#crash landing on you fanfic

[beatrixacs]

I am cooking something for SeungDan on the side while writing Reylo in the meantime... 😉 Some ideas just won’t leave you alone once they sprout inside your mind.

[beri-allen]

ao3: beriallen she/her, 18+

Bulgasal: Immortal Souls 1. a little more and i'll go (dan hwal/min si-ho; t; 1/1) 2. if our lives are ours, what shouldn't we do (dan hwal/dan sol, dan hwal/min si-ho; t; 1/1) 3. we had so much going for us (dan hwal/dan sol, dan hwal/min si-ho; g; 1/1)

Crash Landing on You 1. i carried you for aching (seo dan/gu seung-jun; t; 1/1)

Hannibal 1. only grab air (will graham/beverly katz; t; 1/1)

House M.D. 1. calendar girls* (allison cameron/thirteen; t; 1/1)

Memories of the Alhambra 1. room 601 (yoo jinwoo/jung heeju; t; 1/1) 2. magic hours (yoo jinwoo/jung heeju; m; 1/1)

Once Upon a Time 1. the human (wooden swan; g; 1/1) 2. memory serves (wooden swan; t; 1/1)

Please Come Back, Mister 1. wish i were here (han hong-nan/song yi-yeon; t; 1/1)

Queen of Tears 1. 5 times hong hae-in died (baekhong; t; 1/1)

Running Man** 1. might just as well (monday couple; g; 1/1) 2. four times jihyo holds gary's hands and one time she doesn't (monday couple; g; 1/1) 3. no good unless real (monday couple; e; 1/1) 4. another night (monday couple; t; 1/1) 5. fine (monday couple; t; 1/1)

School 2017 1. 3 times taewoon confesses and 1 time he doesn't (ra eunho/hyun taewoon; t; 1/1)

Search WWW 1. the theory of time (song ga-gyeong/cha hyeon; g; 1/1)

Story of Kunning Palace 1. the dreams of butterflies (jiang xuening/shen zhiyi; t; 1/1)

The Acolyte 1. bond/freedom (oshamir; e; 1/1) 2. dying breed (oshamir; t; 2/2)

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes 1. born liar (snowbaird; m; 1/1)

Twenty Five, Twenty One 1. we call it something different, something wrong, and something right (ko yurim/na heedo; t; 1/1)

Wednesday 1. slow, long, and excruciatingly painful (wyler; t; 2/2) 2. you have shrunk to the size of my thoughts (wyler; t; 2/2) 3. i predict a riot (wyler; m; 5/5) 4. the gift of the magi (wyler; t; 1/1) 5. the rite of spring (wyler; t; 1/1) 6. stop (wyler; e; 1/1) 7. the long game (wyler; m; 1/1) 8. the devil and the deep blue sea (wyler; t; 1/1) 9. interrupted remembrances (wyler; t; 1/1) 10. technicolor glasses (wyler; t; 1/1) 11. i put a spell on you (wyler; e; 7/7) 12. oh god, i think i'm falling (wyler; e; 2/2) 13. joyeux noël (wyler; t; 1/1) 15. in the heat of the moment (tynid, wyler, minor petroclair; e; 2/2) 16. the spirit is willing (the flesh is weak) (wyler; e; 1/1)

*imported from lj **rpf header & icon image credit: x

[starupabove]

The Accidental Monarch

Romance. Action. Thriller. Chungmuro actress Yoon Seri has done them all and is about to take on the role of a lifetime: Queen of South Korea.

Available to read on Archive of Our Own & Wattpad

Story Cover by chummychurri

[theduchessofoxford]

Idk if we have any CLOY fanfic writers that are active here but I had a dream and I would love to see it written 😭 (but also can’t believe I still dream about this couple years after)

Jeong-hyeok and Se-Ri actually connected in Switzerland (the first time) so when she has her accident he knew who she was. He deliberately hid her, lied about her being his fiancé, and got his unit involved because he already loved her. So it was like the same story but they were in love the whole time! The angst let me tell you!!

If this inspires anybody I would give you my first born

[skz-vla]

Crash-landed in a strange place (You were there for me)

✦ Foster Family, Minor BinChan, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Growing up, Lee Know is a Good Friend, Platonic 3Racha, Dads!BinChan, Son!Jisung ✦ Minsung, For @minsungficathon on twitter

✦ Finished, 22k ✦ Rated G

[olkagretcher]

crash landing on you 사랑의 불시착

originally posted on ao3 (may 30, 2023)

"sometimes, even the wrong train takes you to the right direction." jeonghyuk and seri + seodan and seungjun hc drabbles and ideas.

rating: general audiences || relationships: gen, f/m || fandom: crash landing on you || characters: seri, jeonghyeok, seodan, seungjun, company five, seri's family, minor characters... || language: english

additional tags: updates every time i (re)watch cloy

❝ three cups of liquor ❞

— on the day of Seungjun’s death anniversary, Dan pours three cups in memory of his existence and how they were the pawns of a tragic destiny.

❝ final night ❞

— On Ri Jeong-hyuk’s final night, Company Five spent time together with the suits Seri bought them, the last thing they have from Seri (for now, till Jeonghyuk brings back souvenirs from Switzerland)

❝ lost and found ❞

— Seodan, Seungjun, and the orphaned kids post-canon. The kids Seungjun helped in episode 15 before he was about to leave, fate had once again made Seodan their main character as she takes in the brother and sister. Seodan does not get married, but she became a good mom.

❝ twin girls ❞

— Canon-divergent from episode 10; unplanned pregnancy.

❝ cruel fate ❞

— Seodan meets Seungjun's mother unknowingly in the U.K. when she visits one time. Seungjun's mother had treated Seodan to some Korean food (which was difficult to find in the U.K.) and she'd ask Seodan where she got that blue velvet jacket from, since it was awfully familiar to her.

Little did Seungjun's mother know... it was her late son's jacket.

“My fiancé,” Seodan breathes. “It’s his.”

[ladykyriaa]

Reading CLOY fanfics and it's so wild to see that we all have the same thought about how "Jeong Hyeok would be able to defect once his dad dies"

Like this is my second fanfic read that had his dad dying just so he could defect. Lmfao

[iheartlegolas]

begging on my hands and knees for ri jeong hyeok fanfics

[lexcys]

★ observing rafe cameron x reader

summary: you were trying everything to hide the fact that you couldn’t stop staring at rafe, unbeknownst to you - he was secretly hoping you were

a/n: this is a surfer!rafe x shy!reader btw!! also this is like pretty much my first ever fanfic so I have no idea what the fuck I am doing so sorry if this is literal ass 😭 no mention of a fem!reader besides the fact that the womans bathroom gets entered

you felt the heat of the sun on your skin as you stepped out of the twinkie. the soft crash of the distant waves barely audible over the hum of the pogues voices

stepping onto the beach, a surge of excitement hits you. the day you and the pogues have been counting down to all week has finally arrived

you take one final glance into your bag, double-checking for anything you might have forgotten—sunscreen, snacks, a book, and a few other trinkets, satisfied you make your way over to your usual spot ready to take off your tshirt and shorts which hid your swim wear underneath, until you spotted someone out of the corner of your eye

rafe cameron

somehow the kooks had managed to pick the exact same date, place and time to visit the beach as you and your friends

while the others were hastly running towards the water stripping on the way down, paying no attention to the kooks, kie stayed back waiting for you

she was already in her bikini while your clothes weren’t even close to leaving your body and landing on the ground

''you coming?'' she asked, hand on her forehead shielding her from the burning sun

''umm'', taking a quick glance around you searched the beach in a, hopefully, unsuspicious way trying to locate rafe again

glancing down you turned your gaze elsewhere, you hoped the sudden heat entering your body was from the sun and not from the sight of rafe taking his shirt off

''I’ll join you guys later, I’m a little dizzy right now'', you spoke swiftly looking up at her, hoping to not get caught in the little white lie

all though kie nodded, the flicker of confusion in her eyes and a quick look behind you told you all you needed to know

you had never verbally stated your attraction to the him but you were pretty sure almost anybody could’ve guessed with the way you tensed up or seemed quieter and clumsier whenever he was in close proximity

taking off your top and shorts you shot a look over to the pogues who were already splashing and practically drowning each other. you giggled while settling down onto your beach towel before applying sunscreen and laying down on your stomach with a book in hand

even though your book was very interesting, the sight in front of you was much more enticing

rafe was currently riding a pretty common wave, yet you found yourself unable to stop staring

you adjusted your book hoping to hide the fact that you were practically ogling at the cameron boy

he was far enough out that you couldn’t make out the details but you still caught the way his hair stuck to his face, the way his body twisted with the rythm of the wave and the way he… kept turning his head towards you?

it seemed like he was looking for you, looking to see if you were watching him

cheeks burning, you try to push your delusions aside trying to find the passage you were reading earlier

you take another peek at him and by the the time you do, he was already out of the water, walking towards his friends with the biggest fucking grin, beaming with pride and confidence, already seeming to rave about the wave he just rode

hearing jj’s laugh you swiftly adjust and pretend to be reading your book that was definitely more interesting than staring at rafe’s wet body and stupid grin

while jj kept whining about how john b, supposedly, almost drowned him they both settled down on your left, luckily on the side where the kooks were lounging

fortunately he also kept talking which meant you were able to peep right past his face and steal short glances towards rafe

it was almost impossible for you to keep your eyes off of him. it didn’t matter where you would see him, you were always stealing glances or simply staring at him from a distance. others could call this stalking but you liked to call it observing, you liked watching him, but not in a creepy way, more so you were admiring him, he was pretty

you liked his side profile, the way his bangs framed his face, the way his eyes looked in the sun, the way his shirts hung onto his fit body - you noticed the way he was very articulate with his hands, which were always adorned with the same two rings, the way the corner of his lips turned downwards whenever he tried not to smile

noticing him facing you, eyeing your group, the staring quickly stopped

at this point the distance between the two groups was too small for your liking because of course the kooks had to settle down as closely as possible to the pogues - it was somehow impossible for them to keep their distance

given the short distance, whenever you actually were brave enough to look again it seemed like he was meeting your gaze, trying to maintain eye contact

heart beating way too fast and cheeks burning, you turn away from jj trying to initiate a conversation with sarah, who was sitting on your right

after a while of, luckily, managing to keep your head from spinning towards him, to meet his gaze - aside from the occasional looks to jj or john b whenever they were contributing to the conversation - you were desperate to get up, to empty your bladder

you dreaded getting up, fully aware that the beach bar was situated just behind the kooks, it meant walking past rafe and the mere thought of that unnerved you - every step would make you acutely aware of your surroundings, mind racing, until the very thought of moving felt like it might turn your legs into jelly

examining the scene quickly you notice half of the kooks gone, including rafe, they must’ve left when you weren’t looking - you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders while also immediately feeling a certain misery overtaking you

this unrequited crush was spiraling out of control

strutting over to the bar you take notice of ruthie with another girl sitting at one of the tables and kelce talking to the bartender seeming to be cracking jokes instead of ordering

walking past them you try to keep your gaze relatively low to avoid any sort of interaction. turning into the small hallway of the bar you exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding

the calmness doesn’t last long because as you round the corner to reach the toilets you spot him, standing in front of the mens bathroom, phone in hand and looking quite bored

before you get the chance to look away he lifts his head and notices you, he smiles - you smile back, a very awkward smile

relatively quickly you turn your head away and enter the women’s bathroom. your head becoming a blur, suddenly already washing your hands ready to leave the bathroom

he must’ve left already, right?

''topper are you fucking coming, man?!'', you catch rafe through the door

your plan of immediately leaving and paying him no mind, began to falter two seconds after stepping out of the bathroom

''hey, y/n'', you hear from behind you, shit

you freeze up for a second, caught off guard, before composing yourself and turning around

immediately drawn to him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his hair had dried in quite a messy way, his slightly squinted eyes and the slight smirk splayed across his face

''how are you?'' he questions before you had the chance to greet him back

''I’m doing fine'', you manage to exclaim, nearly tripping over your words before adding the usual ''and you?''

you dig in your mind trying to recall the last time you’d exchanged words beyond the usual "hi" or "hey''

''ditto'',

apparently not completely satisified with your answer, he regards you for a moment, the stare causing a warmth to creep up your neck as you shifted uneasily

''why did your friends leave you all alone over there?'', rafe inquired with a raised brow - a hint of curiosity in his tone, ''they seemed to be enjoying themeselves''

letting out a soft exhale you answer him, attempting to maintain eye contact but faltering almost immediately, ''I wasn’t feeling so good'' was all you manage to muster before adding the word, ''dizzy'' in a rather whispered voice, as you lied through your teeth, hoping he wouldn’t see through it

if he did, he didn’t let on ''are you feeling better now?’'

you nod quickly, meeting his gaze

looking up at him with those almost innocent eyes, he can’t help but offer, ''are you sure? I can get you a glass of water'', an unrecognisable sweetness laced his voice, softening his usual edge

taken aback by his unexpected offer you hesitate before denying his offer by simply shaking your head

he let out a quiet snort, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched you struggle to give a simple answer

''what book were you reading?'', he asked, his smirk widening as he leaned further back into the wall, clearly amused at the way the conversation was turning into a playful interrogation, as if he found some strange satisfaction in making you squirm just a little bit

you froze, your mind going blank, searching for the title before realising you genuinely couldn’t remember, maybe because you weren’t actually reading the book

like a savior, topper emerged from the bathroom, a flicker of confusion passing across his face as he scanned the scene before moving past you both, muttering a quiet "let’s go," clearly directed at rafe

for a split second, it looked like frustration crossed rafe’s face, fleeting before you could overthink it, flashing you a smile he pushed himself off the wall and made his way past you

but before he completely disappeared out of view, he turned back with a smirk and called over his shoulder,

''hope you enjoyed the show earlier''

oh

[skulla-rxcks]

𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍 ☆

Paring: Stalker!chan x afab reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: !extremely dubious, piv, unprotected, stalking & yandere

Day 10 of ktober

Taglist: @f3lix00 @channiesgoodgirl @mal-lunar-28 @bangchans-gf5 @fun-fanfics @iwannabangchan @linosluver

Please dm me or use my inbox if you’d like to be added to the taglist ^^

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

He’s been watching you for so long and somehow you haven’t noticed.

You haven’t noticed at all; how he follows you home after work everyday, how he sneaks in your house every night and steals your panties before going home and wrapping his hand around his cock with your underwear held to his nose as he sniffs it, getting off to your scent.

He loves you, he’s obsessed with you. But you don’t realise it so tonight is the night he will show you.

——————————————-

I lay down in my bed after a rough day at work, completely exhausted and ready to close my eyes and to sink into the comfort of my bed. I grab my phone and message my friends’ group chat saying goodnight before plugging my phone in to charge. It doesn’t take me long for sleep to claim me, but just before I slip into slumber I notice that I forgot my headphones on my desk - but who cares I’m tired and I should rest.

As I drift off into dream land, I hear someone knocking on my window. At first I think it must be one of my friends but why would they knock on my window instead of just ringing the doorbell? I open my blinds to see who’s there, It’s a man, he looks around mid twenties. I don’t know who he is but he seems and looks familiar. I open the window sightly to talk to him. “let me in” he says sternly. “I don’t even know who you are..!”

I say trying to back away from him. He lunges forward, opening my window jumping inside and pinning me against the wall, holding me captive. His fingers wrap around my throat. I pull at his hand desperately trying to get it loose, tears welling up in my eyes. “Please don’t kill me” I choke out “I just want to talk.” he sighs, letting go of me. “What do you want to talk about?” I ask as I wipe my face dry. “You tell me” he says, sitting next to me on the bed. “Who are you?” I ask once again. “Chan, I work with you. but that doesn’t matter right now. i love you.” he whispers. I start to panic and push myself back against the wall. “Why.. why are you doing this?” I say, starting to sob. He reaches forward, grabbing my chin gently forcing me to look directly into his face. “No. You don’t get to run away this time.” he replies.

“how did you not notice all the times I sneaked into your house and stole your underwear?” Chan scoofs. I try to ignore him but his presence is making me uncomfortable. “Stop staring at me. Please” I beg. He grabs my neck forcing me to make eye contact with him. “i’ve waited long enough” he says softly, caressing my face. “you’re mine, don’t you dare try to escape.” he breathes. Before I can reply, his lips crash down on mine, forcing our lips together. “Don’t you want to be mine?” he growls into my mouth, kissing me harder. My hands reach behind him and grab ahold of his hair, gripping it tightly and tugging on it. He releases his grip on my neck to grab hold of my wrists, tying them up above my head. “please… stop..” I moan trying to move him off of me. His lips leave mine, letting me breathe.

“stop trying to fight me” he growls lowly in my ear. “i love you.” he whispers again, kissing my cheek. “You need to understand that you are my everything. You are my only reason to live.” he breathes again in my ear. My eyes widen in fear, tears threatening to spill over. “I don’t understand” I croak out. His grip tightens around my wrists, causing me to gasp in pain. “you’re my only hope, darling. You have always been my only hope.” he whispers again, his voice filled with a hint of venom.

His mouth travels down to my chest, lifting up my shirt and bra revealing my breasts, he sucks hard on my nipples making me shudder, still fairly uncomfortable but wanting to please this strange man. “Tell me what you want” he pants out as he continues to suckle on my tits. I nod my head slowly, unable to speak. “Say it” he demands, his lips leaving my breasts. “I want you” I blurt out, wanting to please him with my answer, still a big scared. His eyes darken in fury, looking straight at me.

“Good girl. I won’t hurt you.” he breathes, his eyes never leavuping mine as his fingers unzip his jeans. I whimper when he starts to rub himself against me, my eyes widening at what he’s doing. I push his boxers down his thighs; revealing his rock hard dick. He smirks at me, thrusting against me in an attempt to gain some pleasure. I gulp nervously and try to keep my cool while he does this, not wanting him to catch on that I’m terrified of him.

“Do you like the feel of my dick touching you? does it make you wet?” Chan growls. “no… no more ive changed my mind” I whimper, trying to squirm away but he keeps me pinned down underneath him. He tugs my panties and jeans off pushes himself inside of me roughly. “ow..” I groan. He holds me down by pressing his legs against either side of my hips, preventing me from moving. I start crying, feeling vulnerable and trapped under him.

“I’m sorry” he mumbles. “I just want to enjoy this moment with you.” he says, running his hand through my hair. “I love you. ” he whispers softly as he slams deeper and deeper into me, hitting every single space possible inside my pussy. “be mine please y/n.” Chan says As he releases himself inside of me.

[agathaswoman]

Blood or Loyalty

Pairing — Rhaenyra Targaryen x Queensguard Fem!Reader and Alicent Hightower x Kingsguard Fem!Reader's Twin

Word Count — 1,254

Request — Yes or No

Hi how have you been 

I have a story that I think will be interesting if you don’t mind writing it 

so if have watched the latest episode of HOD then you know the twin ser arryk was sent to pretend to be his brother ser errik so he can murder the queen but in the fanfic idea I have the reader has a twin who stayed back in kings landing with the greens because she’s in love with Alicent, but aegon sends the reader’s twin to dragon stone to pretend to be the reader and kill rhaenyra and you can decide how it ends 

Does she die  or does she catch on

Summary — Having to face your twin with your sword pointing at her and vice versa. Will your moral and loyalty for the rightful heir Queen Rhaenya will falter while trying to stop your beloved twin from harming the Queen?

Warnings — violence, anxiety attack, and breaking down

A/N — hi, yes, im back after years of hiatus T_T and im here again because of House of the Dragon omg i just love this series so much and tbh i still haven't watched any episodes on season 2 since im still waiting for it to finish hehe BUT i've seen some clips so i have bit of an idea  about the request. what team are y'all on? im team black since day 1 !!!

please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. i do not own any of the characters.

It is currently a slow night for you as you are patrolling the castle grounds, clad in your full armor while clutching the hilt of your sword that you named, ‘Porphura Hexen.’ Whereas ‘Porphura’ means purple, which is associated with “nobility, power, and ambition” while ‘Hexen’ comes from how people make rumors about you practicing witchcraft because of the unexplainable deaths of the men that tried to win your heart, where it's a guarantee that they will meet their demise. It's either they die on battlefields, catch a sickness that does not have a cure, or even how the family of those men slowly lose their riches and connections.

You were looking over the castle's embrasure when you heard unusual heavy footsteps that you hadn't heard ever since Queen Rhaenyra made you her Queensguard. You quickly unsheathed ‘Porphura Hexen’ as you stealthily followed the noise, you immediately quickened your pace when you heard Queen Rhaenyra's soft voice saying your name. You immediately barged into her room, and there, you saw your twin sister clutching her sword tightly and pointing its tip toward the Queen.

“Sestra!” You called your twin in your native language.

Without hesitation, you charged forward with your sword to attack your twin to take her attention off the Queen. She instantly turned your way and blocked your attack.

“What are you doing, sestra?!” You shouted at her trying to put some sense in her head.

“King's order! This is the King's order!” She shouted back at you as she was trying to prevent your sword from getting close to her neck.

“King's order, my arse! Stop this madness now! Are you out of your mind for trying to harm the rightful heir of the Iron Throne?!” You screamed at her as you put your strength on your legs so you could stand your ground and let the Queen run out of the room.

“My Queen! Go! Leave the room!” You said as you pushed your sister's body far from the Queen's way with the help of the force from your legs.

You heard your sister's body crash on a shelf which made the books fall on top of her head. So, you immediately went to your Queen's side and helped her up so she could escape the room along with the servant who got involved in the mess.

“Go, My Queen. I'll handle this,” when Rhaenyra was about to run along with the servant next to her, you reached for her wrist and gave her your dagger, quietly exchanging silent stares, “Take this. Be careful…my Queen.” 

You didn't wait for Rhaenyra's response as you immediately dodged an attack from your twin when she aggressively swung her sword at you.

“Go! Alert the guards!” You felt guilty for trying to order the Queen but it will always be your mission to guarantee the Queen's safety, no matter what.

Once you were sure that the Queen had a safe distance from your twin, you gave all your focus towards her and only deflected her attacks to you.

After a minute of only deflecting your twin's attacks, she cornered you into a corner with her blade's tip pointing at your neck, “Sestra…we should be in this together. You and I, just like the old times. We're born together, aren't we?” she tried to convince you.

“This isn’t just about the King's order…isn't it?” You asked, staring right into her eyes. Ever since the both of you are young gals, she can never hide the way her eyes falter when it is faced with your own piercing eyes.

She avoided your gaze, “It's about the Queen Dowager, ain't it?” She remained silent, only her shaky breaths indicated that your guess was right. “She's only using you, sestra!”

“My affairs with the Queen Dowager aren't and shouldn't be any of your concern,” she raised her voice a little bit when you spoke the truth.

“Not my concern? Have you gone mad?!” You looked at her with anger, not seeing the person in front of you as your twin sister anymore. You scoffed while frowning at her, “Just like the old times, huh? We took an oath! A vow, sestra! We are to fulfill our sacred duty To protect and serve the realm! Where have your honor and morals gone to, huh? They usurped Queen Rhaenyra's throne! The rightful heir!”

You sighed, leaned your head on the wall behind you, “Sestra…” Your twin whispered as she slowly lowered her blade pointing at your neck. 

You looked straight into her eyes, “We were born together, weren't we?” You said as you swiftly plunged your extra dagger into your twin's stomach, “You parted us…you forgot your oath, our vow, sestra.”

You watched her fall on her knees with blood coming out of her mouth and eyes going dull in seconds, “But I still love you, sestra.”

A thud was heard when your twin's body completely fell on the floor, her eyes looking at you with a lone tear streaming down to her cheek and the stone-cold floor.

You fell on your knees as you stared at her cold dead body. You heard multiple footsteps entering the room but you only focused on your twin's form as you slowly closed her lifeless eyes.

You took a deep sigh as you stood up with a grunt whilst picking up your sword. You faced the small council that gathered in the room with only their sleeping garments, “The assassinator of the Queen that was sent by The Greens has been exterminated.” You reported to them.

You swallowed deeply when you felt the urge to sob, but not here. Not in front of them. As the small council kept on discussing the event that happened, Rhaenyra only stared at you. She saw how your hands were quivering while trying to calm them by gripping your sword's hilt.

Rhaenyra cleared her throat, and the small council immediately turned silent, “Ser Y/N, you're dismissed. You've done enough for the day.”

You immediately turned your head at the Queen, “But, My Queen. With all due respect, as your Queensguard, it is my dut–”

“I am fully aware of what your duty is, Ser Y/N” Rhaenyra took a deep breath, “As my Queensguard, I need you on your best. So, please, take a rest. At least, just for a while.”

“We will still need you, Ser Y/N,” Rhaenys, Ser Corlys's wife, added.

Ser Alfred approaches you and pats your shoulder, “I'll take care of the things here myself. Now, in the meantime, take a rest.”

You sighed as most of the votes were against you staying around the small council. So, you dismissed yourself and went straight ahead to your room.

As you entered your room, you carefully took off your silver armor on your body and placed it neatly on its storage. You took your bloodied dagger as you sat on the edge of your bed.

The moment you sat on your bed, your twin’s voice rang inside your head, “Sestra, you…a-are always the better between the both of us. K-Keep believing y-yourself…and keep p-protecting the Q-Queen…Rhaenyra. I love you…” Your twin sister breathed her last breath after saying her last words.

You sighed deeply as you stood up and took a damp cloth to clean your dagger. As you are cleaning your sharp dagger, you feel your tears falling onto your hands. Soft sobs rang inside your room as you broke down behind closed doors, missing your twin's presence more than ever.

[beatrixacs]

CRASH MY LIPS ON YOU (rated E)

Chapter 3/3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48162862/chapters/122267395

As Gu Seung Jun and Seo Dan share a loving kiss on the bridge (Episode 14), he reveals to her that it’s actually not their first kiss. Dan just doesn’t remember because she was too drunk on both occasions.

Short Canonverse Fix-it AU. Guaranteed Happy Ending.

[beri-allen]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

i also received the same ask from @wileyonce, @writerrose1998 & @chaoticstupiddm on my main + @therulerofallpotatos, so thank you lady, wiley, rose, and trashy + kira! i think my favorite 5 are (from newest to oldest):

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (Wednesday) 5 times Wednesday tells Tyler a Story + 1 time she doesn't, or the Wednesday x Tyler "1001 Nights" AU. It's the longest one-shot I've written so far, and I think people who have read it (although there aren't plenty of them lol) really enjoyed it (at least i think they did?), so I'm glad.

I Put a Spell on You (Wednesday) aka the Wednesday x Tyler "Practical Magic" AU. It's the first AU I've ever written! And the longest fic I've done so far.

I Predict a Riot (Wednesday) While I wrote 2-chaptered fics before this one, I see this as my first multi-chapter fic, so I'm pretty proud of it.

I Carried You for Aching (Crash Landing on You) A character study on Seo Dan and a fix-it fic because I was in denial about Gu Seung-jun's death in canon. Like I said in the tags, the writer can suck my (non-existent) dick!

Wish I Were Here (Please Come Back Mister) I chose this one because there are only 3 fics on ao3 for this drama, and mine is the 1st one! That's how unpopular this drama is lmao. But for some reason, I'd still get kudos years after this fic came out in 2016, and the latest comment I got was from February 2023! It always makes me happy whenever I get a notification email regarding this fic.

[novaursa]

To Hold A Kingdom

- Summary: Aegon keeps his promise and marries only you.

- Paring: sister!reader/Aegon I Targaryen

- Note: This is alternative version of The Broken Crown where Aegon only marries the reader.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @fiction-fanfic-reader @fireandblood-mharmie @poisonedsultana @sunset18rose

The waves crash against the shores of Dragonstone, the salty air whipping through the halls of the dark stone keep where you spent your childhood. The sea's endless rhythm has always been a constant in your life, a backdrop to the shifting landscape of dreams and whispered secrets. You are no more than a child, with wild hair and wide eyes, running through the ancient halls with your sisters, Rhaenys and Visenya. And Aegon. Always Aegon, just a few paces behind, watching over you with a gaze that holds more weight than you can yet understand.

It’s a quiet morning when you run into the great hall, a gleeful shriek escaping your lips. You’ve stolen one of Rhaenys’ ribbons, taunting her with the fluttering crimson strip that trails behind you. Aegon watches from the shadows, leaning against a cold pillar, his arms folded over his chest as he tracks your every movement. You are fast, too quick for Rhaenys to catch, but you lose your footing on the slick stones. A laugh bubbles from your lips as you tumble, landing in a heap of skirts and tangled hair.

Aegon is there before you can even try to get up, his expression halfway between exasperation and a soft amusement that he only ever shows to you. He extends a hand, and you take it without a second thought, trusting him with an innocence that comes naturally to you both.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you keep this up,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm. There is a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes are serious.

You grin up at him, unbothered by his caution. “I’m not afraid, Aegon. Not of falling.”

He holds your hand a moment longer than he should, his thumb brushing over your knuckles before he releases you. He glances over to where Visenya stands, her face impassive as she watches, but Rhaenys is still pouting over her lost ribbon. They are your sisters, his sisters, and yet... Aegon feels something shift in his chest whenever you look at him. It is a feeling he cannot quite name, not yet, but it thrums in the space between his ribs like the beating of dragon wings.

As the years pass, Aegon grows taller, his shoulders broadening, his gaze sharper. He spends more time with the maesters, learning of the histories and the old Valyrian scrolls, while you and your sisters dance in the shadow of dragons, whispering your dreams to the wind. But even as he studies and learns, his thoughts often drift back to you—his wild little sister, with your laughter that rings like a bell through the corridors of Dragonstone.

He tells himself that it’s his duty to protect you, that it’s only natural for a brother to be concerned for his sister. But somewhere, deep within the dark corners of his mind, Aegon knows the truth. He has known it since that first time he caught you when you fell, since the first time he saw the way your smile lit up your entire face.

He watches Visenya with her stern grace, her calculating eyes that seem to see through him. He watches Rhaenys, with her joy and her beauty that draws everyone to her like moths to a flame. He loves them both, in his own way, but he knows that his future does not lie with either of them. Aegon is a conqueror in his heart, a man destined to shape the world beneath the weight of his own ambition, but he cannot imagine a world without you at his side.

One night, when the sky is clear and the stars shine bright over the Blackwater Bay, Aegon finds you perched on a ledge overlooking the sea. The wind tangles your hair, and the moonlight catches in your eyes, turning them silver. You look over your shoulder as he approaches, offering him a smile that makes his chest ache in ways he does not understand. He sits beside you, the two of you staring out at the dark waves that seem to stretch on forever.

“Aegon,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the roar of the sea. “What do you think our future will be like?”

He glances at you, his brows drawing together in a frown. For a moment, he thinks of the words he should say—the ones about duty, about conquest, about the responsibilities that will one day fall on his shoulders. But when he looks at you, he cannot bring himself to speak them. Instead, he says something he has never dared voice before.

“I think,” he begins slowly, the words sticking in his throat, “that I will marry you one day.”

You blink, taken aback, but there is a flicker of something in your eyes—a spark of understanding, of hope. You do not laugh or dismiss his words. Instead, you tilt your head, studying him with that same curiosity you’ve always had. “Why me?” you ask softly.

He hesitates, grappling with feelings he has not yet put into words. But he knows, even then, that this is not a choice. It is something as inevitable as the turning of the tide, as natural as the fire that burns in a dragon’s belly. “Because you make me feel like I’m more than just my crown. Like I’m just... Aegon.”

You reach out and take his hand, your small fingers curling around his. “Then I hope you never forget that, Aegon.”

In that moment, something settles in his heart—a certainty that has eluded him until now. He does not know what the future will bring, whether fire and blood or peace and prosperity. But he knows this: you will be there, with your laughter and your wild spirit, and he will do whatever it takes to keep you by his side.

Aegon looks at you, and the realization settles deep within him, as undeniable as the fire that courses through his veins. He has always known that he would marry you, even before he understood what it meant. He has known it since the days when you ran through Dragonstone’s halls with ribbons streaming behind you, when your hand slipped into his without a moment's hesitation. And he knows that when the time comes, he will bend the world to his will to make that future a reality.

Because Aegon Targaryen is a conqueror—but you are the one thing he will never have to conquer. You are the one who chose him first, and he will choose you, over and over, until the end of his days.

The halls of Dragonstone are alive with the echoes of celebration, the distant cheers of soldiers and the crackling of fires as banners of each kingdom taken fall before the newly forged Targaryen sigil—two heads of a dragon, united in their ferocity. It has been years since Aegon and you were children racing through these halls, but tonight, the shadows of your shared past linger in every corner.

You stand at the window of your chambers, looking out across the sea. The moonlight bathes you in a silver glow, catching in the folds of your gown—black and red, the colors of your house. The gown is unlike anything you’ve worn before, adorned with intricate stitching that forms the shapes of dragons soaring along the hem. It is a garment meant for a queen, and tonight, it is yours.

Footsteps sound behind you, a familiar rhythm that you have always known, and you turn to see Aegon in the doorway. He is clad in black armor, a crimson cloak fastened at his shoulders, and a crown rests atop his silver hair—the Conqueror, the first King of Westeros. But in this moment, there is something in his expression that reminds you of the boy he once was—the one who caught you when you fell, who whispered his promise beneath the stars.

He crosses the room to stand before you, his gaze never leaving yours. He lifts a hand to your face, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is warm, calloused from years of battle, but gentle. “The kingdom is mine now,” he says softly, his voice carrying the weight of all he has endured, all he has fought for. “But it means nothing without you.”

You search his eyes, finding the fire that has always burned there, the unyielding determination that carried him through the fires of war and conquest. But tonight, there is something else—something softer, reserved only for you. You lift your hand to cover his, your fingers trembling slightly as you hold him close. “You kept your promise,” you whisper, and there is a tremor in your voice that you cannot hide. “After all these years.”

He smiles then, a rare, unguarded expression that softens the hard lines of his face. “I told you I would, Y/N. I always knew I would make you my queen.”

He takes your hand, leading you through the corridors of Dragonstone. It is the same path you ran as children, but tonight, every step feels different—heavier with the weight of what is to come. When you reach the great hall, the chamber is filled with banners bearing the two-headed dragon, their red and black threads glinting in the firelight.

The room is empty, save for a few of the most loyal of Aegon’s retainers, those who have followed him through the fires of conquest. Your sisters are not here—Visenya is gone to her own thoughts, and Rhaenys lies in her grave, fallen in the battle for the Stormlands. There is a sharp pang in your heart at their absence, but tonight, you let it fade into the shadows, focusing only on Aegon, standing before you.

The ceremony is simple, as he had promised it would be. Aegon holds a sword in his hand—Blackfyre, the blade that forged his empire. He raises it between you, and with a steady hand, he draws the edge across his palm. Blood wells up, glistening in the torchlight, and he offers his hand to you, his eyes never wavering.

“With this blood, I bind myself to you,” Aegon says, his voice rough with emotion. “As king, as husband, as your protector. I have taken a kingdom, but I give my heart to you.”

You step forward, your own hand trembling as you draw a small dagger across your palm. The pain is sharp, but you do not flinch. You press your bloodied hand to his, feeling the warmth of his skin, the strength in his grip. “With this blood, I bind myself to you,” you repeat, your voice firm despite the whirlwind of emotions in your chest. “As queen, as wife, as your equal. I give you all that I am, Aegon.”

For a moment, there is only the sound of your breath mingling with his, the steady beat of your hearts, and the distant roar of the sea. Then, Aegon releases your hand, lifting the crown from his head. He places it on your brow, the weight of the steel settling against your temples. It is cool, heavy, but you stand tall beneath it, meeting his gaze with a steadiness that you have gained through years of hardship and loss.

Aegon’s eyes shine with a fierce pride as he looks at you, his queen. He takes your face in his hands, lowering his forehead to rest against yours. “You are mine, and I am yours,” he murmurs, his voice barely a breath between you. “Now and forever.”

You close your eyes, letting the truth of his words wash over you, grounding you in this moment. When you open them again, you find his gaze filled with something raw, vulnerable. He leans closer, and his lips brush yours—a kiss that is a promise, a vow, a sealing of the bond that has tied you together since you were children.

As the kiss deepens, you feel the shift in him—the conqueror giving way to the man beneath, the one who has always seen you not as a prize, but as the missing piece of his own fractured heart. He pulls back, just enough to meet your eyes again, and you see the hint of a smile on his lips, softened by the shadows that dance across the hall.

And so, Aegon the Conqueror stands beside his queen, his equal. You hold his hand tightly, the warmth of his blood mingling with yours, and for the first time in years, you feel the weight of the world lift from your shoulders. Aegon may have won the Seven Kingdoms with fire and blood, but in this quiet moment, you both know that what he holds now is far more precious—a future shaped not by conquest, but by a promise kept between the two of you.

[mouseunnie]

I mean honestly, all those days living alone together in that big house before the boys show up? There was definitely some hanky panky going on. With a man that hot? Please.

mentally i'm here

[daenerysaizie]

𐔌 . ⋮ REALM’S DELIGHT .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

MK1 x Targaryen!Reader

Note:

Game of Thrones concept included in MK 1. Even though, Game of Thrones is kanonically a show in the MK world (shown in the DLC), in this fanfic it’s not lol. Also, I will be changing plots and details for the both. Will get confusing as I’m not an experienced writer and yes :3 OH! You’re also basically Daenarys, sharing the look of classic Valyrian (only hair and eye color) and characteristics. If you don’t know anything about Game of Thrones, don’t worry I will explain it in the fic? But do realize it’s heavily rewritten so it’s not the same as the kanon one. Heavily inspired by “Kombat Hearts” by @ilykirara and “New Era” by @atlasofthestaars . I love this two fics so so much<3 female reader? But read however you like.

Edit: changed the story lil bit to fit the flow🩷

Chapter 1 — Everytime a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin.

In the year 283 AC (After Conquest) on Dragonstone, Westeros, a storm raged, with fierce winds and crashing waves echoing the pain that consumed Queen Rhaella. She lay in labor, her face pale and drawn, haunted by fear—fear of soon losing a husband to his madness and sons to a brutal world. Yet, she clung to her strength, whispering, “This child is of House Targaryen,” as though breathing life into the fire in her womb.

At the storm’s peak, the child was born—a girl with silvery hair and eyes like amethysts. Rhaella looked upon her newborn daughter with a bittersweet smile. Her breaths grew shallow, each one softer than the last, yet her gaze held firm. She would not yield to death, not yet. Her lips parted, and with a fragile voice, she spoke her child’s name—a final act of love and defiance.

—

They called you Stormborn. The youngest child of King Aerys, princess of Dragonstone—a darling of the fortress that rose dark and forbidding from the rocky, windswept island, surrounded by an endless sea. In your early years, you grew up there, often found by the beach, close to the waves, with sand in your hair and the scent of salt in your nose. You loved the sea; it made you feel free. The cold, unyielding stones of Dragonstone comforted you, and to your young eyes, this was home. Warm and protective.

You were never alone. Upon your mother’s death, the King, your father, appointed guards and servants to remain by your side at all times, just as he had for Viserys, your elder brother. Before you or Viserys, Queen Rhaella had suffered multiple miscarriages and stillbirths. This led the King, who was starting show signs of insanity, to suspect her, and he sent her away to Dragonstone from King’s Landing. He would visit her only after executing someone by fire.

Raised on the island, you knew little of the world beyond—King’s Landing, the Seven Kingdoms, or even your eldest brother, Rhaegar, whom you met only twice. You have met your father supposedly just once, when you were a babe. Viserys was your only guide, the voice that taught and reassured you. Sharing quite the big of age gap, he knew beyond the misty, cold walls.

When conditions grew too dangerous, you were too young to understand why you had to leave.

“Brother, please come with me. I’m scared,” you whispered, clinging to him. Viserys held you tightly. “I must stay. I am the Prince of Dragonstone, It is right for me to stay,” he replied, pressing a small bag into your hands. “Sister, I promise I’ll bring you back home. Protect this at all costs. It is the crown of King Jaehaerys I.” You clutched the bag close, nodding.

A man with clad in blue took your small hand and led you away from the only home you’d known to a place far, far away. Clutching the bag with the crown, you looked back at your brother for a final look. The maids and servants who had raised you weeped as they watched you leave.

In time, you would soon forget the feel of home and the memories it bore, but never the promise your brother made or the vow you’d taken to guard the crown.

—

You stayed at a placed called the Lin Kuei when you fled from home. The Lin Kuei's former Grandmaster knew your father personally. How? You didn't know. All you knew was that the Grandmaster was kind enough to lend a hand to your father and save his only daughter. "Do you know why you are here, little dragon?" He bent down to your toddler body. You gripped the golden crown to your chest. "Home is dangerous." you replied as you looked at the Grandmaster. He had the face of a strict man, but deep in his eyes, you could see honor and kindness burn. He hummed as he nodded, "You will be safe here." he told you as he put his hand on your head. And you were, for years.

Obviously, being in the clan, you were destined to meet the three sons he had. You became close to the youngest one, Tomas. He bore almost the same burdens as you and understood your pains and discomfort. Eventually, you got close to Kuai Liang too. He took care of you and guarded you away from the clan's considerably cruel side. However, as for Bi-Han, you never got the chance to get close. He was heir to his clan, making him busier than his brothers. To your memory, he was cold and strict, stricter than his father. The only vivid memory you have of him is him asking you how your hair and eye color were so... different. You could not give him an answer that satisfied his curiosity.

As you got older, when you showed the sign of maturity in body and mind, you were sent away once again. Somewhere much safer and peaceful. According to the former Grandmaster, the clan was not made for you; you were meant to live a life that was peaceful, not a life to become a skilled warrior. Thus, Madam Bo, a former Lin Kuei warrior, took you to the village where she resided. You would keep contact in with the Lin Kuei brothers through letters. Though, the last letter you got from was a year ago now.

You lived with Madam Bo for many years now. She taught you everything you needed to know, from tough love to combat (for self defense). You remember the moment she brought you to Fengjian as clear as day. The night was as silent as death when she brought you to this quaint village. Her horse's gallops echoed through the stillness, bringing little bit of life to the sleeping village. She had you firmly seated in front of her on her horse, your hair skillfully concealed beneath her deep purple scarf. Madam Bo took great care to inform you of the local norms and the dos and the don’ts. She explained that your unique features, which were considered royal in Westeros and the Essos, would seem different and will be only met with curiosity. You were also strongly advised to not speak of your old home or family name.

Through Madam Bo, you were able to meet Kung Lao and Raiden. "Thick-skulled boys," she would call them. Growing up, the three of you sparred, trained, and played together. Being homeschooled, Raiden and Kung Lao were diligent in ensuring that you didn't miss out on any fun experiences. After grueling training sessions, the males took turns to take you out for treats. In return, you helped them with various tasks around the farm. This included harvesting the freshly grown vegetables, a labor of gratitude from you. They were also vigilant in ensuring that no boys with ‘ill intentions’ ever bothered you with courting or whatever. Whenever you insisted you could handle yourself, they would respond with a confident "I know," followed by a statement that they knew even better because they were males. In retort, you would often ask, "In that case, should I be cautious of you two as well?" to which they would simply shut down.

—

It was early in the morning, 5 AM to be exact, as you sat on your bed staring at the golden crown in your hands. It was the last thing you had that represented your family's existence and was evidence of your royal heritage. The crown had a large sigil of a three-headed dragon at its center, while seven smaller gems of different colors decorated the rest. You had the same dream again. At this point, you could recall every detail.

"BURN THEM ALL! BURN THEM ALL!" A hoarse, old voice boomed through the room. An old man with a long white beard and crazed eyes yelled, ordering his pyromancers (who used some kind of chemicals to start major fires) while he sat on the Iron Throne, a seat made from thousands of swords. The pyromancers hesitated. It was your father who sat on the throne, though you didn’t know it was him; his unmistakable Valyrian looks—white hair and purple eyes—gave it away. He continued to yell until one of his guards, a golden-haired man with blurry face, drew his sword, stabbed him in the back, and slit his throat. The golden-haired guard watched your crazed father bleed to death as he sat on his throne, yet your father still whispered the same thing as he bled on the floor: "Burn them all."

You ponder if the dream was a real event or not. After all, you were never there to witness this event, and you were extremely young when you fled from home. Plus, you had no memory of ever meeting your father or what he looked like. What if it was a cruel joke your mind played?

"No use thinking about it," you whisper to yourself as you put away the crown into your nightstand's drawer. With one swift move, you get up to get ready for the day. After all, you had so much to do. You start your morning routine and change from your nightgown into more proper clothes for the day.

—

The day went by rather quickly. From getting fresh vegetables and produce early in the morning to serving customers until closing time, the day went smoothly. Almost too smoothly. You sigh and hum as you watch your two friends put away food like vacuums, with Kung Lao doing most of the work as usual. It was amusing - how did his stomach not burst? It was superhuman, you swore. Soon, you saw Madam Bo approach the two with a massive bill in her hand. Poor Raiden and his wallet.

Despite closing hours arriving, a few drunken uncles from the village stayed behind. One made a mess on the bottom floor, which you had to clean up. You mopped the floor as the drunken man apologized. "Ahhhh, I'm sorry! Here, here, have this," he slurred his words as he handed you an unopened bottle of beer. You shook your head and refused his token of apology. You chuckled inwardly as you washed away the mess from the floor.

Suddenly, Madam Bo came down to the bottom floor and crashed into the table, breaking it. She was unconscious. "Madam Bo?!" you exclaimed in horror. The drunken uncles behind you seemed to sober up and stare. You looked up to see the culprit with wide eyes.

The man with very familiar hair jumped down to the floor, landing next to Madam Bo's unconscious body. He wore mask that covered his face. Your chest tightened as fear clouded your mind for her. You tried running towards her as the previously drunken guy, now sober from the shock, grabbed your wrist. "Are you crazy!? He's going to kill you!" he whispered as he tugged you, preparing to run. "Go" you whispered back to him. The once-drunken guy thought for a moment and let your wrist go when he saw your determined face. He dashed out of the place with a few other people. You still gripped the mop in your hand as the man approached you. He had grey hair that reminded you of Tomas from your childhood. Was it truly him? You hadn't seen the man for years!

"Surrender to the Lin Kuei! Or end up like her," he replied as he prepared his karambit, aiming it at you. It is him! Is this what the Lin Kuei does now? you thought anxiously. "I thought the Lin Kuei protected people from harm. I never thought you would stoop this low," you spoke calmly, with a hidden wobble in your voice. How could your childhood friend do this?

Kung Lao and Raiden shout your name from the floor above after taking out the other members of the clan. They try to go down to help you, but Bi-Han and Kuai Liang stop them in their tracks. "You interfere with Lin Kuei business. Leave, or face our wrath!" Bi-Han warns as he dramatically stands on the rooftop. Kuai Liang approaches the two with his weapon from behind, swinging it in the air. "Abandon Madam Bo and her? Not happening," Kung Lao replies. After his reply, Bi-Han launches himself at Raiden while Kuai Liang grabs Kung Lao, pulling him towards himself as he yells ferociously, "Get over here!"

Tomas slowly approaches you with his karambit, closing the distance between you two, as if he were a hunter and you were his prey. You contemplate your actions as you grip the mop tighter until your knuckles turn white. When the gap closes, he swings his karambit at you. You dodge his attack and use the tip of the mop to strike his stomach multiple times before hitting him hard on the head with the mop's end. He falls down. "No, it can't be that easy," you think to yourself as you look at his ‘unconscious’ body. Emotions surge through you the more you look at him, unsure how to feel, but you take the result for granted, leaving the mop near his head and running towards Madam Bo.

The noises around you seem to blur as you barely breathe. You gently turn her body to see her, and your hands shakily brush her face to sweep away the strands of her hair. "Madam Bo?" you whisper with great worry and fear. Soon enough, Kung Lao and Raiden come running down to you. They ask about your condition first before turning to Madam Bo. "Oh no. Is she—" Kung Lao is cut off when Madam Bo suddenly opens her eyes and looks at you three. "Dead? Not yet." You three can hear the playfulness in her voice as she stands up. You and Raiden are quick to help her, but she brushes away your hands as she swiftly lights up her cigarette. "Madam Bo, how are you—" Kung Lao gets interrupted again. Raiden points at the stairs, "Guys!"

"So, Madam Bo, are they ready?" A man comes down as he takes his hood off, revealing his glowing eyes and chiseled face that bears a small, proud smile. You notice it's the same man who caught your attention earlier today. Madam Bo was fondly standing at his table as she served him tea. You anxiously fidget with the ring on your middle finger. Raiden notices your fidgeting and gently takes your hand, holding it firmly with care.

Madam Bo stands in front as if to present you three. "These two are a bit thick in the head, perhaps... But they are ready," she says, referring to Raiden and Kung Lao. "However, I did not think my child would be included in the exam," she chuckles as she glances at you.

"His eyes are glowing," Raiden blurts out to Kung Lao, who is on his right side with you on his left, still holding your hand.

"I am Lord Liu Kang, God of Fire and Protector of Earthrealm," the man with glowing eyes introduces himself as he connects his hands together and folds his arms. In response, you gently let go of Raiden's hand to bow to the god. "God? Earthrealm?" Kung Lao asks with curiosity as Raiden observes the god, silently mourning the loss of contact with your hand.

"Madam Bo has been preparing you for this moment since you were boys. Today you have proven worthy of joining my champions," he explains further.

"This fight was a test?" Raiden asks. The god smiles and nods, "Of your ability and character, yes. Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas," he calls out to the Lin Kuei members. Bi-Han and Kuai Liang come down the stairs while Tomas, who was already on the same floor, stands up and positions himself behind the god.

"So these three aren't thugs?" Kung Lao asks suspiciously, eyeing them. You can only send an apologetic look to Tomas, who returns it with soft eyes.

"The Lin Kuei is a centuries-old clan dedicated to Earthrealm's defense," the god explains.

"You keep saying Earthrealm. Don't you mean Earth?" Raiden asks, confused. Madam Bo chuckles as you smile. You already possessed a little information of this topic. "You boys have so much to learn," she says.

"Earth is only part of Earthrealm. Earthrealm itself is one of many realms. Together they comprise the whole of the universe," the god explains, gesturing with his hands. "The realms can be fierce, bitter rivals. That's why we need champions to defend ours," Madam Bo adds. "The time draws near for the grand martial arts tournament between Earthrealm and the realm of Outworld. Held once each century, it allows each realm to demonstrate its strength. While our realms are at peace, there are Outworlders who would prefer us to be at war. Our victory in the tournament will... temper their zeal," the god concludes.

Madam Bo turns to the boys and partially to you, "I've taught you everything I can. You must finish your training with Lord Liu Kang," she informs them.

"More training? These three couldn't defeat us," Kung Lao asks skeptically. At his remark, Bi-Han scoffs audibly, which makes Madam Bo chuckle along with him.

"They were pulling their punches," she explains. You nod at her words as you remember the Lin Kuei being so formidable and strong. "Had we not held back, you would not have survived," Bi-Han says proudly and threateningly, stepping forward slightly. Lord Liu Kang blocks his way and interrupts him. "Come. The monks at the Wu Shi Academy await to continue your tutelage." The god offers the choice, which Kung Lao accepts without hesitation.

"And you, Raiden?" the god asks. Raiden hesitates, "Leave Fengjian? I'm needed here," he replies. Madam Bo steps in, "Earthrealm needs you, Raiden. You'll best serve the village by being one of its champions," she assures him. After considering for a moment, Raiden agrees to the god's offer with a simple "I understand."

"How about you? You have proven yourself to be worthy as well," the god turns to you as he utters your name. You, who had been silent the whole time, gape at his question. You point towards yourself, "Me?" you ask, to confirm. Madam Bo chuckles. "Come on! You heard the god. The three of us could train together like we always did!" Kung Lao says as he steps forward towards you as Raiden nods in agreement. You were unsure. "But I do not fight well and I cannot leave Madam Bo." you answer bluntly. At your words, Madam Bo chuckles as she pushes you towards the god by your waist. "Forgive me, Lord Liu Kang. As you can see, she is timid, obedient, and so humble. But she has the spirit of the dragon." she says. The god and everyone else only looks at you and awaits your answer. You sigh and nod, which earns a proud smile from Madam Bo.

"Excellent. I will join you soon. First, there are other champions I must gather," the god says.

—

Lord Liu Kang departed the tea house to gather his other champions with Kung Lao and Raiden shortly after him, to prepare for the Wu Shi academy.

The Lin Kuei stayed behind to clean up the aftermath of their physical test, during which you exchanged subtle glances with them. It had been over a decade since you last saw them, and they had transformed from boys into men, now towering above you easily. Their faces had become more defined and chiseled, contrasting the young boys you remembered.

“You dyed your hair.” Tomas remarks as he approaches you. You were setting the chairs upside down on the table to sweep any debris or broken objects. “Ah, I had to” you return his greeting with a warm smile and stand up straight. A moment of silence hangs between you, filled with the unspoken words and nostalgia.

“You and your brothers haven’t written for a year now. Why?” You ask with curiosity. As you ask about the lack of communication from the brothers, Tomas chuckles softly and explains, “Many more new initiates. How about you? You haven’t written to us as well,” He then turns it back on you, wondering why you haven't written either. You answer in a soft voice, your smile revealing a hint of melancholy. "Life hasn't changed much for me," you reply. "I didn't want to bother you or your brother."

Tomas can only hum in response and before you could speak. “We will leave” Bi-Han commands, followed by Kuai Liang, as he walks up to you and Tomas. You immediately bow to them in greeting, and Bi-Han responds with a nod. Kuai Liang, on the other hand, returns your greeting with a slight bow.

"It was lovely seeing you three again," you say, your smile lighting up the conversation. "I hope we'll meet more in the future." There was happiness in your voice as you express this sentiment, despite the awkwardness, it was still refreshing to be in their presence. Kuai Liang responds with a simple, but sincere "I agree." Bi-Han quickly guides his brothers and the members of the clan out of the tea house, after finish repairing.

As the repair work on the tea house concludes, you realize that the only task left is the chore of cleaning. With a sigh, you mentally prepare yourself for the tedious process of scrubbing and tidying up, accepting the fact that it's part of your responsibilities. Madam Bo helped you, as always.