#hail-the-one-eyed-king

[the-ghoul-remains]

@hail-the-one-eyed-king‘s Arima no longer knows what to do to stop his son (our Black Reaper) from crawling back to his toxic ex/boyfriend/ex/boyfriend/ex/bo - ( @blood-driven )

Commissioned by: @blood-driven Artist: https://www.deviantart.com/archivistsoot

[kusatta]

moved from legacy. / @hail-the-one-eyed-king.

another twitch of his finger at the other’s words,   he does his best to keep his eyes open,   to keep his gaze focused upon him,   a desperate attempt as another croak leaves him,   perhaps something akin to a sob,   or a pained scream,   muffled by tubes   &   oxygen mask.   he had to remain calm least they sedate him again.   he allows heavy lids to flutter close,   perspiration falling from his temples as hair stuck to the sides of his face like a halo.

the pain he was feeling was almost numbing,   but his sacrifice lead to a catalyst of rebirth,   the survival of a loved one.   should arima ever be so inclined to hint at the truth,   it would have all been bearable,   worth it.   even knowing the excruciating pain he was feeling now,   he would perform that same act of loyalty,   utter devotion,   over & over again.

there’s not much he can do from his current position,   lips parted as he inhales sharply.   lashes flutter open again,   a new determination set within his gaze as finger taps against bed sheets.   he wanted whatever arima would give him.   hope,  finality,   death.   it didn’t matter,   so long as he knew.   ‘   please,   ‘   he wants to say,   ‘   please,   tell me why you went through the trouble of finding me.   ‘

[blood-driven]

“You have to have something to loose to be afraid and I have already lost it all.” 

@hail-the-one-eyed-king​

[mice-rats-daily]

Today's rat is One-Eyed Simon from All Hail King Julien!

[anyca786]

"THERE IS SOMEONE WE WISH TO INTRODUCE YOU TO"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly relationship, family fluff, Alicent being a bitch.

Series

When Daenys, Daemon and Rhaenyra along with their children made their way to Kingslanding after many years of exile, they did not expect such a cold greeting.

No one was present in the courtyard and it was clear that they weren't welcomed here.

Daenys has arrived on dragon back, while Daemon and Rhaenyra arrived by the carriages along with the children and the handmaidens.

Ser Steffon announced their arrival, "All hail Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and Heir to the Iron Throne, and her royal consort Prince Daemon-"

The gate open once again, revealing Daenys.

"and Princess Daenys"

Daenys walked over to her family with a smile as she assisted Rhaenyra in stepping down from the carriage.

"Thank you, my love," Rhaenyra pecked her cheek and finally took in the sight of the Keep. This was the place where she grew up and somehow it did not feel like home at all. There was only one person that showed up.

Lord Caswell was the only one for their arrival. "Welcome back Princesses." the man stepped forward so he was now in front of the royal family.

"Lord Caswell." Rhaenyra greeted, but still mildly shocked and offended by the lack of greeting from the others.

"Lord Caswell. I'm happy to see that you are doing well," Daenys smiled at him.

"I was expecting better," Rhaena comments earning a snort from Luke and a smirk from Daenys.

They made their way inside and immediately noticed that the Valyrian decorations that were once proudly displayed had been totally replaced. The Three Dragons couldn't help but grimace.

"I would say it's nice to be home, but I scarcely even recognize it," Rhaenya uttered with a twitched eye when she saw the seven-pointed star.

"Mm.' Daemon eyed his surroundings in disgust.

"Viserys wouldn't let this happen," Daenys commented, grabbing Daemon's hand. Five years have passed and not once did Daenys communicate with Alicent or her children.

She was disappointed and ashamed hearing rumors of Aegon's horrific behavior toward women. It made her lose all hope for him. She thought of Halaena and Aemond, hoping they were doing well. She wondered how Viserys third son, Daeron looked like. She have never met the boy, courtesy of Alicent and Otto sending the boy away to Hightowers.

"What's wrong, my love?" Daemon asked, when he noticed her silence the whole time they made their way through the Keep.

"I was just thinking of Helaena and her children. She has twins; a boy and a girl, just like me. I might consider seeing her later when we settle down."

The children went straight to their assigned rooms, Daenys's handmaiden assured her that she'd be with the younglings the whole time.

Daenys gave the little ones, final kisses on their heads as they parted their ways.

Walking towards Viserys's chamber, Daenys held Daemon's and Rhaenyra's hand to calm her nerves.

The room was dark but the sunlight entered the windows and curtains. Rhaenyra was first to let go and approach the weak King while Daenys and Daemon stayed close to one another.

Rhaenyra called out to her father, "Father?" she slowly sat on the side of his bed.

"Who goes there?" Visery's voice sounded dry and cracked.

"It's me, my King..Rhaenyra," she said gently with a slight break in her voice at how her father looked. "I'm here with Daenys and Daemon."

"Oh," Viserys exhaled, the smallest smile graced his face but faded away when the pain settled in again, "Help me up"

Rhaenyra gently helps up sit up from the bed.

"It's been so long," Viserys cried.

Daemon took a deep breathe and avoided Viserys eye contact and Daenys grabbed his arm in comfort, her eyes pooling with tears. Guilt ran through both of them, for leaving their brother defenseless in the viper's den.

"The Seasnake has suffered a grave injury in the Stepstones," Daemon said.

"When?" Viserys asked, shaking his head. "We won that war years ago?"

"No, the Triarchy is resurgent," Daemon responded finally stepping forward to confront Viserys for the first in years properly without any quarrel or resentment. "The fighting is the answer, brother. There is a petition to decide upon the succession of Driftmark."

"Petitions?" Viserys asked, bringing a hand to the bandage over the half of his face. He slowly rubbed at the skir underneath, "Alicent and Otto...they see all that business now."

"No, brother listen to me," Daemon said, "You are to affirm your position for Lucerys, to be Corlys Velaryon's successor-" He pressed.

Daenys grabbed his arms, signaling now is not the time.

The King slowly smiled seeing his sister yet concern filled his tone, "Has something happened to Lord Corlys?"

The door opened to reveal two handmaiden's along with Aegon, Viserys, Aegor and Viseria.

"Father" Rhaenyra said to Viserys softly, "There is someone we wish to introduce you to,"

As Rhaenyra goes to grab the children, Viserys pants in exhaustion and pain, seeing Daemon and Daenys he acknowledged them.

"Daemon... Daenys"

"Brother," Daemon said, while Daenys held back her tears.

'Who is that?" Viserys asked as Rhaenyra got ahold of the little Prince who giggled happily.

Daenys grabbed Aegor wrapped in a soft bundle, from the handmaiden, placing a kiss on his small forehead.

"Father.. this is Aegon," Rhaenyra said proudly, "And this.. is Viserys"

"Ah, Viserys.. " he said happily, his eyes filled with life for the first time in years carefully touching the baby. "Now that is a name fit for a King."

His eyes fell on his sister, "Daenys... who is that?"

"This is Aegor" Daenys managed a weak smile not wanting to cry at his appearance, "And-"

"And is this Viseria," Daemon said cradling the Princess in his arms.

"Look at you, a mother now" Viserys chuckled, but suddenly he started to feel pain making the children panic. Daemon handed the baby princess to the handmaiden, when she started crying hearing her older brothers.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he said apologetically in a breathless tone, "Please. My tea, My tea."

"What tea?" This?" Daemon gestured to the cup at his beside the table.

"Yes. Yes." Viserys cried.

Daemon handed his brother the cup making him sigh in relief after taking a big gulp. Daemon took the cup back and smelled it as he gave his wives a suspicious look.

🥀

Daemon decided to take a seat while Daenys sat on his lap, his arm was wrapped warmly around her waist. They watched Rhaenyra pace back and forth in the room.

"He looked like a diferent person," Rhaenyra commented her face willed with trouble. "I believe that we should also consult Maester Geraadys. Perhaps if he could see the King he'd suggest a different --" Rhaenyra extends her hand and Daemon grabs it gently.

But before anyone could comment the doors opened and Alicent Hightower walked in with her head tall wearing a dark green dress with a seven-pointed star adorning her chest.

"Princess Rhaenyra." Alicent looked at Rhaenyra then finally settled on the other two and paused momentarily to catch her breath when she caught sight of the purple-eyed Targaryen sitting on her husband, without any shame.

"Princess Daenys, Prince Daemon. It has been so long since we were granted the joy of your presence."

Alicent's eyes fell on the faded scar on Rhaenyra's arm which she covered and then on Daenys, she could see a faint scar hidden behind the necklace.

Daemon glared at the Queen and pulled Daenys closer.

"Indeed it has been, Alicent," Daenys said, refusing to address her as the Queen.

'Though not long enough to merit a greeting upon our arrival," Daemon commented.

"I'm sure the Queen had pressing business, my love," Rhaenyra said to Daemon.

Daenys placed a hand on her stomach to ease her anxiousness. Rhaenyra gladly took hold of her aunt's hand in hers and lifted it to kiss the back of her hand before setting it back on her round stomach.

"Yes, what can either of us know about ruling a kingdom?" Daenys said bitterly.

"I do not rule, as you know. My father and I are merely stewards of the King's will and wisdom-"

"And how exactly is what wisdom expressed...hmm in blinks and wheezes? I'm surprised he could remember his own name." Daemon cocked his head to the side looking at Alicent, hatefully.

"King Visery's condition has worsened since you last saw him. He deals with a considerable amount of pain. The maesters-"

"Ah the Maesters," Rhaenyra chuckled lightly, walking over to Alicent,"It is they who keep him abled on the milk of the poppy, while the Hightowers warm his throne"

"Rhaenyra, if you would see him without it. Almost blind with suffering-" Alicent said with a slight tone of distress.

Daemon interrupts her"Alicent, I have no doubt it was...an act of purest mercy," He gently tapped Daenys's thigh and she gets up from his lap, then he walks over to Alicent, "but tell me, for the King's suffering did the maesters also prescribe the removal of Targaryen heraldry and the installation of its stead of various statues and stars?"

"The emblems of the Seven serve only to guide us on an uncertain path," Alicent said more sharply taking a bit of defense, "to remind us of a higher authority"

"What an insult to the Valyrian lineage! Thank the gods, my forefathers are not here to witness this" Daenys rolled her eyes.

Alicent flinched at her words making Daemon chuckle.

"And on the morrow, which authority will sit in judgment of my son's claim to his own inheritance?" Rhaenyra asked.

"That would be mine .. . and the Hand's" Alicent said.

Daenys huffed annoyed.

"But be assured, the Father is just and commands me to forget the accusations you have held in this room today." Alicent said and left the room.

"Cunt," Daenys commented making Daemon and Rhaenyra laugh.

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Daemon was playing with Princess Viseria and Daenys was nursing Prince Aegor. Rhaena watched over Aegon, Viserys and Joffrey playing with their wooden toys while Jacaerys tried to cheer Lucerys up over something.

Rhaenyra walks in the chamber to her family, "Children, why don't you all start heading out? I need to speak to your mother and father"

Once the kids left it was just the three dragons.

Daenys carefully placed Aegor on the bed, sleeping peacefully, drunk on milk and walks over to her wife.

"Everything will go alright," Daenys said pulling her into a kiss, " Have you talked to Rhaenys?" She asked.

"She despises me." Rhaenyra huffed.

"Yes, but she hates Vaemond more. I wish you didn't have to be there," Daenys said, enveloping her into a hug "You should be resting, this stress isn't good for the babe."

Daenys pulls away not before kissing her lips again, Daemon joins them kissing Daenys passionately and placing a kiss on Rhaenyra's forehead.

"You both are so good to me." Rhaenyra stared at them with love in her eyes. How did she get so lucky?

"It's because I love you. And we care about you"

Daenys took her hand, and this time kissed the back of her hand, "Now let us not keep everyone waiting."

A/N: Will try to give you'll one more chapter today😭

[nelkcats]

Nature is watching you

It had been days since the Justice League had begun fighting the most powerful entities they had ever seen. Days since the earth itself had been against them.

It all began when the weather changed from one second to the next: Heavy storms in Metropolis, hail in Gotham, blizzards in Central City. Then carnivorous plants grew at every point on earth (and it wasn't Poison Ivy, they checked), by which point it was obvious that a larger force was to blame.

John Constantine identified them as "Vortex" and "Undergrowth", though he couldn't quite explain what they were, however he warned them not to confront them, letting them get bored would be the safest thing to do (the man looked uncharacteristically pale as he commented the last part). The League did not listen to him, worried about civilian casualties and confronted both beings anyway, they had fought Gods, surely it wouldn't be different.

It became clear that they made the wrong decision when they noticed most of their members were incapacitated or injured after a couple of days, and the beings had not been harmed in the least. Vortex laughed as Undergrowth looked at them, disgusted.

Their last confrontation was in Gotham so it was no surprise that Nightwing and Red Hood continued to evacuate civilians to a safer location. Jason noticed the moment when one of the civilians ran the other way decisively, the vigilante sighed as he indicated Nightwing that he would go after him. His brother nodded before Red Hood chased after the stupidly brave black-haired, blue-eyed boy, damn, he hoped Bruce didn't see him.

Unfortunately, he was just in time to see him run over to where the League was and stand in front of the two enemies, it was obvious the heroes were trying to push him away but they were either too hurt to move or didn't notice. Jason was about to yell at him to get out of the way when the boy spoke.

"STOP!"

The boy was clearly frustrated, and his face wore an annoyed expression. Jason noted the moment when the rest of the heroes noticed the boy standing in the middle of the battlefield. Supes had a devastated expression on his face.

Jason ran to the boy (who was strangely fast), he didn't know who he was but he would hate to see him die. He wondered if it was too late when both beings noticed him. They seemed strangely frightened? Jason guessed it was a trick of their eyes.

The battlefield was suddenly silent. It seemed like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to happen.

"I told you to stop" the black haired boy spoke again, his voice echoed in the silence, annoyance could still be heard in his tone. It was obvious he wasn't afraid. Without the heroes noticing, the plants and clouds stopped moving.

Quickly coming to his senses and noticing something, Superman shouted a warning as he looked at the hand of one of the beings pointing at the frail boy in front of him. He looked at Red Hood, who was running towards the scene but wouldn't make it in time, before looking at his own body, too damaged to move.

Contrary to what everyone expected, both beings lowered their heads, clasping their hands nervously, as if they weren't sure if they should kneel.

At the end, they lowered their heads in front of the boy in submission, looking defeated and strangely embarrassed.

"Sorry, my King" both said.

Danny snorted as he folded his arms. Jason, who had made his way over to where the halfa stood, looked at the three confused, what the fuck?

[ornii]

“My Sweet Rheanerya…”

Rhaenyra X Male Twin! reader

“All Hail the Twins of the Hightower!”

Born to the house of Hightower much was expected of you and your dear sister Alicent. Keeping up appearances was a challenge for one such as yourself, Alicent however took it in stride. They say that twins are one soul, but simply two bodies, that couldn’t be further from the truth. While Alicent was temperate, calm, rational you were the complete opposite as some would say, Wrathful, Prideful and A bit arrogant, you made for an excellent knight, and a chip on your shoulder to prove your worth. Thankfully an opportunity had arisen in time, Kevan the Barbarian, a brigand who’s made camp with his men off a road to Kings landing, smart woodsmen and decent terrain fighters.

You Knelt down in your clad armor, dawning the Hightower sigil. Removing your gloves you point at the dirt diagram you made with your soldiers, twenty loyal men to the Hightowers. “The camps been surrounded in oil, but a small point near the fronts been untouched, we light the circle and pincer them in, leave the Captian alive of course, if the men show resistance, the Kings ransom has ordered them dead..” You stood up and a soldier handed you a helmet.

You and the men approached the forest and walked in, the pitch darkness was dimly lit by the encroaching moonlight, until distant flames dance in the air, torches. Kneeling down you and soldiers crept close and began to smell the oil. You raised your hand and clenched your fist, making the signal. Using sticks and thick oil soaked cloth wrapped around, they smacked flint against stone and lit up the torches, landing them on the ends of the oil, the flames burst and began to swirl around the camp. Soldiers stood up in shock as you stepped out of the encroaching darkness into the burning light. You eyed the leader, who was stuffing his face of the bread he had robbed and killed for. Your soldiers approach to bolster your position.

“Surrender, and be shown mercy..” you yelled, booming your choice under the raging flames, and of course the brigands didn’t yield and attacked. You motion for the soldiers and they charged in, it was a slaughter, the brigands were proud men, but awful against top notch armor and weapons. You calmly watched men die, blood splatter and limbs fall. You stepped to Kevan who growls like a hurt animal. His men all dead, him surrounded.

“Sword, Shield.” You commanded, putting your helmet on and a pair of soldiers deliver your sword and shield, gripping the hilt you raised your sword from the sheath and gripped the reigns of the shield. You duel with the brigand. Ducking the swings of his hefty axe you roll though with a cut to the inner thigh. He crumbled for a moment before roaring back up to fight, it’s obvious that this isn’t going to be easy. You took a defensive stance as he swung, using the shield to absorb most of the blow, but the attack was much stronger than you expected. The shock sent the shield into your face, hitting you square in the nose, and forcing you in the ground, blood leaks from your nose and you look up to the axe ready to kill.

You took his pride into account and picked the shield back up, deflecting each heavy blow until he was confident you couldn’t fight back, before the last swing you gripped your sword, he swung and you rolled quickly, the force jams the axe into the ground and you recoiled with the hilt of the blade straight to his jaw, and a shield base straight to his face, knocking him out cold. You stood up, panting. “Tie him. Prepare him for kings landing.” You shook off the hits and walked off, the flames dancing in your wake.

Upon your horse you entered the main courtyard of The Red Keep with your soldiers, you proudly made way for Kevan, who was bound and gagged on the back of your horse. Your head jerked up to the stairs, and an approaching Alicent, you gave a wholesome bow. “Sister! Father isn’t going to grace his loyal sword with his presence?” You asked, a bit hostile, but not towards your dear sister. Alicent put on a face and pouted slightly. “Dear Brother.. I presume this is, Kevan?” She asked, you unseated yourself from your steed and walked to face Kevan.

“Yes, this is the man who would dare utter such heinous words about the princess. I believe Kevan you said she was a.. I believe you said “White haired cunt, correct?” You asked, before Kevan could grumble up something you elbowed him straight in the nose, “Make you pleas to the king, not me. I however, won’t be so merciful. Take him.” You ordered the soldiers and they dragged him off your horse and to the dungeons. You walked up the flight of stairs to walk with your sister.

“Father truly did not wish to see my work” you asked, Alicent kept her eyes forward, “you mean the work he didn’t approve of and that you did regardless? No, so he sent me in his stead, a show of.. acceptance I suppose.” She said, not particularly buying her father’s excuse.

“Or a way of establishing us as capable as the Targaryens.” you suggest, and walk with your sister though the keep to your bed chambers. “Speaking of Targaryen.. how is Lady Rhaenyra?” You asked, hesitation and, curiosity in your voice. Alicent had a slightly Cheshire grin. “She’s studying.. alone, you shouldn’t pester her.”

“I do not “pester” the princess.” You retort.

“What would you call it then? I doubt she enjoys your constant company.” Alicent replied in jest, you faked shock. “My dead sister, how hurtful.” You then laughed, but a serious tone began to overtake.

“I do worry of the princess. Of her station.. I hear of King Viserys’ attempts to.. produce an heir.” You put it gently. Alicent bit her lip slightly. “She is the rightful heir, firstborn of the King, you’d do well to remember that.”Alicent replied with a stern tone. You two entered your bedchamber and you placed your helmet on your desk. “I mean no disrespect to her, you know that..” you sat in your chair, and Alicent walked up behind you, grabbing the buckles under your armor, the relief of pressure as your armor was finally taken off allowed you to sigh heavily with relief.

“Thank you..” you uttered, relaxing. Alicent spots more blood on your armor and a look of worry went on her face. “Tell me… how- did you capture this brigand?” She asked and took off you gauntlets and let them slip on the ground, “Simple, I.. baited him into almost killing me.” What you said wasn’t technically a lie, just a badly simplistic version of what transpired.

“Really?” She replied, the dried blood on your armor said otherwise. Before she could ask, you cut her off. “Alicent.. I want to know your honest opinion.” You started, you watched your sister walk to face you, silently waiting for your question, and you took a major gamble.

“Do you.. do you think I could marry Rhaenerya?” Your question sounded absurd to most simple nobles and common men, but you, perhaps it was the case. Alicent felt the honesty in your choice, “You wish to be king?” She asked, and to be honest it never occurred to you, your shock caught her off guard by her question, “Oh.. I would be, wouldn’t I?” You said, Alicent sat across from you.

“You first thought of marrying her not for the throne, but because you truly do love her, I.. don’t wish to be a bearer of bad fortune brother but… the princess has, obligations.. she’d most likely marry to a high lord to establish an alliance… and, Hightower isn’t enough of a profitable obligation to consider..” Alicent had attempted to be as kind as possible about it, but the rejection was all the same. All of what she was; was true, Alicent reached out to try and offer you comfort but you quickly smiled.

“A conquest for another knight then, many suitors still await me.” You stood up grinning and began to undo your played leggings.

“All things considered I had thought it was just a fools errand.” You said, still putting on a strong face, Alicent could see it was a fair enough mask to hide the hurt. Alicent knew pestering you would only set in motion more walls for the twins to be separated by, so she simply let it alone.

“The Kings Tourney begins in the morrow. Alicent said, not able to look at you as you drop your armor. “I doubt father would let me join, although Gwayne might take a stab at it.” You suggest, and then sit back down, “I assume you and Rhaenerya shall be watching? I intent to as well, if father allowed…” you trailed off and smiled, “regardless I’ll be there—“

Before you and mutter another phrase, knocks echo at the door and a soldier opens it, he side steps and allows someone inside, Rhaenerya. Her eyes trail the room and lay upon you, both you and your sister bow.

“Your grace.” You both spoke, Rhaenerya smiled and approached, “You can stop being so formal.” She watched you turn your head back up.

“Right… I hear that there will be a tourney for your brother I believe?” You started, Rhaenerya kept calm but a slight shift in her footing said more than expected. “That is what I hear, I presume you’ll be attending it?”

“With you there? Of course.” You said instinctively, realizing you blurted that out, to attempt to apologize. “I.. I’m sorry—“

“Stop apologizing, no need to, Alicent I’m ready to continue my lesson, and (Y/n), I appreciate you defending the honor of your princess. Although I saw no real harm in letting a Brigand wag his tongue.”

“I just couldn’t let them speak ill of you..” you mumbled, you were confident, cocky and powerful but when it came to Rhaenerya, it all meant nothing.

“Honorable indeed… you spent a week searching for them, it’s.. good to have you back.” Rhaenerya departed with your sister after those words. You considered what Alicent said, the painful truth, but at the same time, to let this chance slip by.. regardless if you succeed or not

You will confess your love to her, you will win her heart…

[dionysusmybeloved]

HOMERIC HYMN #7

TO LORD DIONYSUS

I shall recall to mind how Dionysos, son of glorious Semele,

appeared on the shore of the barren sea,

on a jutting headland, looking like a young man

in the first bloom of manhood. His beautiful dark hair

danced about him, and on his stout shoulders he wore

a purple cloak. Soon on a well-benched ship

pirates moved forward swiftly on the wine-dark sea;

they were Tyrsenians led by an evil doom. When they saw him

they signaled to each other and then leapt out and quickly seized him

and put him on board their ship, glad in their hearts.

They thought he was the son of a Zeus-cherished king

and wanted to bind him with painfulshackles.

But the shackles could not hold him and the withes fell far away

from his hands and feet; and he sat there smiling and dark-eyed.

When the helmsman perceived what this meant,

he quickly called upon his shipmates and said:

“Why do you seize and bind this mighty god, you crazy men?

Our well-made ship cannot even carry him!

He is either Zeus or Apollon of the silver bow,

or Poseidon, because he looks not like a mortal

but like a god who has his home on Olympos.

But come! Let us leave him upon the black mainland

at once! Do not lay hands on him; he might be angered

and he might raise violent winds and a great storm.”

So he spoke, but the captain scolded him with harsh words:

“Madman! Keep your mind on the tail wind, and hold all the lines

and hoist the sails of the ship. The men will take care of him.

I reckon Egypt or Cyprus is his destination,

or the Hyperboreans or yet some more distant land.

When we are through with him he will talk about his friends

and brothers, and all his goods, since some god has sent him our way.”

This said, he hoisted mast and sail on the ship,

and the wind blew the mainsail full as they pulled the lines

tight on both sides. But soon wondrous deeds unfolded before their eyes:

first throughout the swift black ship sweet and fragrant wine

formed a gurgling stream and a divine smell

arose as all the crew watched in mute wonder.

And next on the topmost sail a vine spread about,

all over, and many grapes were hanging down

in clusters. Then round the mast dark ivy twined,

luxuriant with flowers and lovely growing berries;

the thole-pins were crowned with wreaths. When they saw this

they ordered the helmsman to put the ship to shore.

Now the god became a fearsome, loud-roaring lion

in the bow of the ship and then amidships

a shaggy bear he caused to appear as a portent.

The bear reared with fury and the lion scowled dreadfully

on the topmost bench. The crew hastened in fear to the stern

and stood dumbfounded round the helmsman,

a man of prudent mind, as the lion swiftly lunged

at the captain and seized him. When they saw this,

they escaped evil fate by jumping overboard into the shining sea

and turning into dolphins. But, pitying the helmsman,

the god held him back and made him most happy with these words:

“Courage! . . . you are dear to my heart.

I am loud-roaring Dionysos, born of the daughter of Kadmos,

Semele, who found love in the arms of Zeus.”

Hail, lovely-faced child of Semele! There is no way

one can forget you and still compose sweet songs.

(trans. by Apostolos Athanassakis)

[glittergelpensblog]

In the Dark (I)

Eventual Azriel x Reader Witch!Reader Word Count: 3,009 words Summary: You were a witch made into High Fae by your family, kidnapped by the King of Hybern. After he attempts to use your power, you are saved by the Night Court Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, canon violence, graphic descriptions of death, torture, fire, scars, please let me know if I forgot anything! Note: Thank you so much for all of the love on this story! This is a lot of world building and seeing where the reader came from, but I have big big plans for this story, and have never been so excited to flesh a work out! Thank you again :)

Prologue

Chapter One

You sat in silence, swishing your fingers in the giant tub in what Rhysand called the Townhouse. 

The water was now cold, and tinged dark from all the dirt you had accumulated over the months in that cell. It took almost an hour to scrub off the caked dirt and blood that seemed to tattoo onto your body, and your skin was now red and felt raw. 

You couldn’t avoid speaking to the others for much longer.

You arrived at the Townhouse, after Mor dropped off the two Fae ladies she had grabbed, Nesta and Elain, at another home in a mountain. She gave you a brief explanation of who she was, and what had happened at Hybern, before she winnowed you to the Townhouse to meet the others. 

As soon as you arrived they all began bickering, and two wraiths, Nuala and Cerridwen, gently guided you upstairs, taking you to a room more extravagant than you had ever seen in your witch village. Nuala set a plate of food on the small desk in the corner before gesturing to the bathing room, then she walked through the wall and disappeared. 

The way you ate the dinner was embarrassing, the first real meal you had eaten in months. You devoured it so fast that you had thrown it up into the toilet. Your body wasn’t used to real sustenance after being fed stale slices of bread and water laced with fae bane for months. After you were done being sick, you found a note on the desk, telling you to come downstairs after you bathed and changed. 

You sighed, stepping out of the cold water and drying yourself. You made your way to the bed where you found an outfit laid for you on the bed, a knit sweater and a simple pair of jeans. You quickly dressed, and stepped into the hallway, unsure of which way to go before Cerridwen appeared, and guided you downstairs into the main living area. 

The bickering court was now silent as you entered the living room, and before you sat three of the people from Hybern. Rhysand, the High Lord sat next to Mor on the couch, and to her left was the man who had an arrow in his chest earlier, who you hadn’t had the chance to meet before he was whisked away by healers, along with the male with shredded wings. The latter  was absent, his injury too serious to be out of bed by now. In the armchair next to the sofa was a woman who appeared to be High Fae, but you knew wasn’t. You could sense her power from where you stood at the entryway, and her eyes gleamed pure silver, like mist moving behind glass. 

All of their eyes were on you as you stepped foot into the room.

“Y/N, come sit,” Rhysand spoke gently, gesturing to the plush sofa across from him and the others. You did as asked, sinking into the cushions before a plate of tea and pastries appeared on the table between the couches. Your stomach grumbled, but you ignored the pastries, pouring yourself a cup of tea in fear of the sickness that hailed your body from when you ate earlier. 

“This is Azriel,” He gestured to the winged man to the right, “And Amren.” He leaned his head towards where the silver-eyed woman sat.

You quietly spooned honey into the cup, stirring it as you sat back into the couch before meeting everyone's expectant eyes. “What do you want to know?”. You internally cringed at how weak you sounded, your voice shredded and raw from all of the screaming earlier.

“Tell us what you can bear.” Mor spoke softly, her warm brown eyes meeting yours, filled with such compassion you almost teared up, the most emotion you had seen in months.

“I don’t even know where to start.” Your voice cracked, and heat filled your cheeks. Embarrassment washed over you. You are not weak. You told yourself. You are not afraid. 

“The king said you were a Witch,” Rhysand prompted, “How is that possible?”

You swallowed, pushing down the lump in your throat, “Witches were never extinct,” You told the High Lord, “Yes, we were mostly gone after the war, our population was decimated. But we still exist.” 

“How did no one know?”

“We kept hidden,” You took a sip of your tea. “After the war, our ancestors migrated to an island off the coast of the mortal lands. We hid the island with magic, similar to a glamour. We– they wanted to stay hidden, and were tired of getting caught between human and Fae conflict.”

Fae, witch, the words felt lost in your throat. What even were you anymore?

“Then how did Hybern find you?” The one with wings asked. Your eyes snapped to him, and his hazel ones flickered in the reflection of the roaring fire to the left. Shadows swirled and danced behind him, blending in with the web of light and dark emanating from the flames. 

“I still don’t know, to this day.” You paused. “He would taunt me about how easy we were to find, but never how he did so. He invaded in the middle of the Night. He took me in my sleep, and made me watch as he killed my sister. Then he burned down my village, he made me watch that as well before I was knocked out. When I woke up, I was in the dungeons.” Blood roared in your ears at the memory, full of anger, your sister's mutilated body on the kitchen table, the screams of your village as they realized they were trapped inside the flames. You felt your power gurgling in your chest, and you shoved it down deep inside, trapping it behind the iron doors you imagined sat under your heart.

Not here, not now. 

They tensed at the pulse of power in the room, before Amren spoke, changing the subject, “The king said you were made into Fae, but not by the High Lords, nor the Cauldron. He said you were made by magic, girl. I’ve never heard of magic that can do that.”

You froze, images flashing in your mind from that night, that terrible, horrible night. You felt nauseous, but you swallowed down the bile rising in your throat, and held your chin high.

“A few years ago, my mother died of a strange illness, one we did not know how to treat with magic. While she was sick, my father searched for answers, and even went to the continent to try to find them. He went mad searching, trying to find any sort of magic that could heal her. But there was nothing he could do to save her. 

“After her death, he spiraled. While searching for a cure, he stumbled upon dark, ancient magic. Magic we didn’t know existed. After she died, he kept studying it, and began practicing it. My sister and I didn’t even realize that it was consuming him until it was too late, until we couldn’t pull him back. I tried to help, but she was scared that I would get hurt. She tried everything to stop him, but she couldn’t. He had become a different person, and was no longer the male that raised us. We could barely recognize him.

“He would practice the spells in the woods behind our home, always attempting to master his newfound magic. It was dark, and evil, and my sister didn’t know what to do, how to stop it.” 

You paused and took a sip of tea before you spoke the next part, before you told the court, complete and utter strangers, of the night that haunted your nightmares, of the night when you became an outcast from your village.

Your screams from the night that still echoed in your mind.

You can do this. You are not afraid.

“He found a spell that would turn the dead into Fae, and he wanted to use it on my mother, to try to bring her back. I don’t believe it would have worked on her, she had been dead for almost a year when he found it. But he had gone mad at that point, and nothing could stop him from trying to use it. But, he wanted to make sure he mastered it first, before trying it on her. So he decided to test it on me.”

Mor gasped, her slender hand reaching to cover her mouth. Azriel and Amren stiffened, and Rhysand stared at you, eyes wide with horror. “He killed you?”

You let a deep sigh fall from your lips. “Yes, he killed me. He knocked me out while I was sleeping, and took me to the woods. When I woke up, he was explaining the spell to me. There was nothing I could do. He paralyzed me by magic, and I was too weak at the time to undo it.”

You took in a harsh breath before you continued the story. “The spell required for the body to be drained of all blood, so it could be filled with blood of the Fae. I don’t know where he got the Fae blood from, there were none living on the island.

“So he killed me– he killed me by draining the blood from my body. He cut me from my jaw all the way down to the end of my wrist, and let me bleed out.” You pulled the neck of your sweater to show how the scar continued down your shoulder, the puckered skin disappearing under the knit fabric.. A constant reminder of your slow, painful, death, and the look in your father’s eyes as he watched.  “I begged him to stop, I tried to fight. But there was nothing I could do but watch him kill me. I was too weak to fight back, my magic wasn’t strong enough yet.”

Tears streamed down Mor’s face at the story, and you blinked back yours.

“I don’t know how he did it, but he replaced my blood with that of the Fae. When I awoke–  or came back to life, I was so angry, so, so angry. That he killed me, that he chose to use me as an experiment… I was blinded with rage.  But he did the spell incorrectly. Along with life, he breathed the magic into me– magic I didn’t know how to control. He could feel it, and as soon as he saw me…” You took a pause, attempting calm, deep breaths. 

“He knew what he had done, and tried to run away from me. But I was out of control, with new power I didn’t know how to get a hold of. Before I knew it, before I even knew what was happening, I killed him.” 

The group paled, and you sat in silence as they absorbed your words, your story. 

Your curse.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You sat at the luxurious dining table at the townhouse, slowly spooning porridge into your mouth in between sips of tea. You longingly eyed the coffee that sat in a metal carafe at the center of the table, the tendrils of steam dancing in the morning sun so temptingly. You were tired, and had yet another sleepless night. Coffee would keep you awake, keep you alert, keep you from falling into another nightmare-filled sleep. 

You gave into the temptation, reaching for the carafe before a wave of nausea rolled over you, and you dropped your hand to the table, pushing away your bowl of porridge. 

You had been at the townhouse for two days, and could still barely keep a meal down. 

Amren chuckled from the seat across from you, and flicked the page of her book with her mind. “You’re going to need to eat if you wish to fight.”

“I’m trying.” You retorted, gulping down the rest of your tea. 

The night after you explained everything to the inner circle, Rhysand offered for you to stay at the Library underneath the House of Wind, where dozens of Priestesses lived after being displaced from their homes, similar to you. It was a safe space, a refuge from the world as they healed from the traumas they endured. 

You immediately turned down his invitation.

“I’ve spent ten months locked in a cell, tortured by Hybern’s soldiers with orders to break me. I am not going to give them what they want. I am not going to run and hide.” You spoke, meeting Rhysands violet eyes before looking at the rest of the Inner Circle. He and Mor nodded at your words.

To their left, Cassian, whom you had just met that morning, smirked. “I certainly don’t expect you to. You put up one hell of a fight in that throne room.” Azriel nodded next to him, his shadows that were before lazily curling around his form now tucked tight against his body.

You tensed at the sentence, “I wasn’t going to let him whore out my magic.”

You wouldn’t allow him the victory of breaking you.

After that, Amren had offered training, a way to harness and hone in your power, to control it. She was also made, and although her powers were different from yours, her training was helping, or it felt like it did. 

You needed it to.

Because if it didn’t, if you couldn’t gain control of yourself… then maybe Hybern had succeeded. 

Maybe you were broken. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“You’re not focusing.” Amren’s sharp voice cut through the silence. 

It was a simple task, something that you had done many times before you were turned. All you had to do was set a simple piece of paper on fire. 

But what once easily came to you now felt impossible to grasp. 

“I am focusing!” You snapped, and the paper fluttered to the floor from where it was hovering in the air. Gods, you couldn’t even keep the paper afloat.

“No you are not.” Annoyance laced her voice, and you could tell she was getting fed up. And so were you. 

You had never felt so weak. 

Amren sighed, and your cheeks flushed as her eyes filled with what seemed to be pity. 

You didn’t need any more pity, you felt it at dinner every night with the Inner Circle. You weren’t sure if you could take anymore of it, the pitiful looks from Mor, the softened gaze of Rhysand, and sometimes even Cassian.

Amren and Azriel were the only two who hadn’t looked at you like a wounded animal. You couldn’t lose that. 

“Try it again.”

You closed your eyes, using your magic to make the paper float. You breathed, and searched, for minutes that felt like hours, until you found the power, deep inside you, and brushed against it, awakening a tendril of the dark magic.

You opened your eyes, keeping them locked onto the paper, and willed it to burn. 

The curtains to your right erupted in flames. 

A shout from the doorway gave away the secret audience of Cassian in the entrance, and he quickly grabbed the carafe of water on the table, dousing the fire that was filling the room with smoke. 

Anger and embarrassment took over your body as your face turned red. Had he been watching this whole time? As you failed the most menial of tasks? The flames erupted again at the thought, bigger and brighter than before. 

This was so humiliating.

Amren quickly extinguished the flames with her magic before turning to you. “Well, you set fire to something, girl.”

You let out a shaky breath, and your shoulders slumped in defeat. “What’s the point? What is the point of having all of this power, if I can’t even control it?”

“It comes with time, girl.” Amren said softly.

“You need to wield your power like a weapon,” Cassian said, his eyes meeting yours. “Picture a sword, how you would strike it. Where you’d point it. Focus all of that energy into it, then release.”

You blinked at his advice, eyes wandering to the siphons atop his hands, the ones that he told you helped control his power. He too, had once not been able to control his magic, and he also had to learn to hone it. You nodded slowly at him, and used your mind to raise the sheet of paper on the floor. 

You closed your eyes as you slowed your breath, picturing the sword in your mind, pointing towards the paper in front of you. You gathered the magic, honing it to flame, the flame that had once burned your village down, the ones you hadn’t been able to stop. You focused that flame, breathing it into the sword, the anger burning through it. 

Then, you released it. 

Smoke filled your nostrils and you opened your eyes, to see the flames licking the edges of  the paper, the corners turning into ash. Tears welled into your eyes, and you pushed them down. 

But you didn’t push down the smile that now graced your lips. 

“Thank you Cassian.” You whispered, and let go of the flame. 

“Why don’t you come to training with me and Az?” 

You quirked an eyebrow at Cassian’s offer. “Training, like, learning how to fight?”

“Training your body, gaining control over it, it helps with controlling your power, easing your mind.” Cassian said. “It also doesn’t hurt to know how to defend yourself.”

Defend yourself, as you hadn’t been able to months ago. Defend yourself, if your magic couldn’t.

You looked to Amren, who nodded her head in approval. “I’ll try it.”

“We meet at sunrise every morning at the House of Wind, you’ll find me and Azriel at breakfast to take you there. I’ll have Rhys get you some leathers.”

“Okay,” You nodded your head, and he smiled before bidding goodbye. 

You looked at the ashes on the ground, the burning piece of paper that lay before you. It quickly disappeared, and was replaced with a pristine, unburnt sheet. 

“Again.” Amren ordered.

You closed your eyes, and pictured the sword.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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{The Saintess}

Legends said, since the dawn of time, there born an omniscient being in the barren Kingdom of Blizzards.

The Kingdom itself was covered in layers of snow, and a chilling cold of an eternal winter. A curse that a travelling mage has casted unto the land, for untold reasons. Crops could never grow in their land, the people suffered from famine, and the weather only made it worse. The Kingdom prayed to the above, begging for their sufferings to stop, day after day.

Then, one day, The Being awakened. It appeared in front of the King and the Court, and [REDACTED], [REDACTED]. It let out a loud cackle and disappeared. And thus the snow melted into rivers and lakes, and srpingtime came to the Kingdom of Blizzards once again.

“While whatever happened inside the Palace was deliberately destroyed, we do see the ongoing presence of a cult formed to worship the nameless being. The strange thing about this cult was that every recorded member had white hair and skin as pale as fresh snow.

Every hundred of years or so, a child was born with glassy white eyes and divine healing powers blessed by The Being itself. That child would be hailed as the saint or saintess, and raised until they reached sixteen. Only then, they would be offered to The Being, as a white eyed child was what it asked for in return of breaking the curse.

The most recent child with white eyes was a young girl with, surprisingly, hair as black as ebony. We managed to find some interesting information about her, even pictures, but never the girl herself. Perhaps the records might tell us anything that happened...”

— Archeologist [REDACTED], The curious case of the Lost Saintess.

Name: Eirene Leblanc

Age: 16

Sex: Female

Title: The 13th Lost Saintess

Born to the wealthy yet childless family of the LeBlancs, Eirene was considered a blessing, as there were no white eyed children born in the last thousand years.

The Council was put off that little Eirene had black hair, yet they could not deny her rightful white eyes. She was hailed as a Saintess until the fated day of her offerings. The people said that the room turned dark, blinding everyone presented, and there was the sound of horses neighing. Then, the Saintess disappeared.

It was an unprecedented phenomenon, as The Being appeared as a bright ball of white lights to take away the previous Saints or Saintesses.

Her whereabouts were never found, and the story of Saintess Eirene Leblanc became an urban legend whispered amongst the denizens of the Kingdom of Blizzards.

Little did they know, their Saintess laid asleep, a ebony carriage sending her to a castle looming in the distance...

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Hi, it's NightFlurry again with some more ideas about bad endings or background stories for yandere genshin characters. I'm free for anyone to add to my thoughts or comment if it's friendly and appropriate!

The country they rule is called Teyvat(obviously), and each is separated by different kingdoms depending on the element and belief they possess. Ex. Zhongli's dynasty Liyue worships the element Geo known for its contracts that last as old as the kingdom itself. Ei's empire Inazuma worships Electro, a domain rumored to have lasted for eternity hence why the people look so young and lively. Venti's kingdom Mondstadt worships anemo, for the kingdom should be as free as the winds itself. The ever-mysterious fallen kingdom Khaneriah, a thriving kingdom built with wits and determination that one day fell due to a great calamity. This continues more and more.

Their majesty's/highness (reader), kingdom Seizon-sha, doesn't worship any element instead, they worship the sun, stars, and moon, for they are the guardians of fate, time, and evolution. A kingdom large enough to rival Liyue's dynasty. However, is crippled by a lack of successors and dies from the hands of debt after spending it on foolish lavishes. This is why the King and Queen are desperate to marry their sons and daughters to wealthy kingdoms.

Some characters are Albedo, the royal high mage nicknamed the ice wizard because he lived in the ice-cold mountains of Dragonspine, but for his ever-ice-cold expression. Nobody knows his story, only knowing that he hailed from the hills of Mondstadt and then suddenly arrived at their kingdom's doorstep to work as their kingdom's mage. This surprised many people because, for a mage of his caliber, many would've expected he'd pick a more prosperous domain like Liyue or perhaps seek out the more profound mysteries of magic in Sumeru. The Mage was a bigger mystery, always locking himself inside his room for ungodly hours only to come out for refreshments or stock up on supplies. Only interact with the servants or knights when he's out and about, only talking if it's business or something important. The mage didn't even seem interested in the royal family, barely sending them a glance when they passed by, always giving quick, emotionless answers, not even sparing a hello when nobles came by. The only person the mage was willing to talk to was their Highness. The mage suddenly started conversing with them one day, and their friendship began! Or so he wants their majesty to think The image was a strange one since he never asked any of the maids to clean his room, not even when the room was so unattended when a maid, who was sent there to give him his afternoon tea, was met with a storm of dust as soon as the mage opened the door. The mage gave a quick 'thank you' before shutting the door. Nobody knew that if the maid looked a bit longer, she would've seen the erratic piles of portraits depicting their majesty in different poses strewn across the floor. Nobody knew that the mage secretly teleported their Highness into his room during their break to work as his assistant with his experiments. How can their majesty look so innocent when they sleep, not knowing a certain mage was sitting by their bedside frantically drawing in his notepad every night. Using his new invisibility magic to sneak past the guards so the reader and him. Oh, their Highness looked so cute when the new book they wanted suddenly appeared on their doorstep one day; perhaps a maid heard it! Or perhaps their stalker? When one day, a spell became wrong, transforming the mage into a lowly toad. Thankfully their Highness was there to help them, oh? You don't need to get someone else. A kiss would do, and I'm afraid Sucrose is away, so you'll have to do it. If you look closely, the crumbled page on how to properly reverse the spell sat within the ashes of the fireplace, and is it strange that the ever-prefect mage suddenly got the spell wrong just when the majesty was there?

"Your Highness, I conducted a new potion using the ingredients you generously gifted me a while ago. I'd like to call it 'Forever Yours,' a love potion growing among young nobles, so I created a potion to see if it holds any value. I also added my own twist to enhance the effects of the person that'll drink it to be utterly in love with the first person they see. You should try it since you are here. Unfortunately, I can't use myself to test it since if I get it wrong, I won't be conscious enough to create a cure. Don't worry, your highness. I'll be by your side in case something happens. So, please...Drink...Every...Last...Drop...."

Another character is Xiao, the stoic bodyguard of their highness, known among his fellow knights. as "the Vigilante Yakasha, the Conqueror of Demons" because of his demon-like power as he effortlessly sweeps through with the flurry of the wind. Seen training from the sweet crack of dawn to the quiet evening of night, not even the never-ending rain has stopped the knight from training. A mystery even to the king since he never shares anything about himself unless it's business and never goes outside the castle's walls unless accompanied by their majesty. The knight was found years ago during a royal family outing. The royal family was enjoying their time basking under the warm rays of sunlight as they greeted their people; the peace diminished when one of the guards noticed that the young heir was missing. Panicked ensued as the knights began searching for the missing heir, who they found wrapping a bandage over a beat-up orphan deep within the dangerous parts of the kingdom. The child was apparently an escaped slave from an abusive family who escaped with the skin of his teeth from the relentless dogs and soldiers that chased him. The child could flee to their kingdom before surviving on thrown-out food and living inside old buildings before being beaten by a shopkeeper for stealing bread. The heir later found him in his sorry state because the heir noticed the child's whimpers of pain while wandering. With enough pleading, the heir convinced the king and queen to let the orphan, which the Highness later named Xiao, stay at the castle as a stable boy, allowing him the opportunity to rise among the social ranks if he so wished. So for years, Xiao remained in the kingdom due to the royal family's kindness. He felt indebted to the heir since they were the angel that saved him from hell. Nobody deserves his goddess; if anybody disagrees, they'll find their tongues ripped out. What nobody knew was that during the years, the heir would constantly make visits to the cold man to talk and leave little gifts for him. Throughout the following years, he rose through the ranks and landed himself a spot as a knight due to his remarkable skills with a spear. He trained for months in unbearable training and fighting against many enemies, from armies built of thousands of men to monsters that could shake the world. He was revered for his accomplishments in winning even the most hopeless battles and his stoic-no-nonsense expression as he tore down his foes. So, why would a man with so many achievements step down to become a measly bodyguard of their Highness? He always states his reports to the king with the same blank look, casting a side glance at his fellow knights before returning to training, ignoring the blushing maids as they stare at the young knight. The only expression the servants could wring out from the cold guard was dangerous narrow eyes and a threatening grip on his sword as a servant almost burnt them with hot tea after tripping on a loose tile. Doesn't that fool realize he could've seriously injured his goddess's precious hands?!? This fool deserves to rot in hell. Somebody as worthless as him shouldn't even dare to be in the same room as them. Poor children, if only they saw the signs of unhealthy obsession. If their highness looked closely on their balcony at night, placed inside the branches of a nearby tree, lay a certain knight watching from the shadows over the sleeping form of their highness. What if somebody decides to kill them in their sleep? As their guard, I must protect them from anybody. Oh, my poor goddess, so vulnerable...so beautiful....so unsusceptible of the cruel world.... Or perhaps if they noticed that every time a noble so much as sneers at their highness, their body was soon found in a nearby alley practically mauled by a powerful demon. The demon is closer than you think, your highness. could be perhaps standing next to you, watching your back... and making sure to protect you...even if it means killing everyone in their path...

"Your Highness, please refrain from jumping out the window again I won't catch you the next time you call me. …What, but don't dare call anybody else to name besides my own. Those incompetent knights can barely protect themselves, how would they fare to protecting you? I swore that the day I became your knight, I would protect you from the evils and unworthy of this world. Besides, why are you sneaking out again? You wanted to explore the town square? …fine...but I'm coming with you. I swear, I won't rat you out to the king that you snuck out again, but you must promise me one thing...That I'm allowed to annihilate any foes that dare cross our path, and if they dare lay a filthy finger upon you..... they'll find their entire arm missing."

Ahhhh, my fingers hurt like heck after writing all this....x _ x Well, I hope you enjoyed my first writing about the idea of the Fantasy Au. I just wrote these characters because they were the first person I could think of, if you want a certain character please ask. Please comment or ask me more about it.

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This is good food right here!!!

I’m really loving how your brain works especially since I can practically picture what it’ll look like In game form. There’s something about royal high mage albedo that makes my mind go brrrr and turn into rot. Since he tried to give the reader a love potion for “demonstration” purposes XD.

I’ll definitely let you know if I have any more comments or questions about your wonderful idea. As always thanks for stopping by and if you have anymore to share fill free to dump it all in my inbox! o(≧v≦)o

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Bear Claws and Dragon Paws Chapter 2

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The prince's reaction, naturally.

It had been hours.

Logan Stormbreaker was pacing in his office, his power and magic going wild. A claim was being threatened. He knew it in the very marrow of his bones. It was a deep sense of panic and desperation that he had never felt before.

Logan’s first assumption was Hazel but the fairy should be near Kirium Territory. She had many allies and support alike to help her if she desperately needed it. But that didn’t stop the ugly head of uncertainty from turning around his psyche.

It was an inky unsettling feeling under his skin.

Someone was threatening something of his, but there was no mark. He wasn’t capable of pinpointing the source of the threat, but it was keeping him from sleep and had been for the past six hours. His energy was wild. Electric. It crackled under his scales and claws, shifting his dragon to the surface of his skin.

His half-dragon form was more monstrous than most. His scales were obsidian black. They glittered and sparkled in the passing light that dripped through the window. His tail was long with protrusions of cartilage down to the tip that looked like spikes of static. His scales were sprinkled over patches of his skin. They peaked out on his neck and forehead, covering the orbital bone by his eyes.

His horns sat at the top of his head, pushing his brown hair down the center. They curved behind his head and spiked upward as if lightning had struck him in his youth. Logan’s wings flared every other minute. With each pulse, a gust of wind furled from the force of it. The papers on his desk fluttered through the air and littered the floor. 

He didn’t care.

His hazel eyes were sharp, slit in a cat-like precision as he tried to ride his emotions. He was tempted to bite his nails, but his fangs were out and he wasn’t inclined to bite off a claw before he knew the full scope of the issue.

Ice began to form on the windows. The warmth of the castle counteracted the freezing cold of his rage and anxiety. The water trickled down the walls of his office. The wind he blasted met in the center. Together, the mixing temperatures caused a tornado as tall as his hip.

The door bursts open, a torrent of familiar magic clashing with his own. He didn’t bother to hide the effects of his anger from the long-time friend of his. "Storm Lord, calm your magic, or else what we are going to tell you will get more wild and uncontrollable."

Logan growls, low and undeterred. “I have not earned that title yet, King Leon. Prince Logan will suffice.”

He turned to the intruder. A welcome guest on Avaris, no matter the circumstance. Or so he thought. The Ancient Dragon King stood next to his mate, soon-to-be crowned Queen Adaela Swan. She stared at him wide-eyed and awed. Her eyes traveled around the room, taking in the sporadic chaos of his casual abilities.

Even though Logan knew better than to direct his anger towards the small woman, less he wanted the infamous Leon Cedarvine to attack him, he couldn’t keep the venom from his voice. The dragon beneath his skin wanted out and he wasn’t strong enough to contain the forces of nature at the bare minimum.

"What news could you possibly have that would be worse than my treasure being threatened?"

Lightning struck across the ceiling, charring the paint in a sickening black clap of thunder. Small marble-sized hailstones began to pebble in the air, hitting the top of their heads as they fell.

Leon scowled and added an extra layer of protection over his mate. “Prince Logan, control yourself. Adaela has news on Hazel that I believe you would be interested to hear.”

Taking a deep breath, Logan managed to reel in his magic and his claws. His wings closed behind his back with increasing effort. The hail dissipated and the wind left the room in a hush. With the dragon’s glow still alight in his eyes, he gave the ancient one his full attention.

“Adaela got a call from your fairy,” Leon begins, speaking instead. He moved to stand in front of Adaela, not taking his eyes off the younger male for a moment. “From the way it sounds, she was heading to the Wolvedom but was cut off on the way there." 

"WHAT?!" Logan boomed. Lighting exploded on the ceiling once more, causing a corner section to cave in on the far end of the office. The wind picks up enough to nearly throw Adaela off of her feet. She screamed and held onto Leon for dear life.

"The ones who had taken her couldn't have gotten far from that area with a fairy with a claim so obvious as yours." Leon stayed still amongst the chaos. He wrapped an arm around his mate to keep her close but he was unperturbed by the blatant show of power.

"They need help!" Adaela yelled over the wind. "We need to find them!"

Logan roared and more of his dragon features bud out as a result of his ever-growing rage. Unlike their typical half forms, this one is more unsettling. More powerful. Deadly. "I'm going to kill whoever took them from me."

Leon kept a straight face. His grip tightened around Adaela but he made no inclination to being remotely intimated or anxious in the face of such a creature. As he should. He was by far the more powerful one of the two. "Before you do, we need to find them first. Calm down before you hurt your civilians. Don't be rash."

And like that, the entire storm is silenced. Logan looked directly at Leon, his gaze hardened and sharp. "Do you have any clue of their whereabouts? The last place they were?”

"She had to run from my kingdom and was heading to the Wolfiren. I've already sent out a message to alert Linus. He will be here soon." Leon looked down at Adaela, "I didn't get to ask but do you know where in Wolfiren they were heading? Or if they were meeting anyone at the border?"

Wiping the sparkling crystals of ice off of her hair, Adaela spoke up at last. "Well... No. Not really. All I know is that she was running and by picking up her phone’s location, it told me Hazel was leaving Kirium in the direction of Wolvendom. I was going to meet up with her at noon at our cafe, I don’t know why she would have been that far away."

Logan growled deeply. The walls shook and much of the ice that had collected earlier cracked in warning. "That's not good enough."

Adaela hissed softly. The barest hint of light blue scales glittered on her forehead. It had shocked Logan enough that he dropped his shoulders at once. The girl put her hands on her hips and leaned most of her weight onto Leon beside her. "I have my phone. We can track where the call came from more accurately and give us a better starting point."

Leon shot Logan another warning glare to drop his aggressive attitude in front of his mate. The look made Logan bristle. Here he was, with his hoard and treasure threatened and nowhere to pinpoint the starting point of action. He knew Leon would have reacted the same, if not, worse. He had no place to judge. Before Logan could voice his complaints, however, Linus had all but broken the door down with his entry. "I'm late sorry."

The other prince, heir to Wolfiren, half dragon, half beastman, looked disheveled and winded. His gray wolf ears were pinned on the top of his head while his tail was pinned at the back. It was not an easy flight up to Avaris and Logan was inclined to nod in his direction in greeting instead.

The King among them straightened up when his nephew came into the room. "We just got here as well, nephew mine." Leon then looked at Adaela once more, checking over her state before returning his gaze to Logan. "Linus can track them down once he has a scent to follow. All we know is that Hazel was near the border between Kirium and Wolfiren. Tracking the location of the phone call could give us a better point of origin for our search. From there, we can track down the scents and be led right to their base of current operations."

Logan growled again. His claws onyx black claws unsheathed at once. "I'll have my people track the signal. It shouldn't be difficult. It's not like many calls come from that area anyway."

Taking great effort to control and regin himself in again, Logan turned to Adaela, being mindful of his tone and line of sight. "Are you willing to donate your time and effort to help in the retrieval of Ms. Hazel Thornhawk?"

She nodded. "Yes, of course. It wasn’t ever a question. She’s my best friend."

Logan nodded back. "Good."

Leon picked Adaela up, “Then let’s not waste more time. Linus, do you mind starting the search?” 

“Track her by Logan’s claim? I can certainly try. Hazel’s been using that scent blocker though. I can’t guarantee I’ll find anything off the bat.” Linus said. With a deep breath, he caught the chain of Logan’s scent and nodded toward the others. “I’ll let you know if I find something but I’m going in blind you know.”

Without waiting for any other word, the wolfman was out of the door.

Logan was quick to follow his example. His mind was no longer on the visiting royal couple but on a way to find and retrieve Hazel from whatever had threatened her. A voice in the back of his head badgered him on, scolding him for not making it official sooner. For not taking the time to properly court and make his intentions clear to the fairy that had captured his heart.

While Linus had taken the left to the airfares to return to the surface world, Logan took the route opposite to him. Order left his mouth at once, calling up for hackers and techies but they fell deaf in his own ears. The words were muffled and silenced. Instinct and violence beckoned his call. It was only after the machinery began to whirr to life that Logan realized his mistake.

Swallowing another growl, he returned to Adaela and Leon. Adaela instinctively took a step closer to Leon. Leon for his part raised an eyebrow. Logan forced himself to slow down. He felt silly and irrational. He was usually more composed than this. He wasn’t intending to make himself a threat, but he couldn’t claim to be surprised. "Your phone?” Logan held out a hand, deflating by the shoulders. “Please? We don't have much time."

She took a deep breath before handing it over. "Just don't break it. It's the only one I have."

“I understand.” Logan took it gently before kicking up the wind around him to return to his staff. It was cold, frigid wind, but it hardly bothered him. He gives them the phone, allowing them to do their job with little issue. 

Logan began to pace once more, tampering his magic down to avoid another mess like the one concurrently sitting in his office. The wait is agonizing. It felt as if hours had passed with every inch of his blood boiling away into a steam stream of coiling anxiety. 

It was truthfully only a few minutes.

“Your Highness!” A servant cries from the computer. “We have signal. By the base of the mountain range to the south of Avaris. There appears to be a live connection, sir!”

“Excellent.” A jolt of action kicked him into gear. He took the phone back and returned to where the royals of Kirium were waiting.  He doesn’t bother waiting for any more pleasantries. Not when there’s a part of his hoard that he must defend from others who wish to take it away. "We have coordinates. Let's go."

Knowing that Leon wouldn’t fault him for being brisk and curt, Logan transforms into his sleek black, dragon form. Without waiting for any prelude, he jumps from the nearest window and begins to fly down to the surface below his kingdom in the sky.

Behind him, he can hear Leon take to the air, no doubt with his mate on his back. Logan dove as fast as the wind could carry him through the atmosphere. The air was brisk but it did little to calm the inferno under his scales.

Hazel may not be his yet, but this was a grave mistake on their part.

[crcwninferncs]

ANNOUNCING !! princess vaelora targaryen of house targaryen hailing from kings landing. they are known to be valorous & adventurous but also, dogmatic & prideful across the realm. there are faint whispers that they support house targaryen alongside their house.

"I am no one’s shadow; my light burns where it must, no matter who it blinds."

BASIC INFO

Full Name: Vaelora Targaryen Title(s): Princess of Dragonstone, Heir to the Iron Throne, Former Commander of the Queensguard Age: 32 Gender: Non-binary, she/they. Culture/Ethnicity: Valyrian descent Appearance:

Hair: Long, silvery-white, often braided for practicality and adorned with a dragon-themed clasp when in formal settings.

Eyes: Pale lilac, striking and intense.

Build: Tall and athletic, with a commanding presence shaped by years of rigorous combat training.

Distinguishing Marks: A faint scar across her left cheek from a sparring match gone awry in youth.

PERSONALITY

Strengths: Brave, disciplined, fiercely loyal to their duties, and an inspiring leader. Exudes a sense of calm authority that draws respect from peers and subordinates.

Weaknesses: Emotionally guarded, stubborn to a fault, and prone to self-doubt, particularly concerning the strained relationship with their mother.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral – Vaelora is deeply committed to her duty to the realm, sometimes at the expense of personal relationships.

Hobbies/Interests: Hunting, reading histories of the Targaryen dynasty, and practicing swordplay.

FAMILY

Mother: Queen Visenya Targaryen II

Father: King Consort Daeron Celtigar

Siblings:

Maegor Targaryen (deceased, eldest brother)

WEAPONS/ITEMS

Sword: "Brightwing" – A Valyrian steel longsword passed down to her when she became Commander of the Queensguard.

Armor: A custom-fitted suit of white enameled armor with black and red dragon motifs.

DRAGON

Stormfyre – a shimmering silver-blue with black tipped scales. Stormfyre is kept in the dragonpit ontop Rhaenys Hill in Kings Landing. Vaelora shares a deep bond with her mount, and frequently rides off to other lands with her.

BACKSTORY

Born as the eldest daughter of Queen Visenya Targaryen II and King Consort Daeron Celtigar, Vaelora grew up under immense pressure. As the firstborn daughter of a ruling queen, their life was a constant parade of expectations, with every achievement weighed and found wanting against their mother’s towering standards. While their eldest brother Maegor was golden, beloved, and effortlessly adored by Visenya, Vaelora’s fiery independence and unyielding resolve made them a frequent target of their mother’s criticism.

From the time she could walk, Vaelora exhibited a natural inclination for combat and strategy. She was more at home sparring with wooden swords and studying battle formations than navigating the delicate world of court politics. This only widened the gulf between her and Visenya, who regarded her daughter’s martial focus as unbecoming of a princess, let alone a potential ruler. When Vaelora was eight, a stray comment about preferring her training leathers to silks earned them a public scolding. Visenya, in front of the court, declared, "A princess without grace is no princess at all." Vaelora, teary-eyed but unbowed, responded, "I will earn my worth in my own way."

This defiance defined their relationship. For every harsh word, Vaelora answered with resilience, refusing to mold themselves into the child their mother desired. Yet the effort to remain true to herself came at a cost—Visenya’s approval remained perpetually out of reach, and even Daeron, their gentle and supportive father, often found himself unable to mediate the tension between the two.

At the age of 25, Vaelora made a bold choice: they swore themselves to the Queensguard. While many saw it as a rejection of their royal duties, for Vaelora, it was an act of service to the realm that superseded personal ambition. Rising swiftly through the ranks, they became the youngest Commander of the Queensguard at 27, earning respect through their discipline, valor, and unshakable sense of duty. Their achievements in the Queensguard were a source of pride, though Visenya interpreted their decision as an abdication of their Targaryen responsibilities.

Vaelora’s tenure as Commander was marked by unwavering loyalty, even as their personal sacrifices mounted. They missed moments of celebration and family gatherings to defend the crown, their armor a constant reminder of their commitment. They never once wavered, even though they carried the weight of knowing their service was unlikely to win their mother’s favor.

The already fraught relationship between Vaelora and Visenya fractured irreparably following the death of Maegor six months ago. The tragedy occurred during a hunting trip in the Vale, an outing Vaelora had organized to strengthen the bond between their siblings. Maegor, ever eager to impress, misstepped on a treacherous cliff and fell to his death. Vaelora’s frantic attempts to save him were in vain.

The loss of her beloved son plunged Visenya into grief, but her mourning quickly turned to blame. She accused Vaelora of irresponsibility, negligence, and even recklessness, fostering a cold bitterness that infected every interaction between them. In court, Visenya’s cutting remarks about Vaelora’s leadership on the ill-fated trip echoed loudly, solidifying the court’s whispers that the eldest princess had failed in their duty as Maegor’s protector.

The decision to pardon Vaelora from their Queensguard duties was seen by many as a reward, but Vaelora themselves knew better. It was their mother’s way of tethering them back to the role they had spent years proving they could redefine. Though saddened to step down as Commander, Vaelora accepted the change with grace, knowing that their duty to the realm would always come before their personal desires.

CONNECTIONS

SIBLING DYNAMICS

Vaelora has a deep sense of duty to family, I can imagine they do their best to get along with all of the targaryen siblings.

ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS

Vaelora's time in the Queensguard meant that romantic relationships have always fallen to the wayside. Her duty has always been to her people, her family, and the iron throne. She hasn't had many impactful relationships, always keeping them at arms length.

RIVAL DYNAMICS

Anyone who opposes House Targaryen, opposes Vaelora. They make no haste when it comes to defending her house, sometimes even going too far.

[hextehc]

vague verse details a tl;dr

pre - season 1. being the top student of the academy, being favored and eyed by heimerdinger, the council, and the kirammans, he researches hextech illegally, taking several trips down to zaun to get parts he needs. he tries not stick around longer than what he needs but sometimes curiosity does get the better of him. maybe some exploration wouldn't hurt... right?

season 1. temporarily canon compliant.

season 2. temporarily canon compliant.

post - season 2 v1. under the timeline viktor had disappeared via the hexcore leaving jayce behind. a lot of factors are in play here: despite helping to fight back against the noxian invasion and due how volatile hextech had became along with previous heavy partnership with viktor, he was automatically guilty by association even with the hexcore now destroyed. the damage had already been done being imprisoned in still water indefinitely until they decided what they wanted to do with him. however, outside sources aided in his freedom right under the wardens noses. it didn't take long for them to realize he had been released and upon finding out, he is now a wanted criminal in piltover.

for now, he resides in bilgewater trying to recover / rebuild what he had lost while housing survivors guilt. his next destination: mount targon. time for his own side quests.

post - season 2 v2. affiliated with @toaugment's viktor and leans towards jayce's original lore. lives as the official defender of tomorrow when viktor escapes to zaun after his near death escape with the explosion in the council room, helping him heal via augments rather than the hexcore.

bloodborne. hails from outside of yharnam and arrived at the beginning of the blood pandemic. creating something, the church of healing

resident evil. had a really good idea but jayce isn't an alchemist but you know what he might be if i can't think of anything else ( after the racoon city incident, had created a machine to dissect medicine, which one of them had multiple strains of viruses from the past. umbrella gets a whiff and hires him as a guise that he will be helping those that need it most but instead is using his finding and research to help develop their own virus'. like what is this verse it's a joke. it'll be changed ).

baldur's gate 3. oath of vengeance paladin whos patron is raphael. read more here.

dragon age. mourn watcher trying to play frakenstein to bring his dead friend back, even at the cost of his own soul.

final fantasy 7. i'll think of something.

final fantasy 14. a highlander blacksmith with a mother from tuliyollal and father from sharlayan, he lives in old sharlayan under the talis family as renown blacksmiths but decided to join on the side in hopes to bring it to light not wanting to take over the family business. with his inventions to make the tools easier on the body and better accessible, his parents encouraged him to go to sharlayan's academy and so he does. he does so well, being the top of his class and prestigious in his classes that he gained attention of the dean and the forum members, one in particular being fourchenault leveilleur. he eventually became sponsored by house leveilleur, helping aid his own research to help aid the citizens of sharlayan, along with being gifted a soul crystal ( warrior, red mage, dragoon, or paladin i can't decide ). however, it's not without his own selfish desires of his own research right under their noses; to be changed.

final fantasy 15. born in nifelheim (might change to lucis, his scientific discovery got the eye of the king, which he was gifted magic arms) but with its war with lucis and experiences, fights for lucis instead even when he helped aid in magiteck; to be changed.

— not rly interested in skin lines but will probs make my own star guardian verse purely for self indulgent reasons

[imaginarianisms]

The crowd was deafening, though his mother's weeping and his grandfather's lectures in his head had drowned out all the voices around him. Aegon had welcomed him with open arms and a great feast, though, hailing him as the true blood of the dragon, and at the time, he'd felt exhilarated despite how utterly soaked he was.

As the night went on, though, doubt began creeping in at the recesses of his mind. "Mother have mercy on us all," he could hear his mother cry and his grandfather's displeasure, "You only lost one eye. How could you be so blind?" loud in his head. Aemond had gone so far as to go drinking and laughing with his brother the King. The longer he stayed in the throne room, though, the louder and louder the voices. The one eyed prince could not bear it any longer, so he privately excused himself, telling Aegon he simply needed some air. A faint spray of blood was still on his hands. Kinslayer, they would call him henceforth, but the Strong boys were no family of his. After all, what kind of family tore out one's eye from their socket with a dagger over an insult, yes, but honest truth nonetheless? What kind of sister threatened to torture her little brother over the open secret that no one, not even the King, dared to speak of? All of it left a burning feeling in his chest until a rippling snarl escaped his mouth.

❝Vaenna!❞

Vhagar's deep, rumbling roar could be heard from just outside the Red Keep. Her fury matched his own, though none of it was aimed at the woman he was seeking out. Aemond breathed heavily as he stepped into the royal sept, where he knew his destination would be, having been looking for her all night with his one violet eye. Gloved hands slam the doors behind him, black riding boots trek across the marble floor, the natural bloodstained blonde finally finding the Stranger's Bride at prayer.

❝Vaenna, mm,❞ his voice is low and strained as his gloved hands reached out to cup her cheeks, ❝Nyke daor ev Jaehaerys, Jaehaera se Maelor ūndegon nyke hae bisa. Nyke aemagon siñagon pa Tolmīhy bisa bantis.❞ I do not want Jaehaerys, Jaehaera and Maelor to see me like this. I have become the Stranger this night.

Because the gods knew he'd have to explain what happened to his nephews and niece one day, and they wouldn't look at him the same, the mask would fall away. Deep inhale and a hitch of breath, his thumbs stroking against her cheeks, leaning in. Soaked to the bone, he's seeking absolution in the only way Septa Vaenna knew how. What they do here was forbidden in the eyes of gods and men, but they are of Valyria. He'd taken her maidenhead the night when her father was brutally murdered at court. Prince Aemond had been with many women and men and everything in between, but the dragon was always so greedy for even the most forbidden of jewels and treasures. Vae tastes like blueberries he used to eat in the gardens of the Red Keep in summer. He may have been betrothed to Floris Baratheon, but his eye was solely on Vaenna. Nobody's son, nobody's daughter, Kinslayer, Stranger's Bride, too fitting. Whether she accepts his advances, he only wants her affection and two seconds of nothingness. I know what you are.

He need not confess his sins; she already knows. She smells like death and sea salt. She has her father's eyes. His fingers trace down her cheeks, tenderly caresses her veil as if it were her silver-gold hair underneath and gently touches her above her teal silks in the spots he knows she likes in faint strokes. This was the highest sacrilege.

❝Shijetra nyke. Tepagon nyke tepilla, Vaenna.❞ Aemond spoke in no lower than a whisper, his lips brushing against hers as he slowly backs her against the wall. Forgive me. Give me mercy, Vaenna.

@velcryons