#THEY CAN'T KNOW YOU LET THE DRAGON LOOSE AGAIN

[marscantread7]

Um um un sylus fucking us with his tail .... ♡ praise and maybe fuck us with his powers.. ?

Did you know I'm fucking insane anon. Did you know I'm the biggest monster fucker to ever exist anon.

(Excuse my brazenness idk what came over me there...)

I haven't finished his dragon myth bc I'm dookie butt at leveling up cards bc I'm more focused on story than like preserving materials to actually level cards up to fight💀💀💀 so idk if he had the energy manipulation evol as a dragon, so we're js gonna separate current Sylus fucking u w/ his evol from dragon Sylus fucking u w/ his tail

I'll do this hc style since I'm doing both to reply to u, but I'll do an additional post of them on their own to go into more detail

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Fucking u w/ his tail

-He'd stretch u out for hours, making sure ur loose and wet enough to take it. Using at least 3 valves of oil to make the slide easier

-He keeps asking u over and over again if ur sure u want to do this. His tail isn't soft, and he can't make it soft either. It's also, obviously, very big

-He peppers kisses all over ur face as he eases the very tip of the tail in.

-"Shhh, I know it hurts my precious. Look at me, yes, js like that, js take a little more for me- yes, good girl. We can always stop if it's too much. No? Okay, js let me know if u need a break."

- As much as u beg and plead saying u can take half, ur still human and he knows how fragile the human body is. He isn't trying to puncture any organs on accident💀💀💀

-Once a reasonable (and safe) amount of his tail is in, he js sits there for a bit, letting u get used to the feeling.

-"Can I start moving it now? I'll be gentle. No u silly thing, I'm not gonna go rough so soon."

- He fucks u at a very, VERY slow pace, so slow u feel urself drifting asleep until a very sudden orgasm rips its way through u, causing u to immediately squirt everywhere

-"Oh, that's it. Make a mess for me, cum all over my tail."

-He fucks u through the aftershocks of ur orgasms, and when u start to complain abt being sensitive, he js hushes u w/ a

-"U don't srsly think we're done after js one? Oh, sweetie. We're gonna be here all night."

Fucking u w/ his evol

-I'd like to think he only does those when he's super busy

-Like, say he has to write some report or like go over documents, and like ur both bored, but he really needs to get this done, so he'll like use his evol to fuck a dildo into u

-Ur laying on ur back on the couch in his study, face buried in a pillow as one hand holds onto the arm of the couch, trying to muffle ur moans as not to disturb Sylus

-"Ur getting a little too loud, kitten. Do I have to stop? No? Then quiet down for me, js like that."

-Using his evol is like second nature to him atp, so he really isn't putting much thought into controlling it. Sometimes he'll end up accidentally going a little too fast, and he has to apologize for it.

-"Ah, my apologies, sweetie. I zoned out a bit. Was it too rough? I'll make up for it, ur such a sweet little thing, never getting mad at me."

-And once he's done w/ everything, he'll fuck u nice and slow, whispering sweet nothings into ur ear, holding u tight.

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SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO THIS💔💔💔 I got sick AGAIN🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ and then I started my period yesterday and that made me sick. Ts been sitting in my drafts forever, oh my days

Anyways, I'll write longer, more detailed versions of this eventually, but I hope u enjoy this💔💔💔

[serxinns]

Ok sorry if I'm taking up some time but something related to a picture I saw has literally been on my mind and I need some sorta short fanfic about it 😭

So basically, Yandere Fantasy AU Bakusquad where they are all dragons (Except Bakugou being a Barbarian) and a traveler reader who is incredibly hurt so is under the care of them all.

I mainly want this because I recently broke my wrist (which is now healed up) and idk 😭🙏

The Lost Traveler

Yandere! fantasy Bakusquad x gn! reader

A/n: I kinda went off on this onw hehe but I hope it was worth the wait! I hope you enjoy!

Tw!⚠️: injuries, reader getting hurt, weapons, drowning, possessive and obsessive behavior, stripping off clothes (in a non sexual way ofc) nudity (if you count reader being in their undergarments, yandere behavior, and more don't read if you can't handle it

"After them!" You heard a man yell out to his group as they chased you, but you didn't look back you didn't want to look back your main priority was safety you looked around the woods to see if there was any hiding spot but to no avail, the men kept shooting their arrows towards you as you barely dodged them. You held on to your bag tightly you didn't know how you had come to this conclusion you just went into town trying to grab some things and these men tried to rob your mother's spellbook so you kicked one of them in the groin he released you from his grasp and you continued to run

"I got this" one of the men grabbed their bow and arrow, your eyes widened in horror as he aimed for your leg and you were getting ready to dodge untill a sharp pain hit you in your upper leg you screamed in agony and dropped to the floor clutching your foot the bandits all surrounded you chucking you grabbed the book tightly not wanting those monsters getting it

"Now, now, brat, why don't you be smart and give us the book, and we'll let you go"gt.he man had a devious grin on his facfaceu spat at him, "fuck you, you'll have to kill me 1st!" The bandits snicker and laughed "Very well then.." one of the men got a weapon and held itches towards your neck your eyes widen trying to squirm off from his grasp but he pinned you against the tree hard with a final attempt you kicked him in the groin with ur shoe his grasp became loose as he howled in pain now clutching his area kneeling, "you little shit..." the crew all held their swords at you you the began crawling backward with the book praying they'll be someone to protect you

You then began to slip on something; you quickly looked behind you to see a waterfall right behind you, you gasped, wanting to crawl back, but the bandits were in front. You were at a dead end "Nowhere, the run, little shit, just give us the book!" He sneered, you had to act fast for you and the book, you look at the waterfall again hesitant you began crawling closer and closer waterfall until you felt the cliff and the loud crashing water beneath you, one of the bandits snicker th t up to what you were about to do "don't do anything stupid ya hear just give us the damn book!" He shouted you looked at him with one last glare and let your whole body go holding the book tight while you fall

You closed your eyes ready for the impact and pain, you landed in the roaring water you desperately tried gasping for air using your good arm to swim back up for air but it'd currents were too strong you tried grabbing some sort of branch or rock but kept crashing into them hard your body began to feel tired and ur eyes droopy from all the pain and energy "is this how I die.." you thought as you slowly close your eyes surrendering to the wrath of the water as they took you

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"Aha! Gotcha!" The dragon yelled as she caught a fish with her claws she examined the fish making sure it was big enough for her friends and place it in the bucket her stomach growled in hunger she looked down and then looked at the fish, "..one fish wouldn't hurt" mina looked both ways and all around when the coast was clear she grabbed a small fish and was about toneat until a voice called her "Pink scales you better not be eating our dinner like shitty scales!" The Man said angrily, "Ughh bakugo, it was just gonna be one!" Mina whined as she reluctantly dropped the fish

"One less of our dinner!" He scolded, taking the bucket and carrying it with him. "Plus, it looked like you already had some!" He looked at her with a hard glare as she smiled sheepishly the barbarian was about to yell at her until he spotted something floating in the water he shoved the dragon away to view it closer he realized that it was a human being floating around in the river katsuki quickly went in the river not caring about hid clothes getting dragging the human out of the water "it's that a human?! Are they breathing?" She shrieked looking worriedly and concerned

Katsuki then felt the human skin it was cold..katsuki then led his head toward its chest the heart was still beating but it was barely breathing.."Mina take the human to our cottage.." he ordered Mina nodded and quickly placed you on her back and transformed into her dragon form katsuki then hopped on her back and signaled her to fly, she then carefully launched into the air making sure nobody falls then soared through the sky

As they were soaring, Katsuki took the time to examine you; it seemed like you were not from here but maybe from another region judging by your clothes, and he didn't mention it, but there was a book in the human's hands. He observed it closely. It seemed like it was from a powerful being..but he didn't know where it was from, until then he may have to keep it for a while just in case for safety

Mina roared making Katsuki snap out of his thoughts when he looked up he realized that they were home he grabbed you and jumped off Mina while steam came out of her turning her back into her human form they carried the human to the house and placing them on the couch "Mina take off through clothes and check for bruises" Mina nodded she carefully took off your closes leaving you with only your undergarments on she blushed a but reminded herself to focus, the poor human was covered in red and purple bruises and had a broken wrist Mina gaze soften feeling pity for then poor human

"The human has a bunch of bruises and a broken wrist" Bakugo scoffed "that probably gonna take half of my healing power so I'm only gonna heal them on certain areas and patch up the others letting them heal themselves" bakugo then let Mina carry the unconscious human to give them a warm bath, bathing off the dirt and gunk in their hair and gently handling them with the best of her abilities the most she saw the bruises the more angrier she seems how dare someone could do this to a precious little thing when she was done she quickly wrapped them up in a towel and carry them in the bedroom where there were already a set of warm clothes for them to wear..

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You were panicking all you could see was black you couldn't move your body it was like you were wrapped in something, it was suffocating, you tried to scream but you couldn't hear your own voice nor you couldn't hear anything just emptyness and eerie silence, you wanted to get out of here you wanted to see if you have that spellbook you wanted to survive, are you even alive anymore?! You were breathing rapidly wondering what did you do you be in this hell

Then a soft humming rang in your ear it sounded...familiar like something your mother would do to comfort you when you were feeling ill or had a very bad day, the humming made you calm..peaceful even, your panicking began to die down as well as your breathing you squirm around trying to break free from whoever or whatever is trapping you but to no avail, then saw some light in your vision it became bigger and lighter...

You slowly opened your eyes, all you could see was a blurry red figure hovering over you humming the same tune you heard back there you blinked a couple of times to get your vision more clear, and there standing above you was a boy with red scales forming on his shoulders and large pointy like horns with red eyes staring the back at you, with a yelped you tried squirming away but her strong hands were keeping you still "Please don't struggle your weak at the moment" he said petting your hair softly trying to calm you down

"Where am i.." the red hair chuckled as if that was a silly question to ask "your home can't you tell?" He answered softly as he continued to hum confused you were about to ask what did he mean by that untill another voice could be heard "did the human wake up yet" there revealed a another dragon with blonde hair and a black lighting strike on he turned his attention towards you and his eyes brighten "they're so small!" He has as he poked your cheeks curiously wanting to feel what a human skin felt like "they're also soft as well!" He giggled happily the red haired dragon quickly swat his friends hand away as the dragon whined

"They're still healing Kaminari be gentle!" Kiri scolded him The yellow dragon softly glared at him jealous from the red dragon hogging you "would you stop fighting infront them? the poor thing is barely gaining conscious" there appeared a dragon with black hair scolding at the 2 dragons "now come on the foods almost ready" he said as he gaze at you with a soft smile the headed back to the kitchen ok now you were confused who were these people? Why are they're saying this is your new home? Are you going crazy or what

Your thoughts were then interrupted again with Kirishima picking you up and carrying you to the kitchen and plop you down to your chair you awkwardly thanked him as he happily sat down at his spot, that's when smell of the food hit your nostrils it smelled so good you even drooled a bit which you quickly wiped off with your arm embrassed hoping nobody noticed that "heh someone's hungry" the dragon away you assumed to be Sero said smirking at you as your face lit up in embrassament you looked away

"Well I haven't eaten in a few days of course I'm gonna be hungry" you protested as the black dragon chuckled "whatever you say sweets" he shrugged laying against the chair patiently waiting for the meal "dinners ready!" A loud booming voice was heard a blonde male with orange eye "Guess the little shit is awake" he grumbled "Katsuki language! Don't call the human that!" Kirishima scolded katsuki scoffed

"Don't fucking tell me what to do shitty hair you ain't the boss of me!" He said yelled the two started bickering back and forth while Kirishima wrapped his Strong arm around you protectively you tried pushing it off but it seems like he was too busy to noticed or he didn't care "boys stop arguing when our human is awake!" "Yea I bet they're starving right about now!" A purple dark then came in along with a bubbly pink dragon skipping in the kitchen the 2 boys shut themselves up and they then fix yourself and themselves a meal

it was cooked fish with a side of veggies the aroma was addictive making you go wild, fish wasn't always your favorite meal but those last few days of living off of eating berries and small animals this was a actual proper meal for you you devoured the food in seconds not noticing how the others were cooing and just adoring how cute you were, after the meal you were about to head yourself out grabbing your spellbook and thanking the kind people for the care untill a hand grabbed you by the shoulder

"And where the fuck are you going?" Bakugo said with a stern tone "Uh I'm going out I need to get back home" "in this condition? Your still hurt pumpkin no way we're gonna let you go out exposing yourself to the dangers" you didn't noticed jirou infront of the door now everyone else gathered around you looking weirdly at you...

"Why don't you stay for a few nights atleast untill your injuries healed!" Kirishima suggested you thought about it for a moment the trip back home would take rather long considering that you barely even know your way back they then carried you off to their bed all cuddling next to you

You were their human now you were a gift for them and them only those monsters are gonna pay for what they done to their little darling~

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Eddie gets beaten on by Jason and his crew and Reader (who has a crush on him) sees him limping to his van and she walks over to him and helps him into the van, drives him home and then does her best to patch him up and help him, maybe ending with a sweet kiss? Request by @somethingvicked

Mentions of violence, blood. Little bits of angst sprinkled with fluff and a speechless Eddie. mdni.

Eddie x fem!reader.

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Not canon compliant because Jason is alive in this for story purposes, Vecna is gone for good though. Bye bye you grinchy ass looking bitch 💁‍♀️

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The first hit came before Eddie could even dodge it. Jason's fist hits his face with precision, then another blow to his stomach doubles Eddie over.

"We all know you killed Chrissy and the others, you freak, I don't give a shit what the chief of police said, you did it" Jason's face is red with fury, lost in a haze of violence. One of his friends holds Eddie's arms around his back, so he can't defend himself.

Which is when Eddie has the extremely dumb idea to use his head to smash into Carver's nose. It works in the fact that it sends him stumbling back...doesn't help the pain he's already feeling though, the force of the hit sends another wave of agony through him.

Fuck, did he actually break his nose on Carver's face?

He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, he did not survive almost getting eaten alive by demobats to get killed by Jason and his friends. Jason stumbles to his feet and the grip on his shoulders tightens courtesy of David and Liam.

"Tell me what you did to her, Munson! Say it, you fucking asshole" Jason screams at him, Eddie wants to tell him everything, everything that went down during Spring Break, the Demobats, The Upside Down, Vecna. All of it.

But he can't. Nda's were signed and let's be real, Jason wouldn't believe him even if Eddie did tell the truth. He was still trying to wrap his head around it himself. "I didn't hurt her man. I didn't hurt any of them I swear it" Eddie chokes out. His ribs are aching and he's sure his bandages have come loose.

There's another thump that catches him off guard, hits the sensitive spots where the bats tore into him and he's blinking back tears of pain.

He expects another blow to knock him off his feet but when he looks up Jason's fist is cocked and he's in position to hit Eddie again but the hit doesn't come. Instead, Jason's face crumples in pain and he drops his hand, within seconds Eddie is tossed unceremoniously onto the floor and Jason and his friends are gone.

What the fuck?

He doesn't know how he does it but he manages to drag his ass up into a standing position and limps all the way to his van, tries to calm his racing heart and figures a smoke might settle his nerves.

His fingers are shaking as he tries to light up, then he almost drops it when a soft voice comes out of nowhere.

"Are you okay?"

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You saw Eddie limping to his van just as you were ready to bike home. Even from where you were you could see the blood on his shirt. Jason and his friends must have caught up to him, you have no doubt about it.

Everyone knew what happened at Spring Break, at least with the murders. How Eddie was blamed then cleared, Hawkins finding the real culprit Henry Creel, a deranged serial killer.

To be honest you never believed that Eddie had anything to do with the murders in the first place, there were rumours about the state of the bodies, bones broken and twisted in ways that couldn't be natural, eyeballs sunken in and jaws broken. It was the stuff of nightmares.

Some idiots thought that Eddie was a vessel for satan and that's what Dungeons and Dragons was about, a satanic ritual. It was ridiculous. Your friend's cousin played D&D and it was just a fantasy game. Nothing satanic about it.

Without thinking you head over to Eddie. Maybe you could help? You were a whiz with first aid and he looked like he needed patched up and like he could use a friend. Quietly you approach him as he tries to light his cigarette, his hands are shaking so you reach out to steady them.

"You okay?" He peers up at you, big brown eyes wide and kinda like a deer in headlights, he really was beautiful. Normally being this close to someone you had a crush on for almost the whole school year would be mortifying but you were more worried about his injuries than your racing heart right now.

"Hi Eddie" you murmur and he's still gawking at you but accepts your help to light the cigarette, watches you curiously as he takes the first drag.

"Uh hi sweetheart" you and Eddie talked a few times, every time you did he would have a cheeky smile (all dimples) and a cute nickname for you. It did not help with your crush one bit, even though he probably called everybody some sort of nickname, it still made your heart skip a beat.

"Carver did a number on you" you wince as you take in the cuts and bruises on his arm, the blood on his face "I can drive you home, take a look at the injuries?" He nods and tosses you his keys.

You help Eddie into the van as best as you can then head inside. He gives you directions to head to his trailer and you get him there and inside with minimal fuss.

"Okay, you'll need to take your shirt off" you murmur as Eddie points you in the direction of a first aid kit. Eddie grins, "Trying to get me naked or something princess?" he teases and you do your best to hide how flustered you are.

It wasn't your fault, his eyes were so pretty and the way his voice deepened at the end of the sentence gave you butterflies. Shit. This was so not the time.

You locate the first aid kit and get out new bandages, wipes and plasters, scissors and painkillers.

When you head back into Eddie's room he's propped up on the bed. He's shirtless, tattoos on full display and from your vantage point you can see some scars where his bandages have fallen off, silvery scars that look a lot like bite marks...

Eddie looks nervous which is rare for him so you don't comment on the scars, you're curious though but don't want to push. "Do they still hurt?" you ask quietly and his smile dims just a bit.

"A little, not as bad as when it first happened though, fucking bats" he curses then his gaze widens as it meets yours. Bats?

"Bats?" you probe gently and make sure that his bandages are secure again, from the small peeks that you can see, the bite marks are healing but still red, some are healed or are silvery scars. It looks like he was mauled, the thought makes your hands shake.

He sighs, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you princess" your heart skips a beat again but you ignore that, still curious what he means.

"Yeah? Try me. Any person in this stupid town can see that it's cursed or something isn't right" Eddie bites his lips and he looks like he wants to tell you, he really does.

"I wish I could sweetheart but it's uh complicated, nda's and cover-ups and shit" Oh. Well shit. "But yeah bats, big bats, not cute ones either but ugly little shits with super sharp teeth and claws. I can let you know that much"

You're stunned but then some of the things that you've heard Dustin say to Jason and other people who don't believe that Eddie's innocent come back to you.

"He's not a murderer. He's a hero. You stupid assholes don't deserve what he did for you"

So Eddie was protecting the town? Dustin too and maybe other people were involved? You smile and begin to clean up Eddie's cuts. "Hmm, Dustin's right then" Eddie looks confused and you lean forward to clean the blood on his nose.

"Oh yeah? What did the little butthead say?" he asks with a fond expression, you giggle at his tone. Like Dustin is his little brother or something, it's sweet. It's sweet how he looks after people in Hellfire Club, and it pisses you off that people just think he's a freak and don't look past their stupid prejudices to see how good Eddie is.

"That you're a hero. I believe that Eddie Munson, then again I've always thought you were a hero" it's Eddie's turn to be speechless as he gawks at you.

"You think I'm a hero?" he looks like he can't believe that anyone would ever think that about him and it hurts your heart so much.

"Well yeah, anyone who takes lost sheep under their wing and protects them like you do? Or risks his life for a town that can't see past their own stupid prejudices to see what's really happening? Yeah, I think you're a hero Eddie" your speech is impassioned and a bit of a rant so you're breathless, eyes sparkling at the end of it.

Once again Eddie is speechless but not for the reasons you think. "You're beautiful" he murmurs awed and you're flustered once again. Damn it.

"Maybe the hero gets the girl?" he asks softly and there goes your traitor heart again. Does he mean you? Or some other girl maybe. The thought hurts your heart but you plaster a smile on your face.

"I'm not sure any girl could resist those pretty eyes Eddie" a faint blush coats his cheeks at your compliment and he fakes a swoon, smiles at you all dimples and cuteness.

"Flattery works with me princess, not only am I a hero but I also have pretty eyes" you giggle at his overdramatic gestures.

He's all patched up now so he puts his shirt back in and a funny tension hangs in the air. "So, uh would you like to hang out again? when I'm not all beat up and shit. Maybe Friday?" Oh. You beam and nod feeling shy all of a sudden.

"Like a date?" you ask hopefully and he's still blushing faintly. It's so cute and you're sure tonight you're going to be squealing over every interaction the two of you had.

"Yeah, a date princess, he moves closer and the way he's looking at you is sending your heart into overdrive. "can, can I kiss you?" He asks and you nod, wanting nothing more than to press your lips against his plush pink ones.

He strokes your cheek and then his lips meet yours, it starts off gentle and hesitant, then it deepens and you gasp pulling him closer. You both come away a little bit dazed and you giggle as he flops dramatically on the bed.

"Now that was some kiss sweetheart, he beams at the sound of your giggles, when you sober up you bite your lip and decide to tell him a secret.

"I never thought you'd notice me" you say it quietly but he still hears it and gapes like you've truly stunned him this time.

"Seeing your pretty smile dragged me out of bed most days sweetheart, even more than d&d but that's our little secret" he winks and you make a zipping motion. Before you leave Eddie pulls you into another kiss then another.

Okay, so maybe you could be a little late to return your movie at Family Video if it meant kissing Eddie some more.

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[sometimeslwish]

A Dance 'Round The Memory Tree

Read an "mc remembers Sylus" fic (I will link it once I find it), and then this came out. I'll add each guys version to this post later, because those are also in my head.

Tags: Established relationship (think, all the way after nightly rendezvous) Sylus x you, Sylus x reader, genderless mc, reader is mc.

"No!" You yelled, hand reaching out into the darkness of your room as you awoke violently. There's tears on your face and your throat hurts, yet the physical pain is like nothing compared to what you feel.

You can still smell the blood, smell the smoke and feel the hilt of your sword in your hands. His voice is still clear in your head.

You get out of bed like a bat out of hell, uncaring of what time it might be. A plethora of imagines play in your head. The datura flower field, Sylus in chains, him carrying you as you flew in the night sky, the treasures you plundered, your last days together.

You must press on.

Only you and this flower can touch me there.

I like your eyes.

Your footsteps are noisy.

You need to see him– you have to, if it's the last thing you'll do. You barely remember to put on some shoes in your haste to pick up your keys and get out of the room, not caring for changing your pijamas.

You're driven by desperation, taking your bike to the n109 zone, barely paying attention to the speed limits as you make your way over. You're relieved, angry, happy, sad and terrified. A whirlwind of emotions that go too fast for you to keep track of. You feel like you're going crazy.

Your dragon is here, he found you and he stayed even when you weren't the same. He stayed even though you were scared, even though you pushed him away, waiting patiently for you.

Your dragon

You want to laugh, gratefulness and pride swelling in your chest.

You burst into the base like hell broke loose, as if you're leading the army of demons that will wreak havoc. The sight is oddly reminiscent of the sorceress you were once. You find him in his office with the twins, and the whirlwind of emotions comes right back at the sound of his voice.

"What a surprise, kitten."

You want to hit him, angry at him for making you kill him, so you do. You slap his shoulder before pulling him up from his chair, burying your face in his neck as you cling to him, finally breaking down in his arms. You missed him. You missed him so fucking much and now he was finally here, in your arms.

He's quick to signal the twins to leave you alone, concerned looks exchanged before the door clicked shut behind them. His arms surround you and you can't help but shudder at the warmth, clinging to him even harder as you cried.

"Sweetie?"

"Why?" The words come out of you mouth before you can stop them "Why did you leave? Why did you make me kill you? Why?!" You don't know if he understands you, you can barely understand your own words as you babble between sobs and wails.

You let him pull you towards the couch and you make yourself comfortable on his lap, not leaving any room for discussion. You barely register the way he softly shushes you, his hand making soothing motions on your back, or the way he holds you just as hard as you cling to him. You don't know how much time passes before the tears stop, you only know that you feel numb and exhausted. You sniffle your nose, and use the inner side of the neck of your shirt to clean it.

"Have some water, sweetie," you stare blankly at the cup in his hands before meeting Sylus's concerned eyes, and you can't help the tears that cloud your eyesight. His eyes, his beautiful blood red eyes.

"Why did you have to die?" Is all you can muster to say as you raise a hand to his cheek, holding his face like it'll break in your hands if you weren't gentle. "What was the point of all of that if you couldn't be by my side? I just wanted you, only needed my dragon and nothing more." The tears are falling again, and you close your eyes as you cry, this time softer and quieter. The cup is left forgotten as he pulls you back in.

"It was either me or you, beloved, and I couldn't let it be you." Sylus's answer comes after a while in silence, his voice a broken whisper. You can feel the weight he carried in it. That does very little to soothe you. Instead, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him so this time it's him who hides, like you're trying to protect him. His arms wrap around your waist in response, the hold possessive and gentle, and he sighs into your neck. You run a hand through his hair, a sad smile on your lips.

You always wanted to do that.

You keep holding each other in silence, and you get to calm down before all of those memories resurface, and everything finally makes sense.

His insistence on resonating with you, the visions and the voices that came with him using his eye on you, the hurt you'd caught on his face when Philip had said that you were disgusted by him.

How everything felt so right even when you felt like you couldn't trust him, the familiarity. You finally understood.

"You tried so hard, didn't you?" you whispered. "At the beginning," you add when he pulls away to look at you, with a huff of laughter even though laughing is the last thing you want to do. "I couldn’t make sense of why you were trying so hard to resonate with me... you just wanted me to remember."

You let him dry your face and after that, you drink some water. You get to cuddle on the couch, with him on top of you, and the storm of emotions settles as you talk for hours, finally getting the answers to your questions. You're playing with his hair in the way he likes, and you find yourself thinking about how if he still were a dragon, his chest would probably rumble above yours. His weight and warmth make you feel sleepy.

"I don't appreciate you starving me for three days, mister." You poke his ribs before yawning and settling deeper into the couch. "You still have to make up for that." You whine softly when he gets up, frowning softly before he picks you up.

"We can discuss that later, sweetie, rest for now." There's a soft smile on his lips, and you can't help but smile back, even if a little lopsided as sleep catches up to you.

"You'll stay with me while I sleep, right?" You ask when he lays you in bed, making space for him under the covers and quickly settling your head on his chest once he joined.

"Of course, sweetheart."

That's the last thing you hear before falling under, with his erratic heartbeat on your ear and his warmth on your body.

Your Sylus.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

was reading Fords pov of payphone birthday and I noticed that he said he hopes it wasn’t a being that targets a specific person? You have also made several comments on asks about Stan’s emotions…being less volatile as a result from the gloop

is the monster gonna come back and gets him as it is already attracted to incredibly depressed and sad dudes?

Listen. Its taking every fiber of my being not to expand Pay Phone Birthday Blues into a multi fic where they all go on a road trip to get Stan's car, while Stan's still suffering under the effects of almost being eaten, and also getting hunted down by the Entity so it can finish its meal.

I'm just. Really envisioning a specific scene. Like, halfway to Stan's car or back he sort of wanders off by himself, not paying attention or he gets separated or something, and its not that dark, but he's freaking out a little and, well.

There's a pay phone right down the street. He'll just call the motel they were staying at, hope one of the Fords is there to answer, and sit tight until they get him. If not he can just figure something out, no biggie.

Gets some loose change from his pocket, and man, its a little hot, huh? Thats the thing about deserts though, they don't cool until the suns down, but its fine. The motel has ac, and so does the car. No biggie. Puts the change into the pay phone, picks up the phone, dials the number and-

All at once every defensive ward and spell Fords saddled Stan with goes off, and the world goes pitch black. The heat is way more intense, and he can see shadows wiggling over the barrier that popped into existence around him when the world disappeared.

He just got eaten. Again.

Except it can't dig in and finish its meal, because Stan's got more wards on his person than anything ever, and it can't break through to get at him. Stan's standing in its pocket dimension stomach, clutching the pay phone and listening as it breathes and whispers around him, not trying to hide what it is now that they both know whats happening here.

But he's got the pay phone, and so he makes a frantic call to the motel and leaves an almost incomprehensible message with the clerk for Ford before the line goes dead mid call

The phone's part of the entity after all, and it's not going to let him call for help again.

So now they're both just. There. Stan's in its stomach, not digesting because Ford's wards are keeping it at bay, but its not really comforting because he is still in its stomach. Its very hot, very dark, not dead silent anymore, as he can hear it whispering creepily and also its stomach gurgling.

Its terrifying. The darkness is wiggling like hands, teeth, claws, and also maybe a stomach. Hard to say with the shimmery barrier in the way and Stan huddling down, clutching his knees in terror.

Since Fords closer he can track Stan down (freaking out, because half the trackers he stuck on Stan aren't working, which means-), figure out where the two dimensions are closest, and use magic to physically pull Stan out again. Or something. Details are blurry there, but Ford saves the day here.

Then the pay phone follows them. Now that Stan's aware of it, he realizes it the same pay phone, innocently sitting in places pay phones would be, and no one but him can see it. Its a lure, trying to get Stan to use it so the Entity can pounce.

BUT! I already have Princess Stan, Doppeldead, Venus Vampire Trap, and my cat Stan's i'm working on. Not to mention Dragon Ford and related shorts. I've got too many ideas and not enough time! Its physically killing me! My brains bursting all the time!

[sabos-husband]

★ No Gods, No Masters

Sabo x Reader ★

Dressrosa Spoilers!! ~ Revolutionary!Reader ~ Gender Neutral ~ Fluff

You're exhausted. Your feet drag all the way from the door to your dresser. You can't help but sigh. You barely tossed your keys to the counter while you kick off your shoes.

You grit your teeth, eyes falling shut. You sigh again, deeper this time. Your fingers are heavy and numb as they undo the zipper of your jacket. It hangs loosely on your shoulders as you reach to undo your work shirt.

You hear a throat clear. You open your eyes.

You meet wide eyes. Sabo's.

You refasten your collar's button.

"Hi, chief," you say drowsily. Sabo, who was previously stuck sitting at your desk, stands up quickly. The chair clatters when Sabo's quick rise almost tosses it. His cheeks are pink. "Hey— I know it's late, but.." He trails.

You must be really tired, because for a second, it almost looks like Sabo's face is getting pinker. It's cute. He's cute.

You slide your jacket from your shoulders, tossing it somewhere into the dark room. You walk closer to Sabo, whose stunned silence speaks for him, and reach over his shoulder. You can hear how tight his breathing gets when you grab the sweater on your desk. You step back, and Sabo breathes fully once again.

"Can I help you?" You ask.

Sabo slowly sits down again. "I just need the documents you compiled for Dragon."

"Oh, those. They need a breakdown for you to understand. Let me," you yawn, "shower, then I'll explain it to you. I just need.. Fifteen minutes."

Sabo starts to stand up. "It's fine, it was inappropriate for me to show up this late anyways. I'll just head—"

You shove Sabo down into the chair again. Your palm lingers on his chest. "Ten minutes."

Sabo's stiff under your hand. "Ten minutes."

You crack a smile. "I'll be out soon," you say with a gentle pat to Sabo's cheek.

Even after you had collected a pair of shorts with the sweater and a towel from your bedside before retreating to the bathroom, Sabo hadn't moved.

He stands up suddenly. He takes large strides to the door, freezes with his hand over the knob, then turns around to walk back to your desk. Soft flames dance on Sabo's palm to light his way.

Pens, scraps of paper, pages, thick books—all sorts of clutter swept across the crowded desk. It's almost impressive to be this messy, he muses to himself. He can relate, at least. A small candle catches Sabo's eye. He picks it up, lighting it before extinguishing his palm. Its gentle gleam illuminates enough for his eyes to begin adjusting.

He spends some time rifling through drawers, driven more by his nervous compulsion to move rather than a drive to be nosey.

It all shifts, however, when his eyes land on a letter.

Sabo sinks into the seat again. His hands almost shake when he brushes his gloved fingertips over its cover. In a thoughtful, swirling script, Sabo sees his very own name penned on its cover.

On the back, the letter was sealed close with blue wax. The chief curses to himself. He almost considers heating your letter opener to pry off the preserved seal and read it secretly, but then he hears the water shut off and he shoves the letter back. He panics.

Truly, the speed he moved at deserves applause. He can barely maintain a look of casual professionalism when he flips to a random page of a random book the moment you emerge from the bathroom.

Sabo almost drops the book when he sees you. You have a towel draped around his shoulders, damp hair letting droplets roll down your neck, and a significantly more lucid look to your eyes. The look, sharp enough for Sabo to start perspiring, falls to the book’s cover. “I love that one.”

Sabo looks over the top of the page for a title… Ah, there it is. A formerly-enslaved woman's memoir—he remembers seeing its title in a list of books banned by the World Government. Fitting for a revolutionary; fitting for you.

Speaking of you, Sabo looks up. "I've never finished it." Or started it, for that matter.

When he makes eye contact, you have an eyebrow cocked. Sabo flushes. In his defense, he was never really known for his subtlety. Or his interest in reading.

Sabo shuts the book, placing it over the letter he haphazardly tossed. "So, the report?"

You smile at him, too knowing for comfort, before grabbing the chair's arms. You tug Sabo over to the bed with ease, where you sit down on the mattress and swipes the report from your bedside table. "It's nothing too confusing," you hum, thumbing through the materials. "It illustrates the different actions from the other armies, what our informants in the Marines have been seeing, stuff like that..."

Sabo... Well, Sabo stops listening after that. Can you blame him!? The way you look up at him, making sure he's paying attention—Seas, he should really be paying attention—before smiling and looking down to scan the report. The way your tongue darts out to wet your lips...

So, yeah. There's no way in hell he'd pay attention.

It bites him in the ass when you look up with those pretty eyes of yours, looking at him expectantly. He blinks at you. "...What?"

You snort. "I asked if you had any questions."

"Oh-" Sabo shakes his head. "No, no, I- um, if I have any questions, I'll find you. In the morning." He reaches for the report.

With all your kindness, you don't call him on his shoddy bluff. You just hand over the papers with a sleepy grin. He tucks them safely into his coat as he stands from your desk chair.

"Well, this was a pleasure," and truly it was, "but I'll leave you to sleep now." He absentmindedly tugs at the lip of his glove before turning around.

"Ah- Chief?" You grab his wrist just before Sabo can make his escape.

The door's just so close. Your cool palm soothes the heat boiling under his skin. Sabo turns his head. "Yes?"

"The book," slowly, you mumble, "do you want to borrow it?"

The gentle moon filters through the drawn curtains. Paired with the candlelight, You look like an angel. It addles his brain. Sabo nods without thinking.

The smile he gets in response makes the entire night of heartache worth it.

He leaves the bedroom with a mediocre understanding of the report and an overwhelming feeling of warmth.

If he were any smarter, though, he would rifle through the book's pages and find a letter with the blue wax seal slipped between the introduction and first chapter.

[the-fiction-witch]

My Perfect Bride

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Smutty Word Count - 1119

Jacaerys shifted and squirmed a little against the black sheets of his bed, the fire glowing in the darkness, the storm raging beyond the walls of DragonStone, he shifted trying to get comfortable but he was still half awake however his shifting seemed to stir the other body in his bed, Y/n laid in the other half of his bed, his betrothed. She wasn't supposed to be here so late or share his bed but given their wedding coming in only a few short days they bent the rules tonight for a cuddle, she laid in the end in her blue nightgown gracefully over her body, her curls loose on the pillow, her chest rising and falling with each of her slow breaths, her lips parted and her eyes softly closed.

Jacaerys heavy arm rested over Y/n's waist and pulled her closer to him. He kissed her shoulder and the base of her neck slowly, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and the warmth of her body. Slowly his arm tightened around her waist, pulling their bodies even closer together. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of light kisses there. 

Y/n stirred and shifted, her voice grumbled a little sound that sort of resembled his name, 

His hand slipped under the hem of her nightgown, his fingers tracing languidly along her inner thigh. He couldn't stop the smile that spread over his face Jacaerys loved the way she felt against him. His fingertips continued their gentle caress along her inner thigh. "Say my name. Say my name again," he whispered in her ear, his voice husky with desire. "I want to hear it." He nipped at the soft skin of her neck, his thumb stroking lazy circles just above her hipbone.

She wiggled and squirmed in her sleep as she woke more and more each second "Jace... What are you doing?" She yawned,

He moved his hands upwards, his fingers skimming over the bare skin of her hip and up to the trim of her nightgown. "I can't sleep," he mumbled against her neck, his voice still low and husky. "Just keep lying on your side, I want you so much."

"I'm not sure this will help you sleep Jace, more likely to wake you up I'd assume?" She teased

Jacaerys let out a sound between a laugh and a groan, his lips trailing along the expanse of Y/n's neck. "You're perfect," he murmured between kisses, his fingers slipping beneath the flimsy strap of her nightgown and sliding it off her shoulder. "Don't want to sleep. Want to touch you."

"alright Jace..." She yawns close to drifting back to sleep once more too tired to debate with him

Jacaerys kissed and nipped his way down her shoulder, pulling the strap of her nightgown lower on her arm. He kissed her skin reverently, his touch both gentle and urgent as he explored the curves of her body. His thumb traced patterns on the bare skin of her stomach, his fingers sliding further up her thigh. He wanted to touch her everywhere, commit the feel of her skin to memory. Jacaerys felt a pang of desire shoot through him at the sight of her the way the moonlight illuminated her skin, the way her body responded to his touch. His breath hitched, his fingers tracing along her side towards her breast. "Y/n," he whispered, "I want to touch you, taste you, feel you. please."

"what is it, Jace?" She yawns

He pressed his body closer to hers, his chest pressed firmly against her back, his lips ghosting over her neck. "I can't stop thinking about you. All day, all night, it's like you're all I have in my mind. I want to touch you, taste you, claim you as mine. I'll do whatever you ask, say whatever you want, but please, let me have you." Jacaerys' breath was heavy, his voice thick with desire.

"We shouldn't we're not married yet…"

His lips were tantalizingly close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Please, just a taste. Just a small indulgence before the wedding, just this once. No one has to know, I'll behave, I'll be good. Just let me have you, just for tonight." His thumb traced gently along her inner thigh, sending shivers down her spine.

"... alright jacaerys just... Be gentle"

His breath hitched in his chest, a rush of affection flooding him at her words. He knew how much control it had taken her to surrender to his desires. "I promise," he whispered, his hand still tracing gently along her inner thigh, the other moving to tangle in the mass of her curls. He pressed his body closer, his hips flushed against hers, his lips moving to her neck.

she giggled clearly excited too she moved sitting up and lightning a small candle beside the bed, she turned kissed his lips softly, they shared a few small innocent kisses but Jacaerys couldn’t wait his hands slipped down from her waist to the hem of her nightie and quickly threw it from her body, leaving her completely exposed to his eyes, she couldn't stop her giggles as she laid down on his bed on her back letting him soak all of her in, 

Jacaerys' breath caught in his throat at the sight of her naked body laid bare before him, his hands instantly moving to touch her, his fingers skating over her curves in an almost reverent manner. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life," he murmured, his eyes roaming over her in wonder. "My perfect bride."

"your not disappointed?"

He shook his head emphatically, a smile spreading across his face as he touched her like he had dreamt about for so long. "No," he said softly, his eyes fixed on hers. "You're perfect. You're everything I want, everything I need. And now you're going to be my wife. How could I be anything but happy?" He kissed her deeply, pouring all of his love and admiration into it.

"I don't know if you imagined your wife better?”

Jacaerys chuckled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. He knew this was an insecurity that had been weighing on her for a while, and he wanted to banish it. "No," he said firmly, his eyes locking with hers. "Not bigger, not smaller, just perfect. There isn't a single thing I'd change about you. I love the way you look, I love the way you feel. You're perfect. And you're mine. And once we are married I promise I will make you know how much I love your body every single night," He pressed closer against her body, his fingers roaming over her skin as he kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping inside her mouth hungrily…

Masterlist Of Jacaerys Velaryon

[avocadorablepirate]

Beneath The Surface - 5

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: When memories, buried deep within your sea of emotions, resurface, you’re left to question what lies beneath the surface. Did he truly mean to leave you behind, or was there something more to his silence than you ever understood?

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of smoking, mentions of death, mild gore, OP spoilers, this story follows the Dressrosa arc.

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Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait, been a busy couple of months. Just for the long wait I’m going to upload one more chapter either tomorrow or some time next week :) Anyway, thank you for reading, hope you like this chapter.

Law felt his stomach drop. Doflamingo let out a maniacal laugh that echoed through the shattered throne room, followed by a low almost thoughtful hum. "Such a shame," he mused. "If you had both stuck with me...maybe you two could have lived a good life together." His words dripped with false pity, a cruel and unforgiving grin forming. "But now, I'll have to kill you both."

Law clutched Y/N tighter against him, desperate to keep her safe. Doflamingo's presence, his words, even Luffy's angry shouts as he tried to get out of the threads Doflamingo had wrapped him in - none of it mattered. Nothing mattered except the girl bleeding out in his arms.

Doflamingo shook his head in mock disappointment, letting out a small sigh. "The biggest mistake you made," he drawled, voice rising with pride. "Was thinking you ever had a chance of defeating me. I am of the noblest blood! A Celestial Dragon!"

Law felt more sick than he had previously. Each word that Doflamingo spoke was another knife to the gut. He has always known that Doflamingo carried himself like he was a cut above the rest. But hearing those words from his mouth made Law's stomach twist with revulsion. And then, Doflamingo twisted the knife even deeper.

"And you know who else is?"

Law's breath stilled. His world seemed to tilt.

No.

Doflamingo was lying. He had to be. It had to be nothing more than his usual manipulative lies. But the gleam in his eyes never left. Sheer amusement dancing behind them as he watched Law take in his every word. "Oh, come now!" he said, almost giddy. "There was a reason why I said she reminded me of Corazon...all that unbridled compassion. Unable to hurt even the smallest fly. Don't tell me you never wondered!"

It suddenly all made sense. Y/N's past, the way she spoke of her childhood in fragments, never fully understanding the grandeur of the place she lived in. Had she even known?

Corazon. Corazon had been a Celestial Dragon too. Had he known?

A memory stirred - one from years ago, when Law had still been just a boy, following another person who had given him a reason to keep living.

The crackling of fire filled the night air. Hues of gold and amber dancing against the rocky walls of the cave they had taken refuge in.

Corazon sat with his back against a boulder, a cigarette balanced loosely between his fingers as he lazily tended to the morsels of food that they had for the night. Law sat across from him, arms crossed, staring intently at the fire with his usual sullen expression.

Corazon exhaled a wisp of smoke, watching Law shift uncomfortably from the cool wind that rolled through - not about to admit that he was feeling cold. "You're quiet tonight. What's on your mind Law?"

It hadn't been long since they had left the Donquixote Pirates, and Law still wasn't entirely at ease around Corazon. He shot him a guarded glare. "Nothing."

Corazon chuckled, taking another drag. "That can't be true. Usually you're yelling at me about something by now."

Law rolled his eyes and scowled, but he didn't deny it.

A few moments passed in silence before Corazon pressed again. "C'mon, tell me what you're think about."

Law hesitated, his fingers tapping against his knees. He didn't want to say anything - he really didn't - especially not to Corazon. But the worry had been gnawing at him for weeks.

Finally, he muttered under his breath, "...Y/N."

Corazon tried to suppress a smile, he had heard the soft whisper of Law's friend's name, but he loved to tease. "What was that?"

"Y/N...," Law said louder this time, but still hesitant.

Corazon raised a brow, intrigued. "Oh?" A shit-eating grin spread across his face. "Now this is interesting."

Law scowled once more. "Shut up."

But Corazon's grin only widened, revelling in the boy's sudden shyness. "Stoic little Law, thinking about a girl?" He placed a hand dramatically over his heart before wiping a fake tear. "Why I never thought this day would come. What a historic moment."

Law turned away, hiding the heat creeping up his neck. "It's not like that."

Corazon hummed, clearly amused by the sight before him.

Law let out a sharp exhale, his hands now nervously fidgeting at his sides. "I just...will she be safe?"

Corazon paused mid drag, his teasing smile faltered momentarily. "Don't worry! We'll go back for her once you're cured."

But that hadn't been enough to convince Law. If anything, his shoulders slumped further, his expression more grim. Corazon noticed the shift and, after a second, tried a different approach. “What’s she like?” he asked casually, hoping the subject might distract Law from whatever was weighing him down.

Law seemed to be in thought. "...Strong." His voice was quieter now. "She's strong in her own way."

Corazon's expression softened slightly. "What do you mean?"

Law picked up a small rock and threw it into the fire. Sparks shot up into the air before fading. “She’s always helping people. Even when she has no reason to. Even when they've done nothing but hurt her. She just does it anyway.”

Corazon smiled faintly. “Sounds like me."

Law scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

The older man laughed, ruffling Law’s hair despite the boy’s protests.

But Corazon saw it - the way Law’s voice softened when he spoke about her. The way his eyes flickered, a little more alive. To Corazon's surprise Law continued to speak. “She never talks about it, but...I can tell. She didn’t grow up like us. She lived somewhere big - like a palace or something. She said it was lonely. Always had guards, always had people watching her, but she never really knew them. Then one day her parents decided to leave it all behind."

Corazon blew out smoke, his expression unreadable as he mulled over something far more serious than teasing Law about his obvious attachment. His grip on his cigarette tightened for a fraction of a second before he forced himself to relax. A palace, isolation, a life of luxury, yet you still felt like you had nothing.

He had no doubt.

He knew where she came from. It now made sense why his brother was so fond of her. But he said nothing. If it were true, Law didn't need that burden - not now.

Instead, he continued to listen to Law ramble on about the girl. “She acts like she’s fine, like losing her family doesn't bother her anymore, but sometimes...I can see it.” His voice dropped lower. “That same loneliness.”

Corazon frowned at Law's words, but made an attempt to lift the mood. "She seems like she's trouble," he said, a teasing smirk forming on his lips.

"She’s not!" Law snapped, his voice sharp with instinctive protectiveness, as if she were standing right beside him.

Corazon's lips quirked up as he nudged Law with his elbow. “So, what you’re saying is...you’ve been paying an awful lot of attention to her to know she's not trouble?”

Law’s expression twisted into offense. “Shut up.”

Corazon grinned. “No, no, this is interesting. No one knows this much about someone they don't pay attention to. That’s some real dedication, Law.”

Law shoved him. “I swear to god, shut up.”

Corazon burst out laughing, dodging the boy’s next attempt to push him over. “Admit it! You like her - no, you love her don’t you?”

Law buried his face in his hands, hiding his cheeks that were burning red. “I do not.”

“Oh, you definitely do.”

“I don’t.”

Corazon smirked, resting his chin on his hand. “Tell me, have you ever wanted to punch someone just because they upset her?”

Law flinched.

Corazon’s smirk grew. “Can't deny the allegations now Law."

Law groaned. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Corazon grinned, taking his coat off and placing it over Law. “But you do love her~” his voice sang. Law scowled, but there was no real bite to it.

Corazon exhaled slowly, watching the smoke disappear. After a long pause, he spoke. "You know...sometimes, people like her - the ones who give everything without asking for anything in return - those are the ones who need protecting the most."

Law glanced at him, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice. Corazon offered a soft smile. “So, protect her, Law. Once this is all done, go protect her."

Law looked back at the fire, Corazon’s words sinking in.

“Yeah…”

Those words echoed through Law's head now like a curse.

"Oh this is too good."

Law was drawn away from the memory - Doflamingo's voice, smug and venomous, cutting in. "You've connected the dots, haven't you?" He smirked. "Corazon must have known. But he didn't tell you. How tragic."

It didn’t matter that Corazon didn't tell him. It didn't matter even if Y/N knew. Right now, all that mattered was that she was dying - and it was because of him.

"Poor, poor Law," Doflamingo mocked. "To have everything fall apart minutes before your death." Doflamingo stepped closer, strings dancing at the tips of his fingers. "It makes me kind of pity you."

Law felt his heart pound against his ribs, his mind screamed at him to move - to do something - to protect Y/N like Corazon had once told him to.

But he hadn't.

He had attacked with the full intent to kill, and she had been the one to take the blow. His Injection Shot had torn through her insides, just as he had planned it to do to Doflamingo.

He hadn't protected her.

He had hurt her.

And now, the image of Y/N's bloodied body, the memory of Corazon's dying smile, the sound of Doflamingo's laughter - it was all too much.

Doflamingo was right. She was like Corazon. And Law? Law was starting to think he was like Doflamingo. He hurt the people he called family.

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[mcflymemes]

INQUISITION PARTY BANTER  *  assorted dialogue from dragon age inquisition

you... actually look like that?

thank you for remembering. sometimes people forget me.

it's interesting watching you. the way you carry yourself when you use magic.

why are you so angry at your father? he wants to help and you know he does.

no one needs to see my arse.

you're set on being sad forever.

remember, do not use it like a sword.

i'd just eat the cheese.

always knew you were up to something.

you didn't always have a beard.

sometimes love isn't enough.

there were so many wonderful hats.

you're happier now, [name].

you have so many feelings.

i am uncertain whether to believe you.

the world doesn't make sense to them. it's too real.

you're right about that. they would.

do you need to eat? or sleep?

you would stop it if you could.

i can't tug it loose without tearing it.

stop. it isn't about you.

i believe i can work with that.

you have other things to carry.

you're serious, aren't you?

you let it keep hurting because you think hurting is who you are.

it is because you think you have to?

you ask a lot of questions, [name].

why be ashamed? power should be respected, not swept under the carpet.

i'll have to steal that one.

hey, when this is all done, if you ever need my help for anything, you just ask, all right?

maybe you're not a complete moron.

we were having a moment, and now you've ruined it.

i can't believe you drank that swill at the tavern.

i'm well aware you lied to me.

that is... remarkably decent of you.

i don't want to think about that right now.

you need a hairbrush.

when you charge at them, you make them hit you.

i'm curious about you. i had no idea something like you was possible.

how do you want to be remembered? valiant yet sexy rebel against the status quo?

it's not easy finding people willing to shoulder such a terrible responsibility.

it's not such a terrible thing. some of my best friends are murderers.

who's judging now?

i know your kind.

i know that what comes out of your mouth is the same drivel that comes out of theirs.

careful i don't club you on the head.

if i had something to say, i'd say it.

if we're going to fight at each other's side, we need to get along.

enough, both of you.

you said i could ask you questions.

how do you get your hair to do that?

do you think we could ever be friends?

killing him won't make anything better.

if you really cared, you could ask.

you caught the eye of a young woman in that last village.

i just need to know you're capable of higher thought. for my own comfort.

i question your reasons for being here.

my reasons for being here are the same as yours.

i think that's the first time i've heard you admit anything is complicated.

what made you change your mind?

i will try to be more like you.

you should learn to watch your back.

i mean. could be naked more. that'd be better.

beardy people are supposed to be jolly.

why are you complaining?

you're smirking again.

right, here we go. what is it from you?

there is no need to tell anyone that.

does yelling while we're walking around count?

stop pointing that at me!

you need a drink or something, you tell me.

[worldly-fluster]

Snapdragon

Dragon!Sylus x non-mc! Reader

AND

Sylus x non-mc Reader

Part 3 of ?

(Each Part looks different in the beginning lolol oh well)

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I sat waiting for a while, this is the first time in the few days I have been here that I've been left alone...the longest time in a little over a year that I've been without my Snapdragon.

Being left with my thoughts and memories, I can't help but think. With nothing and no one to distract me.

-**

"What do you think of this?"

I held up a small dragon doll I made from a blanket Sylus accidentally tore up with his claws in his sleep.

"...what is it supposed to be?"

"It's supposed to be a dragon...does it look bad?"

Sylus lifted the limp, lumpy dragon from my hands to see it closer.

"Hm...not bad but why would you do this?"

"Bored mostly, and this little dragon can keep me company when you're busy."

"Well I'm here right now."

He threw the little lumpy dragon to the side.

"There's no need for any other dragon."

---

"How did that...song go again?"

"Hm?"

"The one about Stargazing...intertwining souls?"

"Ah, it's one of my favorites. It goes like...hm..."

"Hm?"

"No give me a second I'm trying to remember the words for the chorus...ah! Got it, ahem..."

Sylus kept his attentive gaze on me as I sang the chorus, and tried to remember the rest of the song.

"Take my heart don't break it, love me to my bones. All this time I wasted, you were right there all along. You and I stargazing, intertwining souls. We were never strangers, you were right there all along."

"...more?"

"That's...all I remember off the top of my head, sorry."

"Don't be sorry...I liked it."

---

"Snapdragon~"

"Hm?"

"I might need some new clothes...these ones are kinda..."

"What's wrong with your clothes?"

I held up a dirt covered sweater, the shirt I was wearing torn and stained, my pants no better. I felt stinky and dirty, I really wanted- more like needed, new clothes.

"What's wrong with the garments you have now?"

He didn't see a problem with your attire, he actually kinda liked your natural smell that clung to the cloth covering you. Of course he did, he was a dragon first and foremost. Also, you didn't need anything fancy, it wasn't like there were any people you needed to dress for.

"I...I feel gross. If I stay in these much longer I might even get sick."

As soon as you said 'sick' he immediately started moving to get up. He didn't want you to get sick, that would be troublesome.

"I will go get you something."

"Thank you Sylus."

---

I lay, spread out in my little area Sylus let's me occupy, not knowing what to do...

"I'm doing nothing because nothing is doing me."

Sylus sits up and stares incredulously at my prone form.

"...what?"

"Did you know that the Egyptians thought the most significant thing you can do in life is die?"

Sylus stared with wide eyes for a moment before huffing and sprawling out next to me.

"There's something wrong with you..."

"Yep."

---

For some reason today, Sylus was acting...weird.

He wouldn't look me in the face, if he did it wasn't for long, and when I would do something his eyes almost always followed me.

When I asked about it he just responded, "Nothing."

I gave up after a while and went on to do my own thing...but boredom found me quick.

In my boredom, because he wasn't talking much, I thought maybe he would look pretty with some jewels hanging from his horns.

As I got close to him, he had his back to me but when he heard me coming he slightly turned his head to see what I was up to.

I stopped just a bit away from him and asked-

"Can I play with your hair again?"

A minute later I found myself seated next to him. He was laying on his stomach with his face in mine, his arms curled around me slightly. There was a slight rumble coming from his chest as I played with his hair and rubbed the base of his horns. He hardly noticed me loosely hanging jewelry from his horns, and if he did he didn't show it.

After I was done, I gently pulled his face from my stomach, my hands on either side of his face. I smiled when I saw his half lidded eyes and small frown on his face because I stopped playing with his hair.

I lightly squeezed his face, making his lips pucker and his eyebrows furrowed.

"You're so...ugh!"

I couldn't handle the way he was being adorable and planted a kiss on his nose, making him widen his eyes and go crosseyed.

That alone was too cute, once again, so I peppered his face with many more kisses. The cuteness aggression getting to me.

He grunted but didn't make to move away as he closed his eyes. His heart fluttering faster than he's used to. He didn't know what to do as you continued your affectionate tryst.

He could get used to this.

-**

While remembering those moments, ones I wish lasted forever, I didn't realize there were tears falling down my face.

I was knocked from my memories when I heard a cawing from above, right before the fluttering of crow wings as Mephisto landed on the bench beside me.

Caw! Caw?

I wiped my face, trying and failing to hide my tears.

"I'm okay, I'm okay...just remembering some stuff."

I let out a sad chuckle as Mephisto waddled closer.

"Maybe even a little homesick but... it's okay."

I gently held out my hand to lightly run the back of my fingers on his feathery chest. His smooth feathers soothing my whirlwind of thoughts.

"Is it though?"

I heard a deep, familiar voice behind me, startling me a bit.

Letting out a noise of surprise I turned around, my wide eyes landing on a familiar face that lacked the dark scales I was used to. My heart thumped in my chest uncomfortably.

"...Sylus...right?"

He chuckled as he nodded slightly.

"And...MC if I'm not mistaken. You aren't the MC I know though."

"No."

"I heard from Mephisto that you knew a Sylus before?"

"Oh um yeah, I did..."

"... Interesting. Tell me more on the ride."

He took a step to the side, letting me get a full view of the fancy sports car behind him.

Strange, I thought he rode motorcycles?

"I normally have a different ride, but I think the privacy of a car is much needed at this time."

He holds out his large, pale hand.

"Come."

***Sorry it's short lol it's more of a filler chapter***

@poptrim @lavvytae

I think that's all the tags I have RN lol ❤️

[diminuel]

Honestly, Dragon can be used for a good "Cora is alive" twist. (Spitballing here, but since it got mentioned by the one anon, I thought it'd be fun to spitball) Also, I'ma apologize right here, this was supposed to be like. 3 Sentences max, and then I started rambling. And then I didn't stop rambling. My apologies, hella apologies. I'm sorry.

Revolutionaries found out about the Op-Op fruit, and were moving to intercept the deal. Small group, trying to stay covert. Dragon is among them since this kind of devil fruit isn't one that just anyone should have.

Well, whether they get in before, during, or after the bird cage, I could see them stumbling across Cora's body and....Dragon knows that face. He knows that face. It's covered in blood and makeup, sure, but he can recognize Ivankov, he knows that face from Somewhere. And it hits him, like a ton of bricks. That's the brat Sengoku took in. He knows that's the brat, he knows that kid. And it's hard to look at the face of someone you knew when they were like, 10, and go "I can leave him for dead".

He's not sure which Marine Ship is on that island, but he can trust any marine about as far as they can throw a sea king, so he's not risking That.

Then, given the extent of his injuries, unless Ivankov is still out of prison at the time...Even with medical care, Cora would probably be out of comission for a few years. But! A devil fruit like the Nagi Nagi no Mi is Incredibly useful to Dragon's cause, which, should Cora tell him about it, gives him good cause to keep them man around.

After everything with Law, the Marine's probably leave a bad taste in Cora's mouth. But he's not fit for pirate life either, so,,,, Ofcourse, Rosinante can't really leave. Not with Doffy still on the loose, so he would probably hang around the headquarters, or go on covert missions. The big thing being he's more of an Open Secret. If you're a part of the Revolutionaries, Proper, chance are you've met him. But if you ever only visit, if you're not there long, than you wouldn't even know he exists.

He's a covert-ops specialists. He uses his devil fruit to disepear, and gather information. Sometimes with the help of others, sometimes not. Dragon has him putting his skills from being undercover on Doffy's crew to Work. (Hell, I think it'd be fun if the one Broken skill the Nagi Nagi No Mi, is also suppressing the "Silenced" person, or area, from Observation Haki(Tho that might be to broken for silly silence fruit))

Could also just do a gag of he's litterally out on a mission anytime Croc stopped by. Either way! Between his role, and the fact he's trying to avoid Doffy (for the time being, he doesn't want his whole, Being Alive thing to go public. Which means ignoring his own desire to go make sure Law is okay.), he probably wouldn't even be realized as alive by non-Revolutionaries, until like. Post-Timeskip Post-Dressrossa.

Anyway, I am once more apologizing for how long this got. This was supposed to be like. 3 silly sentences. Then I got caught up in Details and Semantics. And we're just lucky I didn't add 2 more paragraphs of me just, breaking down the "how this could work within the One Piece timeline" thing. Once again, I apologize.

You're more than welcome to extend your ramblings. Ramblings is what we're all here for!!! (Even though I also always have to apologize for my ramblings. But we shouldn't! Let's ramble together! *lol*)

I was also thinking about Cora maybe ending with the Revolutionaries if he gets saved. Though when you said that people might not know he's there I just imagined Cora sitting in a corner, on fire X'D Or falling down the stairs. Spilling coffee over Dragon's reports. Just a silent calamity haunting the halls of Baltigo but nobody mentions anything. It might also be due to his devil fruit. Like... nobody can talk about him because even though he's here he's... not quite? I think the limit of what a fruit can do is the user's imagination, so it's quite possible that Cora would have unlocked some new skills especially if the fruit awakened upon his near death in an effort to a) keep Law concealed and b) keep Cora alive.

A gag of Crocodile never meeting Cora would be funny, though would they know each other? Would Dragon not say anything about the guy they picked up? (Though I guess the two of them do not entirely involve the other in their affairs. Especially not in an AU where Dragon doesn't tell anyone about his family.)

[stvryyy]

Neuvillette Headcanons

This is my first ever post of me actually writing! Most of what I've learned has come from my early love of writing fanfiction!

If you'd like more please let me know!

Synopsis !

Neuvillette fluff mostly, but it's mostly what I think Neuvillette does/did. No specific pronouns used, can be read as GN!reader

✨ fluff, as I'm not entirely good at smut 😞

✨ Neuvillette obviously loves water, that much we know, but he would make sure that his beloved drinks the recommended amount. So even if you dislike water, you're expected to drink at least 2 glasses a day.

✨ This man gives THE BEST hugs. At first when you first started dating, it was quite awkward. But now the hand placement, the time held.... Everything was made for him. His hands on your hips as you rest your head against his chest, this moment makes him feel vulnerable, yet loved to the extremities.

✨I feel like he'd be a semi clingy lover. Not too clingy where it's suffocating but enough to where he seeks your touch out every once awhile.

✨ Will hold your hand in public, he isn't afraid to let people know what's his, seeing as he's a dragon and those possessive issues get strong....

✨ I feel like Neuvillette would definitely have the melusines do his beloved's hair (if you have long enough hair to style) for dates.

✨ continuing with that hair hc, this a extremely common one, but the melusines definitely braids it hair, that's why it's so loose, and the bow is so low.

✨ Matching jewelery? Matching jewelry. Something small, something to where it won't throw off the elegance and balance. So like a beautiful brooch or a ring (😏).

✨ his draconic form is definitely like a long white snake, like Changsheng, except with the luscious locks and everything else. He's a leviathan as we can tell from his constellation and lore

✨ continuing again, his draconic form is definitely so amazing to cuddle with. It's just so adorable, and huggable his beloved just can't help themselves to smother him in attention.

Thank you so much for reading! I'll try to keep up a posting schedule, but then again it might be hard with starting college this year 💔

[hoedamn-eron]

shut up, kid

You awake to your first Mother’s Day with baby Bateman.

Warnings: Nathan is honestly the only warning you need. I suppose some hints of breastfeeding too (a fed baby is a happy baby, whether bottle or breast). Actually proofread for once, but probably still mistakes that I missed. Word count: 750 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

This was written VERY last minute (by last minute, I mean at 9:30pm on Mother's Day in the UK 😂). Anyway, happy Mother’s Day to all the parents out there! 😊 I’ve recently been very broody and very Nathan oriented, so I created this mostly self-indulgent fic (loosely based on this post from a few weeks ago).

I struggle to write Nathan, I feel like I can't get his personalty, or his demeanour right, so please let me know if I can improve anywhere! I want to write more Nathan!

It was the sound of a loud, high-pitched, excited squeal, that woke you up.

“Hey,” came the voice of your boyfriend, sounding distant and muffled as the sweet caress of sleep called back to you. “I know we came to wake up your mom, but that’s not the way to do it. You want to deal with the dragon before she’s had her morning coffee? No? I fuckin’ thought not. Shut up, kid.”

“You shouldn’t swear at your son,” you muttered into your pillow, knowing now that sleep was just a distant memory.

“Ah, shit.”

You grin into the pillow before you look up, your eyes blurrily settling on your boyfriend, who had a mug of coffee in his left hand (in your favourite mug – one you got from a Blue Book convention back when you were in college, long before you met Nathan...Nathan hated it), and his other hand was occupied supporting your seven-month-old son, Silas, who was happily sitting on Nathan’s hip, still in his footsie pyjamas, chewing on his pointer finger. It was sickening how you carried the kid for nine months, and going through a 36-hour labour, sacrificing your body and your boobs (your nipples will never be the same again), for him to look exactly like Nathan.

You still love the bones off him anyway.

“Kid doesn’t know what I’m saying, it’s fine,” Nathan continues, coming over to you and holding out the mug. You take it, smiling up at Nathan as he leans down to you and presses a kiss against your lips, murmuring a ‘good morning’ to you before he straightens up.

He’s so hot. Even now, he’s just wearing some old sweatpants and a t-shirt (it even has a stain of old baby throw up, which you just couldn’t get out), but it’s the way he’s holding your son...it does things to you.

“Good morning,” you greeted back, taking a sip of your coffee. You nod at Silas as he continued to chew on his finger. “Lost another pacifier?”

“I don’t know what he does with them,” Nathan said, shaking his head, gesturing with now free his hand around the room. “Spend all my fuckin’ spare time trying to find that blue one that he refuses to nap without.”

“Language,” you tell him, take a sip of your coffee.

“Sorry,” he says, almost on autopilot. “I’ll request more for the chopper next week. Think 50 will be enough? Obviously fuckin’ not, he’ll lose them all within a week.”

You laugh as you shake your head at him before looking at Silas. “Is your dada silly?” you ask him in your most annoying baby voice.

The kid loves it. He smiles widely at you and kicks his legs in excitement.

“Anyway,” Nathan says, adjusting Silas in his grip as he looked back at you, evidently choosing to ignore your comment to your son. “Happy Mother’s Day, or whatever. I made you breakfast, your favourite. The kid had some, he loved it, so now we’ll probably have to make it for him every day. I’ll run you a bath and by the time you’re finished it should be ready. While you’re being a lazy ass in the tub and skirting your duties as a mother - “

You go to swat Nathan on the thigh, but he dodges you swiftly and carries on like he was never interrupted.

“Me and this one,” he nods to Silas. “Will work on some tummy time, see if we can start crawling today.”

“Not all kids start crawling at seven months.”

“Not all kids are mine.”

“Debatable, regarding all the sex you were having before we met.”

“You’re reaping all the benefits from ‘all that sex’.”

“You pig.”

“You love me.”

You do. God, you do. So much. But you’re not going to tell him that.

You take a gulp of your coffee, hiding your smile.

“Get your pretty ass out of bed,” Nathan said, already turning away from you, grabbing Silas around the tummy and tossing him lightly in the air and catching him, causing Silas to laugh that cute baby giggle he has that melts your heart. “Come and celebrate your first Mother’s Day.”

He leaves the room, and you laugh to yourself as you distinctly hear the sound of Nathan giving Silas a raspberry on his belly as he walks down the corridor, the squealing sound of laughter from your son following right after.

It sends a warm feeling of joy and happiness through you.

[aly4khq]

# MASTERLIST ?! ｡˚:✧

｡ ATTACK ON TITAN ｡˚:✧

THIS WILL STAY ON THIS MASTERLIST AS I WONT BE DOING AOT (could be changed in future)

➠ LEVI:

• you are strong. ꕤ

tw: sexual assualt.

➠ ONYANKOPON:

• pissing us off. ◯ꕤ

tw: arguing.

➠ MULTIPLE:

• aot unnecessarily raising their voice at you. ◯

tw: cursing?

• aot when you have scarlet witch powers. ꕤ

｡ LOVE AND DEEPSPACE ｡˚:✧

➠ ZAYNE:

• tomorrow's catch! ☆

sum: zayne managed to get you to fall into his trap, once again.

• vibrating sensations!

sum: zayne torturing you with a vibrator in a presentation !

• on time. ꕤ

• let's talk ◯ꕤ

• too big, hm? ☆

• sweet taste ☆

➠ XAVIER:

• outrageous ! ☆

sum: xavier snaps, who doesn't love that !

• sexi xavi! ☆

sum: rafayel and christmas

• bitch boy! ☆

• always tell me ◯ꕤ

• i think... ◯

• i always win! ☆

➠ RAFAYEL:

• vibrating sensation ! ☆

sum: rafayel ALSO torturing you with a vibrator but it's in public!

• rafayel! ☆

• i really cried. ☆

• christmas chaos ☆ꕤ

sum: rafayel and christmas

• can't handle it? ☆

➠ SYLUS:

• nightly rendezvous ! ☆

sum: nightly rendezvous after the scenes !

• tomorrow's catch ! ☆

sum: sylus + jealousy makes a monster indeed.

• vibrating sensation ! ☆

sum: sylus torturing you with a vibrator !

• loosing my mind ! ☆

sum: sylus being in love and making love to you !

• a dragon's lair! ☆

sum: you were exploring Tarus city as a self mission, trying to find the dragon who was told to have lived in the city for many years to come. You thought that you would encounter barely anything, but you were ever so wrong.

• suck it. ☆

• take both! ☆

sum: your little stalker crow overheard you talking about sex with him but it didn't go how you thought it would.

• deep desire ☆ꕤ♡

➠ CALEB:

• gravity's grace ! ☆

sum: caleb's return took a few turns, and by a few i mean a freaky amount.

• pussyeater!caleb !☆

sum: a small drabble of caleb being a pussy eater #2000.

• sir yes sir! ☆

sum: you're the colonel's most troublesome soldier, what will he do with you?

• overstimulating puppy!caleb !

sum: literally caleb being a bad dog, handle that master!you.

➠ MULTIPLE:

• a dad's help ꕤ

sum: you need the dad of this child to help out!

• riding that d!☆

sum: riding that dick!

• incidents, incidents... ꕤ

sum: you are a idol who is known worldwide for your amazing talent and dedication, you loved your group and your career, but at one performance you stumble into a problem when you have an accident on stage.

• your queen ꕤ

sum: as the empress, you hold a strict title and don't take any bs from anyone. but who knows what happens once you are face to face with someone you've been crushing/investigating over.

• oh no, accidents! ꕤ

sum: you've been in an accident!

• they in love with the ass! ꕤ

sum: slapping their butts the hardest you can and running = death wish !

• it’s an eyelash bug! ꕤ

sum: it’s an emergency— roach alert! roach alert!

• i love you soo! ꕤ

sum: you miss him, his latest presence now a blur. you want him back!!

• drunk thoughts! ꕤ

sum: your husband comes to the result of a rambling, needing-to-go-home you…

• thong song! ꕤ

sum: seeing ur thong whilst walking past them in places.

• man-childddd! ꕤ

sum: being caught singing…rather concerning songs by your husband!

｡ LADS SMAU'S ｡˚:✧

11 May — 23 November 2024

1) lost and found - complete!

rafayel! ꕤ

xavier! ꕤ

zayne! ꕤ

2) crazy costume - complete!

rafayel! ꕤ

xavier! ꕤ

zayne! ꕤ

3) send the addy - complete!

all! ꕤ△

4) to my man - complete!

sylus!

5) no hands, bend it over!

all! ♡△

[thenorthsource]

The Wildling and the Lost Boy (for anon)

AGOT – Catelyn III

"Rickon needs you […] He's only three, he doesn't understand what's happening. He thinks everyone has deserted him”

AGOT – Bran VI

"What are you doing here?" [...]

"They are my gods too," Osha said. "Beyond the Wall, they are the only gods."

[…] “The cold winds are rising, and men go out from their fires and never come back … or if they do, they're not men no more, but only wights, with blue eyes and cold black hands. Why do you think I run south with Stiv and Hali and the rest of them fools? Mance thinks he'll fight, […] but what does he know? […] He's never tasted winter. I was born up there, child, like my mother and her mother before her and her mother before her, born of the Free Folk. We remember." Osha stood, her chains rattling together. "I tried to tell your lordling brother. […] But he looked through me […]. So be it. I'll wear my irons and hold my tongue. A man who won't listen can't hear."

AGOT – Bran VII

"I lived my life beyond the Wall, a hole in the ground won't fret me none, m'lords," she said.

[…] Ser Rodrik had ordered Osha's chain struck off, since she had served faithfully and well since she had been at Winterfell. She still wore the heavy iron shackles around her ankles—a sign that she was not yet wholly trusted—but they did not hinder her sure strides down the steps.

[…]

Rickon patted Shaggydog's muzzle, damp with blood. "I let him loose. He doesn't like chains." He licked at his fingers.

ACOK – Bran V

"Osha," Bran asked as they crossed the yard. "Do you know the way north? To the Wall and . . . and even past?"

ACOK – Theon IV

Osha would need to carry Rickon; his little legs wouldn't take him far on their own.

[…]

Theon Greyjoy knew he was beaten […] Osha had deceived them with some wildling trick.

ACOK – Bran VII

Bran heard fingers fumbling at leather, followed by the sound of steel on flint. Then again. A spark flew, caught. Osha blew softly. A long pale flame awoke, […] Osha's face floated above it. She touched the flame with the head of a torch. Bran had to squint as the pitch began to burn, filling the world with orange glare. The light woke Rickon, who sat up yawning. […]

There stood Osha holding the torch, […] and the double row of tall granite pillars and long dead lords behind them stretching away into darkness . . . but there was Winterfell as well, grey with drifting smoke, the massive oak-and-iron gates charred and askew, the drawbridge down in a tangle of broken chains and missing planks.

[...] "Are we going home?" Rickon asked excitedly.

[…] Osha carried her long oaken spear in one hand and the torch in the other. A naked sword hung down her back, one of the last to bear Mikken's mark.

[…]

"Take me home!" Rickon demanded. "I want to be home!" […] They stood huddled together with ruin and death all around them.

"We made noise enough to wake a dragon," Osha said, "but there's no one come. The castle's dead and burned, just as Bran dreamed,” […]

"Hodor must stay with Bran, to be his legs," the wildling woman said briskly. "I will take Rickon with me."

[the-fiction-witch]

We Must Do This

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Seara Targaryen (Aegons Wife) Rating - 12 Word Count - 1597

Aegon dashes down the steps away from the Sept desperate to escape,

But before he could even get across the courtyard, Aemond tackled to the ground mercilessly,

"Let me go!" Aegon shouts. "I have no wish to rule! No taste for duty, I'm not suited!" He shouts, turning around in his brother's arms.

"You'll get no argument from me..." Aemond sighed, holding Aegon tightly.

"Let me go, I will find a ship and sail away never to be found..." Aegon pleaded finding his feet, his tone urgent and desperate.

Aemond considers it for a moment his eye glaring at his older brother, considering this longer than he should. If Aegon was to leave Aemond would be crowned in his stead for a moment the taste of power truly was on his tounge

"Queen Regent is waiting." Ser Criston Cole spoke up breaking the boys apart,

Aemond let out a sigh as the feeling of power left him as his brother was forced from his arms,

Aegon screamed out as Ser Cristen forced him Inside a waiting royal carriage, "No! No please!" He begged as the door was locked from the outside, He looked around the carriage for another escape and found his wife.

Seara sat her hair in a braid. Wearing her nightgown and robe hung loosely, almost slipping down off her shoulder, it was obvious she had been forced from her bed for all this.

The carriage started to drive away, and Aegon huffed loudly, falling back in his seat. "Why did they have to wake you...?" He muttered.

"they hoped I'd know where you were." She admitted "And I think they had hopes I'd keep you from running too far"

"They know me well..." Aegon muttered, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You look good... even though you've been woken up in the middle of the night..."

she knew his compliments were just his attempts to distract from what was happening,

"... I didn't blame you for running Aegon," she said her tone becoming more serious,

Aegon's smirk faded a little, at her more serious tone, and he let out a sigh. "I am not a King, I have no desire to sit on that Iron Throne... I don't want to rule, or lead, or sit and govern while others have all the glory and honour..." He mutters, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm well aware you don't want to," she said softly taking his hand "but like it or not, you are viserys firstborn son. And... Viserys is dead." She said sadly, "... You have little choice"

Aegon's hands wrapped around hers, as he slowly looked back at her. His gaze drifted to their clasped hands, and he gave hers a small squeeze. "I know... I just don't understand why Father would name me heir..." He said quietly. Another sigh escaped his lips, "I can't do this... I can't be a King, rule..." He whispers to her.

"... You will. In time. We will surround you with the best council, and head advice from our family." She explained "... I know this isn't what you want Aegon, but... It is happening and we can't escape it."

Aegon let out an annoyed sigh, a pout almost forming on his face. "But none of this is what I wanted..." He mumbled, almost sounding like a child whining, His hand gave hers a small squeeze. "I would ruin this realm..." he whispered, his gaze slowly trailing up to look at her.

"... Would you rather your brother sit upon it?" She asked,

"My brother is more suitable to rule than I..." he muttered, His brows furrowed, as he stared into her eyes. "At least Aemond would take ruling seriously, and knows how to act like a king... instead of a drunken idiot..." he said, his grip on her thigh tightening a little.

"... Your brother is cruel," she reminds

"My brother is no more crueller than I am..." Aegon replied, his gaze not moving from hers. "What would you rather, cruelty, or an idiot on the throne?" He asked, his hand slowly moving a little up her thigh, and his grip tightening again.

"... I don't know. But it doesn't matter what I want"

"Of course, your opinion matters..." Aegon mutters. "I care about your opinion... I know I don't act like I do, but I do..." he whispered.

"... You will be king. And as your wife, I will be your queen..." She said sadly she didn't want this but she had no choice "Tamsend will be your heir and... Mellimina a princess" she said almost crying "We have no choice Aegon. I wish we did. This is not a life I want for us nor for our children... But we don't get to make that decision"

Aegon could hear her sadness, he let out a sigh. "This is... not the life I wanted. It's not the life I hoped we could have for our children..." He whispered. A pang of guilt went through him, as he gently pulled her closer to him. His hands moved to grip her waist, and he pulled her to sit down on his lap, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you..." he muttered softly against her ear, pulling her even closer to his chest. "And I love our children... they are the only good things in my life, I never wanted to bring them into all of this..." He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his nose against her nape, breathing in her scent. His hands slowly moved around to her stomach, holding her against him, and he let out a small sigh. "I would rather run away with our children and you, instead of putting my name on that damned Iron Throne..."

"I know." She nodded "... The moment the crown is on your head there will be war."

Aegon closed his eyes, as he felt the guilt and fear build inside him. He hated everything about this. He didn't want the throne, didn't want the power. But he especially didn't want what war would bring. His arms slowly tightened around her stomach, his face burying further into her neck. "War is coming one way... or another..." he whispered.

"... Is this truly not what you want?" She whispered

A small laugh escaped Aegon's lips, but there was no humour behind it. "More than anything I didn't want the crown. I didn't want the throne, I didn't want any of it." He whispered in reply. His grip on her remained, holding her body close against his. "Why would I want any of it... when it's just more responsibilities, and I have you and our beautiful children. I don't want the throne, I want you..." he muttered.

she shivered for a moment before she whispered once more "... Your mother is preparing the coronation immediately. When we arrive at the red keep we are to dress and be taken there immediately. With the children... She's arranging the coronation to be inside the dragon pit" she explained

Aegon's grip on her waist tightened a little, as a shiver went down his spine. "The dragon pit...?" He muttered. His head slowly pulled away from the crook of her neck, to look at her face. His arms moved from around her stomach to rest on her hips again.

"... The dragon pit" she nodded "... Where our dragons rest." She said hoping he would see her plan

Aegon's eyes narrowed a little, as he stared at her face. His gaze slowly moving over her expression, before he felt realization slowly hit him as he saw what she was trying to say to him through hints. A smirk slowly started to appear on his face, and his grip on her hips tightened a little. "The dragon pit...." He muttered, as he slowly nodded. A quiet snicker escaped Aegon's lip, as he leaned a little closer to her. His smirk still lingering on his face, as he stared into her eyes. The dragon pit..." he repeated again, his voice more of a whisper now. His eyes moved down to her lips again, and he slowly moved his head forward, until his lips were barely centimetres from hers.

"... We would have to be quick, and we'd only have one chance. But we could slip away, take our dragons and escape... I'd have to ride with the children neither of their own dragons are big enough to carry them and even so, the children cannot fly them yet"

Aegon nodded his head a little, his face still only centimetres from hers. "This is the only way isn't it...?" He whispered.

"I fear it is..." She nodded "... We shall go. To dragonstone. To my mother and bend the knee. She believes she is still your father's heir and she will tear down any in her way, our only hope is to go to her, to go dragonstone pledge ourselves to her and hope she gives us and our children mercy"

Aegon slowly moved his fingers off her hips, letting his hands move up her body, until he was gently cupping her jaw, holding her head gently between his hands. He continued to stare at her lips, before bringing his gaze up to look into her eyes. "We can do this..." he whispered to her before slowly nodding his head. His grip on her jaw tightened a little, as he leaned his head down again to press his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as he pressed himself against her. "We must do this." He nodded,

Before the carriage stopped at the red keep both were forced out and taken to their chamber to be prepared for the coronation.