#but I love the idea of him being so messed up that he takes one shot and just gets HAMMERED

[pricklyjim]

I genuinely can't get past the idea that when Orion gets the Matrix it's got to be incredibly disorienting.

Imagine nearly doubling in height all at once, being given that much more strength, power in every fiber, and potentially not knowing how to use all of it appropriately. Good gods.

Anywhoo :] I want to know if your Orion would go though some kind of brief transition period where he has to like, figure that shit out. Stumbling and bumbling around like a new mech.

Haha- yeah, the idea of Orion gaining the Matrix and nearly doubling in size all at once is something I absolutely agree would be incredibly disorienting.

like- imagine being told you’re tiny and small your whole life and then waking up to a completely different body:

one that’s way larger, snd stronger, and far more powerful than anything you’ve ever known! It’s definitely bound to come with a very steep learning curve.

For my take, yes, I think Orion would go through a transition period where he’d have to learn how to function in his new frame. I picture him stumbling and fumbling like a newly-forged mech trying to find his balance, since it’s now off kilter-

He’d probably underestimate his strength too, accidentally break things, and feel utterly awkward and embarrassed.

And although cybertronian doorways are quite large anyway, since Optimus becomes an above average Mech, his attempts to walk through an average doorway, tend to leave him hitting his helm on the frame.

The loud clang startling nearby mechs, as Optimus mutters an emotionless, “Apologies,” as he ducks awkwardly, trying very much to not seem in pain.

While picking up things, he applies too much pressure and crushes anything with a sharp crack. His optics widening as he stares at the remains in horror, and mechs, watching from nearby, burst into uncontrollable laughter, and although they don’t mean harm. It makes Optimus feel quite incompetent in his new form.

Training sessions are also a total mess now, Optimus is unable to find a proper sparring partner, the only one able to do so being Magnus- but Magnus has never really been one to spar with his commander.

The physical adjustments wouldn’t be the only challenge, there’s also the psychological toll. Suddenly, everyone is looking up at him, not just in height but in status.

His face plate, previously shadowed by his helms cap, is now exposed and on full display for all to see. Where mechs once looked down on him, they now study him with closely, awed, at now being able to see Optimus’s face with such HD 4K 1080 detail, now able to see the tiny details and little dents that scatter his face like freckles.

and I think this is where the battle mask comes in.

For Optimus, it becomes more than just armor—it’s a shield from the weight of peoples stares. Even if others see him as regal or commanding, he struggles to see himself that way.

The mask lets him hide the insecurities he feels about his worn helm and dented face plate, protecting him from the crushing expectations from those he leads.

So, yes, I absolutely think there’s a period of stumbling… both physically and emotionally—before he becomes the Prime we all love. but It’s definitely a journey, one full of mistakes, reflection, and eventually, acceptance of one’s self ❤️.

But, I also believe, his transition with his height is far easier for him, then it was for Megatron. Since the only original part of Megatron’s body that remains is quite literally his memory drive, the body he currently has not being made from any of his original form.

[jd-loves-fiction]

Hello hello :3

I'm not sure if you take platonic requests so if you get to mine and you don't, pls lmk <3

Anyway. I would like to request platonic Boothill, Sampo, Mydei (if you can't write him yet then it's okay) and the Astral Express crew (you can leave out characters if it's too much) with a reader who is a former slave like Aventurine but they escaped by force and now respond to certain gestures with violence. Think about it like a wounded animal you're trying to approach. They lash out, bite, scratch, attack, anything.

🌑hello dear welcome!! I do take platonic requests 🫡and you can request as many characters as you want just know the more there are the longer I'll take😅 also I love love this idea 👀👀

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

Ooh he gets it

You can't exactly hurt him, given the metal body, but even if you try he won't hold it against you

The circumstances might not be the same but he undoubtedly became a different, not violent, man after what the IPC did to his planet

Plus being a galaxy ranger is a lonely existence by design

He respects your need to distance yourself from people

But I feel there's a nurturing side to Boothill he doesn't get to tap into very often

So there's a part of him that will try to comfort you? Relate to you? He doesn't know what he's doing himself but something in his heart breaks for you and pulls him towards you

One stubborn fella about helping you but quite sturdy, let's say he's the guy letting the dog bite him to get its anger out and know that he can be trusted 🥺

✦ 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐨 ✦

Menace I love him

Sampo is a con-man salesman - he wants to know everyone's secrets so that he can exploit them for his benefit

But there's some lines even he won't cross

He's got a soft heart somewhere in there (deep in there) so you can expect that he'll go easy on you when he comes to his scheming

Plus he knows how to calculate risk, so if messing with you is highly likely to get him fucked up, he won't try you... Too much

Another man whose life wasn't exactly easy (which is why he's the way he is) and with a soft spot for people with a similarly difficult past

I think he'd find his own way of showing companionship, implying that you can talk to him about stuff if you want (tho he won't blame you for thinking he's just trying to get to your secrets) and stuff like that. He'll just be very subtle about how honest he's being

Let's say he's the guy slowly leaving treats for the dog and pretending like he doesn't care if it likes him or not (he really does, he's incredibly intrigued)

✦ 𝐌𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐢 ✦

New character so bear with me

I feel like you're very similar in this way

He's got a heart of gold under all that aggression, specially when it comes to his people

He's just bad at expressing it in a gentle way😅

His childhood was... Traumatic to say the least, violence is all he knows

Another sturdy guy, he's literally immortal and seems to enjoy a good fight so hitting him in any way might just start a sparring session💀

If he doesn't know you, he wouldn't engage, he's got better things to worry about

But if he does, you might get to see a gentleness from him no one thought him capable of

He's a patient man but he genuinely wants to see you learn to live with your trauma like him

I don't think he's done healing, mind you, but you might be able to learn something from each other about living with your demons

✦ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐭 ✦

So much father energy LORD

The way he just immediately takes Sunday under his wing? Guiding him gently and patiently? That's a dad right there

He's deeply altruistic so he will try to help you please don't fight it😭

He's canonically one of the strongest characters so don't worry about hurting him. The fact that you even had to live through what you did, hurts him much more

Gentle but insistent, is how I'd describe him

He will not give up on you no matter what and that is a promise

When and if you decide to open up, he's a great listener

But even if you don't, he'll be there always🫡 because he genuinely just wants to see you be happy

✦ 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐤𝐨 ✦

A fearless woman if I ever saw one

On the express she mostly keeps to herself, y'know navigating

But she undoubtedly cares deeply about the team so if you're part of it (let's say you are) you're included in that sentiment

She's not exactly... Motherly, per say, but she does care. She's just a bit... Awkward about it?

The type to do things like invite you to have coffee with her (don't drink it), or offer to teach you about navigating and stuff like that, just try to make you feel included

Not the type to outright ask about what happened but will listen if you tell her and will not judge - she doesn't see anything wrong with the way you handled things (Sunday train flashbacks)

Knows you're capable of protecting yourself, but will become somewhat protective of you

Tries to avoid setting you off as much as possible, she can hold her own no problem but she'd feel terrible if she hurt you in some way

✦ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟕𝐭𝐡 ✦

Sunshine incarnate

Might come off as overly friendly upon first meeting so if that sets you off well... she'll learn her lesson... maybe

Doesn't remember her past so if you don't wanna talk about yours it's all good with her

But if you do, she's a surprisingly good listener

Tho if you decide to be rude or aggressive to push her away, she'll definitely take it to heart, at first

She'll mope about it for a bit before her determination takes over

She wants to be your friend damnit 😡

She'll call you out for being rude but stick around regardless

She's got thicker skin than expected and she's hard to shake off (like a puppy...) if she decides she wants to be your friend, that's what she's gonna do

Plus after that first time, being rude to push her away won't work, she'll just talk right over you

In the end, she might just win you over through sheer determination 😭

✦ 𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠 ✦

Oh he cares so much bless him

Dan Heng is extremely protective of those he's close to

If you're in the express, you're immediately included in that

Quiet comfort is his thing

Like sitting together quietly because you just need some company while he reads or even offering a game of chess as a distraction

Doesn't blame you for how you react, but if you become physically dangerous to be around he will be the first to restrain you

Just because he gets it doesn't mean he likes seeing the people around him get hurt

I feel like he's got some words of wisdom regarding how to make peace with your past

But beyond that he's good to have around because he doesn't push for answers at all

Nobody knew about his past when he came onto the express so he'd be kind of a hypocrite if he cared

It's inevitable that he becomes attached and when he does he becomes just as protective with you as with any other member of the express, regardless of your past

[markleessodalite]

What Scares Them About Love: NCT Dream

Haedcanon: what are the dreamies most scared of when it comes to falling in (or out of) love?

content: mentions of general insecurity, but nothing specific... i don't think there's anything specific to warn about here but lmk if i miss something!!

Mark:

 Mark is scared of being a fool for love. Mark likes to think of himself as a clever guy, quick on his feet, nothing and no one can get the better of him. On the other hand, though, he knows how he gets when he’s in love. Its like any finesse or composure he has flies out the window as soon as that certain someone appears. Yeah, its cute and charming, a usually cool and collected guy suddenly becoming a bumbling, rambling mess– unless a lovesick Mark lands in the hands of the wrong person. Mark knows he’d be so easy, too easy to take advantage of if he’s in love. And he’s terrified of being the fool who gets his heart played with, just because he was too dumb to notice the game.

Renjun:

Renjun is scared of not being enough. So much of his life is already under scrutiny, the very nature of his career is dependent on millions of people watching his every move, every performance, every look on his face at every second. You might think that with him being judged so often, he would become immune to it– but its different when Renjun is in love. People talk about love making you feel light and secure, safe, like nothing in the world could hurt you now. For Renjun, love just makes him remember all the things he’s insecure about, and all the ways someone might be dissatisfied with him. He’s scared of wanting to be everything for someone, but not being able to amount to anything.

Jeno:

Jeno is scared of exposing himself. He’s most comfortable when he can keep others at arm’s length, and there’s a very, very select few people in his life who actually get to see Jeno’s true self. Yes, he’s a member of one of the most popular idol groups, he performs to thousands of people on a regular basis who completely adore him, he posts a selfie that he took two seconds to snap and the comments are flooded with praise and affection. But he's in control of all of that– he knows exactly what to say and do to get the exact reaction he wants from others. When it comes to love, its an entirely different story. He knows that for a relationship to truly grow, he must show his true self to someone. And he knows that when he shows his true self, his most vulnerable insecurities and transparently naked thoughts, he loses all control over how that someone thinks of him. Jeno is so afraid of someone seeing him in such an exposed state, and deciding that they don’t like what they see.

Haechan:

 Haechan is afraid of effort. Not in the sense that he’s lazy– in fact, its the exact opposite. Haechan might just be the busiest man on the planet, and he puts an extreme amount of care and effort into everything he does. He’s constantly moving, constantly thinking, he’s not sure he even knows how to stop moving or thinking. But there’s only so far he can stretch himself without tearing apart at the seams. So really, what Haechan is afraid of is giving what little of himself he has left to somebody, and it ends up not being enough. He doesn’t have enough time, enough focus, enough energy to really give to someone. His biggest fear about love is losing it altogether because the effort he puts in just isn’t enough.

Jaemin:

Nothing about love scares Jaemin. The only thing he’s afraid of is seeing his love story end. Jaemin is a romantic at heart, he loves the very idea of love, and love truly means something very special and important to him. So, he doesn’t give his love easily to just anybody. He’s picky, because to him, his love story is meant to be the only love story he’ll experience, and it’s supposed to last until the end of time. He’s built to love someone until his last breath; he is not built to suffer through love fading, to go through a break up with someone he thought he’d be with forever, to watch everything he hoped and worked for dissolve into dust. When Jaemin’s incredibly high standards prevent him from finding someone, its not because he has an aversion to love. Jaemin is just terrified of what happens when love ceases to exist.

Chenle:

Chenle is afraid of backing down. Chenle is a prideful man, confident and sure. So confident and sure that he’s sometimes uncompromising, and a successful relationship is all about compromise. Chenle is perfectly aware of how important compromise is, yet there’s just something in him that refuses to let go, refuses to give up, refuses to compromise when he knows that he’s in the right. In a way, Chenle knows that a potential roadblock on his journey to love is his tendency to sabotage himself. He’s not just afraid of conceding defeat, he’s afraid that his stubbornness will be the death of his love.

Jisung:

Jisung is afraid of what love might mean for him. Jisung is still so young. Not to mention with how busy he is, how much stuff he has going on in every aspect of his life, how he’s still trying to fit into his own skin and figure out who he is… he just knows that if he were to fall in love at this stage in his life, it wouldn’t last. It would result in some sort of heartbreak that would change him in some way, and Jisung is terrified of what that change could be. He doesn’t want to become someone hardened and bitter, he doesn’t want to be heartbroken and sad all the time. He’s so scared of feeling all the emotions that come with love and the end of it, that for him, it seems better to avoid it altogether.

[ane-doodles]

Okay so, let's start with the goat, shall we? (Sorry, this is a long post!)

• In this dimension there is no prophecy to fulfill, there is no chosen one or a mission. On the other hand, there is an overpopulation of goats, which has led them to kill or hunt them without much remorse, considering them undesirable (for this reason, families usually separate in order to have a better chance of survival). While there is nothing illegal/wrong about interacting with goats, it is usually avoided most of the time.

• The goat's original name is Jonah, he used to be a kind of thief to earn a living since he was a child, since he was separated from his family at a young age. He ends up joining a ship as part of the crew for some time, but when he is caught stealing from the captain he ends up being thrown into the sea tied with weights to die.

• In this dimension it is assumed that after dying you are guided to the other world, to be added to the queue to reincarnate with a new life at least a century later. But Jonah is instead taken out of this line by Yuridia (the equivalent of Narinder in this world).

• Jonah is offered the opportunity to return to a new life, on the condition of "freeing the goddess who was unjustly imprisoned by her siblings", but he refuses, simply not interested. Yuridia ends up convincing him by striking a chord with him, acting affectionately and manipulating him with the idea that after she is freed he is going to marry the goddess (I want to highlight the fact that she did not say that they would both be married , but only him with her). And this is how the poor goat, already hungry for affection, ends up involved in the mess of the bishops and the goddess.

• Yuridia usually acts all loving and kind, presenting herself as someone sweet but with a strong character who constantly makes empty promises and flirts. She treats the goat - which she has renamed Kairos - as her knight who will come to save her. This ends up generating a kind of obsession/dependency in him to do what she tells him, in exchange for the goddess treating him well.

• Kairos' mission ends up being fulfilled in ten years in which several things happen:

+ The cultists hate the idea that the beloved ancient goddess Yuridia has chosen a goat as a vessel (which we already know was a not very beloved species), so they are not very respectful or kind to it. Furthermore, the fact that Yuridia possesses the goat during sermons and usually spouts aggressive doctrines has generated a rumor that probably part of the sermons are inventions of the leader.

+ During this period Kairos also learns that Yuridia's confinement was orchestrated by herself, and that in reality she only wanted to destroy the bishops so that she would be the only one with power over the lands of the old faith. Despite this he decides to continue.

+ Even though the order is to kill the Kairos bishops, he ends up just stealing their crowns and giving them to Yuridia, who disables them so that no one else can use them. The bishops are thrown out and returned to their lands as mortals.

+ Kairos also meets Yuridia's sons/guardians, who warn him that he should abandon the mission of helping the goddess for his own good and that of the world in which they live.

+ The goat also begins to know Yuridia's true intentions and behaviors as she witnesses the mistreatment of her children and various discussions about doctrines that usually end in discipline, but ends up downplaying it, blinded by the goddess's pampering and manipulations.

• After completing his mission, Kairos voluntarily gives his life, his heart being torn out by the goddess as a sacrifice. Yuridia takes back the crown as the sole goddess of the lands of the old faith and the goat is revived.

• The wedding takes place as a kind of private ceremony between the two, but ends up being somewhat one-sided since only Kairos marries Yuridia and not vice versa. This leads to him constantly asking her (maybe begging hehe) for the two to actually get married, but she just ends up postponing it or saying she'll think about it.

• Little by little Yuridia's affections turn into simple dominance, and the manipulation becomes more evident for Kairos who also little by little begins to distrust her. The goddess treats him as a kind of pretty trophy that she takes care of, although she doesn't really give him any more attention than necessary. [I think we could summarize their relationship as those people who have little purse dogs, all cute but who really take little care of them]

• After Yuridia's rise the former bishops try to steal their old crowns with the intention of making them work again, but the goat's job is to keep them away.

• As such Kairos is displaced, since he is no longer the leader of the cult and Yuridia does not need him by her side, so he dedicates himself to exploring. It is thanks to this that he stumbles upon a way to travel to the dimension of the lamb.

• Thanks to the latter, he runs into Yuridia's third son, who has ended up reincarnating in the wrong dimension. He decides to help him reunite with his brothers by bringing them to the dimension of the lamb where they will no longer suffer the mistreatment of their mother.

• Years go by and more things happen:

+ Kairos ends up falling out of love and begins to fear Yuridia's temperament, so being by her side at this point feels like being imprisoned.

+ He spends more time in the dimension of the lamb, things that the goddess does not like.

+ Kairos accidentally revives the lamb's sister (story for another post) and somehow ends up liking her, considering leaving his dimension.

+ The Lamb ends up giving him the final motivation to leave his dimension and finally get away from Yuridia.

• The day arrives and Kairos intends to leave Yuridia's cult, but she decides to prevent him by almost torturing him in order to stay since he belongs to her. However, by trying to kill her, the weight of the promises she made during her false imprisonment ends up killing her from within, allowing the goat to escape, thus condemning her old dimension to a world without gods (or so we believe).

• After recovering Kairos settles into the cult of the lamb where he can finally be at peace.

Aughhh here is the first loredump! It's a bit long, sorry!! I would have liked to add some doodles to make the reading easier, but I really have no ideas at the moment QwQ

[hisfavegirl]

Fire Of Passion - Aegon Targaryen x Twinsister!Reader.

Summary : Despite your love for him, being Aegon’s betrothed was no easy feat. His wandering nature often drove you to anger, jealousy, and despair. The nights when he stumbled into the Keep reeking of wine and sin were endless. Yet, somehow, you always found yourself forgiving him, pulled back by the way his silver hair glimmered in the firelight or the softness of his lips against yours as he murmured promises of change.

Word Count : 13k

Warning : Teasing, P in V, edging, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulated, aegon being sub, fingering, rough sex, public sex (kinda).

Aegon Targaryen Masterlist.

House Of Th Dragon Masterlist.

and also big thanks to @zaldritzosrose for let me using yours beautiful dividers 🫶🏻.

The early morning light filtered softly through the heavy drapes of the Red Keep as you made your way to Aegon’s chambers. Your heart pounded with a mixture of anger, hurt, and a lingering sense of betrayal. The sound of your maid’s quiet sobs outside your door had confirmed what you feared: Aegon had yet again overstepped the bounds of decency, disregarding the love and trust you had tried so desperately to maintain between you.

As you approached his door, you took a deep breath, steadying yourself before pushing it open without knocking. The familiar scent of wine and stale air hit you as you entered, and there he was—Aegon, sprawled lazily across his bed, the evidence of his indulgences scattered around the room.

“Aegon,” you said, your voice cold and firm, startling him awake. His bleary eyes blinked open, and he sat up slowly, a look of confusion turning into one of guilt as he recognized the fury in your gaze.

“Love —” he began, but you cut him off sharply.

“Don’t,” you hissed, stepping closer, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “I don’t want to hear your excuses, Aegon. Not this time.”

He sighed heavily, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and rubbing his face. “I didn’t mean—”

“You didn’t mean to?” you interrupted, your voice rising in anger. “How many times have I heard that from you? You didn’t mean to hurt me, you didn’t mean to disgrace me, but you keep doing it.”

Aegon looked away, guilt shadowing his features. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I know I’ve messed up.”

“Messed up?” You laughed bitterly. “You’ve done more than just ‘mess up.’ Do you have any idea what it feels like to have a servant cry to me about how you forced her to your bed?”

“I was drunk,” Aegon defended weakly, standing and trying to approach you, but you stepped back, the sting of his actions too fresh. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Drunk or not, it doesn’t excuse what you did!” you exclaimed, your hands trembling at your sides. “You are a prince, Aegon. You have responsibilities, to me, to our family. Do you think this is what I signed up for? To be humiliated, over and over again?”

“I know I’ve hurt you,” Aegon said, his voice low and filled with remorse. “I hate myself for it. I love you, and I don’t know why I do these things. I don’t know how to stop.”

Your heart clenched at his words, the pain in his voice conflicting with the anger in your heart. “If you love me, Aegon, then show it. Stop hurting me. Stop hurting yourself.”

Aegon reached for your hand, his grip gentle yet desperate. “I want to change. I’ll do whatever it takes. Just… don’t give up on me.”

You looked into his eyes, searching for the sincerity you so desperately wanted to believe in. “This is the last time, Aegon. I mean it. If you can’t change, if you won’t try, then I can’t stay.”

“I will,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion. “I swear to you, I’ll be better.”

You nodded slowly, the ache in your heart easing just a little. “Then prove it. Not with words, but with actions.”

As you turned to leave, Aegon caught your hand, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “I will,” he whispered. “For you, for us.”

You allowed yourself a brief moment of solace in his arms, hoping against hope that this time, he would keep his word.

You felt your body soften in Aegon's arms, the tension slowly dissipating as you let out a long, shaky breath. His embrace was warm, familiar, and for a moment, it almost felt like everything might be okay. Aegon's lips brushed against your ear, his breath hot as he whispered, "Stay a little longer, won't you? Join me for a bath."

His request was gentle, almost pleading, and you couldn't help the small, soft laugh that escaped your lips. The anger that had been simmering just moments ago melted away, replaced by a warmth that only he could ignite.

You felt the unmistakable press of his cock against you, a clear sign that your presence, even in anger, had stirred something in him. He always had a way of finding your fiery temper irresistible, and you knew it.

"Aegon," you murmured, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes, still tinged with remorse, now held a glimmer of mischief.

"You're impossible." He grinned, his hands lingering at your waist as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your neck. "I can't help it. You're even more hot when you're angry."

You rolled your eyes, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite yourself. "Flattery won't get you anywhere this time."

"Won't it?" Aegon teased, his voice low and seductive. He kissed your shoulder, trailing his lips along your collarbone. "Stay, just for a little while."

You bit your lip, momentarily tempted by his touch, but you knew better. "As much as l'd love to, I can't. Mother's waiting for me."

Aegon groaned softly, his arms tightening around you as if reluctant to let go. "She can wait a little longer."

You laughed again, placing a hand on his chest to gently push him back. "No, Aegon. I've kept her waiting long enough."

He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. "Fine," he relented, though his disappointment was evident. "But tonight... you're mine."

Your heart fluttered at the possessiveness in his tone, and you nodded. "Tonight."

With a final, lingering kiss on your lips, Aegon released you, watching as you stepped away. "Don't keep me waiting too long," he called after you as you made your way to the door.

"I won't," you promised, casting him a fond smile over your shoulder before slipping out of the room.

As you walked through the corridors of the Red Keep, the echoes of your conversation with Aegon lingered in your mind. There was still a long way to go, but for the first time in a while, you felt a glimmer of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, things could be different.

As you entered your mother’s chambers, the warm light filtering through the windows highlighted the intricate tapestries and elegant furnishings. Your sister, Helaena, sat beside your mother, engrossed in a discussion with the royal seamstress. Swatches of fabric in shades of gold and emerald lay spread across the table, and the delicate beading of your wedding gown caught the light as the seamstress adjusted it on a nearby mannequin.

Helaena’s face lit up as she saw you. “Oh, there you are! We were just discussing the final touches on your gown. Isn’t it beautiful?”

You gave the dress a cursory glance, the weight of the upcoming nuptials pressing on your mind. With a playful, yet slightly sarcastic smirk, you remarked, “I’m sure it’s lovely. Not that it’ll matter much after the ceremony when Aegon will be more interested in getting me out of it.”

The room fell into a brief, stunned silence. Helaena stifled a giggle behind her hand, while the seamstress suddenly found the hem of the gown incredibly fascinating. Alicent, however, fixed you with a sharp, disapproving glare.

“Must you always be so improper?” she chided, her tone stern but tinged with exasperation. “This is a sacred ceremony, a union blessed by the gods. You should show more respect.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, moving to the chaise and reclining comfortably. “Oh, Mother, don’t be so serious. The gods have had plenty of opportunities to bless this union.”

Alicent’s lips pressed into a thin line, her knuckles whitening as she clasped her hands tightly in her lap. “You should conduct yourself with dignity and decorum, especially now. The eyes of the court will be on you.”

You softened slightly, recognizing the worry in her eyes. “I understand, Mother. I’m sorry if I offended you. It’s just… Aegon and I have always had a more… informal way of expressing our affections.”

Alicent sighed, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. “I know, but appearances are important. Especially for you both. The realm needs to see unity, strength, and propriety.”

Helaena, sensing the need to lighten the mood, chimed in with a gentle smile. “Besides, you’ll look like a queen in this gown. Aegon won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”

You chuckled softly, reaching out to squeeze Helaena’s hand. “He never does, no matter what I’m wearing.”

Alicent’s expression softened at your exchange, her maternal pride shining through her worry. “Just promise me you’ll try to behave during the ceremony. For the family’s sake.”

You nodded, meeting her gaze with sincerity. “I promise, Mother. I’ll do my best to make you proud.”

Satisfied, Alicent turned back to the seamstress, resuming their discussion about the final alterations. As you watched her, a pang of guilt tugged at your heart. You knew your playful irreverence often caused her worry, but it was your way of coping with the pressures of your impending role as Aegon’s wife. Still, you resolved to temper your wit with grace, at least for the sake of those who cared for you.

As the conversation continued around you, you leaned back, allowing yourself a moment of peace, knowing that soon, the weight of the crown would rest upon your shoulders.

You leaned back lazily on the chaise, your fingers idly tracing patterns on the soft fabric as your mother, Alicent, meticulously examined a selection of ornate headpieces laid out before her. She moved with a determined grace, her eyes scanning each intricate design, from gold filigree adorned with emeralds to delicate silver circlets set with sapphires. Her determination to make your wedding with Aegon a grand affair was evident in every careful decision she made.

“This one,” she murmured, lifting a diadem encrusted with shimmering green and gold gems. “It will complement the gown beautifully, and it symbolizes the strength of our house.”

You sighed softly, watching her with a mixture of affection and resignation. You knew that, for Alicent, this wedding was more than a union of love—it was a statement, a declaration of power and legacy. “Mother, does it truly matter which headpiece I wear? Aegon will hardly notice, and the court will have their opinions regardless.”

Alicent turned to you, her gaze steady but softened by a hint of concern. “It matters because you are not just marrying Aegon. You are a princess of the Seven Kingdoms, daughter of the king and queen. This wedding must be a testament to the strength of our house, to the purity of your Valyrian blood.”

You shifted slightly, the weight of her words pressing down on you. “I understand the importance, Mother. But sometimes, it feels like this wedding is more about politics than love.”

Alicent’s expression faltered for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face. She moved to sit beside you, placing a gentle hand on yours. “I know you love Aegon. And he loves you, in his way. But there is more at stake than just your happiness. Your marriage secures the future of our house, strengthens our claim, and ensures the legacy of our bloodline.”

You nodded slowly, understanding the weight of her intentions but still feeling the tug of frustration. “I love him, Mother. I truly do. But I also know that if I hadn’t agreed to this marriage, Father might have conceded to Rhaenyra’s request to marry me to Jace. And that was something you could never allow.”

Alicent’s jaw tightened, and she looked away, her hands clasping in her lap. “Rhaenyra has always sought to undermine our family, to claim what is rightfully yours and Aegon’s. I could not stand by and let that happen. Your union with Aegon solidifies our position, our power.”

You leaned forward, capturing her gaze with yours. “I understand why you did it. But sometimes, I wonder… what would have happened if I had been betrothed to Jace? Would we have found a different path to peace?”

Alicent shook her head firmly. “There is no peace with Rhaenyra. Not while she vies for the throne. Your marriage to Aegon ensures our survival. It’s not just about love, it’s about duty.”

A heavy silence fell between you, the unspoken tensions of the past lingering in the air. Finally, you sighed, offering a faint smile. “I do love Aegon, Mother. And I will do my duty. But I hope, in time, we can find a way to bridge the divide in our family.”

Alicent’s eyes softened, and she reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope for the same, my dear. More than anything, I want you to be happy. And I believe that, together, you and Aegon can bring strength and unity to our house.”

You leaned into her touch, finding comfort in her presence despite the weight of her expectations. “I’ll do my best, for you, for Aegon, and for our family.”

Alicent smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “That’s all I ask.”

As you both sat in the quiet of the chamber, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls, you felt a renewed sense of resolve. Your marriage to Aegon was more than a union of love—it was a battle for the future of your house, a fight you were determined to win.

The sun had set, casting a warm, golden glow over the Red Keep as you made your way to your chambers. Your mother, had released you from her meticulous planning session, but only briefly. She had made it clear you were expected to join her for supper in her private solar, a family gathering meant to discuss the final arrangements for your upcoming wedding to Aegon.

After bathing and slipping into a fresh gown—a deep green silk adorned with subtle gold embroidery—you made your way down the familiar corridors, your footsteps echoing softly against the stone floors. The palace was alive with the muted hum of evening activity, servants bustling about, and the occasional murmur of conversation floating through the air.

As you approached the entrance to your mother’s solar, the soft murmur of voices reached your ears. You pushed open the heavy wooden door, stepping into the warm, inviting space illuminated by a cluster of candles and the flickering light of the hearth.

Inside, the scene was both familiar and comforting. Your mother sat at one end of the table, her posture graceful and poised, engaged in a quiet conversation with Helaena. They were discussing the floral arrangements and decorations for the wedding, their voices a gentle hum of excitement and anticipation. Helaena, with her dreamy expression, nodded along, her delicate fingers toying with a small bunch of lavender.

On the other side of the room, Aegon lounged in a chair, a goblet of wine cradled in his hand. His face was flushed with the warmth of the drink, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he exchanged words with Aemond, who stood by the fireplace, arms crossed, his expression as stoic as ever.

You entered quietly, your presence noted by Aegon, who lifted his gaze and offered you a lopsided grin. “Ah, the bride-to-be has graced us with her presence,” he drawled, raising his goblet in a mock toast.

You arched a brow, making your way over to him. “Is that your first or third goblet of the evening, Aegon?”

Aegon chuckled, taking a long sip. “Does it matter love? It’s a celebration, after all"

“A celebration that hasn’t happened yet,” you reminded him, though your tone was light. You glanced at Aemond, who offered you a subtle nod in acknowledgment.

“Mother insisted on this supper,” Aemond interjected, his voice calm and measured. “She wants everything to be perfect.”

“Of course she does,” you replied, moving to sit beside Aegon. “Perfection is her forte.”

Alicent looked up from her conversation, her eyes softening as she observed the interaction. “I want this wedding to be memorable,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “For both of you. It is not just a union, but a symbol of the strength and unity of our house.”

You met her gaze, offering a small smile. “We appreciate everything you’re doing, Mother.”

Helaena chimed in, her voice airy and melodic. “The flowers will be beautiful. White roses and lilacs, with touches of gold ribbon. It will look like a dream.”

Aegon leaned closer to you, his breath warm against your ear. “A dream, indeed,” he whispered, the mischief in his eyes unmistakable. “But I’m more interested in what comes after the wedding.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, gently elbowing him. “Behave yourself, Aegon.”

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Only if you promise to keep me entertained.”

The supper proceeded with a mixture of light-hearted banter and serious discussion. Alicent’s attention to detail was evident in every aspect, from the seating arrangements to the choice of music. Aemond contributed thoughtfully, offering strategic suggestions on security and logistics, while Helaena continued to dreamily discuss the aesthetics.

As the evening wore on, you found yourself relaxing, the tension from earlier dissipating in the warmth of your family’s presence. Despite the complexities and challenges that lay ahead, for this moment, you were simply a daughter, a sister, and a bride-to-be, surrounded by those you loved most.

The meal was a lavish affair, the table laden with dishes that smelled as divine as they looked. You sat beside Aegon, attempting to focus on your food and the polite conversation around you. Alicent was discussing the final guest list with Helena, while Aemond offered a few terse comments about security.

But your concentration was waning.

Aegon's hand had found its way under the table, resting on your thigh. At first, it was a gentle presence, a reassuring touch meant to calm your nerves. But as the minutes passed, his fingers began to trace slow, deliberate circles, inching higher with each pass. The warmth of his hand against your skin sent a flush of heat through your body, your breath hitching slightly.

You speared a piece of meat on your plate, bringing it to your mouth in an attempt to stifle the soft moan that threatened to escape. Aegon, seemingly unfazed, continued his conversation with Aemond, discussing the details of the upcoming wedding as if his hand wasn't setting your body on fire beneath the table.

"The banners should reflect the combined strength of our house," Aemond was saying, his tone serious. "Black and red, to honor our Targaryen heritage."

"Indeed," Aegon replied, his voice smooth. His thumb pressed into your thigh, making you grip the edge of the table tightly. "And gold, to represent our status as rulers."

You closed your eyes for a moment, struggling to control your breathing. Each subtle movement of Aegon's hand sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you bit your lip to keep from making a sound. He was utterly shameless, his fingers slipping ever so slightly higher, teasing the sensitive bud just beneath your small cloth.

Alicent turned her attention to you, her smile warm. "What do you think, dear? About the color scheme?"

You opened your eyes, swallowing hard before offering a strained smile. "I think... it sounds perfect, Mother."

Aegon's fingers pressed just a bit harder, and you nearly dropped your fork. Your heart pounded in your chest as you fought to maintain your composure. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You're doing so well, love" he whispered, his tone laced with amusement.

You shot him a warning glance, but the twinkle in his eyes told you he was thoroughly enjoying your predicament. His hand continued its maddening exploration, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You gripped your napkin, twisting it in your lap as you struggled to keep from moaning aloud.

Just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink, Aegon withdrew his hand. The absence of his touch was both a relief and a cruel disappointment. Your body ached with unfulfilled desire, and you exhaled shakily, glaring at him from the corner of your eye.

Aegon, ever the tease, simply smirked and took a leisurely sip of his wine, acting as if nothing had happened. He returned to his conversation with Aemond, leaving you flustered and frustrated.

As the meal continued, you did your best to regain your composure, though your mind was already plotting how to repay Aegon for his teasing later that night.

The warm glow of the torches in your mother's solar illuminated the room as you sat across from your mother, her voice steady as she went over the finer details of your upcoming wedding. Helaena sat to your side, absentmindedly twirling a strand of her pale hair while humming softly to herself. The mood was peaceful, but your thoughts were anything but.

Your mind drifted to the earlier moment at the dinner table, the warmth of Aegon's hand on your thigh, the way his touch had teased you and left you craving more. You barely heard Alicent's words as they blended into the background, replaced by the memory of his whisper against your ear. Your body still tingled with the remnants of his teasing.

"Are you even listening?" Alicent's sharp voice cut through your reverie, jolting you back to the present.

Your head snapped up, and you saw her frowning at you, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "I-yes, Mother, I'm listening," you stammered, though the guilty flush on your cheeks likely betrayed you.

She was asking if you preferred red or gold accents on the canopy," Alicent said, her tone tinged with exasperation. "It's an important decision. These are the final touches that will be remembered."

You blinked, struggling to focus. "Gold," you said quickly, hoping that was the right answer. "Gold will complement everything beautifully."

Helena giggled softly, her dreamy smile never fading. "You're thinking of something else, aren't you? Or someone else."

Your cheeks burned hotter, and you shot her a glare. "Don't be ridiculous, Helaena."

Alicent sighed, setting down the fabric samples in her hand. "You've been distracted all evening. This is your wedding we're planning. Surely you understand how important this is."

"I do," you said, nodding quickly. "I'm just... tired, Mother. It's been a long day, and I want to be sure l'm giving this the attention it deserves."

Alicent's expression softened slightly, though there was still a trace of disapproval in her eyes. "Very well. We can continue this tomorrow morning. But I expect you to be more present. This is not just about you; it's about the legacy of our house."

"Yes, Mother," you said, rising from your seat.

"Thank you for understanding." Helena watched you with an amused tilt of her head as you made your way to the door.

"Sleep well, sister," she said in her lilting tone. "And try not to dream too much of Aegon."

You gave her another sharp look, but she only laughed softly, returning her attention to the embroidery in her lap. Alicent dismissed you with a wave, already engrossed in discussing floral arrangements with Helaena.

As you stepped out of the solar and into the dimly lit corridor, you released a heavy sigh. The air was cool against your flushed skin, and you allowed yourself a moment to breathe. Your thoughts, however, were already racing ahead, wondering if Aegon was waiting for you in your chambers. With a shake of your head, you began the walk back to your room, determined to face whatever teasing or mischief awaited you.

The door to your chamber creaked softly as you pushed it open, stepping inside to find Aegon lounging on the bed, his silver hair catching the light of the flickering candles. He looked entirely at ease, leaning back against the headboard with a sly grin playing on his lips, one hand resting on his knee.

As soon as his violet eyes met yours, he straightened slightly. "Lock the door," he said, his voice low and inviting.

You hesitated for a moment, but the look he gave you left no room for argument. With a small sigh, you turned and slid the bolt into place before walking toward him. The sound of your soft footsteps on the stone floor seemed to echo in the stillness of the room.

When you reached the bed, Aegon wasted no time. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer until you were standing between his knees. He gazed up at you, his smirk softening into something more affectionate. "You were so good tonight," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Obedient, even."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress the warmth that spread through your cunt at his praise. "Obedient? Is that what you call it?"

"Yes," he teased, leaning forward to rest his chin against your stomach, his fingers drawing small circles against your sides. "You didn't complain, didn't lash out-at least not publicly."

You threaded your fingers through his hair, the silky strands sliding easily through your touch.

"And what about you, Aegon?" you countered, your tone sharp but playful. "What do you call your behavior at supper? Teasing me like that and then leaving me to suffer?"

His smirk returned, mischievous and unapologetic. "Ah, that," he said, tilting his head to kiss the fabric of your dress where it clung to your hip. "That was just a little fun. You looked so beautiful struggling to stay composed. It's a sight I'll treasure."

You groaned, tugging his hair lightly in frustration, though you couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you. "You're insufferable," you muttered, though your tone lacked true venom.

"And you love me for it," he replied, his arms tightening around you. He nuzzled against your stomach, his lips brushing faintly over the fabric. "But you're right. I left something unfinished, didn't I?"

You looked down at him, your heart racing at the way his eyes glinted in the dim candlelight. "More than something," you said pointedly. "You're the one who started it, Aegon."

He chuckled, the vibration of it sending a shiver through you. "Then I suppose I owe it to you to finish what I started," he murmured, his voice dripping with promise.

But before he could do anything, you tugged his face up gently, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Don't think you're getting off so easily," you said. "You're going to pay for teasing me like that."

Aegon's smirk widened as he let you guide him, leaning into your touch as though he would happily follow wherever you led. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he said, his voice a soft hum as his hands began to trail upward, brushing against your back.

"You're impossible," you whispered, leaning closer as his lips hovered near yours, a breath away.

"And you adore me for it," he replied, his voice low and teasing. Then his lips met yours, and the world melted away as you gave in to the undeniable pull of him, forgetting for the moment all your frustration, your teasing words forgotten as you surrendered to the warmth of his embrace.

As your lips melded with Aegon's, you could feel his smirk against your mouth, his confidence as palpable as ever. But tonight, you weren't going to let him have the upper hand. Slowly, deliberately, you guided him back onto the plush bedding. He complied without resistance, his gaze locked on yours, curious and expectant.

The flickering candlelight cast shadows across his sharp features as you reached for the soft silk cloth draped at the edge of the bed. Aegon raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking in amusement. "What's this?" he murmured, his tone laced with intrigue.

"You like playing games, don't you?" you replied, your voice low and teasing. "Well, it's my turn now."

Before he could respond, you captured his wrists and guided them above his head. His violet eyes widened slightly, though the smirk remained firmly in place. "You're full of surprises tonight," he said, his voice husky as he allowed you to tie his hands securely to the ornate headboard.

"Stay still," you instructed, your tone firm but playful as you tightened the knot just enough to ensure he couldn't escape. "You're not in control anymore, Aegon."

He chuckled, though there was a flicker of vulnerability in his expression. "And what exactly are you planning to do, my fiery little twins?"

You leaned in, letting your lips hover just above his. "Make you pay for earlier," you whispered, your breath brushing against his mouth. Then, without another word, you pulled back, ignoring the frustrated groan that escaped him.

Standing at the foot of the bed, you began to undo the laces of your gown, deliberately taking your time. The silk fabric slid off your shoulders with agonizing slowness, revealing inch by inch of your skin. Aegon's jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with desire as he tugged lightly at his restraints, testing them.

"Gods, you're cruel," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. "You know exactly what you're doing to me.

You smiled coyly, letting the dress pool around your feet. "Oh, I know," you said, stepping closer but staying just out of reach. "You've had your fun teasing me, Aegon. Now it's your turn to feel helpless."

His gaze roamed over you, a mix of admiration and torment etched onto his face. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warned, though his voice betrayed his enjoyment of your control.

"Am I?" you asked innocently, climbing onto the bed and straddling his waist. You leaned down, your lips brushing lightly against his neck, his collarbone, before pulling back again, leaving him yearning for more.

Aegon groaned, his muscles straining as he tried to break free from the silk bindings.

"You're driving me mad," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "Untie me, and I'll show you exactly how mad."

You chuckled softly, running your fingertips down his chest, savoring the way his body reacted to your touch. "Not yet," you said, your tone teasing. "I want to hear you beg first."

His head fell back against the pillow, a low growl escaping him. "Beg? You've truly lost your mind if you think l'll-"

You silenced him by leaning in, your lips capturing his in a searing kiss. When you pulled away, his breathing was ragged, and his defiance had softened. "Please," he murmured at last, his voice almost a whisper.

Aegon tugged at the silk restraints around his wrists, his frustration growing by the second as he realized he was utterly at your mercy. His violet eyes burned with a mix of desire and exasperation as he looked up at you. "You're enjoying this far too much," he said through gritted teeth, his breath hitching when your fingers grazed his stomach.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Oh, I am. Did you think l'd just let you get away with teasing me earlier? You forget, dear brother, that we share the same blood. The same fire. The same madness." Your voice was low and sultry, and the way you trailed your fingers down his chest made him shiver.

Aegon groaned, tilting his head back against the pillow as you pressed a lingering kiss to his neck. "You're insufferable," he muttered, though the tremor in his voice betrayed just how much he was enjoying himself.

"And you love it," you shot back, a smirk playing on your lips. You shifted slightly, your body pressing closer to his, and he inhaled sharply, his restraint fraying with every passing moment.

"Let me touch you," he demanded, his voice thick with desperation. "I'll do anything. Just untie me."

You raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

"Anything, you say?" you teased, running your hands down his sides. "But what if I prefer you like this? Helpless. Powerless. Completely at my mercy."

His jaw clenched, his pride warring with his need for you. "You're cruel," he growled, his muscles tensing as he tried once more to pull free. But the silk held firm, and his efforts only made his predicament all the more tantalizing.

"You think this is cruel?" you asked, leaning down to nip at the sensitive skin of his collarbone. He let out a low, guttural sound that sent a thrill through you. "This is nothing compared to the torment you put me through at supper."

Aegon's breathing grew heavier, his frustration palpable as you continued to tease him. "You've made your point," he admitted, his voice strained. "I was wrong to toy with you earlier. Now untie me, and I'll make it up to you."

You laughed softly, your lips ghosting over his as you murmured, "Not yet. I'm not finished with you." Your hand trailed lower, brushing against the growing evidence of his arousal.

He groaned again, his head falling back as he struggled against the restraints. "You're driving me mad," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't take this anymore."

You tilted your head, pretending to consider his plea. "Hmm," you mused, your fingers dancing along his skin. "I could untie you... or i could keep you like this a little longer. After all, it's not every day I get to see you so... vulnerable."

Aegon's eyes snapped open, and he glared at you, though the effect was diminished by the way his body betrayed him. "I'll get you back for this," he vowed, his voice laced with both frustration and a begrudging admiration.

"Oh, I don't doubt that," you replied, your smirk widening. "But for now, you're mine."

You moved with deliberate slowness, your fingers trailing down Aegon's thighs as you worked to remove his pants, your eyes never leaving his face. His frustration was palpable, his teeth clenched, and his violet eyes blazing with a mix of anger and longing. Every brush of your hand was intentional, every movement designed to tease him further.

"Gods, you're insufferable," he growled, his voice thick with pent-up desire. When your fingers accidentally-or purposefully-brushed against his hardened length, he let out a low, guttural groan, his hips jerking slightly in response.

You smirked, your own excitement growing as you saw the way he struggled against the silk binding his wrists. "Oh, poor Aegon," you teased, feigning sympathy as you finally freed him from his pants. "You look so... frustrated."

Aegon glared at you, his breathing uneven. "You'll pay for this," he promised, his voice low and dangerous, though the effect was somewhat undercut by the way he was practically writhing beneath you.

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing the muscles of his abdomen as you slowly crawled back over him. "Is that so?" you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear. "Because from where l'm sitting, it seems like you're the one paying."

He tugged at the restraints again, his muscles flexing, but the bindings held firm. "Untie me," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Let me touch you, or so help me, l'll-"

"You'll what?" you interrupted, a playful glint in your eyes as you straddled him. "Struggle harder? Moan louder?" You leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to his chest, right over his heart. "Face it, brother, you're completely at my mercy."

Aegon growled in frustration, his head falling back against the pillow as you continued your assault on his senses. Your lips moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses along his chest, your tongue flicking over his sensitive skin. His body tensed beneath you, every muscle straining as he fought to maintain some semblance of control.

"You're driving me mad," he admitted through gritted teeth, his voice laced with both anger and desperation. "Is this what you wanted? To see me like this?" You paused, your lips hovering over his skin as you looked up at him with a wicked smile.

"Exactly," you purred. "And you look so beautiful when you're helpless, Aegon." His jaw tightened, and he glared down at you, though the effect was ruined by the way his body was betraying him. "When I get out of these restraints—"

"You'll what?" you interrupted again, pressing another kiss to his chest. "Tie me up? Take control?" You smirked, your hand brushing against his arousal again, drawing another tortured groan from him. "Oh, l'm counting on it."

Aegon's breathing grew heavier, his body arching into your touch as you continued to tease him. "Gods, you're impossible," he muttered, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"And you love it," you shot back, your voice full of confidence as you leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. For a moment, his frustration melted away, replaced by raw, unbridled passion. But when you pulled back, leaving him on the edge once again, his glare returned.

"You'll regret this," he promised, his voice low and dangerous.

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Maybe," you admitted. "But for now, I'm enjoying every moment of it."

Your fingers moved with maddening precision, grazing against Aegon's cock just enough to send a shiver through him, but never enough to give him what he so clearly craved. His head fell back against the pillow, his lips parting as a low, frustrated groan escaped him. His wrists strained against the silk bindings, the muscles in his arms flexing as he struggled against the restraint.

"Gods," he muttered, his voice rough with need. "You're torturing me."

You tilted your head, a playful smile curving your lips as you leaned down, your breath warm against his ear. "Torture? Oh, Aegon," you whispered, your tone dripping with mock innocence, "this is just the beginning."

He opened his eyes, the frustration blazing in his violet gaze making your heart race. "Don't test me," he growled, his tone both a warning and a plea. "Untie me. Let me touch you."

You chuckled softly, running a single finger down his chest, tracing the faint scars and defined lines of his torso. "And miss out on seeing you like this?" you teased. "I don't think so."

Aegon groaned, his hips bucking slightly as your hand move slowly against his cock. His jaw tightened, and he turned his head to glare at you, though the effect was diminished by the way his body betrayed him, trembling under your touch.

His eyes darkened, and he bit down on his lip, trying to stifle another groan as you resumed your slow, deliberate movements. "Faster," he demanded, his voice strained. "For the love of the gods, go faster."

You shook your head, your smile widening. "Where's the fun in that?" you replied, your tone teasing. "You've always been so impatient, Aegon. Maybe this will teach you some restraint."

His response was a string of curses muttered under his breath, his chest heaving as you continued your torment. "You're going to regret this," he warned, though the quiver in his voice betrayed how close he was to breaking.

"Perhaps,'" you said, your voice soft as you leaned down, your lips brushing against his collarbone. "But for now, I'm enjoying myself."

His head snapped up, his gaze locking onto yours. "You're cruel," he hissed, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "But I'll make you pay for this. You know I will."

You laughed, your hand finally stilling for a moment as you met his gaze. "I look forward to it," you said, your voice a low purr. Then, with deliberate slowness, you resumed your movements, drawing another deep, shuddering groan from him.

"Gods, I hate you," he muttered, though the way his body arched into your touch told an entirely different story.

"And yet," you said, a playful lilt in your voice, "you're completely at my mercy."

Your moan loudly as you settled yourself fully onto him, your hands gripping Aegon's face firmly, forcing him to meet your gaze. His lips parted in a shaky gasp feeling how your walls squeezed him tightly, his violet eyes darkened with both frustration and need as they bore into yours. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his as a small, satisfied smirk curled on your lips.

"Not so fast," you whispered, your voice a Silken tease.

"Gods," Aegon groaned, his head tipping back against the pillows. His hands strained against the silk bindings at his wrists, the muscles in his arms flexing as if he could break free through sheer will alone. "You're tormenting me."

You chuckled softly, brushing your lips along his jawline, trailing kisses down to his neck.

"You deserve it," you murmured, your voice laced with a mix of amusement and punishment. "Do you think I forgot what you did? Do you think I'll let you off so easily?"

Aegon gritted his teeth, his hips jerking upwards in an attempt to quicken your excruciatingly slow movements. But you placed your hands on his chest, pressing him back down firmly. "No," you said, your tone leaving no room for argument.

He let out a frustrated growl, his violet eyes snapping back to yours. "You're cruel," he muttered, though there was a hint of admiration in his voice.

"And you're impatient," you countered, your lips brushing his in a featherlight tease. "Perhaps this will teach you to be more considerate next time."

Aegon groaned again, his body writhing beneath you as you continued your torturously slow pace. "I'll do whatever you want," he said, his voice desperate now. "Just-please. Please, my love."

You paused for a moment, your eyes narrowing as you leaned in closer. "Do you mean that?" you asked, your voice low, a challenge in your tone.

"Yes," Aegon gasped, his head nodding frantically. "I'll prove it. Whatever you ask, I'll do it."

You tilted your head, considering him for a moment before a sly smile spread across your face. "Then beg," you said simply, your voice a soft command.

His eyes widened briefly, surprise flashing across his face before it was replaced with determination. "Please," he rasped, his voice raw with need. "Please, my love. I need you. I can't take it anymore. I'm yours. Always yours."

Satisfied with his answer, you finally began to move faster, drawing a sharp, broken gasp from his lips. His head fell back, and his body arched beneath you, every muscle taut with the overwhelming sensations you were giving him.

"Good boy," you murmured, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his lips.

Aegon moaned against your mouth, his hands flexing against the silk ties. "Untie me," he pleaded, his voice muffled against your lips. "Let me touch you. Let me worship you."

You shook your head, your lips curling into a wicked grin. "Not yet," you replied, your voice soft but firm. "This is still your punishment, remember?"

"But-"

"No," you interrupted, placing a finger against his lips to silence him. "You'll take what I give you. And you'll thank me for it."

Aegon let out a strangled moan, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered completely to you, his body trembling beneath yours. And as the night went on, you continued to hold him in the palm of your hand, ensuring he would never forget who truly held the power between you.

Aegon's groan echoed in the room as you continued to ride him, pushing him further into a frenzy. His pleas and broken gasps grew louder with every passing second, and as you decided to finally release his hands, you saw the flash of determination in his violet eyes.

The moment his wrists were free, he wasted no time. In one swift motion, Aegon grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath him. A wicked grin spread across his flushed face as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. "You've had your fun, love," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Now it's my turn."

Before you could respond, he thrust into you with a force that knocked the air from your lungs. A loud, unrestrained moan escaped your lips as he began to move with a relentless pace, leaving no room for your earlier teasing.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you against him with every thrust, and the intensity of his movements left you breathless.

"Aegon-" you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he buried his face in the curve of your neck.

"You think you can tease me like that and get away with it?" he growled, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. "You'll pay for every second you made me suffer."

His teeth grazed your neck, and you felt a sharp nip that made you arch beneath him. His hands roamed your body, one gripping your thigh to hook it around his waist while the other slid up to your throat. His fingers wrapped around your neck with just enough pressure to leave you dizzy with pleasure, and he smirked as he watched your reaction.

"You like this, don't you?" he taunted, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction. "Seeing me lose control like this, knowing it's all because of you."

You could barely form a coherent response, your head tilting back as he tightened his grip slightly. "Aegon... please..." you whispered, though whether you were begging him to stop or keep going, even you didn't know.

"Please what?" he pressed, his lips trailing down your collarbone as his pace quickened.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you gasped, "Don't stop... gods, don't stop."

Aegon chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "I wasn't planning to," he murmured before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

The kiss was messy and desperate, both of you too consumed by the moment to care about finesse. His hand on your throat loosened slightly, his thumb brushing over your jaw as he deepened the kiss. His other hand gripped your waist, anchoring you as he fuck you with an unrelenting rhythm.

"You drive me mad," he muttered against your lips, his voice rough with a mix of frustration and adoration. "Every time I look at you, l lose control."

Your breaths mingled as he pressed his forehead against yours, his violet eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

"Again," he ordered, his pace never faltering.

"I'm yours, Aegon," you cried out, your voice breaking as the overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume you.

"That's right," he murmured, a triumphant smirk curling on his lips. "You'll always be mine."

Aegon's grip on your hips tightened as his movements grew impossibly faster, his focus completely on the sight of you trembling beneath him. Your hands gripped the sheets desperately, your cries filling the room as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you.

"Aegon-please!" you gasped, your voice hoarse from crying out his name. "I... I can't take any more."

But your plea only seemed to spur him on. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Yes, you can. You're mine, remember? I'll decide when you've had enough."

Your body betrayed you, arching into him despite the overwhelming sensations. His hands roamed your body possessively, as if to remind you of his claim. He pressed a kiss to your jawline before nipping at your skin, leaving another mark to join the others he'd made throughout the night.

"Aegon, please," you whimpered, your voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you gasping. "I can't... it's too much..."

But he didn't stop. If anything, your pleas only seemed to spur him on. A dark smirk played on his lips as he leaned closer, his silver hair falling over his face, casting shadows over his violet eyes.

"You can handle it," he murmured, his voice low and dripping with confidence. "You were made for me. For this."

You arched beneath him, your hands clutching at the sheets as he pushed you further and further toward the edge. The heat between you was unbearable, and you could feel every ounce of his passion and love pouring into you.

"Aegon, please," you begged again, your voice barely a whisper as your body trembled uncontrollably.

"You're beautiful like this," he muttered, his voice low and rough. He pulled back slightly to look at you, his violet eyes dark with lust. His hand came up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek. "So beautiful... and all mine."

You could barely respond, your body writhing beneath him as you teetered on the edge once more. "Aegon... I-"

"Come on, love," he encouraged, his voice softening just slightly. "Let go for me. Let me see you fall apart."

With one last sharp thrust, you shattered completely, your vision going white as you cried out his name. Your body tensed and then melted beneath him, every nerve alight as the overwhelming pleasure consumed you.

Aegon leaned down, his hand moving to cup your cheek as he kissed you deeply, his lips claiming yours with a desperation that left you breathless. When he pulled away, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your heart race.

Aegon followed moments later, his movements becoming erratic as he groaned deeply, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His body trembled against yours as he spilled into you, his grip on your hips tightening as if grounding himself in the moment.

For a few moments, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing.

Aegon eventually shifted, his lips brushing against your temple as he murmured, "You're perfect."

You turned your head slightly to look at him, your body still trembling from the best sex you've ever had with him.

"You're relentless," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"And you love it," he teased, a lazy smirk spreading across his lips.

You rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. "I hate how well you know me."

Aegon chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss you again. It was a slower, gentler kiss this time, a stark contrast to his earlier intensity.

"I'll always know you, love," he murmured against your lips. "You're my twin, my equal... my everything."

His words sent a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the physical. For all his flaws and infuriating habits, you knew deep down that Aegon loved you just as fiercely as you loved him.

As he pulled you into his arms, the two of you lay tangled together in the aftermath, your bodies and hearts entwined. The world outside the chamber faded away, leaving only the two of you and the bond that tied you together so deeply.

The soft knock on the door of your chambers startled both you and Aegon awake. Your mother’s voice followed, firm yet calm as she called your name. “It’s late, my dear. We still have much to discuss regarding the wedding preparations. I expect you in my solar shortly.”

You sighed, burying your face into the pillows for a moment. Aegon chuckled softly behind you, the deep rumble of his amusement vibrating through your body. “She’s relentless, isn’t she?” he teased, running his hand lazily down your spine.

Turning your head, you gave him a mock glare. “She’s doing this for us, Aegon. For our marriage.”

Aegon smirked, his fingers brushing the marks he’d left on your neck. “I suppose she wouldn’t be as enthusiastic if she saw these,” he mused, his tone laced with pride.

You swatted his chest lightly. “And whose fault is that?” you replied with mock indignation. Rising from the bed, you began searching for a gown that would conceal the evidence of your shared passion.

Aegon propped himself up on one elbow, watching you with a satisfied grin as you selected a high-necked emerald dress. “It’s a shame you have to cover them. They suit you,” he said, his voice dripping with smugness.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, shaking your head. “You’re incorrigible.”

“And you love me for it,” he replied without missing a beat.

Despite your exasperation, a small smile tugged at your lips. After quickly donning the gown and tying your hair back neatly, you moved to leave the room. Aegon caught your hand, pulling you back toward the bed.

“Don’t let her work you too hard,” he murmured, his eyes softening slightly. “You’ll need your strength later… for me.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Behave yourself while I’m gone,” you said before slipping out of the room.

Walking through the Red Keep’s halls, you could feel the lingering warmth of Aegon’s touch on your skin. The thought made your cheeks flush, but you composed yourself quickly as you neared your mother’s solar.

When you entered, Alicent was already seated with a pile of fabric samples and sketches of floral arrangements. Helaena sat beside her, humming softly to herself as she admired a cluster of tiny pearls meant for your gown.

“Finally,” Alicent said with a mix of relief and mild frustration as she looked up from the papers before her. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten our plans.”

“Forgive me, Mother,” you said with a small bow. “I overslept.”

Alicent’s sharp eyes studied you for a moment, her gaze lingering on the collar of your dress. You were certain she was trying to discern whether you were hiding something. “Hmm,” she murmured. “Well, you’re here now. Let’s begin.”

As Alicent began explaining the latest changes to the seating arrangements and decor, you found your attention wandering. Helaena noticed and leaned closer to whisper, “Did Aegon keep you up late again?”

Your face grew hot, and you avoided her knowing smile. “I’m just tired,” you replied softly.

Helaena giggled, her amusement clear. Alicent glanced at the two of you, raising an eyebrow. “Is there something you’d like to share with the rest of us?”

You straightened, clearing your throat. “No, Mother. Please, continue.”

Alicent gave you a skeptical look but returned to her notes. As she began describing the ceremonial processional, you forced yourself to focus. The wedding was only days away, and you knew how much this meant to her.

Still, as you nodded along and gave the occasional suggestion, your thoughts drifted back to Aegon and the way he had looked at you that morning, his love and desire etched into every touch and word. You couldn’t wait for the day when you would stand before the realm as his wife, bound together in every possible way.

As your mother left the solar, satisfied with the progress of the wedding plans, you let out a relieved sigh. You turned to Helaena, thinking she might want to discuss something more lighthearted. But instead, she was looking at you with an amused glint in her eye, her hands resting delicately on the table.

“You know,” she began softly, “I could hear you last night.”

Her words made you freeze mid-motion. You turned to her, your cheeks immediately flushing red. “What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Helaena tilted her head, her expression innocent but teasing at the same time. “Your voice… and Aegon’s. It was, um, quite loud. It carried through the walls.”

Your hands flew to your face in embarrassment, and you groaned softly. “No… no, it didn’t,” you tried to deny, though your flaming cheeks betrayed you.

Helaena nodded, her soft giggle filling the room. “It did. I didn’t know you could be that… vocal.” She paused, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “It was hard to sleep with all that noise.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Helaena! Don’t say that,” you said, your voice muffled by your palms.

She laughed a little louder now, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “I’m not blaming you! I’m happy for you, truly. It’s just… well, maybe you could keep it down next time?”

You peeked through your fingers, groaning again. “Was it really that bad?”

Helaena shrugged, her smile turning gentle. “I think half the Red Keep might’ve heard you.”

You stared at her, your mortification growing. “You’re exaggerating,” you said, though deep down, you weren’t so sure.

“Am I?” she countered, raising an eyebrow. Then, she leaned in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Next time, just make sure the door is locked properly… or at least stuff some pillows under it.”

You shook your head, standing up abruptly to avoid further humiliation. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation,” you muttered, turning toward the door.

Helaena laughed again, her voice light and carefree. “Oh, come now. You’ll laugh about this one day.”

You stopped, looking over your shoulder with a mock glare. “You’re impossible, Helaena.”

She just smiled at you, her laughter still bubbling up as she waved you off. “Go on, then. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Shaking your head, you left the solar, your face still burning. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to confront Aegon about his lack of restraint or avoid him entirely for the rest of the day.

Your steps carried you toward the balcony overlooking the training yard, where the sound of clashing swords echoed in the crisp morning air. Leaning on the stone railing, you caught sight of Aegon and Aemond sparring below. To your surprise, Aegon seemed focused, his movements more deliberate than you were used to seeing. It was a rare sight to see him with a sword in hand rather than a goblet of wine.

You tilted your head, observing how Aemond pushed him, his strikes calculated and precise. But then Aegon glanced up and caught sight of you watching. A sly grin spread across his face, and his focus faltered.

“Pay attention,” Aemond snapped, stepping back with an annoyed glare.

Aegon ignored him entirely, tossing the training sword aside and making his way toward you.

You arched an eyebrow as he approached, his grin growing wider. “Shouldn’t you be sparring?” you teased when he climbed the stairs to the balcony.

“I’ve been sparring all morning,” he replied, brushing off your remark. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you close.

“Aegon!” you gasped, startled as he leaned in and kissed you, completely unbothered by the public setting.

You placed your hands on his chest, intending to push him away, but instead, you felt the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms. It made your resolve falter just enough for him to deepen the kiss.

When he finally pulled back, you gave him a half-hearted glare. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Impossible to resist,” he quipped with a wink, clearly pleased with himself.

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked around nervously, hoping no one else had witnessed the moment. “You’re supposed to be training, Aegon. Not… this,” you said, gesturing vaguely between the two of you.

“I’m already good with a sword,” he replied, his voice dripping with confidence. “And besides, Aemond takes this far too seriously. I’d rather spend my time here with you.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Aemond’s going to be furious.”

“Let him,” Aegon said with a shrug, leaning against the railing and pulling you into his side. “He needs to loosen up anyway.”

Down below, Aemond was glaring up at the two of you, his sword still in hand. “You’re wasting time, brother!” he called out sharply, his tone laced with irritation.

“Don’t wait for me,” Aegon replied lazily, waving him off. Then he turned his attention back to you, his grin softening into something more genuine. “I needed a break, and seeing you makes any day better.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “You’re incorrigible.”

“And you love it,” he countered, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

Despite yourself, you laughed softly. “Maybe,” you admitted, letting him hold you for just a moment longer.

You leaned closer to Aegon, lowering your voice to a whisper as you glanced around to ensure no one else could hear. “Helena said she could hear… everything last night,” you murmured, your cheeks heating with embarrassment.

Aegon’s grin widened wickedly as his eyes sparkled with amusement. “Everything?” he asked, clearly reveling in your discomfort.

You nodded, your voice dropping even lower. “She said it was loud enough to reach her chambers.”

At that, Aegon laughed—his deep, rich laughter echoing around the balcony, drawing the attention of a few passing servants below. You quickly shushed him, pressing a hand to his chest to quiet him.

“And that’s not all,” you added, your tone slightly panicked. “I think Mother suspects something. She gave me the strangest look this morning, and… I think she knows why I’m wearing this high-collared gown.” You gestured to the neckline of your dress, which you had purposefully chosen to hide the marks Aegon had left on your skin.

Aegon tilted his head, his grin softening into something more mischievous. “Well, if she didn’t know before, she definitely knows now.” He reached out and tugged lightly on the edge of your collar, revealing a faint glimpse of one of the reddish marks just above the fabric. “You missed a spot, my love.”

Your eyes widened, and you slapped his hand away, quickly adjusting the collar to hide the mark again. “Aegon!” you hissed, mortified.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Oh, let her see. She should be proud,” he said smugly, leaning in closer to you. “The whole of the Red Keep should know that I’m the only one who can make you scream like that.”

Your cheeks turned crimson, and you swatted his arm in frustration. “Do you have no shame?”

“Not when it comes to you,” he replied with a teasing smirk. “Besides, I am proud. And you should be, too. You’re mine, after all.”

You groaned, pressing your palms to your face. “You’re impossible, Aegon.”

“And yet, you adore me,” he countered, his tone playful.

You peeked at him through your fingers, unable to suppress the small smile that tugged at your lips. “I’m starting to reconsider.”

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if you had wounded him. “Cruel. My own twin sister, my beloved betrothed, turning on me?”

You rolled your eyes, stepping away from him to lean against the railing. “If Mother asks about the marks, I’m blaming you,” you said pointedly, though your tone lacked any real anger.

“She’ll know they’re my handiwork,” he replied smugly, moving to stand beside you. “And she’ll know just how lucky I am to have you.”

You shook your head, exasperated but unable to stop the warmth spreading in your chest. No matter how insufferable he could be, he always managed to make you feel special—and for that, you couldn’t stay mad at him for long.

Aegon grasped your hand firmly, tugging you down a quiet, dimly lit corridor. The sound of his boots echoed faintly as you struggled to keep up with his brisk pace, your skirts swishing behind you. The hall was eerily silent, a part of the Keep that had been abandoned long ago. No servants, no guards-just the two of you.

"Aegon," you murmured, glancing around nervously. "Where are we going? Someone might-"

"No one's here," he cut you off, his voice low and laced with urgency. He glanced over his shoulder at you, his violet eyes glinting with something that sent a shiver down your spine. "This part of the Keep is empty, remember? Just trust me."

Finally, he stopped near a narrow alcove by a stairwell, the faint light from a torch casting flickering shadows against the stone walls.

Before you could ask what he was doing, he spun to face you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you flush against him.

"Aegon, what-"

"I can't stop thinking about you," he murmured, his voice rough and filled with desire. His forehead pressed lightly against yours, his breath warm on your lips. "The way you looked last night... beneath me, trembling, crying out my name..." He groaned softly, his grip on your waist tightening. "It's driving me mad. I could barely focus during training this morning."

Your cheeks flushed as his words sank in, and you felt your heart race beneath his intense gaze. "Aegon, we shouldn't-"

But before you could finish, his lips captured yours in a kiss that stole your breath. It started soft and teasing, but quickly grew more urgent, more consuming. He pressed you back against the cool stone wall, one hand sliding up your side while the other remained possessively on your waist.

"Aegon," you whispered against his lips, your hands coming up to rest on his chest as his body caged you in. "Someone could see us..."

"Let them," he murmured, his voice muffled as he kissed along your jaw and down the side of your neck. "Let them see how much I adore you. Let them see that you're mine."

His lips found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, and you gasped softly, your hands clutching at the fabric of his tunic. "You're impossible," you breathed, though your voice was weak with desire.

"I'm yours," he corrected, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His violet eyes were dark and burning with a possessive hunger. "Just as you're mine. No one else will ever touch you, look at you, or hear the sounds you make when you're beneath me. Only me."

The sheer intensity in his voice sent a shiver through you, and you found yourself unable to look away from him. "You're insufferable," you muttered, though there was no real anger in your tone.

"And yet, you love me," he replied with a cocky grin before his lips were on yours again, his kiss filled with a fiery passion that left you breathless.

His hand slid down your back, pulling you even closer against him as he deepened the kiss. You could feel the desperation in his touch, the way his body pressed against yours as though he couldn't bear to be apart from you.

Aegon's kisses deepened, his movements growing more deliberate and filled with purpose. His fingers deftly worked at the laces of your corset, the tension of the fabric giving way under his touch. The moment your gown slipped from your shoulders, cascading to the floor and pooling around your feet, the cool air of the corridor grazed your bare skin, sending a shiver up your spine.

Your breath hitched as you instinctively crossed your arms, but Aegon's hands caught yours, gently lowering them back to your sides.

"Don't," he murmured, his voice low and filled with reverence. His violet eyes roamed over you with such intensity that it made your knees weaken.

"You're perfect," he said softly, almost to himself, as if he couldn't believe you were real.

His hands traced the marks he had left on your skin the night before, the faint bruises standing out against your pale complexion. His thumb brushed over one on your collarbone, and you couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped your lips.

When you whispered his name, "Aegon..." it came out as more of a plea than you had intended, and his lips curved into a satisfied smirk.

"You sound so sweet when you say my name," he whispered, his lips brushing against the spot where your neck met your shoulder.

You felt yourself leaning into his touch as he lowered himself to his knees before you. His hands slid down the sides of your body, lingering on the curve of your hips before one of them trailed down to your leg. Slowly, he lifted your foot, carefully placing it on his shoulder. The movement left you feeling exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy.

"Aegon, what are you-"

"Shh," he interrupted, looking up at you with a gaze that burned with both desire and devotion. "Let me worship you."

His lips pressed against the inside of your thigh, and your head tilted back, a soft moan slipping past your lips. Your hands gripped the wall behind you for support as your body threatened to give way beneath the sensations he was evoking.

"Aegon..." you said again, your voice trembling as your fingers found his hair, tangling in the soft silver strands.

His movements were slow, deliberate, and filled with an intensity that left you breathless. "You don't know what you do to me," he murmured against your skin. "How maddening it is to see you, to touch you, to hear you."

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a reply, as his hands and lips continued their worship. The weight of his touch, the heat of his breath-it was overwhelming in the most intoxicating way.

Your knees buckled slightly, and he steadied you, his grip firm yet gentle. "I've got you," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "'ll always catch you."

The vulnerability of the moment made your heart ache in a way that went beyond physical desire. This was Aegon-your twin, your other half, the one person who could unravel you completely and put you back together again.

As his lips continued their path, you couldn't help but whisper, "Aegon, you're insufferable."

He chuckled against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. "And you love me for it," he replied, his voice filled with smug certainty.

And he wasn't wrong.

Aegon's soft chuckle vibrated against your cunt, his lips and tongue never leaving their path of torturous affection to tease your sensitive cunt. Your body trembled beneath his ministrations, your hands tangling in his hair as your breaths came in short, uneven gasps.

"Aegon..." His name fell from your lips in a desperate plea, your voice trembling with both need and frustration.

"Yes, my love?" he teased, his warm breath brushing against your most sensitive spot, sending another shiver down your spine. He lifted his eyes to meet yours, his gaze full of mischief and pride as he took in your flushed face and trembling frame.

"You're cruel," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "Stop teasing me.."

Aegon smirked, his tongue darting out again in a slow, deliberate motion that made your back arch against the cold stone wall. "Oh, but you love it when I'm cruel, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent a wave of heat through your body.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling slightly, eliciting a low groan from him. "Aegon, please," you begged, your tone wavering between desperation and impatience.

His smirk widened as he pressed another kiss to your inner thigh, his hands gripping your hips to keep you steady. "What was that?" he asked mockingly, his tone playful and maddeningly calm. "I didn't quite catch that."

You glared down at him, your frustration growing with every second of his deliberate torture. "You know exactly what I want," you snapped, your cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and desire.

"Do I?" he replied, tilting his head as though in thought. "You'll have to be more specific, my love. Use your words."

"Aegon!" you hissed, the sound coming out as more of a moan as his tongue brushed against you again, so agonizingly slow it left you gasping.

"Yes, that's it," he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Say my name. Let everyone in the Red Keep know who's making you feel this way."

Your body trembled beneath his touch, your resolve crumbling with each deliberate movement of his tongue. "I need you, to fuck me" you finally admitted, your voice soft and filled with desperation. "Now."

He paused, his eyes darkening with a mixture of desire and triumph as he rose to his feet, his hands sliding up your body to cup your face. "That's all I needed to hear," he whispered, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was both tender and possessive.

Without another word, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you deeper into the shadows of the quiet corridor. His lips found yours again, his kisses growing more demanding as he pressed you against the wall.

"I'll give you what you want," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and filled with promise. "But don't think for a moment that I'm done teasing you."

You could only gasp in response as he finally gave in, his movements both commanding and tender, driving you to the edge of madness once more.

Aegon's pace was relentless, each thrust pulling a gasp from your lips as he buried himself deeper into you. Your hands tangled in his silver hair, pulling slightly as your nails grazed his scalp. The sound of your voice calling his name only spurred him on, his grip on your waist tightening to the point of leaving marks that would surely remain for days.

"You're mine," he growled against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin before he sank them into the sensitive flesh. The sharp sensation mixed with the overwhelming pleasure, sending a shiver down your spine. He soothed the bite with his tongue, leaving a trail of new marks that overlapped with the ones from the night before.

Your head fell back against the wall, your eyes fluttering shut as you surrendered to the sensations overwhelming your body. "Aegon..." His name was a breathless whisper, filled with desperation and need.

He lifted his head to look at you, his violet eyes dark with lust and pride as he took in your flushed cheeks and parted lips. "Say it louder," he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.

You obeyed, his name falling from your lips in a broken moan that echoed down the empty corridor. Aegon smirked, his chest swelling with satisfaction at the sight of you completely undone beneath him.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "My perfect little twin, made just for me."

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he shifted the angle, the new position making stars explode behind your closed eyelids. Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him even closer as your body arched into his.

"Aegon, I can't-" you gasped, your voice breaking as the pressure building in your core became too much to bear.

"Yes, you can," he whispered, his voice softening as he pressed a kiss to your temple. "Give it to me. Let go for me, my love."

Aegon smirked wickedly as he hoisted you onto the sturdy surface of the table, your back pressed against the cool wood. His hands gripped your hips possessively, his violet eyes gleaming with both lust and triumph as he watched your flushed face and trembling body.

"You look divine like this," he murmured, leaning in to nip at your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive marks he'd left earlier. "My perfect twin, completely undone for me."

Your breaths came out in uneven gasps as he lined himself up and thrust into you once again, the new angle sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he set a brutal pace, each movement precise and unrelenting.

"Aegon..." you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper as the overwhelming sensations consumed you.

"Say it louder," he growled, his grip on your hips tightening as he slammed into you even harder.

You obeyed, his name spilling from your lips in a desperate moan that echoed down the empty corridor. Aegon chuckled darkly, clearly satisfied with the effect he had on you.

"You're mine," he declared, his voice rough and full of possessive pride. "No one else gets to see you like this, hear you like this, feel you like this. Only me."

You could do nothing but nod, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form a coherent response. Your body arched into his, seeking more of the intoxicating connection only he could provide.

Aegon's hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer as he buried himself even deeper inside you. The new angle made stars explode behind your closed eyelids, and you cried out his name again, your voice trembling with desperation and ecstasy.

"That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let go for me, my love. Show me how much you need me."

His words were your undoing, the coil inside you snapping as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling and breathless.

Aegon wasn't far behind, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a low, guttural groan, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body shuddering against yours as he found his end.

For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, your bodies pressed together as you caught your breath. Aegon eventually pulled back, his violet eyes softening as he took in your flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

"You're breathtaking," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His tone was softer now, filled with a tenderness that belied his earlier intensity.

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. "You're insatiable," you teased, your voice still shaky from the aftershocks of your release.

Aegon chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before carefully helping you off the wardrobe. He adjusted your gown, his fingers grazing your skin in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

"We should go before someone finds us," you murmured, glancing nervously down the corridor.

"Let them," Aegon said with a smirk, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist. "Let them see who you belong to."

You rolled your eyes again, though you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through your chest at his words. Despite his arrogance and unpredictability, you knew he was yours just as much as you were his.

Tag list : @danytar @julessworldd @hangmanscoming @yazzzmints @callsignwidow @giirlinblack

[tourettesdog]

Hey there! I was just wondering, do you have any DP headcanons that you’d like to share? Any characters you like are good lmao

OOOOOOH boy do I!! owo

I have so many headcanons for this show omg. Just a bunch that I've picked up from reading fics, and chatting with friends, and thought up while planning out fics and prompts. Most of my headcanons center pretty heavily around Danny, since he is the blorbo™️, but I do have hcs for his friends, family, enemies, and more general ones.

This got very long, so it goes under the cut

Danny-focused hcs:

Danny doesn't need to eat much human food (and has a very reduced appetite) while in Amity Park or other ectoplasm-rich places, since his body naturally absorbs energy from ectoplasm. Though his friends and Jazz will still push him to eat even when he's not hungry, to keep his human body healthy. Whenever Danny's in places with less ectoplasm, his appetite returns with a vengeance.

Danny has an ice core and overheats easily in the summer, but in contrast handles winter months with ease. [Sometimes I like to do a reverse of this hc, where the ice core is helpful to him in the summer, but becomes detrimental to his human-side when it gets cold.]

Following the accident, lightning and other sources of raw electricity give Danny anxiety. I like to imagine that during storms he feels the static prickle on his skin.

Danny purrs when happy or content like a cat. In general, I like to imagine cores making all sorts of vibrations, hums, chirps, and other sounds.

Danny has no heartbeat in Phantom form, and doesn't need to breathe (but does so anyway out of habit). In contrast, his heartbeat and breaths per minute (as well as his core body temperature) are much lower than a standard human's.

Danny is trans and came out at a young age. Following the accident, the shock of the portal messed with his glands/hormones and he hasn't had a period since. He also hasn't grown since, with his height being stunted at around 5 foot. (In general, I like to HC that Danny takes after Maddie more in height, with Jazz getting all the tall genes from Jack.)

I like to imagine that Danny loses interest in becoming an astronaut after the accident. Existential dread + gaining the ability to explore a vast realm with many more interesting things in it will do that to a bastard.

I like to do Ghost King stuff with Danny sometimes, but I honestly prefer the idea that he just like has a claim to the throne, but in the same way that a king's 57 bastard children all would have a claim to his throne. (But the king isn't really gone anyway, so anyone with that claim is just sitting on a useless prince title while Pariah slumbers.)

I love the idea of ghost obsessions, and Danny specifically having one that is either focused around protection or helping. If the obsession is in regards to protection, I like to imagine it stems less from him thinking Sam and Tucker were in harms way when the portal went off, and more from him wishing someone would protect him/that he could protect himself.

I like to imagine that Danny (and all ghosts) won't outright fade if they fail to perform their obsession, however. I just imagine that it makes them extremely unhappy, anxious, and sickly. Danny, due to only being half-dead, has some more resilience with this too, I imagine.

I love giving Danny lasting scars, especially lichtenberg figures from the portal. I think it's particularly fun to have the scars wrap up his arm and across neck and/or face.

In addition to his scars, Danny experiences chronic pain and nerve issues in his arm associated with the accident.

I love the hc that Danny's wail is the same sort of scream he let out when he died in the portal.

In terms of orientation, I hc Danny as being asexual and then either biromantic or homoromantic, depending on what I'm feeling for the story. I both love the idea of him being biromantic, or him thinking for a long time that he had to like girls as a trans boy, before later accepting that he was gay. (I also love everlasting trio as a ship, so polyromantic is on the table too.)

Sam-focused hcs:

Sam gets a much better grip on her activism in late high school, after getting humbled a bit. This includes shifting her focus to supporting more sustainable forms of farming, rather than outright decrying the slaughter of animals. (I imagine she herself becomes a vegetarian after this, rather than a vegan.)

Sam was already on the fence about eating meat prior to the portal, but gave it up for good (and briefly became very belligerent about it), because she couldn't get the smell of the portal accident out of her nose. Cooked meat makes her feel sick for a very long time, especially pork.

I love hcs that Sam either dyes her hair and/or wears colored contacts.

Sam becomes rather liminal from being around Danny and the Zone, and retains some plant-based powers from Undergrowth. Overtime, Sam will start to develop a proto-core and have her senses altered by it.

Linked with the previous hc, I like to hc Sam as being prone to sensory overload, and this being exacerbated by an increase in her hearing following the portal.

As an adult, Sam funnels her passion for activism into journalism.

Tucker-focused hcs:

Tucker is hard-of-hearing and requires the use of hearing aids. Being reliant on technology from a young age helped kickstart his interest in it. Also, because of Tucker's disability, both Danny, Sam, Jazz, and eventually Val learn sign language to converse more easily with him.

Following the portal, Tucker is forced to modify his tech (and in particular his hearing aids) to interact more neutrally with ectoplasm.

I like to imagine that Tucker is very forceful with hitting on girls as, similar to Danny, he is fighting against some internalized homophobia. In terms of orientation, I imagine he is pansexual, with a preference for masculine individuals.

Like Sam, Tucker becomes rather liminal following the portal accident, and may develop tech-based powers. While Sam's ears are much more affected by liminality, Tucker instead experiences a dramatic shift in his vision.

Tucker might be an only child, but he comes from a very large, very supportive family that's all over various parts of the US.

Tucker has some food sensitivities, especially in regards to texture. He's definitely somewhere on the autism spectrum, alongside Danny and Jazz.

Tucker was the one to initiate friendship with both Danny and Sam. He met Danny when they were in preschool and insisted on being friends, and dragged Sam into their small group later on after meeting her in elementary-middle school when her family moved to Amity.

Tucker's eyes are brown or a dark hazel, rather than the teal they're depicted as in the show.

Val-focused hcs:

After getting ousted from her previous friend group, Valerie feels more comfortable with exploring some hobbies she previously didn't feel comfortable with around Paulina and Star. This includes video games, card collecting, and skateboarding.

Val's mother passed away when she was a very young child, and she has little to no memories of her.

Val's eyes are brown, rather than the green they're depicted as in the show.

Val becomes very liminal due to her suit-- much more liminal than both Tucker and Sam. By the time she's an adult, Val has a proto-core at the very least, and a sizeable grasp on controlling tech.

Valerie is bisexual, with a large preference for women that she doesn't explore until being ousted from her old friend group.

It isn't until college, when they've learned more about themselves and their internalized biases, that Val starts to reconnect with her old friends.

Jazz-focused hcs:

Jazz is much taller than Danny, and reaches over 6 foot tall by the time she stops growing.

Jazz is bisexual, and has known she is for a long time after helping Danny come out as trans and doing some of her own personal research.

I like to imagine that Jazz either becomes a child therapist or teacher after watching her little brother and his friends struggle in their formative years. Though I also really like the hc that Jazz, rather than Danny, becomes very interested in the technical and tinkering aspects of their parents' work.

I imagine around the end of HS that Jazz realizes she really shouldn't be psychoanalyzing and giving therapy to family and friends.

Jazz's driving is just as terrifying as Jack's, and her car is a beat-up old mess covered in dings and scratches.

Jazz likes to cook, but creates the biggest messes while doing so. In general, organized chaos is her MO.

Like Danny's friends, Jazz is rather liminal. She's less liminal than Val, though more so than Sam and Tuck, due to living directly over the portal. I imagine this comes with a heightened sense of emotion, as well as hearing.

I like to imagine that Jazz is just as, if not more nervous than Danny about him revealing his secret to their parents. To her, it feels similar to the danger of a trans kid coming out of the closet in a transphobic household, and while she'd like to believe their parents would accept Danny as a halfa, she's not willing to chance the risk while he's still dependent on them and they have not changed their tune on ghosts.

Jazz is so focused on helping Danny survive his teens that it isn't until she's like 25-30 that she really starts to unpack her own trauma.

General Amity and ghost hcs:

Amity Park is a bit colder than the surrounding region, due to the heavy presence of ghosts.

The ghosts have also altered the native wildlife. Many native species of animals have fled, or otherwise adjusted their behavior to account for ghostly neighbors. It's not uncommon to see ghostly ducks swimming alongside living ones, or feral groups of cats with some being more transparent than the rest.

Because of the Box Ghost, many residents in Amity Park start to get into the habit of unboxing their groceries as soon as possible. There's more than one spot where boxes can be left in a pile, and it's rare that they remain there for more than a day.

In general, I like to imagine that Amity really embraces the ghostliness, with some shops even taking it up as a theme. It's not uncommon to see Halloween decorations all year round, including ghosts with little Santa hats come Christmas.

Because of all of the ectoplasm in the air, technology has a habit of acting very strangely in Amity Park. Most advanced tech needs to be altered to work correctly within city limits.

Blob ghosts are very endearing, and more than one Amity Parker has one as a pet.

Okay, this got Very long so I'm gonna stop it here cause I could just Keep Going. Especially where stuff like the Far Frozen or crossovers are concerned, but those are for another time lol.

[burquillos]

I genuinely forgot that tumblr is a place that is actually decent for posting text Anyways, 431 AU Hurt and Comfort drabble following Izuku's train of thought "I've always failed to protect Kacchan and now that I don't have the power to do it anymore, the best course of action is to give up on my dream, so he follows me out of danger"

"You don't get it Kacchan!! I can't protect you anymore, you could get hurt!!"

"You're already hurting me!"

Izuku shuts his mouth. How could he say anything to that? He knows what he's been doing to Kacchan. He isn’t inviting him to guest teach that often for no reason. He hoped he could show Kacchan there are other ways of being Hero, one where he wouldn’t need to put his life in danger. He has also been deliberate in keeping Kacchan at arm’s length, just far enough to look like Just Another Person in his life, he wouldn’t want any villains getting any bright ideas especially now that he’s powerless. He's not as stupid or oblivious as people think. It hurts to see Kacchan upset, but a miserable Kacchan is better than a dead one. It's selfish of him but he can't let him go. He can’t lose him again.

Katsuki takes a deep breath like he's gathering all weight he's been carrying and then letting it drop abruptly. "Look, Izuku. I've been there before... I know you're scared." Deku flinches at that. "That's why you keep pushing me away. I finally understand how frustrating it must have been for you to lend out your hand and get it slapped away every time. That's why I don't blame you. I had no idea how you did it back then, but I've tried to follow your example, to be as strong and persevering as you were, to never give up on people.” Katsuki pauses, thinking before he steels himself to say the words, “But at some point you have to let me move on from you, just like how you moved on from me."

His words sound defeated, like everything he just said is an undeniable, unchangeable truth, and maybe it is. But the end?

"Is that what you think? That I moved on from you?” their eyes finally meet. “Kacchan, I'm still fucking stuck in that coffin in the sky! YOU DIED!! Because I couldn't get there in time! Because I treated you like you were special! Because I... I loved you and everybody could see it.”

“I was so happy when I got closer to you back at UA. You were always so bright and I’ve always dreamed of standing there by your side instead of watching you from afar like I’ve always had but I got too careless. I wanted to stay there forever, I really did but everybody kept hurting Kacchan.”

“Even at our worst, everyone saw how hard I tried to chase after you. I hated myself for not being able to say so many things, for not being able to tell you 'You're more than just a Hero to me'. But in the end, it didn’t even matter because Everybody. Still. Fucking. Knows. Because I can't control myself. Because I always slip up. Because I always lose my shit when it comes to you!

How could I move on from you when I have to spend every day scared shitless that everyone would know how much I want you and take you away from me!?”

At this point, Izuku’s completely broken down and Katsuki lets him. It was a long time coming after all. He approaches Izuku to hold him, Izuku hold him back tightly like he never wants to let go. They stay like that for a few minutes, Kacchan softly petting his hair while he calms down. After a while, Kacchan speaks.

“You don’t have to worry about anyone taking me away from you, Izuku.”

He looks up from his place snuggled on Kacchan’s chest, “What?”

“Already yours, have been for a while. Ya just need to act like it.”

“I already told you why I can’t-“

“Then try harder. Make me undoubtedly yours. Show them what happens when they mess with something that you own.”

Izuku doesn’t know if Kacchan’s words is just there to hype him up or if he’s being entirely serious about it. Either way, it sends tingles up his spine and warmth to his cheeks. But that embarrassment quickly evolves to shame.

“What if I fail again... I couldn’t even protect you even when I had all the power in world.”

“I’m not asking for your protection Izuku, just like how you didn’t ask for mine when I ran after you and jumped in front of all of those spikes. Those were MY choices and all I ask of you is to run after me too, to choose me.”

Izuku looks at him stunned. His heart feels so full he feels like he’s about to burst again. He never imagined there would be a world where he would chase after Kacchan and Kacchan would be expecting him to catch up and run by his side instead of running away from him in fear. It was everything he ever wished for as a kid.

He still thinks he’s not strong enough, but he can be brave. The same quirkless kid who chased his dreams in spite of it all.

“Okay, Kacchan.”

He musters up all his strength to smile at Katsuki and to his surprise and delight he smiles right back.

“I won’t be far behind!”

[karlathewitch]

Wind and Truth? Done. I am messed up and I have so many feelings I cannot even begin to describe them. So instead I just say:

WHAT IN THE SWEET HELLS I WAS READING? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THIS HURTS?

I literaly could go on and on about Dalinar, Moash, Szeth, Honor, Odium Todium Retribution, the effectiveness of Dr. Stormblessed's therapy, Wit being Wit, Thaylen city, Rlain and Renarin, or Adolin King of the Deadeyes, but it would take me so much time to write all that down.

So let's shorten it for an acceptable review.

Story: Well written as always, perfect pacing, shocking twists. I wanted a bit more Lift, or perhaps a Jasnah backstory, or at least a one chapter with Rysn and Akilu, but I am not complaining. 10/10

Characters: I feel bad for Nale, tbh. It was good to catch a glimpse of the lifes of the Heralds, but I feel there have to be more. Lift's character development got cut short, which is a tad bothersome. I expected Moash/Vyre to actually do something instead of being a short lived villain, who only appeared twice, then literaly nothing. Even the Pursuer had more time than him, but I hope that Vyre returns in Stormlight 6. Overall 8/10

Twists: Uhm, this book was more twisty than a one-armed Herdazian stuck in a Highstorm. My favorite however was when Taravangian revealed that he is a hypocrite. All that talk about making sacrifices, yet he refused to end his own family, fabricating a lie instead, while gloating about the Greater Good to Dalinar. Also I wonder how Retribution plans to use the Fake-Dalinar. Overall 20/10

I loved this book, and sadly I must wait a LOOOOOOONG time for the next Stormlight book.

(I think I will make more posts about each character, or at least some memes)

[demaparbat-hp]

Zuko looked up and locked eyes with his cousin, who was struck speechless. Then, ever so slowly, Lu Ten's lips twitched upwards. And then he smiled. And then he beamed. And then he nodded proudly once, just once, and vanished.

Lu Ten comes back in For the Spirits Chapter VII: Take Me South, only to leave Zuko with more questions than answers. Just how much is he truly aware of? When will he return? What is Zuko going to do now?

(What will the South bring?)

[fandomish]

Thinking about how Leo always flips his shit and searches recklessly for his brothers when they go missing/are separated but probably genuinely didn’t expect to be saved at all when he locked himself in the prison dimension

[right-hand-of-the-black-sand]

I love the idea that Mozenrath is so light-weight that, should he try one (1) shot of anything alcoholic, he would get absolutely destroyed.

Like, he does the Aizawa thing and insists that he's never gotten drunk that he can remember. The key part is "that he can remember" because he takes one sip and then

[lecliss]

I'll never be able to take the theory that Vincent is Sephiroth's real father seriously cuz I cannot stress enough how important I think it is to the plot that Vincent wanted to fuck Lucrecia and did not get to.

[grumpy-nyks]

The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Davor edition

I-I think Ms. Verner doesn't like him...😳

Davor "Dove" Kovač 🐝 RO: Becca Warrick

Personality: cautious // aloof // pessimistic // flirtatious (only towards Becca ...and Reese??) Traits: head // independent // resistance // believer Past affinity: math Primary ability: extrasensory awareness Past susceptibility: forward. 'it’s better to push forward. don’t look back on the past when you have new places to be and things to achieve.' <<< his motto

🕊️ Fernweh: Davor lived a happy life there and didn't think about leaving in the future. Maybe for some trips, but he knew it would always be his place, his safe place... 'It was a mistake to come back here.' - that was his first thought when he tried to fall asleep on the first night in Fernweh. The nightmares came back as he thought they would. He wants to leave as soon as possible because he feels that it is not safe for Becca to be here.

🕊️ Gramps Dan: That was his gramps who taught Davor how to play the guitar. As a young child, Davor always admired him and believed he was the most intelligent person in the world. After the death of his parents and how his grandfather treated him, he was devastated and angry. He wanted answers soo badly but didn't get any. He lived loathing his grandfather ever since. The news of his passing stirred up a lot of negative emotions that Davor had previously managed to suppress. At the beginning of the story he couldn't care less about his grandfather, but because of his journal he started to believe him. Things that his granfather lived through made Davor even more angry at this messy town …but he's willing to forgive his gramps…

🐝 Becca Warrick: It was a ...funny story that brought both of them together and they look after each other ever since. He considers Becca as his precious (not in a negative-possessive way) treasure, he literally can't let anything bad happen to her. That was also she who came up with the nickname 'Dove'... (and she's literally the only person who calls him that, others wouldn't dare...). He had feelings for her for quite some time but didn't act on it... until now. Although he didn't express it, he felt very nervous about Becca being in the town where he grew up. He was curious (but also scared) about what she could think of this town. He felt like he was revealing more of himself to her…. and he forgot about any worries pretty fast, because the town started being weird as fu--.

🕊️ Reese Verner: Back then Davor was quite cheerful and enjoyed competing with Reese regularly. They teased each other a lot. Davor always thought that Reese had a crush on him, was it true tho? donut know, but he certainly had. ...why does he appear in his nightmares? Maybe the crush stage never disappeared...? Seeing him again was a nice experience, sure... but ignoring the circumstances, he is still unsure if it was worth it and is struggling with his thoughts… Would it be worth it to return to Fernweh just to see him... again? welp, good thing he doesn't have to think about it much, am I right?

🕊️ Sofia Dorran: The two of them maybe did not have a strong relationship, but he knew Sofia is the ideal person for engaging in intelligent conversations. He enjoyed spending time with her, solving the puzzles that gramps created for them both. Davor wasn't a fan of fantasy books, but she managed to change his mind about them. Davor knows that Sofia did take good care of his grandfather, but he still doesn't quite know if he's grateful for that or wished she spent her time more... valuably... He was tempted to ask Sofia to borrow that book she found in his grandfather's bedroom, but he thought better of it. It's better to leave Fernweh… Even so, his curiosity wasn't properly fed.

🕊️ James Corvin: Maybe not brothers by blood, but definitely brothers by choice. Davor treated him as if he was the brother he always wanted to have. Back then Davor always placed a high value on his family… until now. At the time, Davor tended to be more impulsive and James was usually the one who kept him from getting into trouble (which often involved Reese). It was really hard, for both of them, to see each other after so long. Their first interaction was pretty awkward... I would even say that most of their interactions were . James noticed how Davor changed the question is: for the better or worse? I don't even know. Everyone can sense, that things around them are different now, and they aren't as close as before. Will it change?

🕊️ Alek Corvin: …To say that Alek wasn't a fan of Davor would be an understatement. Was it because James spent most of his time focusing only on Davor trying to get him out of trouble? Did Alek observe any possessiveness from Davor towards James? Or maybe simply because of the bond between those two, which was truly something that others would envy and desire? Davor never considered it, especially when he left Fernweh permanently. :)) As you can imagine, Alek doesn't seem very happy about Davor's return… But he took an interest in his new friend, Becca, which did not go unnoticed by Davor and he isn't really happy about it.

🕊️ The Waitress: Oh boy, it seems that Davor has taken up a new hobby, which is glaring harshly at the waitress. He finds her mistrustful and he smells trouble. Had they met when he was younger, there may have been a slim chance of them getting along.

🕊️ Waffles!: So um… Davor has a little issue with dogs and because of that his relationship with Waffles isn't as wonderful as I wish it would be... However, I believe that with time and help from Becca, they will eventually become friends.

[skrunksthatwunk]

BREAKING NEWS i said yeah on the phone and rascal meowed back at me from across the room hehe

[itadore-you]

every day I think abt this one fic I used to follow like the gospel from 2020 WRITERMILK WHO WROTE FUCKTOY ON WATTPAD U MADE ME WHO I AM U GOT ME INTO FANFICTION I LOVE YOU

[catboydan]

fiance got me a kindle for my birthday <3