#fic: gold eyes

[nadja-antipaxos]

Gold Eyes

Title:  Gold Eyes

Fandom:  The Mandalorian (2019)

Pairing: Din Djarin x Force Using OFC (Witch of Dathomir)

Summary: Din’s ongoing rivalry with his least favorite bounty hunter becomes something else once the kid enters the picture.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: : canon typical violence, handjob, fingering, PIV sex (protected and unprotected), oral sex (male and female receiving), swearing. kissing

Word Count: 4,972

Author’s Note: @einno-arko​ Happy Holidays! This is your Secret Santa gift. I tried to work in as many tropes as I could: enemies to lovers, the color teal, smut, little bit of angst, and fluff. Enjoy! Thank you to my wife @dailyreverie​ for giving this a beta read before I posted it. Graphic by me. 

AO3

Din isn’t sure how he let this happen. He’s smarter than this. No one ever gets the jump on him. He’s a Mandalorian. But here he is with his foot caught in her snare upside down in a tree. With a precise shot of a small blaster, a net appears and knocks down his bounty by the ankles. He usually offers warm or cold. She never does. Warm. Cold. Maimed. Intact. She brings them in however she wants. He used to think it was because she had no patience but after years of their little rivalry, he knows she doesn’t move until it’s vital. He struggles against his restraints and hisses as it tightens around his foot and starts to swing him back and forth. He goes still as she drags the bounty back to her ship. Din closes his eyes feeling dizzy under his helmet and lets the annoyance simmer into piping-hot hatred. 

Without warning, he’s dropped to the ground. Zalia waltzes over with a blaster rifle perched in between her shoulder blades. Her gold eyes peer down at him as a smirk grows on her mouth. That’s how everyone in the Guild knows her: Gold Eyes. Her dark fringe cuts right above her eyebrows. She has sharp cheekbones, pale skin, and a strong square jaw. No one knows her story. No one knows why a tall, striking human is racking up bounties instead of credits filming holovids. No one trusts her and that’s how she likes it.

“Figured you’d be off planet by now.” Din cuts the fibercord off his boot.

“That’s four to two. By the way.”  Her smirk becomes a full grin. Her accent reminds him of the Armorer but not as stiff. 

“It’s three to two.” He gets to his feet. 

In her boots, they are the same height. She wears bulky black armor with an intricate and loaded weapons belt. A hefty teal cape hangs from her shoulders.

“Clean your visor. You must not be seein’ proper. I  got that Arcona fair and square.” She taps his helmet with her knuckles. 

Din sighs heavily. He had been tracking the Arcona for days. He did all the work. His finger had been on the trigger when she swooped in. Nothing fair about it. She could be kicked out of the Guild for that but he wants to beat her at this game. 

“Gonna give me a ride to my ship?” Din asks.

“No! This doesn’t mean I like you.” Zalia laughs and snaps her helmet on. 

Din lets out a long sigh as irritation courses through his veins. He truly hopes he never sees her again. But the universe is never that kind.

“Mando, look out!”

Din hears Zalia’s words before he sees the giant fist swinging toward his head. He dodges out of the way in time and reaches for his blaster. Before he can fire, Zalia throws a smaller vibroblade at the Houk’s corded neck. It doesn’t cut because the Houk’s body is so tough but it gets his attention. He roars and charges at her but she kicks off the wall of the alley and hops over his shoulder to safety. The Houk growls.  

“I thought Houks didn’t like confrontation.” Din aims his blaster again but Zalia is in the way. He needs to take advantage of this. His attack would be a complete surprise. But he can’t just shoot her too. He may not like her but he isn’t going to kill her…yet.

“I’d say he likes it.” She’s quick on her feet as she avoids his hands. She sees a ledge and feels her rifle still on her back.

Zalia bends her knees to spring onto a ledge but Houk snatches her in his gigantic meaty hand. He tosses her to the ground like a youngling’s toy. Her hands scramble behind her. The rifle is no longer on her back. 

Houk barks out a laugh as he stalks toward her.

“Not so fast now, are ya?”

Her gold eyes widen as she gropes her armor for a weapon. The Houk raises his titanic fist once to rein a crushing blow down on her and snap her helmet in two. She flings her open palm out as if to catch the fist before it makes contact. It’s impossible.

Din strides toward them and raises his right vambrace. He sprays bright fire all over the colossal bounty. The Houk shrieks at the pain. He runs blindly around the alley crashing into walls as he tries to put the flames out. Since the threat is distracted, Din’s gloved hand pulls Zalia to her feet.  She could’ve let the Houk take him out. She didn’t. So, he hands her the blaster rifle.

Without a second’s hesitation, she hits the Houk through his thick skull. He collapses immediately. She stalks over and puts out the flames with her teal cape. Din wonders what it is made of since it doesn’t catch fire. She pulls off her helmet revealing the blonde streaks in her dark hair.

“So, what now?” Din tilts his head.

“We both took him down. 50/50?” Her gold eyes lock onto him.

“Your ship or mine?” Din asks.

“Yours but mine has the tow. Wait here. ” Zalia marches off to her ship. 

Din waits, coming down from the adrenaline when she returns with the tow and a droid.

“No droids.”

“How else are we gonna carry it once we’re in your ship?”

“I’m here. You’re here. Droid goes.”

“Hook it up to the speeder,” Zalia tells the droid before rounding on Din. “Listen, you dim-witted, mismatched piece of chrome. That thing is huge. We are not–”

“Dim-witted? Who just saved your life?”

“After I bloody saved yours.”

They’re chest to chest ready to come to blows. She grips the front of his cape and he grabs for her arm.

“We’re using the fucking droid.”

“Not on my fucking ship.”

“Then I’ll just take the bounty. I’ll–”

“Hey! Are you two gonna clean this up or make out?” A Duros wearing an apron wanders into the alley. “I got a business to run.”

“Make out? We are not–”

“Save it, sister. You and your boyfriend get out of here.”

The droid places the Houk on the tarp and hooks it up to Zalia’s speeder. She huffs and gets on. Din gets on behind her.

“That thing isn’t going on my ship.”

“Shut up the fuck up and listen to your girlfriend, Mando.” She kicks the speeder into gear while the droid follows alongside them. 

“We don’t need your droid. Just help me drag it in.” Din tells her once they get to his Razor Crest. He unhooks the tow and begins dragging it up the ramp. He’s incredibly strong. Zalia picks up the end.

It takes longer than she would’ve liked with a lot more annoyance and grunting but they get the Houk into his carbonite storage. 

“Told you we could do it.” Din sighs placing his hands on his hips.

“What do you want? A blow job?” Zalia scoffs and moves over to the crates. 

Din just stares at her and doesn’t move. Images flood his mind of her on her knees and those big gold eyes looking up at him as she swallows–-

“I wasn’t serious.”

“Why did that Duros think we were a couple?”

“Cause he’s a fucking idiot. I would never touch you.”

“Like I’d let you.” 

“Oh, I think you would. I think since I joked about blowing you it’s all you can think about.” She stalks over to him until his back is against the crate. Her hand touches the armor on his chest and travels down. 

“You said you’d never touch me.”

“I guess we’re both liars.” She stops before she reaches his crotch. 

“Do it.” 

She stops to lick her palm and sees his length twitch. His hiss comes through the modulator as she tucks her hand into his trousers making her smile. 

“Didn’t think you’d be vocal since you’re not much of a talker.” 

“I’m not.”

“Oh?” She circles his tip with her thumb and he gasps. “What’s that then?”

“Fuck off.” He grits his teeth.

“Not very nice to the person stroking your dick.” She flicks her wrist.

“Oh, shit.” He leans his back against the crate. “Do that again.”

“Mmm.” She pulls her hand back and sucks her thumb into her mouth. “Do what?”

Din should’ve known she wasn’t going to play nice.

“Bend over.” He growls. 

“Ooh, he’s angry.” Zalia chuckles. 

“Can’t be mouthy if you’re stuffed full of me.”Din slides an arm around her waist and pulls her back against his chest.

“That a promise?” She looks over her shoulder at him.

“Bend over the crate and find out.”

Zalia slips her cape around her front and hits the release button on the legs of her armor. He never would’ve guessed she had such shapely thighs. The armor is designed for full protection and doesn’t show him much. He reaches out with a gloved hand to squeeze her ass as she bends over.  

“Excuse you.”

He remembers himself and withdraws his hand.

“Spread your legs.”

He’s surprised when she listens and widens her stance. She brushes the hem of her underwear with her thumbs.

“Let me.” His voice is low

She stops moving.

“This okay, Zalia?”

“Yeah. It’ll be better when you stop talking.” She turns her head to shoot him a glare.

Din tugs her underwear down to her ankles. She shivers as her body is exposed to the cool air.  He undoes his pants and shoves them down. He’s fully hard now.  He swipes his hand through her folds and watches how his gloves glisten.

“Gloves off. I don’t know where those have been.” She glares at him.

He removes the gloves and wiggles his bare fingers. She leans back over the crate. He pushes a thick finger inside her. She holds back a gasp. It feels good. His thumb brushes over the bundle of nerves as his finger slowly moves in and out. Maker, he knows what he’s doing. She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her. Even though she’s quiet, Din notices the change in her breathing. It’s shallow now. 

He circles his thumb and adds another finger. She tips forward and braces herself on the crate. 

She bites her lip as the pressure builds to an unstoppable point. Except at that moment, Din removes his fingers and waits. 

Zalia exhales slowly and squeezes her eyes shut. She doesn’t want to give him a reaction. He walks over to the refresher and rolls on a sheath. She hasn’t said a word which seems unlike her.

“You ready?” Din asks.

“Yeah. We gonna do this ‘fore I fall asleep?” She rolls her eyes but he can’t see it. 

He guides himself inside her and lets out a long breath. Fuck, she feels tight. He starts out slow. 

“Fuck me like you mean it.” She hisses. 

“Stop talking.” Din wraps a hand around her throat. He doesn’t squeeze. That’s not the point of this.

“Make me.” She clenches down on him and his hand falls. 

The pace picks up until it’s deliciously brutal. Zalia pushes back against him and they build a steady rhythm. His finger finds that bundle of nerves once more and moves in tight little circles. Electricity trickles up her spine. She doesn’t even care if he leaves marks on her body because it feels so fantastic. A moan escapes her and Din smirks behind his helmet. Before she can explain it away, he pulls out and slams back in. She leans forward on the crate and grips it.

“Shit, Mando.”

He plants a boot on the crate and the change in angle is exactly what she needs. He kisses something devastating inside her and she falls apart in a sudden wave. It takes every bit of strength not to cry out in ecstasy. She’s panting on the crate, limp, while her body flutters around him. His hips push against the back of her thighs until he’s filling the sheath. 

Din sighs and pulls out carefully keeping the sheath closed until he can dispose of it in the refresher. She’s waiting outside to use it when he’s done. 

“Well, you’re not half bad at that.” 

“Likewise.”

“My turn.” She shows him the new sheath in her hand.

She pushes his chest until he’s falling back on his cot. This time, she doesn’t make any comments about the helmet. She’s more focused on getting as many sounds out of him as possible and she does not play fair. Zalia rides him, giving as good as she got. 

Satisfied in more ways than one, she gets off him and goes to the refresher first. Din knows three things. He cannot go again. She’s the best sex he’s ever had. And he’s never telling her that.

“I think I worked up enough of an appetite.” Zalia snaps the legs of her armor back on and walks to the door as he gets out of the refresher. He expected a very short goodbye.

She turns around. 

“You coming along or what?”

Din tilts his head. Zalia rolls her gold eyes. 

“This doesn’t mean I like you.”

“This looks familiar.” Zalia raises her eyebrows. 

Din hangs upside down in the Razor Crest with his arms bound. 

“I heard about your big showdown on Nevarro. You caught a bounty, delivered it, and took it back? Who does that?” She stares at him incredulously. “Did you get a better deal?”

“Zalia, listen. Listen.” Din tries to reason with her. “If you knew, if you–”

“I know we didn’t get on and we just fucked…a lot but I gotta say you really surprised me. You blew up your life for what?” Zalia shakes her head. She’s about to say something else when she feels something. He isn’t alone. 

She hears him shouting at her to stop but she climbs up the ladder. She sees the cockpit and looks around spotting an orb-shaped pod. It’s where the energy is the strongest. With a wave of her hand, she opens the pod. Two giant glassy black eyes stare at her attached to a big green head with long ears. The creature coos at her. It’s a child.

She stretches out her hand and guides the pod into the air. The creature squeals delightedly. It lands in front of her before raising its hands and levitating the blanket. 

“You got some tricks, huh?” She laughs. No wonder she felt a presence. She unzips a compartment on the chest of her jacket and pulls out a piece of jerky. She moves it over to the creature who greedily gobbles it up.

Those big eyes look expectantly at her for more and she smiles. 

“Let’s see. What else do I have?” Zalia unzips another pocket and hands the creature a blue jewel which he wills back to her through the Force.

It becomes a game between the two of them. The jewel isn’t worth many credits. All its value is sentimental.  She gets immersed in the game and doesn’t pay attention to a certain someone clambering up the ladder.

“Zalia, get away from him. ” Din stops in his tracks when he sees the two of them moving the jewel through the air. 

“You’re a him?” Zalia wiggles her eyebrows at the kid who laughs.

“How are you doing that?” Din asks cautiously.

“I’m Dathomiri.” She practically waves Mando off while giving the kid another piece of jerky. “My clan are Daughters of Allaya. We have powers like he does.”

The kid picks up the sphere from the control panel that he loves so much and guides it over to her. Zalia guides it back and it quickly becomes a new game.

“I got offered an obscene amount of credits to bring you in.” Zalia catches the sphere and floats it back to the kid. “But I don’t deal in kids. Especially not ones that are basically kin. But stars, you’re in it deep.”

“What do you mean?”

“His kind were hunted. Why do you think the bounty was so high? Look how bloody shiny you are!” She gestures to the beskar. 

“I don’t know what they wanted with him. Just knew it wasn’t good.” Din sighs.

“The Guild thought I’d have the best shot at getting you. Didn’t say much else.”

“Where’s your ship?” 

“Got stolen. I figured once I brought you in I could use this baby. But seeing as that isn’t going to happen, could you drop me off at your next stop?” She bats her eyelashes at him and twirls a strand of dark hair with bright red ends around her finger.

“You’re really not going to turn me in?” He hasn’t moved for fear of her grabbing the child. She really wouldn’t turn down a chance to beat him, would she? A couple of fucks and one shared bounty didn’t mean they were friends. 

She takes the tracking fob out and crushes it under her boot. “About that ride?”

“It’ll be a couple of days,” Din tells her. 

“How will we pass the time?” She arches an eyebrow playfully. 

Once they hit hyperspace and the kid gets tuckered out from many games, Zalia joins Din in his room where she sucks him off. He comes so hard his soul nearly leaves his body.

“I would’ve given you the ride regardless.” Din pants as she gets to her feet.

“No shit. I just like seeing you crumble.” Zalia smirks. 

“Take off your clothes and get on the cot.” Din orders. 

“Think you can get it up already?” Zalia teases while removing her teal cape. 

He makes her come twice as he thrusts in from behind and plays her perfectly with his thumb. After, she sleeps on the floor by the crates. She can sleep anywhere.

It’s a four-day journey and they develop a little routine. He pilots while she plays with the kid. They all eat together and at night, their old game is back on. At one point, she even spells her name with her hips before he nearly blacks out from such a powerful orgasm. 

“You can join me in the cot,” Din says on their last night.

“Hard pass,” Zalia mumbles from her spot on the floor.

“Think you’ll find a ship on Batuu?” Din looks over at her.

“Are you worried?” Zalia giggles.

“You accepted my bounty, destroyed the fob, and you’re not dead.”

“So observant. It’s amazing.”

Din lets out a heavy sigh that Zalia imitates.

“They will come after you.”

“And?”

“You don’t have a ship.”

“So?”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Zalia wraps her cape around her body tighter.

They land on Batuu and Din is able to refuel. He never thought he would trust Zalia Quinst but here they are. One of his only allies was once his greatest rival. The kid whines when she stands up to leave.

“Don’t go missing me, kiddo. Here.” She floats the blue jewel over to him. 

The child blinks at her while clutching the jewel tightly. 

“It’ll bring you luck.” Zalia pats his head and makes her way down the ladder. 

Din waits there to lower the ramp for her. 

“Someone real bad wants that kid.” She warns him.

“I know.”

“You don’t but still. Watch yourself.” Zalia readjusts her blaster rifle on her shoulder. 

Before she can step forward, he places a hand on her elbow.

“Zalia–”

“Shut up, Mando.” She places a kiss on his helmet right above the visor where his forehead would be. 

Din sighs heavily. 

“This doesn’t mean I like you.” She turns back and winks.

He watches her disappear into the vast forest and wonders if he’ll ever see her again.

Din feels rudderless. Grogu is with his kind and Din no longer belongs to his. And he has to fly commercial. It’s supposed to be nonstop but the ship has to be repaired on a planet he’s never been on. He retrieves his weapons from the hold and wanders to a cantina. 

“Come here often?” A nasal voice asks.

Din turns his head. He’s not really in the mood to deal with anyone right now.

“Zalia?”

“Hey, good lookin’. What’s cookin’?” Her accent returns as she laughs.  She takes a seat next to him at the bar and takes the drink he was served. 

“You’re alive.”

“You’re alone.”

“He’s with the Jedi now.”

“Hmm…lots of rules with the Jedi.”

“But not with your people?”

“Nope. Why aren’t you with yours?”

“Long story.”

“I’ll  tell you mine and you can tell me yours?”

Zalia explains how she left Batuu and acquired a new ship in a game of a sabacc. Greef sent ten bounty hunters after her and she killed every one. She went back to Nevarro and was informed all was forgiven. Din shifts in his seat. She puts some credits down and stands up.

“C’mon, I got better stuff back at mine anyway.”

“Yours?”

“Temporary. You know how it is. Shoot a warlord and get new digs.”

He follows her to a small bungalow away from the main part of town surrounded by tall trees. She gestures to the seats on the porch. Din doesn’t talk at first. He just sits on the porch with her and watches the trees. At some point, she gets something to drink. 

He tells her about the run-in with Moff Gideon on Nevarro all the way to his exile from the covert. He expects a smart comment or two but she just listens. Day turns to night and she just listens. 

“I…” He heaves a sigh. “I don’t know who I am if I’m not a Mandalorian.”

“Please, you’re still a Mandalorian. That Armorer sounds like a bitch. She tells you to take care of the kid, and be his dad, so you take off your helmet to find him and you’re out? Fuck her.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Imagine if I had to say goodbye to my mum and never saw her face. You’re not a Mandalorian but you get to keep the dark sword? Ridiculous. The Jedi wouldn’t let you see him, but my people pass down knowledge of the Force from mother to daughter.” She takes a long drink from her cup. “They’re just words some arshole decided mattered but they don’t. Actions matter. You bled for him. You took care of him. Of course, you wanted him to see your face.”

Silence settles between them for a while until Din clears his throat.

“Darksaber not dark sword.”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna remember that.”

“No?”

“Just to annoy that Armorer lady. Want me to beat her up?”

“No.” Din takes a deep breath in. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I did not kiss you, Bucket Head. Clean your visor.”

“Bucket Head?”

“I said what I said.”

“On Batuu. You kissed me.” He points to his forehead.

“Don’t read into it. I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again, Mando.”

“Din.”

“What?”

“My name is Din. Din Djarin.”

“Still Zalia Quinst.” 

“You…you said actions matter.”

“They do. That doesn’t–”

Din removes his helmet letting it hang from his hand. Her gold eyes widen as they take in his face.

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“You’re hot.”

Din backs her against the door.

“You made your life forfeit for me and the kid.”

“Told you I’d be fine.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to.”

“And now?”

“I do. Can I?”

“Yes.”

Their lips meet softly in a tender first kiss. She pulls back.

“How was that?”

“A little…reserved for you.”

“It was your first bloody kiss, yeah? I wasn’t gonna tongue you.”

“Shame. You have a talented tongue.”

“Bloody idiot.” She grips the front of his cape and drags him over. Her tongue traces his full lower lip and he gasps. She licks inside his mouth and he moans. It’s a lovely sound without the modulator. 

With her other hand, she opens the door and pulls him through it until they get to her bedroom. They break apart to remove their armor. 

“Dank farrik, these legs.” Din runs his hands down her wide hips down to her calves. 

“Never said anything before.” Zalia brushes his soft brown curls as she kisses him. He surprises her this time by nipping her lower lip and sliding his tongue inside—quick study.

“This is the nicest you’ve ever been to me.” Din teases.

“Of course, now that I know you’re not an uggo.” Her gold eyes sparkle. “Lay down, handsome.”

Zalia tortures him by leaving tiny bites and licks all over his body to rev him up. He’s had enough and surges forward flipping them. Her head tips back when he kisses her neck and bites at her breasts. He settles between her thighs grazing the sensitive flesh before diving in. She moans loudly as he learns to use his tongue instead of his fingers. Then the smart bastard decides to combine them when she curls her hand into his hair. He groans into her skin and she loses herself.

“Mando…” She whines as she reaches her second peak. He doesn’t answer. “Din.”

His soft brown eyes look up at her and she smiles. 

“C’mere.”

Din moves over her and kisses her neck. She can feel how hard he is against her stomach. 

“I don’t have anything.” He whispers.

“It’s okay. I have an implant.” Her nails run down his neck and she feels him tremble. 

“For taking in the local talent?” Din kisses her shoulder. He loves how her skin feels on his lips. 

“Nah. I have high standards.” Zalia smirks. Din looks up and she uses her strong legs to roll him over. 

“I do too.” Din sits up and pulls her with him. It’s incredibly close. He can see every amber fleck in those gold eyes. 

She sits on his thighs and lines him up. He shudders when she takes him in her body.

“You okay?” She strokes his face. 

“Perfect.” Din sighs and kisses her. 

His hands find her waist as she rolls her hips. There is no space between them. Just two beings moving together in the soft light of her room. She cries out at how his body drags over her bundle of nerves. He’s so deep. 

They’re building towards their crest and she falters. It’s too much. She can’t possibly. Her hands clutch onto his broad tan shoulders. Something has changed and he knows it too. 

“Din…” Her heart pounds in her ears.

“Zalia, I’ve got you.” Din strokes her cheekbone with his thumb. “I’ve got you.”

That’s all she needs. They fall together. His fingers dig into her hips as he buries his face between her breasts. She cradles his head and strokes his curls. The only sound in the room is their staggered breathing. 

Zalia untangles herself from him and disappears to the refresher. When she returns, Din has a sated smile on his face. He reaches out a hand and she takes it, letting him pull her into bed. 

He rests his head on her chest as she drapes the blanket over them. He falls asleep to the soothing feeling of her fingers running up and down his scalp. It’s a tenderness he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Din wakes with a start. His helmet is off and he’s naked. He looks over and sees Zalia fast asleep next to him and he relaxes. Her dark hair has streaks of purple in it now. He brushes the back of his knuckles against the ends. She stirs so he leaves a kiss on the base of her spine. 

“That tickles.”

Din does it again before taking a handful of her hair aside to kiss her shoulder blades. She rolls over and beckons him with her finger. Her hands caress his face. 

“How do you maintain this?” Her thumb smooths over his facial hair. 

“I’m allowed to see my face.” Din chuckles and Zalia’s eyebrows jump.

“He can laugh!”

Din kisses her thumb when she traces his full lips.

“You’re gorgeous.” She smiles and settles on top of him.

“Me? Do you know how fucking frustrating it is to hate you when you look like this?” He squeezes her wide hips. 

“Do you still hate me?” Those gold eyes burn into him. 

“No, cyar’ika.” Din doesn’t break her gaze. 

“You know, I like to keep moving but I wouldn’t hate it if it was the same direction as you.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

 “But this doesn’t mean I like you.”

Din laughs loudly. Zalia leans down for a kiss and he flips them. He nuzzles her neck and she giggles. 

Din grits his teeth behind his helmet. The bounty in front of him has the kid in its claws. Suddenly, something drops on its shoulders causing him to let go of Grogu. Din swoops him up. He turns back just in time to see Zalia shooting the bounty through the neck. He slumps forward and she hops down. Grogu waddles over to her.

“Hi, buddy. Remember me?” She smiles. There’s blue dye highlighted in her dark tresses.   

Grogu shows her the blue jewel and stands on her boot. She picks him up. 

“It’s a wonder he hasn’t eaten it yet.” Din walks over to her. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

They get the kid some food and wander to their temporary lodgings. Once inside, Din removes his helmet and tugs her into him.

“You’re a day early. Missed me?”

“Din, I–”

“I know. This doesn’t mean you like me.”

“No.” Zalia laughs and cups his face as he tries to hide his frown. “Cause I love you.”

“You’re never easy on me.” Din kisses her softly. 

“Aw, you love me.” She chuckles.

“Ner mirdala cyar’ika.” His thumb brushes her chin. 

[eraenaa]

Gold Rush

Aemond Targaryen x Lannister Reader Tag List

Synopsis: Everybody wants you, and I don’t like a gold rush.

Warnings: Enemies to Lovers, Mutual Pinning, Jealousy ¿Simp Aemond?, Mature, 18+, Oral Sex (F & M receiving), Fingering, P in V sex, Face Sitting, Not Proofread 

Word Count: 7, 912 (I may have overindulged) 

Beauty worth their weight in gold, and it’s the greatest blessing from the gods that you have both. The only child of Lord Lannister. Spoiled and sheltered, you had never known hardships or troubles. Pampered in the halls of Casterly Rock or anywhere you go. You leave a trail of mystification, enchantment, and adoration. Suitors line up and beg to pay you tribute. Songs and sonnets are made just to entertain and encapsulate the beauty and purity you have for centuries to come. Commoners and Lords offer their lands, riches, and allegiance just to have your hand, and now, a certain prince dared to join. 

When the words slipped out of your uncle’s lips that you should join your father in his visit to the capital, the Red Keep was abuzz with curiosity. The Golden Beauty of the realm shall grace their presence. They shall finally see and admire the being that has been coveted and praised for years. Prince Aegon was excited, to say in the least. He has been curious and titillated by your said charms ever since poets decided to write nothing about the allure and trance you placed upon men by just one look of your emerald eyes. His brother found it as a hoax. He frowned at how they exalt your name and praise you as if you were The Maiden Herself when, in reality, they only read or hear of you. He would scoff to himself every time his brother would reread the songs made in your name. He would roll his eye every time he heard gossip and talk about you from the maids and knights. He was certain that this popularity and recognition had only made you egotistical and vain— a judgment made and solidified in him despite not having known or met you. 

When the day of your arrival came, his older brother was the first to greet you, whilst Prince Aemond stood by the window and watched from afar. He frowned upon Aegon’s actions greatly, paying recognition to a girl whilst ignoring his wife, but alas, his brother could not be reasoned to nor be persuaded to do his duty. Aegon was always easily swayed and distracted by a pretty face, and with beauty such as yours, the queen’s first son had turned simple. Aemond rolled his eye as he stood by the balcony, watching his brother tour you through the gardens. Aegon displayed a beaming smile and an odd blush on his face as if he were the maiden and not yourself. You simply kept a small, pleasing grin on your lips as the eldest prince kept on speaking and offering you flattery and compliments, trying to ignore the feeling of a gaze following you ever since you entered the palace walls. 

You set your gaze above, catching the lone lilac eye of a second silver prince. You held his gaze, which showed contempt and agitation you did not know the reason for. When Prince Aegon had noticed your attention had shifted, he cast his eyes above only to see his brother with his brooding demeanor, almost scowling at the two of you. “That is only my bitter brother, Aemond. Pay him no mind, my lady,” Prince Aegon stated and offered his arm for you to take. Your eyes shifted between the two princes, quickly curtsying towards the one who stood above and the took hold of his brother’s arm before he hurriedly escorted you out of sight of the younger prince. 

You were soon introduced to the princess, the wife of the elder prince. The princess’ presence you then favored instead of her husband, who had a gown quite… touchy and clingy. You stood next to the princess, who introduced you to her adorable children, babes tugging at the hem of your gown and pleading with you with their big violet eyes to carry them. Your heart grew soft and took the little Prince Maelor into your arms, smiling widely as the babe clung to your neck and buried his adorable face into your hair. “My son has taken quite a liking to you… he is most fastidious to other’s presence, my lady,” The princess smiled. “He is simply adorable, Your Highness,” You say and brush the silver hair of the babe. “He is… he quite reminds me of my younger brother when we were children,” The princess mused, her voice afar with nostalgia. 

“Have you been introduced?” The princess then asked, “To whom?” You inquired, distracted by the babe who shifted in your arms. “To—Ah, Aemond! We were just talking about you,” the princess then exclaimed, the silver prince standing by the door. You turned your gaze to the prince you had not been introduced to yet formally. “Lady Lannister, my brother, Aemond,” The princess introduced, and you curtsied since more at the one-eyed prince while having his nephew in his arms. You hindered your frown as he said no word, only simply giving a nod and the action of his lips thinning. 

“I was just telling Lady Lannister how much Maelor resembles you when we were younger,” the princess smiled. You turned to the prince, who tried to give his sister a small smile but looked more like a grimace. “The young prince is quite charming,” You smiled and turned to the prince, who stood before you, stiff and brooding. Aemond clenched his jaw as his eye caught yours once more; you are not at all chaste nor demure in the presence of royalty as any young lady should ought to be. You were perfectly comfortable taking a member of the royal family into your arms as if you were equal in rank. Aemond seemed to stand uncorrected with his early judgment of you. 

“She is quite handsome… I always thought the songs they made were an exaggeration, but it seems to not do her justice,” Aemond heard his mother whisper to his sister, quite entranced by your beauty, and it would seem as would everyone present at the dinner table. Princess Helaena generously invited you to their intimate family dinner. His hand clenched around his chalice of wine as his brother shamelessly leaned closer to you and whispered something in your ear to cause a sweet, amused smile to play on your lips. “Are you not bothered by this?” Aemond could not help but as his sister. “About about what, brother?” Helaena asked, clueless and concerned by the agitated state of her younger brother. 

“Lady Lannister, we are most glad that you are finally here to accompany your father,” the queen said, not allowing Aemond to answer his sister’s query. “Thank you, your Majesty. You have all been so welcoming to my presence.” You smiled and could not help but let your gaze travel to the one-eyed prince, whose contempt had been nothing but plain and quite obvious. “Of course, the golden beauty of the realm is most welcome here indeed,” Aegon then chimed in. “But may I ask why it is only now that you join your father to the capitol?” The queen inquired; your gaze flew around the table, eyes expecting your answer, except for the lilac gaze of the younger prince, who stared steely and harshly at his plate. “Oh… it is because my father and uncle wishes for me to be acquainted with the court… for they are planning for me to marry soon, your Grace,” You said truthfully. That is when you feel a lone eye finally place itself upon your frame. 

The queen hummed and looked not at all shocked by your admittance; her children, however, shared different expressions from what you could read. The princess simply nodded with a ghost of a smile on her lips. The prince beside you seemed surprised and, dare you say, disappointed by your purpose of coming. And the prince across from you seemed… you could not decipher his reaction through his hard gaze. 

When morning came, you were pleased to receive an invitation from the princess to join her in the gardens to break your fast. You followed a squire, and you were led to a table surrounded by flowers and greenery, three children of the crown waiting for you. A pleasing princess and her brothers, one stoic, the other drunken. “Good morning, Your Highnesses,” You greeted and bowed, surprised as the young prince stood and matched your curtsy, moving to assist you to assist you to a seat across from him. You try not to over-analyze his actions; just hours before, he seemed disinterested in you— animosity was heavy around him. However, now, there seemed to be an air of civility surrounding him. 

“What are your engagements today, my lady?” Princess Helaena asked as she sipped on her tea, you stirred yours and replied. “My father was planning to introduce me to some of the members of the court,” You say and turn to acquire the last piece of candied lemon. “Some suitors?” The princess asked, her brothers not at all joining in the conversation, merely sitting around the two of you as if they were dolls. “I am not quite certain, princess,” You say and let your gaze travel to Prince Aemond, who stared at the candied lemon on your plate. 

“Do you have a favorite among them?” Prince Aegon then inquired; you frowned at his question. “I beg your pardon?” You asked for clarification. “Does any of your suitors hold great favor with you?” He said and took a chalice into his hand so early in the morning. “I have still yet to meet them, my prince… but I was told that Lord Arryn’s son was quite handsome, and many ladies of the court seem to favor him,” You answered but was turned to the princess, the topic seemingly more appropriate for the two of you. “Ah, yes, handsome Lord Henry,” Princess Helaena said in recognition, “It is true that he is comely. However, I heard he is one to wander,” The princess said delicately. Confusion painted your face once more, and it was the second prince who clarified, 

“Lord Henry is quietly known for his depravity,” Prince Aemond said, making your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Like our brother Aegon,” he added, smirking as that earned a giggle from his sister. “I think it would best if you stay far from the son of Lord Arryn,” The princess said, and you nodded along. 

You spent the day being introduced to Lords and Ladies of the Court, but more specifically, their sons. You felt the constant drone of a gaze following you as you conversed with the prospects of your hand. Their faces seemingly merged, and their names eluded you, so you could only offer them your pleasing smile and mindless small talk and keep your hand on their arm. 

“Do you not have to train, brother?” Helaena then appeared beside Aemond, who was hidden behind a pillar, as he observed you being acquainted with the eligible sons of the court. Helaena held a cheeky smile as she caught his brother’s actions. You had only arrived yesterday, and the princess was already certain that you had caught the attention of her enigmatic brother. It was plain to her the attraction and curiosity Aemond harbored for the golden beauty of the realm, even long before you arrived. Yes, the One-Eyed prince would scoff when his eye would catch anyone reading a pamphlet containing the written songs in your name. Still, Helaena noted that he was the first one to acquire the said pamphlets, religiously reading them until Aegon caught wind of a lioness whose beauty was hidden in Casterly Rock. As a result, the one-eyed prince hindered himself from admitting that he and his brother were attracted to the same girl. Yes, the One-Eyed prince would roll his eye in annoyance whenever he heard gossip about you in the halls, yet he still stayed and listened to all of them. 

“Should you not be joining the line of her suitors?” Helaena teased, amused by the way her brother’s nostrils flared and his jaw clenched. Helaena waited for his reply, but none came. It was a rare occurrence for Aemond to not find words. “I shall see you at supper, sister,” Aemond gritted and walked off, leaving Princess Helaena amused and with new ammunition to lovingly tease her brother. 

Supper came, and to Aemond’s displeasure or satisfaction, you were there. Seated next to his sister, whispering and giggling as if you were the oldest friends when, in reality, you had only waltzed into their life just the other day. He supposed that he should find joy that his sister had finally befriended someone, but must it be you? 

Must it be you who had to join them in supper and be in his constant presence? Seducing and tempting him even though you merely just sat there— making him question himself and his honor as he watched wine stain your lush lips or the way you would let out a low moan at the taste of the pie placed on your plate. You were too much of a temptation, a trial sent by the gods to test his patience and honor, in which he was seemingly failing, for all he wanted to do earlier was cut all the suitors who dared touch you and now taste the wine on your lips. 

When supper had come to an end, Aemond was quick to stand and had a great wish to retire to his rooms, but his mother had different plans. “Aemond, will you escort Lady Lannister to her quarters? A young lady cannot be left alone in the halls at such an hour,” You turned your expecting gaze to the prince, watching as his jaw ticked and his tense form turned rigged. It was alarmingly clear that he had no wish to extend such generosity to you, but still, he obliged his mother and offered his leather-clad arm for you to take. 

You walked out of the dining hall in exchange for the corridor. Tense, suffocating air surrounds you and the second-born prince, whose reluctance was nothing short of obvious. You tried to make polite conversation with him as he walked with you through the never-ending, dimly lit halls of the Red Keep, but his replies were only a nod and a grunt. When you reached the door of your chambers, you let go of the prince’s arm, pride wounded as you were completely ignored and could feel unaccounted animosity towards you. “Good night, Your Highness,” You drawled, growing annoyed by the moment but still had the respectability to lowly curtsy before the prince. 

Aemond gulped as you curtsied before him once again, giving him a heavenly sight of your bosom that made him stiffen in his spot. He knew that your actions were a sign of respect; he should take it as a compliment that you had bowed before him lowly, but every time you did so, all you did was tempt him more. You were shameless as you fashioned a dress with such a neckline, giving every man a sight for their desires to only fester. Now he knew why every man who had encountered you had been left entranced and obsessed; you were a vixen, a true lioness. 

Days passed as you stayed in the Red Keep, and you could feel the constant and growing animosity and disapproval Prince Aemond held for you. You had no idea the reason for it; you could not recall what you had done for him to grow so callous and mean towards you. You would hear his scoffs of derision whenever someone paid you a compliment, and he was within earshot to hear it. You would catch him as he would roll his unique lilac eye whenever you spoke or offered your opinion or even when you laughed. It was such a shame that such a handsome and attractive prince was so vile and rude. You were growing impatient and irritated with him. On any other occasion, your course of action will be to avoid and not put yourself in situations that would require you to be near the prince, but somehow, the gods were cruel and had twisted fate to have you in each other’s presence constantly. 

When night finally came and offered respite from the bitter prince, you sighed in your chambers and tried to find a reason for his contempt towards you. It was an odd feeling you did not wish to fester; all your life, everyone you met was quick to grow fond of you. You were quick to leave them enchanted by your beauty and charms. You named it as your greatest gift— your greatest power was how well beloved you are by anyone… how you could wrap them around your pretty little fingers, which is why the prince’s dislike for you had left you entirely unnerved and bothered. You were growing scared that perhaps your charms were slipping and soon, all too, would feel the same animosity the prince harbors for you. You could not find rest that night, fear trickling into your system. The prince had unraveled your deepest fears with just his quiet distaste.  

You step out of your guest chambers and threaded the halls of the Red Keep, walking the darkened halls and trying to find distraction in the library. You walked straight and paid no mind if any soul was in the library because you were certain that no one else would be present at this hour. You were mistaken. 

Prince Aemond frowned to himself, thinking his mind had placed a trick upon him. The image of you haunted him even in the dead of night when he thought he could finally escape your beautiful torment. But as he heard books being retrieved from shelves and the way your scent wafted to where he sat, he grew aware that the image he saw was no apparition. You were there, with him, alone in the quiet room. 

Aemond took quiet steps towards you, the moonlight bathing you in its light. Your frame aglow, making you look more ethereal as the silver light lights your golden mane. Aemond clenched his jaw as the same prominent desire for you only bloomed tenfold. “You should not be here,” He gritted, standing at arm’s length. It was concerning that he was standing at such a close proximity and you have yet to notice. It only solidified his theory that you were so enveloped in only yourself that you care not about the world around you. Aemond bit his tongue as an amused smirk threatened to escape to his lips. You jumped in your spot and turned to him wide-eyed in fear. He had never seen a lion frightened. 

“My prince… I— I apologize, I did not know that the libraries are restricted at these hours,” You said and closed the book in your hand. “It is not,” comes the reply of the prince, making a frown of confusion paint your face. You turned your entire frame towards him, peering up at the prince who looked at you with nothing but resentment in his cold lilac eye. “Then why shouldn’t I be here?” You asked with a tilt of your head.“You should be in your chambers.” Aemond gritted and removed his gaze from you because looking at you illuminated by the moonlight made him feel too much. He stepped back, but you matched his actions and stepped forward. He took a step back again, and you only mimicked his steps. It was an odd scene, a dragon being toyed by a lioness. 

Watching Prince Aemond’s nostrils flare and his jaw tick again made you smirk, as he was clearly annoyed by your presence. “You do not like me,” you suddenly announced, making his shielded gaze cast itself upon your eyes again. “You do not know me, yet you do not like me… why is that?” You asked and stepped forward once again, leaving just a sliver of space between you and the prince. Aemond gulped thickly as you were just a breath away from him. Your scent evading his senses, your enchanting eyes assessing his every move. 

“Oh, I know you,” He spat but felt his knees weaken when you raised your brow, painting a fake confused look on your pretty face. Siren eyes mockingly turned into doe ones, and plump lips parted in fictitious shock. “You do?” You asked. “You know me? I apologize, my prince, but I do not recall our first encounter. Please, tell me how you know me,” you rolled your eyes and finally let your annoyance slip, for you had enough of the prince’s judgment. The prince and you stared each other down, him not finding words as you had your expressive, scathing gaze upon him. He did not know how to handle himself— he was always silver-tongued and quick-witted, never one to be speechless, but apparently, that changed when it came to you. When pitted against you, he felt like the quiet, dragon-less little boy he once was. His raging fire weakened and turned to mere flickers. 

You scoffed and shook your head, not wavering or stepping away from the prince, ready to retire back to your room, but he took hold of your arm and pulled you even closer to him. “I know you. You’re a spoiled… vain… flirtatious little brat,” He spat, and watching your eyes widen and fill with offense brought back Aemond’s confidence, and he once again gained his silver tongue and towering, imposing demeanor. He watched as your cheeks flushed and wondered how it would feel to touch them. Would it be as hot as the fire that burned in his veins? 

“My father and uncle used to always speak highly about you… about how cavalier, genteel, and dutiful the second prince of the realm was— it is disheartening to be faced with a mean, calloused boy who had shown me nothing but animosity since I’ve arrived— animosity which I do not understand the reason of!” You retaliated and pried his hold off you, Aemond trying not to grow amused as you said the words with a stomp of your foot as if you were throwing a tantrum. “You want to know the reason?” Aemond hummed as you glared at him. “Yes.” You said and crossed your arms across your chest. Aemond caught the action and reminded himself not to let his eye linger upon the deep live between your bosom. He was certain you did that on purpose. You were calculated; you did each of your actions, knowing fully well that it would elicit a reaction from those around you that would only selfishly serve you and your vanity. 

He could see it in how you interacted with the lords and other men, flashing your coy smile, batting your eyelashes, and seducing them with just a mere movement from your graceful frame. He could see it in how you toyed with Aegon, letting him whisper things to your ear, leaning in closer when the older prince spoke, and laughing at whatever meaningless word came out of the prince’s wine-smelling mouth. And you did it with him as well, the way your eye would hold his gaze, seeking him out during dinner and distracting him whilst in training. You were a shameless flirt. Someone who craved attention, and everyone seemed to be grateful to give you what you sought— except Aemond.

“Because you are a flirt— a tease. You toy with men because you were gifted with beauty,” Aemond seethed and that only brought a deep furrow on your brows. “I am no such thing!” You defended yourself, and the prince only scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You are. It is plain. You have them wrapped around your fingers— you know how easily an attractive face persuades them,” the prince said but frowned as he saw your lips twitch upward. As if his words and insults were a jest. “Tell me, my prince… do you agree with their sentiments? Do you find me attractive as well?” You asked and tilted your head, smirking to yourself as the dragon’s fire stuttered and backed away once more. It was a battle, each opponent taking their hits and reloading in time just to fight with the other again. 

The prince gulped and felt heat rise to the tips of his ear; luckily, the reddening flesh was covered by the curtain of his silver locks. “I— I don’t,” He said and stood his ground, forcing his voice to be steady and scathing though he told a plain lie. “I do not find you attractive,” He said more firmly and slightly more convincing this time. “You don’t?” You asked and watched as he curtly nodded and thinned his lips. “That is good,” you mused and backed away from the little space you had given him. The prince’s brow twitched as you said your sentiment, as he heard relief from your voice. “Why is that?” He curiously asked his turn to step closer to you. 

“Because your mother had proposed to my father that a union between us would be well suited; well suited to whom I do not know, but that is what she had proposed. Telling my father that she had needed to bring the subject to you to see if you agreed.” It was a nice scene to see the prince’s whole body turn to stone in shock. His thin lips parted, and his eyes held cluelessness and disbelief. You took the moment of silence from the prince to speak once more. “Well, it is most fortunate that you clearly don’t agree— it would save me from having to be in the presence of such a… prejudiced and bitter prince.” You relished the way you caught his hand clenched around nothing and the way you were certain he was ready to turn violent by your words. However, you still continued to speak.  

“Though the title of princess is quite tempting, and I am certain I’d look exquisite with a tiara— I’d rather run off with the stable boy and live in squalor than live in a place with you.” You finished with a satisfied smirk on your lips at the murderous look on the prince’s face. When his lips parted and tried to speak, he flailed on what to say. That only added to your triumph. “Good night, my prince, Aemond,” You said in a sickly, sweet tone and lowly curtsied again before walking your way back to your chambers. 

It should greatly shame the prince. His actions would haunt him for moons to come, but the moment you exited the library, and he was once again left alone, he succumbed to his desires and undid the laces of his trousers. Pulling his painfully hardened length and pleasured himself with the thought of you. Your scent still hung in the air, and your voice still rang in his ear, but what pushed him over the edge was the image of you curtsying, almost going to your knees before him. His mind was made then. Whatever act he had portrayed the past few days will quickly come to an end for he shall certainly agree with his mother that a union between him and you would be most suited. 

You sat in disbelief and utter confusion as your father announced to you that a union between you and the prince shall take place. “Why? Wh— did the queen ask his thoughts on this? Or was it just your and Her Majesty’s decision?” You questioned as you recalled the night in the library with the prince. It had only been two days since the heated and angered scene transpired, and you had done your best to avoid him and his raging lilac gaze. “The prince came to me and asked for your hand. And given the conversation I had with the queen, I assumed that his proposal has her blessing.” Your lips agape, and you try to work out your objections, but your father cupped your cheeks. “You, my darling, will be a princess just like you had always dreamed of.” He said softly, recalling how you ran the halls of Casterly Rock with a tiara atop of your head when you were younger— always begging your septa to tell you stories of princesses and their princes finding 'happily ever after.’

“I shall leave you to get ready— it will be announced to the court later today, and the wedding shall take place in a week’s time.” He announced, making you stand in utter surprise. “What?! Father— Why so soon?” You asked in disbelief. “The queen wishes his son to be married before the king meets his demise. He wishes for the king to witness Aemond joyously with his bride,” You were stunned and were certain that joy would not appear from a union between you and Aemond, making the Queen’s wishes moot. “Now, make haste as you shall be presented with your betrothed!” Your father smiled and kissed the top of your head, and hurriedly left the guest chambers. 

Aemond observed as your proud gaze was planted on the floor as they announced the upcoming union between the two of you. He was certain that news had left you in quite a state of confusion. The prince passed his eye at the sea of people, mostly on the men who had lined up for years and courted you, only to witness that the beauty they coveted was then promised to the dragon prince. Aemond’s look turned to his brother, whose jealous gaze was upon him, and Aemond couldn’t help but smirk. He then returned his gaze to you again, finally having looked up and locked your eyes upon him. Nothing but confusion in your orbs, and perhaps anger that Aemond simply found endearing. 

“I do not understand.” You gritted as you and Aemond were given a chance of privacy to get to know more about each other before the wedding. You two were in the room of the small council, the queen, your father, and the lord commander standing by the other side of the door lost in discussion as you and your betrothed were about to thread towards an argument. “You and I shall marry each other; what is so hard to understand?” The prince retorted. “I suppose the saying is true… the more comely the woman is, the more she is simple,” Aemond quickly added, grinning at how quickly you were to grow red in rage. Your cheeks match the scarlet of your gown. 

“Why, in the name of the seven, would you agree to this?! You and I are not suited for each other!” you whispered harshly, not wanting your parents to hear you quarrel. "And what makes you think so?” The prince hummed, stepping closer to you, tightening in his trousers once more as your plump lips were agape. “I haven’t had a civil conversation with you. All our interactions have been arguments— do you truly think that a marriage between us would work?” You asked incredulously, mind spinning at how abrupt, incomprehensible, and inexplicable the fates were. “You wish for a civil conversation? Let us have one then,” he simply replied and took a seat in one of the chairs housed in the long table separating the two of you.

You took in deep breaths and studied as he sat calmly, his hands placed atop the wooden table. You eventually took the seat across from him. “Why did you agree to this union?” You asked, your mind still replaying the scene in which he stated plainly that he dislikes you greatly. “Because I am in need of a wife,” he answered. You licked your lips and shook your head. “Why me, then? When you are perfectly aware of our shared… distaste for one another,” You said and watched as the prince shrugged. “Because…” the prince trailed, licking his lips as he was certain you would not believe what he would utter because he himself would find it hard to believe as well at how he had treated you since you had come. “I want you.” He finally said after a long moment of steely silence. The prince clenched his jaw as he heard you scoff, and a sardonic, melodious laugh soon followed. “You want me?” You asked, “What? You want to punish me? Make me miserable with a union with a man who hates me?” You added. “I do not hate you,” the prince sighed and rolled his eye as you stubbornly shook your head. 

“Ever since I have arrived all you had done was glare at me, pick quarrels and squabbles. You had offended me right to my face, and now you say want me?” You asked incredulously. “They say Targaryens are mad… but I had hoped your mother’s blood had leveled your and your sibling's heads.” You mumbled and did not expect to see an amused look on the prince’s face. A beat of silence surrounded the two of you, staring each other down. A lioness with a confused scowl on her face, and a dragon who had amusement and content on his. “I still do not understand,” You said, and the Prince sighed once more.

“It was all an act,” he sighed. My animosity towards you—all of it was an act. A facade to protect me because when I saw how you interacted with the other prospects for your hand… how obliging you were with them, I could not stomach the fact that you would not be mine,” he admitted, letting himself be vulnerable for the first time in years. I… I do not like sharing,” he then added. 

“I was five and ten when I read the first poem written for you,” he started. “I have not seen you… I have not a clue of who you were except that you were Ser Tyland’s kin, and you were of great beauty as they have written, and you already managed to make me grow curious,” You stayed silent as the prince continued on to explain. “I waited every week for new poems to be published… the songs in your name still did not receive much recognition— you were still unheard of by the others. I was certain I was the only one who bought those pamphlets; you were a secret for me alone.” You nodded along and rested your back against the chair, observing the prince intently as he spoke. “Aegon found the pamphlets and began to grow curious too… along with the entire kingdom, and I just did not enjoy the thought that I have to share the desire to know you— to be with you with other men,” He finished, and you bit your tongue as you did not know how to take the prince’s explanation. Was it flattering or puzzling? You had no clue. All you knew was your heart was beating loudly in your chest and your stomach was filled with butterflies. 

“My uncle often shared stories of you and your siblings…” You spoke, your turn to share an anecdote. “As a child, I have always been enthralled by the idea of royalty. So he would oblige me and tell me stories of the Dragon Princes.” Aemond nodded along as your eyes were cast upon the wooden table. “He would always go into great detail about your brother, Aegon… seeing he will be king, but I was always more curious about you,” You admitted. “But he said you always kept to yourself, so he could not truly tell me stories about you, so I would make him repeat the anecdotes already told time and time again. On how kind you were with your sister and how dutiful you were to your mother… how you were brave and determined— ceaselessly training with the sword even if you had lost your eye. And if you were not training, you were adding to your scholarly knowledge.” You turned your gaze to the Prince’s exceptionally beautiful lilac eye, “I have been fond of you long before I have met you, my prince. Ask my father and uncle… or anyone in Casterly Rock, for that matter,” You said truthfully, watching as Aemond’s lips twitch into a smile

“I would admit; I came here with the hopes of getting to know you… that perhaps a match between us would fall organically and not one that our father and mother made.” You said and fisted the fabric of your scarlet gown as your heart beat loudly at your admittance. The prince licked his lips, “Should it matter how this union was made?” He asked, “Either way, in the end, we’ll still get what we both want,” Aemond stated, his whole being satisfied as he was not the only one who pinned over a person he was still yet to meet. “I suppose not,” you smiled as your impending nuptials with a prince you had dreamed of since you were a child was to come. The door then swung open, revealing your father along with the Queen.“I hope the both of you had gotten the chance to grow more acquainted with each other,” The queen smiled, already excited with the prospect of your marriage and for you to be her daughter. You were most fitting to their family; not only will her son gain an incredibly charming and comely wife, but her daughter too will gain a friend. 

“We have, your grace,” You said with a small smile. She gave a pleased nod, and her smile widened, “That is good. Come with me, child. Plans have to be made, and you still have yet to be fitted for your gown!” She said and held out her hand for you to take. You stood and turned briefly to your betrothed; you once again curtsied before him. Now, a smile intended for him was placed on your pink lips, and Aemond’s longing gaze followed you as you walked out of the room with his mother. 

The day of your wedding was quick to come, and you felt entirely giddy and excited about marrying Prince Aemond. Your father escorted you down the aisle, the eyes of the kingdom following you as you gracefully walked to your soon-husband, who had a rare smile on his lips. When your father gave your hand for the prince to take, you felt gooseflesh scatter throughout your entire body. Aemond looked at you adoringly throughout the entirety of the ceremony, not at all paying attention to the Maester who blessed your union. 

Aemond was entirely impatient for him to announce you as his wife and for him to finally be able to kiss your lips. To mark you as his in front of the gods and the entire kingdom. And when that moment finally came, the desire that burned brightly inside the both of you only grew. Aemond was not one to show affection publicly, but he could not hinder himself as he cupped your cheeks to deepen your kiss that was witnessed by all present in the hall. Their screams and cheers faded and turned mute as both of your lips intertwined. 

Suppressed desires could not be contained any longer as you and Aemond had finally had a taste of each other. There was supposed to be a banquet to celebrate your union; the Queen had organized the feast to perfection, and your father spared no expense for the celebration. But it was unfortunately missed by you and your husband as Aemond quickly led you to your shared bed chambers, both of you unable to wait for nightfall to be in each other’s arms. 

“Aemond,” You mewled as he pushed you up against the stone pillar in your chambers. His lips kissed your neck, leaving his mark with every kiss, and his hands quickly untied the laces of your gown. You hear him growl as you boldly move your hand to cup his hardened length against his trousers, hesitant as you move your hand. “We should be in the feast,” You said but made no move to halt your pleasurable actions. Aemond shook his head, “Do you want to attend the feast, or do you want to be pleasured, wife?” He asked and watched with dark eyes as the sleeves of your dress draped down your arm and revealed more of your milky skin. “I want you, husband.” You breathed, and Aemond let out a pleasurable sound as your hold on his length tightened. 

“Kneel,” Aemond gritted, and your eyes widened at his command. “Kneel and show your devotion to your lord husband,” Aemond demanded and clenched his jaw as you did as he asked, slowly going to your knees, your eyes still locked upon him. You licked your lips as you were eye-leveled with his bulging length, “Take it out,” Aemond commanded and tightly closed his eye as you did the action, your skin finally touching his. You bit your lip at his massiveness, at how well-endowed he was and how beautiful he fully was. You swallowed thickly as you recalled the books you had read in the dead of night, detailing how man and woman should be. 

Aemond let out a strained sound as you placed a ghost of a kiss upon the tip of his cock, your name spewing from his lips as you peppered light kisses along his length. “Stop being a tease, little wife,” he gritted and felt his stomach tighten at the smirk on your lips and the view of you kneeling before him. Your dress had dropped lowly, and he could see most of your bosom that had been tempting him for days on end. 

You let out a breath and to him to your mouth. You half expected yourself to be repulsed, but with each moment you had his length between your lips, bobbing your head, sucking harshly, hearing the moans your husband spewed, and looking at his pleasured etched face, you felt your cunt drip with want and anticipation. Aemond groaned louder as you fondled his other parts, thanking the gods for blessing him with you as his wife. Thanking them for their favor to let him be bound to the Golden Beauty of the realm. The prince breathed in harshly as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, the need for release in him loudly pronouncing itself, making him abruptly pull out. He could not be so selfish and let himself succumb to pleasure whilst you were still filled with need. 

Aemond pulled you to stand, fervently meeting your lips once more, and guided you to bed. Your dress finally fell, and Aemond greedily took one of your tit into the hot cavern of his mouth. He bit the bud and elicited a sweet whine from your lips, and he quickly soothed it with his tongue and felt you clung to him tighter. Taking his other hand and guided it to you other needing tit to pleasure it as well. Aemond smirked upon your bosom at how in need you were of him. Aemond moved his lips to your neglected tit, and his hand trailed down south, your eyes rolling back and your hands fisting the back of his head as you finally felt his cold hands upon your needing heat. 

“So desperate for me, little wife,” Aemond hummed in satisfaction. Your moans echoed throughout the chambers, along with the sound of your wetness as Aemond slipped his finger in you, his thumb circling the pearl of your cunt, earning more of your sweet moans. Aemond moved to kiss your lips again, feeling how tightly your cunt clenched around his finger. You parted your lips as you felt climax nearing, your wide, lusted eyes locked in with your husbands, but before you could even succumb to ultimate pleasure, Aemond stole away his finger. “Aemond,” You whined, but your husband only smirked and pecked your lips. Making you watch as he brought his coated fingers to his lips and sucked the essence of you clean. 

Your mind was dazed and frustrated as he denied you pleasure. Your eyes followed him as he removed his tunic and lay nakedly on the silk sheets of your feathered bed. “Come here,” He ordered, and you hesitated for a moment. You took your bottom lip between your lips and did as told, moving to straddle him as he lay. His hands found home on your hips, urging you to move forward, and you furrowed your brows in confusion as your core threaded farther away from his length. “Aemond, I—“ Words were lost as the prince’s lips were met with your cunt. His hands forcing you down upon his face. Your head tilted back in pleasure as you rolled your hips upon his face, his prominent nose perfectly aligned with your nubbin and his tongue darting in and out of your tightness. 

“Aemond,” You cried as your thighs were quick to shiver; release was finding you once more. “Aemond… Aemond…” You uttered his name like a prayer. With one flick of his tongue, you came undone, your moans ringing loudly that you were certain that it was heard in the halls but could not find care. Aemond had a slight smirk as he moved you closer to his length. Your eyes were still glazed from your climax, and your mind was so disoriented that you did not even realize that Aemond had positioned his length at your entrance. The sharp pain of your maidenhead being taken was the only indication you had that you had now sunk upon his cock. 

Aemond relished at the sight of you atop of him, your cunt taking and squeezing his cock. Your breast was heaving, and your eyes were welling with tears. Aemond reached out and took your bosom into his calloused hands, kneading the taut, soft flesh— earning a pleasured moan through your pain. Aemond gave you the liberty to move whenever you felt comfortable doing so. He was an impatient man, but he savored every small movement you made as you clenched along his cock. 

Your furrowed brows dissipated, and your mouth parted as the tip of cock perfectly hit the spot inside of you that made you see stars. Aemond’s breathing labored as you rolled your hips, seeking further friction. He moved his cold hands to your hips and guided you to bounce upon his cock. “Aemond!” You cried, and Aemond could only marvel at your pleasured face and bouncing tits; you squeezed him so tightly that slight pain mixed with his delight. “Are you going to come, my wife? Will you come at your husband’s cock?” Aemond hummed and sat up, placing his head between your ample breasts, greedily inhaling your scent. “Yes… gods, yes!” You cried as he harshly thrust inside you. Both of you meet your peak, Aemond spilling his seed deep inside your cunt and you clawing at his bare back and leaving your own marks. 

“My wife,” Aemond hummed in satisfaction and nuzzled his nose against yours, a smile on your lips as your foreheads pressed as the cheers from the feast that you two disregarded were lowly heard in your chambers, “My prince,” You smiled and kissed his lips, your heart full. Your being wholly satisfied as you were bound to the prince that your young heart had wanted long before. 

[kunimilktea]

Doodle dump!

Brainrot so bad i made a fanchild 💀💀💀

Also dont ask me why i have tons of colored sketches in such a short amount of time im also freaking myself out 💀

[justaz]

im a slut for post magic reveal arthur (& knights) thinking merlin has like. a smidge of magic. like he can get stains out of clothes or warm food and baths but OBVIOUSLY merlin can’t fight. that’s ridiculous. merlin doesn’t correct this notion for whatever reason - perhaps it’s best that people think that so when they’re all in danger, he isn’t registered as a threat so he can protect his silly lil guys. ofc his silly lil guys realize that they were wrong bc the bad guys get a lil too close to hurting arthur and merlin is like “nope! fights over!!” and annihilates them

[lulublack90]

Prompt 5 - Gold

@wolfstarmicrofic June 5, word count 638

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They stood beside the lake and watched the firefighters putting the fire out. They all squirmed when McGonagall came to stand in front of them and glared. 

“I am almost certain that one of you, if not all of you, had something to do with this.” Her eyes were on Sirius. 

Remus started fiddling with the red and gold friendship bracelet on his wrist. Sirius's hand reached over and covered his own, stilling the nervous fingers. Sirius turned his charm on Minerva, keeping his hand on Remus as though it was normal. 

“Minnie, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that it wasn’t me.”  Sirius’s thumb brushed the soft underside of Remus’s wrist. Remus felt a shiver go down his spine and he had to try hard to keep his pounding heartbeat from giving him away.

“Alright everybody, the fire is out. Please return to your cabins, and we’ll see you bright and early for a treasure hunt.” Albus spoke to all the congregated campers and leaders. 

“I will figure out who is responsible,” Minerva narrowed her eyes again at the four from Gryffindor cabin. However, her eyes did soften at Remus. He hadn’t been there that long for her to think he’d had anything to do with it. She strode away from them to talk with Albus and the firefighters.

“Come on,” Sirius started towards their cabin, dragging Remus along with him. 

They piled onto Sirius’s bed this time. Sirius pulled Remus onto the bed beside him. 

“Stop looking so worried Pete. We didn’t leave anything for them to think it was us.” James tried to reassure the nervous boy. 

“Yeah, Petey. The only thing we left behind was the tin box and that was just a cheap thing we found in the supply cupboard.” Sirius joined in. “Besides, all the evidence will have burned up.” Remus couldn’t help it, he snorted, which set off the others. Soon they were all giggling. 

Sirius reached over to the little bedside table and opened the cupboard. He sat back up with a packet of Mars bars in his hand and started handing them out. Remus bit into the gooey treat and smiled happily. He wiggled his foot as the chocolate, caramel and nougat melted onto his tongue. He saw Sirius cock his head at the movement out of the corner of his eye. Remus stilled the movement and looked down, trying to ignore Sirius’s gaze.

Sirius laid back onto his pillow and stretched his legs out into Remus’s lap. He began slowly wiggling his feet back and forth like Remus had been a moment before. Remus blinked down at his lap, frozen. 

“So treasure hunt tomorrow, what do we think that entails?” Sirius asked the group. Peter had calmed down now that he had chocolate. 

“Last year they hid the clues around the lake, it’ll probably be in the forest,” Peter said around a mouthful of chocolate. 

“Yeah, but that’s what they did the year before,” James said thoughtfully. “Plus you burnt down half the forest Pete,” James added, chuckling. 

“James,” Peter whined. 

“I’m only teasing Pete. There’s still plenty of trees out there,” James guffawed as Peter grumbled under his breath and went to sit on his own bed, pulling a magazine out from under his pillow and hiding behind it. James moved back to his own bed as well, putting his earphones in and turning on some music. Remus waited for Sirius to move his feet so he could get up as well, but he didn’t. 

He turned to look at Sirius, but Sirius had put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Remus put his hand gently on Sirius’s leg, getting ready to move them out of the way, when Sirius’s eyes snapped open and stared straight into Remus’s. Remus froze again. 

Next part

[kacievvbbbb]

What I’ve learnt while researching Mihawk for my color theory essay is that apparently Toei has very strong opinions about Mihawk’s color scheme and like a sugar daddy with very specific tastes they love to put him in gold.

Toei when Oda tries to suggest a color for Mihawk that isn’t gold

[royedismyaesthetic]

RoyEd Week Day 2: Soulmate AU

Okay, so for this AU, everyone has heterochromia, and the color of your right eye matches the color of your soulmate’s left eye, and vice versa. That way, when you face each other, your soulmates’ eyes are a mirror image of your own. Multiple people can have your corresponding eye colors and can potentially be your soulmate. However, Roy is pretty confident that he’s just found his, seeing as how Edward is the only person alive who has a golden left eye and a black right one. 

Keep reading for the full summary:

Throughout his life, Roy gets a lot of attention due to his unusual eye color. Seeing as how no one else has possessed a golden eye since the fall of Xerxes (or so he believes), Roy concludes that this is the universe’s way of telling him that he doesn’t have a soulmate. He eventually meets Edward of course, but while their eye colors do match up, the idea of them being soulmates… it just can’t be true. 

While Edward is under Roy’s command, Roy has him wear an eyepatch over his gold eye whenever he is in public. That way, rumors won’t spread about who Edward’s soulmate might be. (I think the covering of one eye would be somewhat popular in this society, particularly among those who reject the idea of predestined soulmates and instead wish to seek out their own romantic and platonic connections. When you look at your soulmate with both eyes however, you are able to gain an innate understanding of their emotions. The eyes are the windows to the soul, as they say.) 

Edward spends the following years in denial about Roy being his soulmate, and as he searches for the Philosopher’s Stone, he also secretly searches for someone else who could possibly be his other half. He comes up empty handed however, and over time, he finds himself developing feelings for Roy. 

Sometime before Roy loses his eyesight, Edward reports to him in Central. For the first time, Edward refrains from wearing his eyepatch because he lost it somewhere along his travels. However, when Edward goes to meet with Roy, Roy refuses to speak with him without his eyepatch on. Roy also avoids looking Edward directly in the eyes, and Edward notices this. Because Edward is looking at Roy with both eyes for the first time since they first met, Edward can finally see into Roy’s soul, and he realizes that Roy is actually afraid to look at him. 

Edward gets angry because he realizes that they could have had this profound emotional connection this entire time, and Roy denied him of that. Also, Edward has come to almost resent Roy for forcing him to hide a part of who he is. 

Roy did this both to protect Edward, and to prevent something from happening that could maybe make it more difficult for himself to reach his ultimate goal. But also, Roy did it because he simply can’t bear the sight of Edward. It makes him sick to his stomach to think that Edward is destined to be with a monster like him. Whether Roy realizes it or not, he wants Edward to hate him. He wants Edward to love him. He wants to punish himself for his past mistakes by denying himself of this bond that he was destined to have. 

Edward realizes this, and he tells Roy that punishing himself accomplishes nothing. Roy is just hurting himself. He is hurting Edward too on an emotional level, and maybe if he looked Edward in the eyes sooner, he would have realized that. 

When Roy and Edward part ways, they still aren’t on good terms. But later on, when Roy chooses to use the Philosopher's Stone to regain his sight, Edward understands that Roy is breaking away from his previously held mentality. Roy is not forgetting about his mistakes, but he’s leaving the past in the past, and he’s looking forward and seeing what he can do to make a better future. And maybe in that better future, Roy will finally be willing to share his soul with Edward. The end.    

@royedweek2023

[pocketseizure]

Grog has noticed a number of peculiarities in Kakariko Village. Eerie lights flicker in the mountain valley. Murky black water fills the old stone well that no one uses. Golden spiders spin their webs under the eaves of abandoned buildings. Little does Grog know that the legendary Sheikah of Kakariko still live, and that they are watching.

( on AO3 ) . illustration by @frankiesbugs . written for @sheikahzine

[obimaulartfire]

When Maul and Obiwan touch foreheads in a piece of writing, my lifespan increases.

This was partly based on a scene in @nicolabarth's fic, Rage and Hope. Go check it out if you haven't already :)

[happypeachsludgeflower]

The funniest thing about reading mdzs royalty au’s is when Lan Wangji is the emperor, but there’s zero explanation why he was chosen over his older brother, Lan Xichen.

Like, I don’t know much about Asian royalty dynamics, but I’m pretty sure the eldest of full siblings is before the younger in line for the throne…

[grailknightmonty]

sonja hadn’t expected anything when she made it her mission to bring capsize back from the dead- properly this time. nothing good comes out of trying to play god, martha had told her so many times, ianites already tried, she's gone for good. to be completely honest, there was a point sonja had started to wonder if she was right. if pouring over thaumian texts for countless restless nights, experimenting with necromancy in hiding, if none of it would be worth it in the end. however, she never could have expected that in the time of the two getting reacquainted with one another when she finally was successful, that she would find herself, washed in the pastel pinks, oranges and subtle blues of twilight with the pirate captain's sweet lips pressed against hers, the setting sun through the pillars of mianite's temple glowing softly on them. it was a feeling of home she couldn't quite describe, but it was one she knows she hadn't felt in a long time.

Happy Post-canon for @mcyt-yuri-week Day 2 :D Just a little snippet from my mianite post-canon Gays on a Boat, the interlude sequences from post-Isles and pre-Aitheaca that focuses on character healing, the meaning of love and themes of home within a plot centering about the multiverse <3

[nadja-antipaxos]

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All My Pictures of You (Egon Spengler/OFC) - TEEN

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but it's golden, like daylight (Steve Rogers/OFC) - EXPLICIT

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the eye of the moon (Moon Boys System x Layla x Desi!OFC)

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Rebel Rebel (Russell Ziskey/OFC) - EXPLICIT

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Summary: Ted develops a budding friendship with a single mom who happens to be a popular romance author, Priyala Kumari.  Her eldest barely knows who he is while her youngest is a Richmond super fan and the most aggressive player on Phoebe's team.  Priyala knows even less than he does about football, loves tea (chai), and has the sweetest laugh he's ever heard. She likes Ted just as much but wants to support him as his friend. Until they get matched on bantr. (Multi-chapter) [C] ❤️‍🔥 AO3 || TUMBLR

[jichanxo]

sunday six (i have been writing i pinkie promise)

tags: @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @phantasy14 @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22

all my wips are spiralling out of control. anyway here's kuwagami again

“Slow down.” Kuwana spoke over him. “And breathe. You’re panicking again.”

Yagami went quiet and did as he was told, but only because it sounded like a good idea. Breathed in, out. Kuwana listened as he did.

“It’s just me.” Kuwana told him. “Talking to me isn’t a big deal, alright? You don’t have to be like this, like you’re... scared, or something. It’s not like you.”

Yagami laughed, ringing hollow even in his own ears. “Scared?”

“Then what is it?” Kuwana prompted. “That you feel about me?”

His heart supplied the word immediately, but it caught in his throat awkwardly. He choked around it, unable to get it out. Yagami’s mouth was open, but he didn’t say it, didn’t know if he could, if he wanted to.

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

The beast slumbering in Anakin's soul.

"Do you have any idea how much I desire you, want you?" His words were almost threatening as he continued, "what I long to do with you."

"Why don't you show me."

An almost animalistic sound escaped Anakin, a cross between a growl and a purr.

Obi-Wan had long known that in Anakin's soul there was a slumbering beast, a wild, untamable creature made from star-fire and raw power. He had seen it, felt it, and somehow knew that he would be the only one who would ever have a chance to tame it. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You are mine!"

Anakin's voice was different, yet still the same, and when Obi-Wan met his eyes, he saw how a golden ring glowed around the dilated pupil merging with the blue and felt how the Force shook as the beast came to life.

"I have always been." He said quietly, unafraid, knowing this was right.

[justaz]

need post magic reveal/ban repeal where magic is free and everyone grows in their knowledge of just what magic is and how it works etc, etc. merlin (isn't one for bragging about his powers) doesn't really mention much about his magic so people just assume he has enough to get by with like chores but not enough to catch the ire of uther EXCEPT for gauis, lancelot, and arthur bc gaius and lancelot have known about him for years and know what he's capable of and arthur sat merlin down and demanded all the stories so arthur knows he'd be a formidable opponent but he doesn't really get it yk? so he's like "yeah merlin has magic and he's capable of defending himself and camelot so he's probably on the more powerful end of the spectrum like every other sorcerer who is powerful"

and then i need merlin to be Different. like noticeably different. like idk a sorcerer is like trying out to be court sorcerer (bc merlin doesn't want another job dammit arthur give it morgana or someone-) and they perform this elaborate spell that captivates merlin and he starts asking all these questions and the sorcerer is like "yeah it's super difficult, it took me months to get it right and it takes years for some others-" and they cut themselves off bc merlin was just like "i wanna try" and does it perfectly first try. the sorcerer is seething.

camelot is hit with a heatwave and everyone is suffering and arthur is just like "morgana can you make it rain or something? it's too hot to breathe." and morgana is just like "no you idiot i can't just bend nature to my will. it doesn't like that." and merlin finally arrives with waterskins full of nice, cold, refreshing drink that the knights are frothing at the mouth to get. arthur complains again and morgana huffs and merlin is like "has he been like that this whole time?" and morgana nods with a groan and merlin laughs before going "i can try something" and leaves before anyone can say anything and arthur looks at morgana and is like "i thought you said nature doesn't like to be controlled?" and she's like "it doesn't" and then they all chase after merlin but he's chilling in the courtyard with his eyes closed, not even chanting, and then the sky starts to darken as black clouds roll in, the temperature plummets and then...snow begins to fall. in july. they all end up having a snowball fight.

a power hungry sorcerer comes along and is like "emrys....he's perfect....just what i need...teehee" and casts some spell over merlin and begins to siphon his magic and his power and merlin feels waves of his magic flood through the connection and into the sorcerer and like he's a mix of panic and concern bc yeah this mf is taking his magic but they're taking his magic. merlin tries to bargain or talk them down while the knights and arthur try to attack but the sorcerer keeps pushing them back and ignores merlin and is like "i want power, i want your power" blah blah blah monologue time and they swing another wave of magic out at the knights and knock many out while killing some and merlin is just like "ok no that's all folks thanks" and starts to push his own magic through the connection. the sorcerer has this wild gleam in their eyes and they feel more and more power fill them and it's like a high until it gets too much and they frantically try to sever the connection and their telling merlin to stop but merlin is just like "i thought you wanted my power? i'm giving it to you" and continues to flood the sorcerer with his magic until gold begins to trace their skin and they idk explode or smth and then all the magic flies back into merlin and he flexes his hands. unnamed knights 3, 6, 22, 53, and 55 still died so it's a tragedy.

a bunch of sorcerers are entertaining at a feast (kind of like the trickler) and they cast illusions all around the room that look real enough (unless you look too closely or touch it bc they are somewhat see through and your hand would pass right through them) and it's a fun and joyous night. later that week, the knights bring it up during their break while training and merlin is like "sure, what illusion should i cast?" and after some back and forth, he settles on the illusion of a dragon. it's around the size and age of aithusa bc that's all he has to go off of and it's gold since he took inspiration from the pendragon crest all around the area. it jumps around and flaps it's wings to get some air and it's all fine and dandy until elyan goes to poke his hand through it's ribs but meets physical scales and he jumps up into percival's arms. merlin looks closer and is like "oh. its real. whoops." and leon is like "whoops?? you make a real life dragon and all you have to say is whoops?" and merlin shrugs and is like "it was an accident" and leon about keels over from a heart attack "an accident? how do you accidentally-" the dragon is considered a gift from magic to camelot and helps further heal the wounds of uther's purge.

idk just like merlin being casually the most powerful sorcerer to walk the earth and unnerving people just by how little he seems to care about his shows of power but they're all like "well he's just doing all these small things that don't harm anyone and he doesn't even seem to realize just how powerful he is so what can ya do?" and they leave it be and make peace with merlin being Like That. and then camelot/arthur is attacked or smth idk and then everyone gets to see exactly how powerful and dangerous merlin is

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Fic Ideas brought to you by the Snake Eyes Origin movie and the Snake Eyes x Tommy Arashikage fandom.

Face Reveal AU:

- Snake Eyes face is revealed to the Joes. I think after how everything went down with Tommy no one really knows how Snake Eyes looks and sounds because he keeps himself covered and silent as a form of repentance or really fucked up form of self-punishment (after all he was a ghost before Tommy found him and after what he did maybe he deserves to be a ghost again). This leads to the Joes constructing an image in their minds that is false but includes the idea of:

1. Snake having a hideous scar

2. Snake being disfigured

3. Snake being mute

4. Snake being very stoic

5. Snake being a stereotypical ninja (it varies depending on the person)

6. Snake not being very attractive/desirable in general

My point with this is that Snake Eyes is not exactly close with anyone. They trust him but no one in the Joes knows him. No one besides Scarlett even knows that he can talk or what he looks like. This eventually comes to a head when Snake Eyes gets hurt and Tommy has to save him. I have multiple scenarios:

1. Snake Eyes is captured and tortured and while that is happening Tommy is with the rest of the Joes who are in a cell. The Joes have no idea about Tommy and Snake Eyes past and only know Tommy by Storm Shadow (Scarlett being the exception). So all of them are surprised when they hear a voice screaming Tommy and Storm Shadow goes rigid/freezes in the midsts of taunting them. Maybe Snake Eyes screams some Japanese or a pet name that he had for Tommy. The end result is that with every scream Tommy gets more and more desperate. He hates Snake Eyes but he also loves him still and surprisingly cannot listen to him getting tortured. Tommy breaks out the Joes (Scarlett persuaded him) and saves Snake Eyes. They go back to base and everyone sees Snake Eyes without the helmet and realizes three things: Snake Eyes is pretty attractive, he can talk, and Storm Shadow is pretty in love with him. The whole story comes out and Tommy and Snake Eyes are left to figure their relationship out from here with Storm Shadow staying faithfully by Snake Eyes’ bedside (he broke out of containment).

2. Something happens and Snake Eyes ends up underwater and drowns. Tommy sees this and jumps in after him abandoning whatever fight or evil scheme he had before. This shocks everyone enough that the Joes are able to push back Cobra. In that time Tommy gets Snake Eyes and drags him onto dry land where he realizes that Snake Eyes is not breathing. Tommy takes off Snake Eyes’ mask and gives him CPR. The Joes are very taken aback by this. Tommy brings Snake Eyes back and Snake Eyes promptly says something to Tommy in Japanese (something sweet and loving) before he passes out. Tommy is pretty shaken up about all of this and is taken into Joe custody. The whole story of their relationship comes out to the Joes and Tommy and Snake Eyes are left wondering where to go from here.

3. There is an undercover mission that involves seduction and what do you know the targets type is Snake Eyes. So in Snake Eyes goes sans mask having to flirt with the target. The Joes are very shocked to see this side of Snake Eyes (and his face in general) but run the op. However, Tommy shows up and is not very pleased to see Snake Eyes flirting with someone. There are a couple ways this could go but ultimately I think Tommy kills the target for a few reasons but mainly out of jealousy (he would never admit it) and corners Snake Eyes. The Joes are really concerned that Snake Eyes is gonna die but instead have to listen to a very intimate conversation between the two (maybe in Japanese maybe in English) that ends with Tommy very close to Snake Eyes warning him off doing this kind of work again. Tommy leaves but not before Snake Eyes make one final declaration about finding him, or loving him, or bringing him home that leaves all the Joes with the distinct impression that their relationship is much more than enemies. Maybe Scarlett or Snake Eyes tells the Joes about the relationship and past between the two men. I’m the end I think it ends on a hopeful note that Snake Eyes will eventually get Tommy back (maybe Tommy left him a gift).

I just love the idea of Snake Eyes’ face being revealed to Joes and many of them realizing that Snake Eyes is very attractive (Henry Golding), and Tommy being both very smug/amused and annoyed by this fact.