequently. If you play with him, he becomes worse because he tries to show off to you but ends up ruining everything.

Thinks porn is for losers. he doesn't see anything wrong with having a folder of your saved selfies to jerk off to. Hey, it's not porn! At least his brain isn't rotted like those weirdos on human fetish forums.

What do you mean how does he know what that is? Uh...don't worry about it.

He's banned anyway.

But the idiots forgot to ban his alt so.

Actually watches the tiktoks you send him. Yes all of them.

his own fyp is filled with work 24/7 grindest ones that he secrelty hates but thinks they help him. Watching the entertaining ones you send him is actually the most fun he has on the app.

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I'm sorry.

[mlmxreader]

My Best Ally | Aragorn x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ “You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.”With Aragorn please ❞

: ̗̀➛ Aragorn has an alliance with the general of an army, although it isn't just politics

: ̗̀➛ blood, injury, war, violence

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There was no surrender, and there was no way that withdrawal would work either; the flap of the coat of arms flew high above you, displaying a great red dragon with claws as big as mountains and teeth as harsh as sunlight. There was only one thing to do - drive them through the hills, and out of your lands.

Just as your ancestors had done for years, it was now down to you to follow in their footsteps; it was down to you to ensure that the white flag with a red cross never took over. You would die before seeing your countrymen perish to those dogs.

Drawing your sword, you turned to your men, and took a harsh breath.

"This is the killing field!" You bellowed. "This is where we show them no mercy! Ride with the wind!"

They cheered, although you clenched your jaw in a vain attempt to stop your heart from hammering in your chest; with an absent hand, you reached up and touched the small chunk of metal around your neck.

The small necklace that Aragorn had given you, inscribed with an old elven saying, was always around your neck when you went to battle.

The men fell into line in their respective battle positions; cavalry at the front, archers at the back. All wearing bright red armour made from dense dragon scales.

They were never fearful of what may come, knowing that if the battle was lost then those bearing the white and red flag would take over everything; they would flood villages and ban the language, outlaw and violently suppress the culture and traditions. They would not allow the land of the dragon to flourish and thrive.

Your men could not afford to be scared.

"Ride them down!" You called out, getting up on your horse with a huff. "Hunt them until the last man!"

It was true that your battle tactics were always less than merciful; you always left one man alive to go back and warn his countrymen, and he was always on the brink of death.

If he refused, his horse would be sent back, dragging his body as his shoulder blades were forcibly pushed up and out of his skin, and they would always find rats feasting inside his stomach.

You were very good at breaking the enemy's will.

You charged with the cavalry, herding the enemy lines into a small circle so that they were completely rounded up with no escape; you liked to watch them beg for their lives with fear in their eyes as they dropped to their knees.

As they surrendered, you gave the order, and they perished.

But while the rest of your men stood tall as they marched home, you did not; you gave word to your right-hand, telling him to look after the group, before heading towards the woods.

You left your horse at the edge, and felt relief wash over you the second you stepped onto the mossy ground.

"Aragorn!" You called as you wandered down to the little bridge, taking a seat and letting your legs dangle over the edge as you waited.

He was never very long, always running out of some of the bushes before smiling and letting out a quiet laugh. "You lived."

"As always," you nodded, waiting for him to sit down before you rested your head on his shoulder. "Good thing about dragonscale armour - you don't get killed."

Aragorn laughed softly, although his eyes soon caught the spatters on your armour. "Did you get hurt?"

"It isn't my blood," you whispered. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come to see you before-"

"It's alright," he murmured. "You seem tired."

"It seems the more they try to take our lands, the more tired I become," you started, "it's difficult, disgusting work... slaughtering them like cattle... but we are only trying to stop them from destroying our land."

"I know," Aragorn nodded slowly, letting his hand rest on your thigh as he cleared his throat. "One day, they will sings of you."

"I sure hope not," you laughed quietly. "I do not want to be remembered."

"You have no choice," he mused. "You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die. I will never let you be forgotten."

"Now you're just rubbing it in," you joked.

He gave your thigh a little shake as he hummed. "You know, the woods are whispering again."

"Really?" You asked. "What is it this time?"

"They say that there is a war coming," he explained, "and that your lands will have to unite with the rest of Men in order to save the world."

"I would do it on one condition," you admitted.

"Which is?"

"It would be under your banner," you told him plainly. "You have my alliance, Aragorn, just as you have my heart. If you want my men, you will have them - but only under your banner."

He nodded slowly. "I hope it does not come to it."

"As do I," you breathed out. "But you know as well as I do that the woods are not wrong. Can't you feel it? Something... brewing."

He nodded slowly, chewing at the inside of his lip. "I feel it. But where there is anxiety, there is hope."

You extended your hand to him. "If you shall ever need an ally, promise you will call upon me."

He held your hand tightly, kissing your knuckles. "Always. You are my ally in every way, General."

You nodded curtly, daring to smile at him. "And you are mine, Ranger."

He smiled back, licking his lips. "Shall we walk?"

Slowly, you stood up with him, and linked your arm with his. "I might be a little slow, today..."

"I'm aware," he whispered. "You are fresh from battle, I wouldn't expect differently."

"Thank you," you told him softly. "Really, Aragorn, thank you."

"Anything," Aragorn insisted. "Anything that I can do for you, I will, always. You are, after all, my best and favourite ally."

[crystcrm]

Hiii!! Today marks the eventful return of Bones Anon. The last thing you wrote for me was absolutely fucking fantastic I still keep going back to read it!!

I see you've been writing a lot of genshin lately but I've never played that game so I am going back to Pokemon.

I want to steal Raihan's big hoodie so fucking bad. I just think it would be so comfy. I know I can buy one irl but I'm a broke bitch™ and it's usually too hot to justify wearing a sweater where I live.

So, if you're willing to write it, perhaps a nice little fic of Raihan discovering his bf enjoys snatching his hoodie? And deciding that he is very willing to go without his signature hoodie just to let him wear it.

Bonus points for fluffy shenanigans w/ Raihan teasing the reader and the reader snarking right back?? Just two smug bastards being smug to eachother (affectionately)

Bonus bonus points if reader is also tall as fuck and the hoodie actually fits them, because I see a whole lot of short reader and I want more rep for my lanky ass!! /j

Anyways thank u in advance I think ur cool as fuck

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wahoo !! hello hello, bones anon ! ♡♡

truth be told, i already wrote this a long time ago, a while after i first saw it, but my uploading motivation went down the drain >< i've mostly been lurking on tumblr a lot and reading loads of things, but today i am here to do this ask justice by sifting in my docs and pouring out what you've asked for!

never steal from a dragon, but i'll do it anyway! ;; raihan x male reader

contents ;- fluff , sfw , established romantic relationship , tall reader ! , playful banter , please do not leave the stove unattended while cooking ^^;

proofread by @elvenxwarrior , who made sure the fic was "sufficiently british" ! ♡

Galar was peaceful these days to say the least, with Eternatus being captured and a new champion rising to the throne, there’s a lot that has changed. But it was still all the same, with beautiful days to be lived out, and a multitude of things to do. Be it befriend the Pokemon that were in the wild, or find incredible treasures on a long lasting journey. Or, perhaps, run a gym in a big city.

Morning sun rose over the streets of Hammerlocke, a beautiful city with a brilliant feel. All visitors would marvel at the architecture, from the middle aged stone walls to the historical lineage behind it. But in every city, there are homes- and today, we zoom in on a cosy little den- yours!

After much contemplation, you’ve decided to make a home in this city, for one very obvious reason.

Golden rays peeked through the blinds, day barely beginning but you’re already begging for a few more minutes in. It seems someone could agree, soft snores coming from none other than the city’s gym leader himself- Raihan, who laid next to you. His arms loosely wrapped around your body, holding you close as you could only suffer in silence, succumbing to his comforting grip paired with his almost ridiculous sleeping habits.

Perhaps it was because he dealt with dragons, or because he was always busy with something- be it training, or working out. Maybe he’s tired himself out to the point of dropping dead asleep the moment his head hits the pillow every night, or he’s swallowed too much sand in those sandstorms he conjured up in the stadium ( his mouth was always open, never shut even during those moments- it’s a wonder how he hasn’t gotten any in his lungs by now )… Or perhaps it’s only around you that he finds a moment of peace to just let go of all of his worries and simply enjoy the moment.

You weren’t exactly doing anything- you were merely just another trainer, but you were lucky enough to snatch away the heart of this untamed dragon. Perhaps, you could say that was the first thing you ever stole from him. Because you weren’t about to stop now!

Thanks to Raihan being such a deep sleeper, you easily slipped out of his hold. It was a lazy day today- the gym didn’t have to be open, but it probably wouldn’t stop your energetic boyfriend from rushing over there as soon as he got the chance. So, you decided to take it slow for now, because if it came down to it, you could definitely convince him to just relax for the day.

First matter of the day was simply getting ready, heading straight to the bathroom to take care of yourself. Morning bed hair? Fixed with a quick combing through. Smelly breath? Gone with a simple brush. Clothes?

…Clothes always proved to be the most difficult thing of the morning. What exactly would you wear today? The Hammerlocke City Gym Leader seemed to rub off on you, now taking into account what you’d wear for the day more often than not. Right now, you just stood there in your pyjamas- and that should change really quickly. But what would you wear after?

Returning to your currently shared bedroom, you glanced around as though a new sight might help jog up those brain cells to work a bit better. Well, there was the bare back of your boyfriend, a blanket barely covering him up as he found a pillow to replace your missing warmth. He had such defined muscles, yet you weren’t here to gawk. But the sight alone gave you what you thought was a brilliant idea. Your eyes scanned the room a little further, catching sight of the familiar piece of clothing on the floor of your room.

Raihan’s hoodie.

Oh, this was perhaps his own treasure that nobody has ever seen him without. Well, nobody but you of course. But now it was time for it to be stolen away- It feels just like that one series you saw before, where a group of thieves steal away one’s treasure to change their hearts! But you’re not here to change his heart of course, you’d prefer if his heart stayed yours, as yours remained his.

You spared the sleeping Raihan one last glance before smirking, immediately putting on the nice hoodie after tossing your pyjama shirt off. It fit quite nicely around you, but that was merely because you were just shy of the gym leader’s height. It was a blessing, really, because it meant you didn’t have to get on your tiptoes just to kiss him, or he didn’t have to bend down to an atrociously low level just to meet your eyes. Then again, it’s not like he isn’t used to crouching down- I mean, you’ve seen his battle stance, whenever he gets a little heated in the middle of a match. It’s a little hot, you could say, but since when is he not?

Now, it was time to carry on with your day, singing praises for your beloved boyfriend could come later!

Next came breakfast, and what better breakfast than… well, a big one? It was common for you and your boyfriend to eat your fill. After all, he needed all the energy to get through his day, and to start it all with a nice boost was great! Thankfully, your fridge was stocked with all sorts of things that you both liked, but it seemed today, the flour in your cabinets and eggs in your fridge called for you- the decision was made in your head, it’s time to make waffles! And as if that wasn’t enough, you pulled out the sausages from the freezer, and a few other things to make a not-so-lazy-but-still-kinda-lazy breakfast. At this point, could you even call it that? Oh, who gives a damn.

“ ‘tuuun…” The low rumble of a certain Pokemon sounded from below you, a beloved Appletun- your beloved Appletun, actually. It seems that she finally woke up from her own slumber, coming to check out what you were doing. Fortunately, you had just placed the kettle to brew, or else you might’ve tripped over the poor thing. Having a moment to spare, you decided to give her a little treat, and of course some much deserved pets before continuing to cook away some good breakfast.

It wasn’t until much later when a bunch of delightful smells filled your house did you hear a loud yawn from your room. It was quite obvious who it was, and you could only roll your eyes at how late he woke up. But it’s no matter, you would much prefer it this way, after all. Not long after, you finally heard his footsteps, and it was nice that he decided to actually get up and see you. You could only laugh to yourself over that, looking after a few things in the pan to make sure they didn’t burn.

“Hey, babe, have you seen my hood… ie,” that familiar voice slowly died down as he stepped right into the open space, eyes widening the best they can whilst still somewhat groggy and in much need of some more time with you. “...Stealin’ from me, ay?” A shirtless Raihan questioned, snorting a little as his eyes scanned you up and down. This was quite the unusual sight for him, but it… wasn’t unwelcome at all.

“Yer’ callin’ me a thief? I think you should check who left it lyin’ on my floor,” Your soft laughter filled the air, leaving the stove for a moment to get the hot water into a mug with a tea bag. “Tell ya’ what, I’ll trade you a cup of tea for it, eh, ehhh?” Doing your best to sound convincing, you held out the nice mug of tea to him. It was your favourite mug at that, actually, and you would never use it to serve anyone else. By your right mind, this was a mighty fine trade!

“I dunno… You still took it from me, y’know,” Raihan’s gaze sharpened momentarily, deciding that if anything, he might as well try. I mean, he’s done that a lot, trying despite many fruitless attempts. By many, you could say exactly ten.

“And I’m offerin’ something to you in return! Fair’s fair.”

“No ‘s not.”

“Yes it is.”

It was now a somewhat endless back and forth, both of you repeating the same thing as neither of you wanted to give up. Was it tiring? Not at all. You could do this all day with him. Actually, you probably did this everyday with him, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. After a moment of contemplation, you finally decided to up the deal to something he can’t refuse…

“Fine, a nice cuppa’ aaand… a kiss from yours truly..~” You hummed, wiggling your eyebrows as though that was the best deal you could ever possibly give him. And truth be told, it was. You don’t think there was ever a day that his lips didn’t touch yours, except for the days before you started dating. It was the perfect pick up for him, maybe even better than a cup of tea alone.

“Hmm, you have yourself a convincing trade offer, babe,” Raihan crossed his arms as you slowly approached with your favourite mug in hand. That sweet smile on your face was something he wanted to wipe off, but only in one specific way.

“So? Made up yer’ mind or am I keeping my lips to myself?” You questioned almost impatiently, a hand on your hip as you set the mug down on the countertop nearby. Before you knew it, he had his arms around your waist, coming up oh so close to you.

With his eyes slowly fluttering shut, Raihan leaned in. He’s memorised everything, from how long it takes to get his lips to yours, to how to fit his arms around you.

“Takin’ my kiss first,” He proclaimed right before dipping his head down a little, his lips meeting yours. It was sweet and tender, just like any other time. Sure, he was wild and maybe a little reckless at times, but when you were in his arms, he found a way to let himself soften up a bit. He loved you to bits, after all.

Your arms wound around him in return, savouring the lovely morning you were having. It was a great day already, especially with the delicious view you were having. Soon your hands wandered a little, and you could feel him chuckle against your lips.

“Hands off the merchandise,” his eyes fluttered open with a soft laugh, followed by a mischievous snicker of your own when he swatted away your hands. “Greedy lil’ bugger,” He added, but you both knew that you were his greedy lil’ bugger.

“Oh, you know you love it,” You rolled your eyes, laughter definitely a bit too loud for the morning, but you couldn’t care less.

Raihan grabbed his tea, pretty much gulping it down despite the lack of sugar in it. It was already a bit cold, so there’d be no use in putting in any anyway. “I love it just as much as I like you in that, y’know,” the gym leader commented, eyes sweeping up and down your figure once again in the most obvious manner. He just really wanted you to know that he was checking you out, because goddamn, he’s wondering why he didn’t lend you any of his spare hoodies before this. “Guess I can go without the hoodie for the day.”

“Oh, for real?” Almost amused, you had to just make sure. Raihan simply nodded again, coming up to sneak an arm around your waist once more as he pressed his lips to your head and–

Click!

“Oi–?!” The sound of the shutter going off meant only one thing. Your head turned, whipping around to see Raihan’s Rotom phone flying behind you as it just took a picture. That sneaky lil-

“Aaand posted!” The gym leader chuckled as he dove in once more, pressing another quick kiss to your cheek. “And that’s another two kisses I stole from you, heh,” He snickered away, quietly shutting off any notifications from the post he just uploaded. He’ll deal with people questioning that he’s not single later, when he’s done messing with his lovable boyfriend.

“What the ‘ell!?” You weren’t mad at all, really, but you were really bewildered by the fact that he just did that. You expected many things, but that was not one of them.

“Ha! Look at yer’ face right now..!” He laughed a little more, before pulling out something that his silly brain could come up with. “Don’t be mad now, darling,” he paused, the nickname that he calls you when he likes to tease slipping past his lips. “Just wanted to show the world that I’m not on the market, y’know. Because someone stole my hoodie and… my heart.”

Oh, well, there was another thing you didn’t expect. Sure, you two had your playful little fights every now and then, but Raihan never failed to be smooth when he needed to be, and it always left you a little speechless.

“I… you… wh–”

But before you could actually get any words out, an annoying beep resounded from over the stove. You turned over to check and…

Shit.

Well, there goes breakfast.

Now you had to scramble over and salvage what you can, and being a wee bit of a useless bugger himself, Raihan simply stood there and laughed it off. Oh, he’ll see who’s laughing when you decide to ‘‘steal’’ from him again.

[marth-garhengi]

Things I Want From DA: Veilguard That I Know We Won't Get:

These are almost all things DAI did poorly. Though I cannot stress enough that I love ALL the DA games, nothing is perfect...

- Kill Moves

Kill moves in DAO were amazing and there were only like 10. Worst decision by DA2's dev team was not to add them. Who the hell doesn't want to see their characters doing a sweet finishing move to round out a tough fight, in ANY game?? Ragdoll in RPGs sucks and always has, Killmove Supremacy forever (for all classes, not just melee!)

- Companion Tactics

It sucks that Bioware keep deciding to take great RPG elements out of their games and this one is so sorely missed. DAI dropped the ball big time by dumbing down companion tactics. It's a Party based game! I want MORE passive control over my companions, not less!!

- OG Tactical Gameplay

I can understand the thought process behind giving players the option to play tactically OR casually in DAI, but in practice both options are worse than the alternative. Having to switch Tactical on/off in the middle of combat just makes the gameplay more jarring, as opposed to the more accessible Pause Wheel style of the previous titles. It wasn't broken, it didn't need fixing.

- Unlimited Abilities

Another DAI fumble, tying into the previous point. Don't give us 300 ability points and then force us to pick only 8 that we can actively use. RPGs are great BECAUSE of the wide variety of playstyles and abilities you can choose for your characters. Slowly turning them into Gods is part of the fun! It's a reward for all the grinding and the early game slog. Much of the joy of obtaining a new skill or power is lost if you're forced to sacrifice another ability to use it, AND means you're wasting points when levelling. TL;DR for this and previous point: Combat wheel good.

- Manual Attributes

Another gripe I had with DAI that boils down to; Stop taking RPG elements out of your RPG. If the player wants to make a mage with insanely high Constitution, LET THEM. Making attribute points exclusively obtainable via passive abilites was taking a neat idea too far. Sub-point: All armor should be accessible to all classes. Attribute thresholds work.

- Less Collectathon-y

It's Dragon Age, not Banjo Kazooie. Nobody liked trekking through the hissing wastes for all those stupid shards. People realised that video games don't need a bazillion things to collect DECADES ago. Comparitively, the Astrariums were fun and engaging! A few little logic puzzles that unlock a loot cache? Good and fun. Spending hours running around grabbing little rocks in every map to unlock a loot cache? Boring and lazy addition to gameplay. Less of that forever.

- Horse Riding that doesn't Suck (Or No Horse Riding, period!)

We all played Inquisition. Enough Said.

- Arcane Warrior

Please Bioware I'm begging you to let me be a Mage with a sword again it was so fucking cool please it's all I want forever.

- Oghren

Bring back my Alcoholic Berserker Homie, he was so much fun and I love him and miss him.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[meganlpie]

You Saved Me

Based on this request:  I’m making a request for the wizarding world one shots. Could you write a romantic one shot for Cedric diggory with no angst! Could the reader somehow save Cedric from Voldemort? Thanks!

Here you are, lovely! Given the subject of the request, it was pretty impossible to not have some angst, but I don't think there's too much. *Familiar characters are not mine!*

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, reader has the Sight.

Pairings: Cedric Diggory x reader

"This is a bad idea, Cedric," you muttered as you walked with the teenage boy toward the Goblet of Fire. From the moment Dumbledore had announced the Triwizard Tournament, you had felt an unease settle over your heart. Maybe it was your intuition or your gift of Sight, but you were worried. You just knew something bad was going to happen to the Champions. To Cedric. Cedric simply gave you a charming smile. "It can't be that bad, right?" You bit your lip in worry.

*Time skip*

          It was that bad. Of course it was. Cedric was in danger time and time again during the tournament. And it had been no picnic for you either! Watching your boyfriend take on a fully grown dragon, being dragged to the bottom of the Black Lake, and having to learn how to dance so you could accompany him to the Yule Ball was too much for you. And that feeling of dread never left you the entire time. In fact it grew worse. Something bad was going to happen.

          "Cedric, please. I need you to listen to me," you pleaded. Cedric turned to you and smiled. "I am listening, love." You shook your head as anger came over you. "No you aren't! Cedric, I am telling you that something horrible is going to happen to you. Something you can't come back from!" At last, Cedric frowned. "Cedric, has my intuition ever been wrong? Please, I am begging you."

          "I can't just quit, Y/N! It's a magical contract. Besides, I need to do this for the school. Unless…you're rooting for Potter." He said it jokingly, but you were furious now. "To the devil with the school. And I don't give a fig about Harry Potter. I am worried about YOU!" As soon as you shouted the last word, you froze as you were assaulted with a vision.

          While you had been born gifted with the Sight, you rarely had visions. Your gift usually manifested in the way you felt, your intuition. When you did have visions, you knew then that  people would have to listen. So, you watched, helpless to stop it as some force you could not see sent a curse at Cedric. An agonized scream ripped from you alongside the vision of Cedric's father when you realized that Cedric was dead.

          You came out of the vision to Cedric shaking you, looking pale and frightened. "Are you alright? You were screaming," he asked with his voice laced with worry. Your entire body shook helplessly and you tried to convey what had happened. After helping you calm down, Cedric helped you to sit and rest. You caught your breath and began again.

          "You're going to die. I-I watched you die, Cedric. If you succeed in making it to the end of the third task, you will be murdered. I saw it. I felt your father's agony at losing you. I felt my own heart breaking." You met Cedric's gaze and for once, it seemed like he was finally taking your warnings seriously. He kissed your forehead. "Alright. We'll figure something out. I don't know what, but I will figure something out before the task tomorrow. I'm sorry I put you through so much pain, love." He held you until you stopped shaking.

          The next evening, you waited in the stands with all the other spectators. Cedric met your eyes and he smiled as he turned to enter the maze that held untold challenges and horrors. You hated that all you could do was wait. Your vision remained in the back of your mind, occasionally making your knees shake. Cedric had not told you of his plan, but you trusted him to do something. Anything.

          After what seemed like ages, red sparks lit up the sky. One of the champions was unable to go on. Your heart deflated a bit when you saw that it was Fleur being pulled from the maze. A while later, more sparks. Viktor this time, but something wasn't right. He didn't look like himself. Almost like he'd been cursed. Now you were even more worried for Cedric.

          Fortunately for you, another set of red sparks appeared a little bit later. You nearly cried in relief when Cedric was pulled from the maze. You ran down as quickly as you could, hearing Cedric explain to the heads of the schools that he had watched Harry disappear as soon as he laid hands on the Goblet. It had been a Portkey! When Cedric saw you, he instantly opened his arms, allowing you to collapse into him. You didn't care that he was filthy. He was alive.

          Your happy reunion with Cedric was cut short when Harry suddenly appeared, panting and bleeding. "He's back! Voldemort's back!" Your eyes met Cedric's again. Voldemort would have done anything to get to Harry, including killing anyone in his way. If Cedric had grabbed that Portkey, he'd be dead for sure just like your vision.

          In the chaos of Harry's revelation, you and Cedric were able to sneak away for a few moments. Cedric wrapped his arms tightly around you as soon as you were alone. You could feel him shaking. "You saved me, love," he whispered. You pulled back slightly to look at him and smiled. "Hopefully I never have to, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. I love you, Cedric and I want you with me for a very long time. Forever, if possible." He laughed lightly. "Forever it is. I love you, too."          

He leaned in to kiss you, only to be interrupted by a soft clearing of someone's throat. The two of you looked up to find the Weasley twins. "Oh, don't mind us," one said as they both smiled. "Yeah, just came to warn you that Rita Skeeter is looking for Cedric here." You rolled your eyes. You hated that woman. You grabbed Cedric's hand and practically sprinted to the Hufflepuff Common Room. Cedric laughter echoed behind you as you ran.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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Can you do an Otto Hightower Where the reader is Viserys and Daemon’s younger sister where she has a secret relationship with Otto. Daemon being a protective older brother. She could join in on meetings (like Rhaenyra did in the show) and they could have longing stares, secret touches, and they sneak around? Fast forward to when Viserys fires him, the Reader begs him to take her with him because she loves him but he promises he’ll return and he asks her to wait for him. Time jump to where she is older and this takes place at Laena’s funeral, they finally reunite! They could have a similar beach scene like Rhaenyra and Daemon did? Please please! I’m the dork who like characters like Otto and Tywin…

Title: We Light The Way

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Otto Hightower x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7,266

Warnings: Heated makeout sessions. Vulgar language. Age gaps. NSFW. Smut towards the end. DNI unless you are 18+. By clicking the ‘read more’ button, you are knowingly reading at your own risk. P in V (wrap it before you tap it)

Summary: Princess Y/n Targaryen, sister to Prince Daemon and sister to King Viserys, knows that her brothers turn a blind eye if she doesn’t act like their innocent baby sister. So she uses that to her advantage and sneaks around with a certain Hand of the King...

Taglist: @leniabranch (I believe you wanted to be tagged the next time I uploaded an Otto imagine)

A/N: You mentioned Tywin and now I’m curious what it would be like to write about his character... also I’m so sorry if you weren’t requesting nsfw. You mentioned Rhaenyra’s and Daemon’s scene and I got carried away. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

(I do not consent my works to be reposted/copied)

"So, I said to him, 'Well, I believe you might be looking up the wrong end.'"

The lords of the King's Council all laugh at Viserys' joke, all except Lord Corlys, of course. Princess Y/n Targaryen watches from the small crack in the doorway after having just come back from refilling the wine pitcher in hand, not yet wanting to interrupt the impending doom the Sea Snake always tries to bring attention to her brother.

"My lords," right on cue, Corlys stands up while unraveling a map, "The growing alliance among the Free Cities has taken to styling itself 'the Triarchy.' They have massed on Bloodstone and are presently ridding the Stepstones of its pirate infestation."

Viserys looks around before his eyes land back on the Sea Snake, hands absently playing with the egg from his platter, "Well, that sounds suspiciously like good news, Lord Corlys."

"A man called Craghas Drahar has styled himself the prince-admiral of this Triarchy," Corlys gravely reports, "They call him 'The Crabfeeder'--"

Y/n's eavesdropping is interrupted when she hears soft footsteps make their way down the hall. Looking over her shoulder, she finds her niece, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, quickly bounding down her way to the older woman, "There you are. Where have you been?"

"I'm sorry, Aunt. It won't happen again," Rhaenyra breathes, rushing to straighten her hair and dress as she joins Y/n at the door.

"You mean it won't happen a third time?" Y/n quirks a sharp eyebrow while knowingly staring down the young girl, a corner of her lips rising to a smirk as she brushes Rhaenyra's hair off her shoulder, "If I have to serve my brother and his council another round of wine by my lonesome, I should soon throw myself out the window of the Red Keep or resign to shoveling dragon shit."

Rhaenyra grins, quite similar to her aunt's, and both princesses huff amusedly under their breaths before pushing the doors open to the King's council room. They bound up the steps as the conversation Y/n was spying on continued.

"And are we meant to weep for dead pirates?" Viserys questioned Lord Corlys.

"No, Your Grace--"

"Rhaenyra, you're late," Viserys catches sight of his daughter as she rounds the table to him, "The King's cupbearer must not be late. Leaves people wanting for cups."

"I was visiting Mother." Rhaenyra leans down and kisses her father's temple in greeting.

Viserys theatrically sniffs the air around her, playfully eyeing his daughter with suspicion, "On dragonback?"

Rhaenyra smirks before turning away, gladly taking the wine pitcher from Y/n once her aunt flashes her a teasing smile. With the young princess serving the councilmen, Y/n stands off to the left of her brother, Viserys, hands respectfully folded in front of her. The discussion of the Stepstones drag on and Y/n starts to drown it out. It was not new of Lord Corlys to try and have Viserys and the other councilmembers take his matters seriously, no matter what threat Driftmark may face ruling over the Narrow Sea. By now, Y/n has mastered ignoring certain voices on the King's council, her ears only perking up when something new and interesting is afoot, otherwise, she quickly grows bored of these meetings, despite having the honor of taking part in them.

The only reason she finds these meetings bearable is when she has all the time in the world and every reason to stare at Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, without question or judgment. And putting herself behind King Viserys gives Lord Otto all the more reason to longingly stare back, always flashing her a small smile from under his facial hair. Long meetings like this are always Y/n's favorite because meals will be served and she has a reason to present Otto with a platter of food or a refill of wine. So when her hand innocently brushes his, no one bats an eye.

Their secret relationship was still new since Lord Otto has taken the appropriate amount of time to mourn his wife. Y/n's stomach would still flutter like a young maiden whenever they exchange those small looks, longing stares drifting down each other's frame ever so slightly, a silent promise for later.

Today, like any other day full of meetings, the King finally excuses the Council and the lords all part to have a moment of peace to themselves. As usual, Y/n squeezes her brother's shoulder and departs for her chambers, a slight skip in her step and a smug smile as she nods to anyone she passes in the halls. Her chambers, a private part of the castle, just so happens to be on the way to the Hand's room, and if Lord Hightower were to make a short stop to visit the King's sister, who is to say?

Y/n throws open her doors and quickly shuts them behind her, barring the handles before turning back to face the insides of her room. Biting back her wide smile as she descends the few steps, her eyes scan the room, searching for something she was eager to find. She needn't search for long as Otto steps out from behind her folding screen.

"Princess."

Her smile broadens, taking several steps forward to close the distance between them. Otto receives her with open arms as Y/n glides easily into his embrace, reaching up and curling her hands into his hair as her lips slide clumsily with his. Lord Otto's hands blindly roam her body, leaning into her warmth with equal heat and desire. Eventually, their lips have to part for air and the world sits right with Y/n as she leans her forehead against his, catching her breath with her smile unwavering.

She pulls away just enough in order to look at her lover properly, "So Lord Corlys has a Crabfeeder problem."

He peers down at her through half-lidded eyes and a fond smile, "Hm. Listening in were you?"

"Only when the conversation is interesting," she teased back as she leans back in to place a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth, revelling the scratch of his beard against her lips. Y/n's pride only grows when she pulls away and Otto intends on her following her, desiring more.

However, being the tease she is, Y/n pulls herself out of Otto's arms and swiftly moves to her dining table, "You know what would make quick work of the Sea Snake's infestation?" She peers over her shoulder at the Hand as she walks away, her grin ever prominent, "A dragon. Or two. You could always convince the King to send me and Daemon out to the Stepstones and make a statement of our power. With both of the King's siblings dismantling the Triarchy, the Crabfeeder would quickly learn not to make a mockery of our ports."

Otto straightens his posture, following her to the table, "Is that your desire? To hastily enter a war that hasn't yet made a threat?"

"The Free Cities are testing our weak points, acting as pirate killers while we lie and watch them," Y/n takes fruit from her dinner tray and turns back to him, leaning against the lip of the table, "They may not pose as a threat now, but they have already dug their claws into the Stepstones. All they have to do now is leave an impressionable mark."

Lord Hightower reaches the table and sits in one of the chairs, his eyes rising to look up at the princess as his hand slowly crawls over the surface of the table in her direction, "I tire of talking about politics for one day, let alone entertaining the idea of sending you out on dragonback on your own."

"But I wouldn't be alone. I would have my dragon and Daemon and Caraxes."

His hand barely catches onto the sleeve of her dress, his eyes watching the fabric pull against his grip instead of looking up at her, "Perhaps the princess would want me to summon another council meeting immediately?"

She playfully sighs, giving in as she sets her fruit back on the table. She leans into Otto's space until she has fully climbed onto his lap, "You will do no such thing."

His hands expertly find the ends of her skirts, hiking them up to her waist as he reaches for another kiss, "As you wish, my love."

~~~~~~~~~

The hour grows late just as Otto is summoned to the King's chambers. Y/n spends her evening in her room, eating fruit and absently turning the pages of a book she's read a hundred times just as there was a knock on the door.

"Come," she called, slamming the book shut as she stood.

Rhaenyra pokes her little head in with a playful smile, "I have a surprise for you."

When she fully pushes the door open, Y/n gets a glance at another individual standing beside her, taller and with even longer silver hair. Y/n's eyes light up like fireworks as she runs to her doorway, "Brother!"

Daemon Targaryen steps into the room and swings his younger sister around as she jumps into his arms. She laughs into his shoulder, delighted by Rhaenyra's surprise. It has been an age since Daemon has been back at court and even Y/n could admit the meetings have been boring without her second eldest brother second-guessing every lord sitting at Viserys' table.

"Ao jurnegon sȳrī, mandia," Daemon greets her, a small smirk gracing his thin lips.

[You look well, sister.]

"Nyke could ivestragon keskydoso syt someone qilōni prefers se company hen līvi se lowly vali toliot zȳhon own lentor." She teased back.

[I could say the same for someone who prefers the company of whores and lowly men over his own family.]

Daemon runs his hands down her shoulders, shaking his head, "I am Commander of the City Watch. And the scum of the streets requires my attention."

Y/n rolls her eyes, "Are you here for the tournament?"

"Of course, he is. Why else would he be here?" Rhaenyra says from the doorway, arms crossed and leaning into the wood.

"Well, I would hope he had come to his senses and wished to join his brother's council again," Y/n huffed a small laugh while turning away and fetching a wine pitcher and a goblet, "Or perhaps come to support his cousin as she goes through a difficult pregnancy."

"Viserys has you in those infuriating meetings and Aemma has you for support," Daemon huffs back, accepting the wine goblet after Y/n had poured wine into it, "My talents are suited elsewhere, dear sister. Why run the court myself when I know you are fully capable?"

"Because I'm not a part of the court," Y/n loops her arm through Daemon's and leads him to the group of furniture centered in her room, gesturing Rhaenyra to join them, "I'm still a cupbearer."

Daemon's nose scrunches up as he's seated, "Do you mean to tell me that Viserys has not yet given you a seat at the table? What cunt made him decide against it? Was it Otto Hightower?"

Despite wanting to defend Otto, Y/n wisely chooses not to and only shrugs in response, "I don't see any reason why anyone would advise against it, dear brother."

"I'm still a cupbearer as well," Rhaenyra pitched in as she sat down, both her aunt and uncle turning their heads toward her.

"That is different, Rhaenyra. You are still young."

"If you were the King's cupbearer for as long as Y/n has, you would deserve a place at that table," Daemon tells his niece, all the while pointing at his sister with his cup with a sneer of disgust, "Now, I would bet my life that the one responsible for this treachery is none other than that sniveling, slithering, good-for-nothing cunt of the Hand of the King!"

"Treachery?" Y/n openly laughs, standing back up to fetch another tray of food from her dining table, "It hardly counts as a crime, Daemon. Even if Lord Otto is behind the King's lack of promoting me, which I highly doubt, there's no harm in it."

"'Harm,'" Daemon scoffs, shaking his head slightly as Y/n rejoins him and Rhaenyra, "Otto Hightower's ambition is only for himself, and not for the good of the Crown. If he truly had a love for this family and a love for Viserys' rule, he'd advise you to have a seat in the King's Council. The dragon has three heads and Viserys has two siblings. We would be stronger if we all were able to advise him."

The passionate words struck Y/n, eyes wide as she stares at her brother. Daemon gulps back the rest of his wine and the room lingers with silence. When he looks back at Y/n, she quickly flashes a quick smile to him and to Rhaenyra to reassure them both, despite the doubts lingering in the back of her mind.

~~~~~~~~~

Once Daemon is sent away, his words eventually go with him and Y/n forgets her doubts. After Aemma was lost to childbirth, along with her baby boy, a grieving Viserys exiles his brother to Dragonstone and names Rhaenyra as his true heir. For a moment, a brief moment, Y/n wondered why she wasn't a competitor for the throne, but quickly squashed that thought before it could fester. Between losing their cousin and missing their brother, Viserys and Y/n stick close to one another, sharing their grief.

During this time, Y/n and Otto have become more serious with each other, becoming a bit too bold even in public. Their touches last longer, their stares lingering far past appropriate, and it's been getting harder to sneak around. This spurs on the topic Y/n has been waiting to ask her lover.

"You could ask him to marry us, you know. He won't deny it."

Otto slowly sets down his quill, his sigh briefly disturbing the candles around his desk. Looking up, he meets her gaze as she's draped over his chair, reaching for her hand, "What's best for us is not necessarily best for him. Your brother is grieving the loss of his wife and son. I would not ask him for your hand in marriage at a time when he needs you the most,"

He kisses the palm of her hand, closing his eyes and lingering in her warmth. Y/n is satisfied with this answer, running her free hand over his hair before planting a small kiss on his temple. She stands up straight and looks to the door of his office before back down at her lover, "If someone were to see me walk out of here, tell them I was merely consulting with you on how to best comfort our king."

He nods in agreement and watches her go.

Y/n continues to bring up the topic of marriage, and each time, something new is in the way of Otto asking the King. First, Viserys announces his engagement to Lady Alicent Hightower, which came as a surprise to everyone present at the announcements, except for Otto. The grand wedding came around as well as Alicent's first pregnancy, then her second, third, and fourth. Three years have passed, and by the time Y/n was confident her lover was about to ask her brother to wed them, Daemon arrived back from the Stepstones. Y/n quickly forgot her proposal to Otto in exchange for reuniting with her other brother again.

But by the time the dust settled, it was too late. Once Y/n awoke and broke her fast the next morning, Daemon had already been sent away again and with this, she heard the news of Viserys dismissing Otto as his Hand. Heartbroken and confused, the princess made her way to Otto's chambers, demanding an answer.

"Why is he doing this? What happened last night to make my brother send Daemon away and dismiss you? Why does everyone somehow know except me?" She desperately asks in a single breath while regrettably helping her lover pack his things.

Otto sets his riding gloves down and heaves a large sigh before turning to her, "I cannot say."

"You can't or you won't?" When he could not answer her demand, she sucks in a sharp breath of air, "And what are we to do?"

"We?"

"Yes, 'we', unless I have been bedding another Otto Hightower for the past four years." Y/n snarled.

"Sarcasm is beneath you, my dear."

"And keeping secrets from me is unbecoming," she hits his chest, lightly, but gets her point across if his hurt expression had anything to say about it. Torn to shreds, Y/n's next sigh comes out trembling, regret welling in her eyes until her hands reach up and caress the spot in his chest where she had hit him. Defeated, her voice reverts to a whisper, "Take me with you. I will forgive everything, here and now, if you take me away from here."

"Your brother has just dismissed me. I doubt he will approve of me taking you away to Oldtown to be my lady wife," Otto's strong, withered hands gather hers and places them over his heart, "You're the princess. Your place is here."

A soft sob escapes her, disbelief in her teary eyes as she looked up at him, "But not with you?"

"Oh, I wish it so, Y/n, I swear it," he whispered, gathering her up in his arms and kissing the top of her head, rocking the two of them into a brief moment of calmness, "Perhaps this all happened for a reason. The gods might wish us to marry but not at this time. Our time will come. Just wait for me at the end of this road."

He feels her head buried in his chest as she turns it side to side, "I can't deny my brother's wishes if he decides to marry me off to someone else. I've already delayed him this long."

"Try. I know you can persuade him."

"If you believe that, then let me persuade him to keep you."

"I promise I will return. I know I will," he leans back and takes her face in both of his hands, forcing her to look him in the eye, "Take care of Alicent. Tend to her every need."

They pack the rest of his things in silence, not even touching each other until the next morning. Y/n woke to a frenzied knock on her door and rushes to answer. Otto is standing there and she barely has time to register his riding clothes before he's swept her up in a long, passionate kiss.

"Wait for me." He whispered against her lips.

In a flurry of his cloak, he retreats, not even waiting for Y/n to respond. He's left the Red Keep before she could even dress for the day, taking Alicent's youngest son, Daeron, with him to be fostered in Oldtown.

~~~~~~~~~

Ten years. Ten. Long. Years.

Princess Y/n Targaryen feels herself growing old as both Rhaenyra and Alicent grow up. She does her best to befriend her lover's daughter, but Alicent grew out of her shell shortly after Rhaenyra's marriage to Laenor Velaryon. When she grew into a queen, Alicent suddenly had no need for friends outside of her sworn shield, Ser Criston Cole, and her confidant, Lord Larys Strong.

From her marriage to Laenor, Rhaenyra birthed three sons, Jacerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey. Y/n was there for each of her niece's labors, trying to be the mother figure Rhaenyra deserved to have at her side in these stepstones of life. Y/n also tried her best to be with Alicent and her children. She gave advice when she could and even helped raise her niece and nephews if Alicent appeared stressed. The Queen thanks Y/n with feigned interest, only entertaining the older woman in her presence. Otherwise, she had no interest in being her sister-in-law's friend.

Daemon had run off and married Laena Velaryon in this long decade as well, having twin daughters with a third on the way. They travel through Essos and hardly ever journey back to Westeros. Viserys has done nothing but get worse in health, slowly decaying from the inside out. In many ways, both of Y/n's brothers were far from her reach, and her lover farther still.

Never in her life has Y/n felt so alone until this very moment. Her brothers are more distant than ever, the man she loved thousands of leagues away from her. Her niece is married with children and everyone else has followed her lead. Everyone appears to have moved on with their lives. All except Y/n, who remained frozen in time, never moving forward.

Viserys eventually notices his forlorn sister and asks her when she intends to marry. Cold and defeated, she answers with little emotion, "I'm old and barren. I would not make a good wife to anyone because I am no longer of age to have children."

"Come now," he tried to cheer her up, alone in the throne room. He smiles hopefully, "There's no need for such words of doubt. Plenty of suitors have come and gone from here and you never once spoke to me with interest to any of them. Surely, someone must have crossed your mind?"

It was like watching a barrel of wildfire ignite at the drop of a match. Y/n's whole body stiffens, her emotionless face suddenly coming to life from stone to fire. She glared up at her King brother, venom dripping in every word she spoke, "If you wish to be rid of me, brother, just say the words."

Viserys retracts, horrified that she would even make such an accusation, "Now, Y/n--"

"You pushed Daemon away and now you are pushing me away!" She roared, voice echoing off the walls of the vast room, "Slowly, day by day, you have pushed your siblings away until they had no choice but to leave. Not once did you ask Daemon to be your hand, now look where he is! And what of me? I had been your cupbearer long before Rhaenyra was born and not once did you ever ask me to join your council! Now, all we have left is our resentment for each other!"

"You know why I couldn't name Daemon my Hand," Viserys retorts, exhaustion putting pressure behind his eyes. He covers his face with one hand as the start of a headache ignites, "And Otto Hightower was a loyal servant to the Crown before greed brought his motives elsewhere--"

With his face covered, he completely misses the way Y/n shrivels in on herself, folding her arms close to her body. He speaks up once more, "But go on. Clearly, you've had something on your mind for a while. Speak freely, baby sister, and be free of it."

Silence echoes through the chamber louder than her yells could, and the two bask in it until Y/n takes a deep breath and finds her courage to speak, "You gave Daemon the opportunity to be your heir, and after you disinherited him, you could have had me take his place. But you didn't. You just brushed past my existence and moved onto Rhaenyra."

The words hurt Viserys like a stab through the heart. The King lean forwards in his chair of swords, "Y/n--"

"I am your sister, Viserys!" She cries in anger, her eyes and nose pink with emotion as she peered up at him, "Your blood! I have equal relations to you as Daemon does, and yet no equal titles or lands of my own. You name your daughter, a woman, as Heir to the Iron Throne but have not once given your own sister anything she could have possibly desired!"

"And pray tell would that be?!" Viserys roars as he shakes his walking cane, tired of the accusations and the squabble between him and his sister, "Tell me! Your King demands it!"

"The man I loved!"

The words ring in his ears along with his gasps of air as he tries to catch his breath. They stare at one another, panting and drained of all their emotions, like most pent-up siblings. Y/n licks her bottom lip, blinking rapidly while her eyes cast to the stairs leading up to the throne, ashamed. Viserys leans back on his throne, exhausted, watching the way his sister battles with her thoughts before she decides to Hell with them.

"Otto Hightower," His eyes widen when she spoke that name, but allowed her to further explain, "I loved him then, I love him now. I thought you knew. I thought you knew and refused to act on it. I thought you knew my love for him and you dismissed him anyway. You sent my love away... and for ten years, I have been stewing in my resentment of you, thinking how cruel my big brother can be."

"Y/n..." Viserys whispered, guilt boiling in his stomach as he watched his little sister shrink in on herself, "I am so, so sorry. For all of it. If I could take it all back--"

"It's far too late for that now," Y/n rapidly wipes the tears away, straightening her posture and taking deep breaths. Viserys could visibly see the stone wall she puts up as she now faced him as a dragon princess, "Fifteen years too late for you to grant me lands and titles, and ten years too late to marry me off. I'm sure by now Rhaenyra has informed you that she will be leaving for Dragonstone with her family. I intend on joining her."

She turns and walks out of the throne room, and Viserys no longer had the strength to stop her.

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Living on Dragonstone with Laenor, Rhaenyra, and their children was peaceful, apart from the boys running around and having adventures of their own. Jace and Luke were wonderful, and they loved their Great-Aunt Y/n. Having a new baby around was wonderful, too. Whenever Rhaenyra needed a break, Y/n was happy to take over. Rhaenyra was thankful to have her aunt with her family, living in their ancestral home together, away from the viper den of King's Landing.

They receive two letters not long after moving into Dragonstone. The first was from King's Landing, reporting the deaths of Lord Lyonel Strong and his son, Ser Harwin, and the second letter was from Driftmark, detailing the funeral for Laena Velaryon. Leaving Joffrey behind with a wet nurse, the rest of the family head to Driftmark to pay their respects. Upon arrival, Corlys and Princess Rhaenys were waiting to greet them, gathering their son up in their arms as they mourned their loss. Baela and Rhaena were there as well, but Daemon was nowhere to be found, much to Y/n's disappointment.

"Take me to your father," she demanded gently of her nieces after she held and kissed both of them. The twins take both of her hands and led her away from the growing crowds of funeral attendants. They brought her to a quiet room within the keep, and then she quietly sent them away to be with the rest of their family, "I promise I'll have him ready for the burial."

Heading inside, the room was completely dark other than the natural light coming through the window. She found Daemon easily enough, slouched in the corner of the room, and gathered him in her arms. He wasn't responsive other than to bury his face away from the world in his sister's shoulder, silent as the grave. Y/n was hoping for a better reunion than this after ten years of missing her brother, but he had just lost a wife and child. She couldn't afford to be selfish when Daemon was grieving.

Y/n repeatedly kissed the top of Daemon's head, squeezing him as tight as she could as would a mother to her child. Y/n doesn't remember her own mother very well, but she could imagine her holding Little Daemon like this whenever he was upset.

"I'm here... I'm here."

Daemon Targaryen does not cry in front of anyone, but for his little sister, he makes an exception.

After some time, Daemon is willing to show his face long enough for the ceremony. Y/n leads him outside where everyone had gathered around. While she was attending to her brother, the royal family arrived and was now waiting for them before saying their last goodbyes.

Y/n nearly tripped over her own feet when she saw Otto Hightower among the crowd, proudly wearing the sigil of the Hand once again. She nearly forgot how to breathe when she recognized his face, the air completely stolen from her lungs, heartbeat pounding in her ears. If she caught his eye, she couldn't tell with the crowd moving towards the cliffside where they would throw Laena's remains into the sea. For now, she couldn't approach him. Daemon and his daughters needed her first and foremost.

Throughout the eulogy Vemond Velaryon gives, Y/n keeps her gaze lowered and her hand on Daemon's arm. Halfway through sending Laena's coffin into the sea, Daemon whispers into her ear, "Our beloved Hand of the King can't keep his eyes off you."

Y/n paused, looking up at Daemon before following his gaze. She pulls her hair out of the way when the wind takes hold but sure enough, Otto stood far from the grieving family, dutifully keeping his hands folded in front of him. His eyes, however, were cast onto Y/n, only occasionally looking away out of respect for the dead when Laena has finally been put to rest. When he noticed you staring back, Otto's eyes lingered longer, as if the past ten years never happened and you were back in the council room, sharing glances and quick touches.

Y/n looks away and lowers her head again out of respect for Laena, dismissing Daemon's comment, "He's looking at you, brother."

All the guests quietly conversed with one another after the eulogy, any exchange becoming awkward or full of meager stares. The family of the deceased was approached numerous times and given plenty of condolences, but for the most part, Y/n either stuck to Daemon or Rhaenyra, not wishing to speak among the royal family as her estranged relationship with Viserys was still a sore subject.

It's not like she could mix with the crowd anyway. Ever since Daemon noticed Lord Otto staring, he had yet to leave Y/n's side, and she has elected to ignore it. But, as always, Daemon gets bored easily. He leaves the gathering and before long, so does Rhaenyra, but only Y/n appeared to have noticed, that is until Caraxes and Syrax flew overhead, alerting everyone of the prince and princess' departure.

Y/n was staring up at the evening sky, fondly watching the dragons fly away together. She didn't notice Otto approaching her until his hand gently touches her elbow, jolts of lightning running up her arm as she turns to face him.

The two of them found themselves walking alongside the beach together, long after the sun had disappeared over the horizon. The waves crashed and the wind blew, filling in the silence between the pair until the Hand spoke, "Alicent spoke highly of you. She said you tended to her and her children in her time of need," he waits for a response but didn't get one, so he continued to fill the void with words, "I owe you my gratitude for stepping in when her mother couldn't."

She winced, pained by the reminder of his first wife. Y/n keeps her voice even and stern, looking out onto the waters instead of looking at him, "I wasn't a mother to her. I was merely serving my Queen as I saw fit. When did you come back?"

"I returned to King's Landing by His Grace's command after the death of Lord Lyonel, may he rest in peace," Otto put his hands behind his back as he walked, watching his shoes sink into the sand, "I was beside myself when I arrived only to realize that you weren't there to receive me."

"I left shortly before you were summoned. My brother and I had a fight about-- well, about plenty of things, I suppose. I left for Dragonstone to take some time away."

"If you had waited--"

"I waited long enough," she snapped suddenly, stopping in her tracks and forcing him to do the same by her glare alone, "Ten years may have been a blink of an eye for you, but not for me."

"What makes you so sure? How do you know how I felt all these years?"

"I can only guess. It's not like you wrote letters to tell me otherwise." She snarled.

Otto lowered his gaze to the sand once again, ashamed, "I couldn't. It would have been a painful reminder that I could not have you."

Y/n huffed, annoyed by him and herself for acting like fools. She stared out over the water again before asking the question that had been troubling her all these years, "Why did you keep refusing to marry me? Why not ask my brother and be done with it?"

Lord Hightower sighed, his eyes wandering as he tried wording his next excuse the best way possible, "Your brother... back then, when he looked at you, he only ever saw a child."

The scowl on her face showed how unimpressed she was by his words, "I am only three years younger than Daemon."

"You were young when you and I started having relations. Viserys was at the height of his power and Daemon was known for killing a man for almost any reason," he smiled gently, "I would not have survived long enough to marry you had I tried asking your brother for your hand."

She shook her head in disbelief, running her hand over her hair when the wind picked it up and threw it back in her face. Otto watches the movement with calculation, wondering how long would it take him to run his fingers through those soft silver locks and sniff out every pin and braid. Y/n peers back and recognized that look, smiling a little to herself as she remembered how impressionable she is to him. Y/n makes a step forward, her feet sinking into the sand as she stood in front of him. She watches her fingers trace shapes in his cloak, the offending fabric keeping her from his torso and the beat of his heart. She peers up at him then, through her long lashes her violet eyes meet his and the mystery of his eye color wandered into her head. Were they blue in a certain light? Or were they green like his house colors, green like the flames of the great lighthouse that call House Hightower's banners to war? Y/n wonders if this is a mystery she can soon find out herself, purposely letting her eyes wander down to his lips. She internally cheered in triumph when the motion drove Otto to gasp out a tiny breath, "And how about now? Would you ask for my hand now?"

"Would you still have me?"

One of her hands reach for his mouth, fingers lightly tapping on his bottom lip, "If it weren't for your idiocy, I'd have you already."

A deep, gentle chuckle sounds deep in his chest, wrinkles ever prominent in the corner of his eyes when he smiled to himself. His lips briefly kiss her fingertips as he whispered, "Well, then. You'll be happy to learn that I already arranged everything. King Viserys summoned me and admitted that by doing so, he hoped to make you happy. I asked and he granted us permission to be married the moment we arrive back in King's Landing."

Y/n's hands pause their movement, her half-lidded eyes now widening in surprise, searching his face for an answer in disbelief, "Really?"

"Yes. He said he was done disappointing his sister."

She exhales excitedly, a sparkling smile gracing her beautifully aging face. Otto lovingly watched as small wrinkles, trying to make themselves known, show in the corners of her eyes as well. He happily counted each one before they disappeared from his sight when Y/n leaned up to kiss him.

It's warm and almost unbearably charged. Both lose their breaths quickly as their kisses drag out and become frenzied. Otto's hands make their way through her cloak, gripping tightly onto wherever flesh may be through her dress. Y/n's hands find purchase in his hair, gripping tightly as her leg rubs subconsciously against his crotch.

Otto breaks from the kiss, clawing for breath while trying to voice reason, "Y/n..."

"I told you. I waited long enough," she whispered into his lips, pulling him close again, "What difference does it make?"

They find themselves taking refuge inside the remains of a ship sticking out of the sand like a large dragon's ribcage. The little cover shields them from the wind and muffles the sound of the crashing waves. Y/n could see stars peeking through the shipwreck, shining down on her as she lay on her back, Otto's cloak the only thing between her and the sand. She rushes to hike up her skirts and lower her stockings as the Hand unfastens his belt and pulls the strings of his trousers. She started to see other stars behind her vision as her fingers run through her folds and rub circles over her clit, her moans drowned by the crashing waves and violent winds outside their sanctuary. Otto breathlessly watches her in awe. A goddess in every way, a dragon perfectly fitted into the body of a woman. She catches his predatory gaze and feels the warmth tighten deep in her belly from the intensity of his eyes on her, witnessing her sin and unable to control himself from waiting any longer.

Lord Hightower leans over her body, loosening her cloak and pulling her dress down to expose her shoulder, kissing her bare collarbone as he pants into her skin, "I miss moments like this more than anything."

As did she, if the rising pitch of her moans had anything to show for it. The warmth in her belly ignites like a fire and her patience grows thin. Forcing her own fingers away, she leans up and runs her lips over Otto's then trails down to his neck and relishes the scratch of his beard against her fair skin. Feeling her wetness run down and smear on his already ruined cloak excites her to the point she felt like she could fly without a dragon. She gasps out a demand, "Lie down, my love."

He does so, and to be honest, his obedience excites her all the more. Perhaps this was his way of apologizing and making up for the lost years, but to have him bend to her will made her feel like the Queen of Dragons herself. Like Vhagar, striking terror wherever she flew.

With Otto on his back, Y/n swings her leg over his waist until she was hovering over him, her knees sinking into the sand on either side of his hips. Her skirt pools around them at the motion, covering Y/n's new mount from sight. Otto blindly ventures under her skirts, experienced hands gripping around the apex of her perfect thighs. One of the princess' hands grips tightly onto the beard hair on his chin, forcing him to look up at her, his intense gaze still filling her with delight, hot magma still pooling in her belly. Her other hand dives underneath her skirts, expertly finding his. She guides his fingers further up her thigh and to her core. With determination, she watched his reaction as she made him feel his hardened length enter her with his own hand.

Her slick and warmth welcoming him inside her body drive the both of them to groan involuntarily, drawing out provocative sounds as she fully sinks down onto him. Otto unconsciously closed his eyes, feeling every inch of her both inside and outside. She's so warm and tight, rhythmically gripping onto his length. Her thighs rub either side of his hips, and he notes the insides of them are slightly rough. When she experimentally rolled her hips, a moan and a jolt of realization brought him to the conclusion that she learned how to do this by riding dragons.

She refused to bounce. Instead, she rolled her hips and drew his length in and out of her, back and forth and then in circles, like she was leaning her weight on the back of a dragon, flying through the skies. Her hand, still grasping his underneath her skirts, moves his fingers to rub against her clit, the rough pads of his fingertips sending a jolt up her spine and driving a cry out from her lungs. Otto takes the hint and takes over, tracing circles over her bud as she leaned her head back to moan up at the sky. With his hand now where she wants him, Y/n takes her hands and leans back to hold onto his legs, using this added momentum to quicken her pace, huffing hot air down the cleavage of her dress as she screwed her eyes shut in heated bliss.

"Take me fully this time, my love," she whimpered hastily, "All the way, without hesitation. I'll be yours by law soon. What does it matter if we do or don't wait before our marriage bed?"

Her words drive his fingers to start furiously rubbing against her clit, painfully but in a good way as her insides catch fire. Otto is panting uncontrollably, desperate to catch his breath as he's ridden by his young love, peaking ever so near by her words and her fluttering cunt. Y/n loses the rhythm of her hips as she desperately tries to get near her climax, jaw dropping and unable to swallow her unbridled screams of ecstasy. Her throat and lips are dry but all she could do is continuously moan and scream, feeling the tip of her betrothed's length begin to hit her cervix. Her grip on his legs tightens, sharp claws digging into flesh as her movements continuously hit that spot she's just dying to meet.

"Yes, yes, yes-!" Her coil cannot tighten any further and she's desperate for release. One of her hands dives back under her skirt and swats his hand away from her clit. She makes him grip onto the meat of her arse with both hands while she rubs her own clit in the motion she knows will make her see stars, now furiously bouncing her hips up and down his cock, "That's it, my love! Take me. Make me yours-! Oh, gods--"

Otto's hips suddenly rise to meet hers and now they're both howling at the moon, Y/n's walls fluttering all around his length as he spills deep into her, tremors running up and down her whole body as the dam overfills and spills over, rushing to the top of her head and down to the tip of her toes, forcing them to curl. The intensity of her climax is so large that she can no longer force noise from her mouth, her jaw hanging but nothing falling from her lips.

She forgets everything for a moment. How to breathe, how to speak, and how to even open her eyes. Otto's hips fall back down to earth and she soon follows, draping over his entire body in exhaustion. She rises and falls against his chest as he breathes, frantically at first before finally slowing down, despite his heartbeat still fluttering against her cheek. Finally, Y/n smiles in contentment and opens her eyes despite the uncomfortable feeling of Otto's seed leaking out of her and running down her thigh. She lifts her head to meet his and finally noticed that the Hand of the King appears to be asleep.

"My love?" She questions, slightly panicked as her hand cups his face.

Slowly, he comes back to reality as well, his eyes fluttering open and a restrained chuckle escaping his teeth, "I'm too old for this."

Y/n couldn't help but laugh a little, too, leaning down and rubbing her nose along the side of his neck, taking in his musky scent, "I'll never do that again if it helps."

"You'll do no such thing," he harumphs, making her laugh as his arms fully envelope her, "If one day my heart gives out from the way you ride me like a dragon, then so be it. Clearly, the gods have always meant to have me at your mercy, Princess."

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A/N: So I did struggle with trying to figure out hold much younger Y/n was going to be from Viserys and Daemon. I think Daemon is meant to be 22 years old during the first episode so I tried to base her age off of that. And yes I added Daeron Targaryen for no reason other than to be somewhat accurate with the lore.

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[americankimchi]

im still SO annoyed that we couldn't kill off our inquisitors at the end of trespasser. it would've been the perfect tragic end to my trevelyan's story. i mean i could always ignore canon and just have it so that he DID die at the end of trespasser but augh. AUGH. i feel like i was CHEATED.

origins would never and has never treated me like this. killing off your main character was baked into the story. you had to go through HOOPS to avoid that fate. shaking dav LET ME KILL OFF MY MAIN CHARACTERS. ADD PERMADEATH. PUT YOUR WHOLE CHEST INTO OUR ACTIONS HAVING CONSEQUENCES. IF I'M NOT AT RISK OF LOSING A COMPANION OR EVEN BETTER MYSELF AT THE END OF THE GAME THEN WHERE ARE THE STAKES!!!

dragon age inquisition did it... questionably with the fade quest but at least they DID IT. at least it's IN THERE. dav please im begging u....... give me the option for a PC permadeath at the end of the game........