#i was determined not to miss dragon age day this year

[synelven]

what is she pelting the patrons of herald’s rest with? you decide

happy dragon age day :)

bonus:

Inquisitor Lavellan So Sick And Tired Of Having Miscellaneous Harmless Objects Thrown At Her By Her Beloved Wife (read more on page 12)

[lyraoftheevergreens]

The Realms Enchantress

Chapter 1

nsfw: minors do not engage!

Pairing: Daemon x Fem!Targaryen Reader, Daemon x Niece!OFC

Summary: For years Daemon never had a care in the world just, sex, wine and a good battle. With the exception of his favorite niece. His little dragon he called her. He swore to be there for her and he got himself exiled when she needed him the most. Now, he returns from war at the step stones and is determined to get her back. No matter the cost.

Warnings: the usual, Targaryen incest

Authors note: I hope you all love chapter one of this fanfic idea I had in my head. I was having a hard time getting started but I hope you all enjoy it. Other than the characters being Targaryen and having Targaryen features I’m gonna try as hard as I can to get descriptive of her features.

Word count: 1,545

Tag List: open 🖤

Y/n Targaryen, on her second name day was declared the realms enchantress. To see her was to love her. Her gorgeous purple eyes could put you in a trance of awe at her beauty. She was the most treasured girl to her family, her mother and father loved her so deeply. Nobody would ever fathom Daemon capable of such affection but he loved his niece deeply. Then 3 years later came the birth of her sister Rhaenyra the realms delight. The realm had two Targaryen princess to marvel over. The king and queen had two princess to cherish. For Daemon, he was wrapped around their fingers. He greatly enjoyed teaching y/n valerian and taking her for rides on Caraxes. He would brush and braid her hair when he would walk past her chambers hear her cries and catch her fighting the handmaidens upon entering her room. “Ñuhon byka zaldrīzes, what seems to be the problem.” He says entering the door to your chambers from hearing your screams with the handmaidens. “Kepus.” You ran to your uncle tears streamed down your face and weld in your eyes as you leaped into his arms, he crouched down to catch you and held on to you tight. “I- don’t - want- my - hair- in - braids - in - the -tight - ball - on top- my head.” You choked out in between sobs that have now turned into hiccups in your uncles shoulder. That was all it took and you were sat between his legs as he brushed your hair back and he loosely braided it. Nobody had ever thought Daemon would be braiding hair, but yet here he was, braiding yours. He loved to give his two nieces gifts when he returned from his travels. Often times presenting both you and Rhaenyra necklaces made by the locals or rings and earrings. Fruit from where he had been, or clothing made from the locals. As you got older it was always Jewelry.

After riding your dragon Dirrax, you retreated to your chambers for a bath. In preparation for your 16th name day feast that would begin tonight. It was to be a 5 day celebration for the kings first born turning 16 years of age. When entering your chambers ready to instruct your maids to prepare the bath your met with a man laid in your bed. Not any man, your uncle who has been away for 2 years.

“Nyke’ve missed ao ñuhon byka zaldrīzes, Emagon ao missed aōha kepus?” (I’ve missed you my little dragon, have you missed your uncle?)

“Hen rhinka nyke emagon. Ao geptot syt 2 jēdri” (Of course I have, you left for 2 years)

“Nyke geptot naejot ensure allies hen aōha kepa.” (I left to ensure allies of your fathers remain allies)

“Syt skoro syt?” (For why?)

“Naejot ensure pōnta don’t forget skoriot pōja loyalties pirtir.” (To ensure they don’t forget where their loyalties lie.)

“I hear father has named you commander of the city watch.”

“He has.” Daemon answered with that smug smirk on his face.

“I give it a year till you are exiled once more.”

“Why must you lack faith in me, dōnus bykus talus.” (sweet little niece)

“It’s what happens is it not?”

“I brought you gift from my travels but I don’t think you’re deserving of it now. I think I shall gift it to Rhaenyra.”

“Kepus! It was only a jest. Don’t tell me you’ve lost your humor.”

“You’re lucky I haven’t, now turn around before your luck runs out.” With that you turn around and you feel him begin to lift your hair you take over and hold your hair up for him it is then that you feel the cold metal lay on your skin. His finger tips on your skin as he closes the clasp of the necklace send shivers through your body. You look down at the necklace, Valyrian steel with purple gems. “A lady in pentos was selling the stones, purple garnet I believe she called them. All I remember is that they reminded me of your eyes. So I had the necklace made from them.”

“Valyrian steel, like dark sister.”

“Yes. Now you and I both own a small piece of our ancestry.” You turn to face him so he can see it on you.

“Gevie.” He says, almost in a whisper. With that you swung your arms around his neck and hugged him tight. It didn’t take a lot to reach him now that you are 10 in 6 years of age. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, not letting you go.

“Thank you kepus, I love it. Avy jorrāelan, kirimvose.” (I love you, thank you)

“Happy 16th name day my sweet girl.”

“I am a woman grown uncle.”

“You’re the little girl that sits between my legs and has me braid her hair, Avy jorrāelan.” With that he puts you down and kisses your forehead and heads off.

“What’s wrong dear sister.” Rhaenyra enters as she sees you pouting at the door of your chambers.

“I can’t find my maids and I would like a bath.”

“So search for them.” She rolled her eyes and walked away. Leaving you stood there playing with your new necklace. A gift from your favorite uncle whom you were determined to show you are a woman grown. After having bathed and had your hair done you opted for your purple gown to match your new piece of jewelry. It accentuated your newly developed curves and breast. Daemon was surely to see you in a new light now.

You made your way to throne room turned dining hall to eat with your family and all who gathered from the realm to celebrate your 16th name day celebrations.

“Princess Y/n Targaryen!” Shouted the announcer, everyone stood as you made your way to the royal table. Sat between your mother and father. Your parents stood and greeted you, told you how beautiful you looked, your father hugged you and planted a kiss above your head. Your sister Rhaenyra of course was in her own world with Alicent. Your Uncle who was sat next to your father bowed his head to you,” you truly are a sight to behold dear niece.” With that you took your seat as many approached the table to wish you a happy name day. Everything was going well until Jason Lannister approached you, “your beauty is spoken of across the realm for great reason I see my princess. Words would never compare to the beauty sat before me.”

“What, you thought it a lie. An ill jest amongst the realm of my niece is beauty?” Began your uncle, clenching his goblet of wine. He is clenching so hard you would think it would bend in his grasp. “No my prince, not at all.”

“Perhaps you shall return to your seat.” With that said and a bow of the Lannister lads head he retreated to where he sits. Next was one of the Baratheon lads, so many of them who is whom? You never took the time to learn them. “Your graces, princess,” he bowed,” it is an honor to be here to celebrate you. You are clearly a gorgeous woman grown and when the time comes for you to begin your tour for a husband, please keep in mind house Baratheon on your travels.”

“That is very kind of you lord Rogar.” Your father thanked him.

“You are older than her father do you truly think that appropriate words for a maiden of her stature.” There goes your uncle once more.

“Daemon I think that’s enough.” Your father chimes in. Daemon just huffs and sits back in his chair glaring at the Baratheon lord.

After everyone is done eating the dancing has began, you were now on your 3rd cup of wine and were understanding why your uncle loved this stuff so much. Rhaenyra and Alicent were off dancing while you, your mother, father and uncle were sat watching the festivities before you.

“Kepus, I wish to dance.”

“Go dance than.” He said gesturing to the crowd before you.

“Please uncle. It is my name day.”

“Only because it is shall I join you.” He took your hand and you both made your way to floor to dance. Daemon had a hard time letting you go so you can switch partners like your supposed to.

“Perhaps I don’t want to share you, bykus talus.”

“The dance calls for it Kepus.”

“Im a prince, who is to go against what I say goes.”

“Perhaps me, the princess.”

“Aōha being quba issa dōna hāedar. “ (your being bad my sweet girl)

“Kostilus nyke don’t va moriot jaelagon naejot sagon dōna. “ (perhaps I don’t always want to be sweet, maybe I want to be bad every now and again)

“Kostilus ñuhon riñītsos iksos drējī grown.” (perhaps my little girl is truly grown)

“ Kostilus nyke“ (perhaps I am) with this he grabs ahold of your face. Hands gripped tightly on both sides of your face as if he is about to kiss you, you close your eyes instinctively to prepare for the kiss when you feel his hand let go of you and he walks off. Leaving you on the dance floor alone on a crowded floor.

~

Chapter 2

[moniquill]

https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/706010/to-shape-a-dragons-breath-by-moniquill-blackgoose/

ABOUT TO SHAPE A DRAGON’S BREATH

A young Indigenous woman enters a colonizer-run dragon academy—and quickly finds herself at odds with the “approved” way of doing things—in the first book of this brilliant new fantasy series. The remote island of Masquapaug has not seen a dragon in many generations—until fifteen-year-old Anequs finds a dragon’s egg and bonds with its hatchling. Her people are delighted, for all remember the tales of the days when dragons lived among them and danced away the storms of autumn, enabling the people to thrive. To them, Anequs is revered as Nampeshiweisit—a person in a unique relationship with a dragon. Unfortunately for Anequs, the Anglish conquerors of her land have different opinions. They have a very specific idea of how a dragon should be raised, and who should be doing the raising—and Anequs does not meet any of their requirements. Only with great reluctance do they allow Anequs to enroll in a proper Anglish dragon school on the mainland. If she cannot succeed there, her dragon will be killed. For a girl with no formal schooling, a non-Anglish upbringing, and a very different understanding of the history of her land, challenges abound—both socially and academically. But Anequs is smart, determined, and resolved to learn what she needs to help her dragon, even if it means teaching herself. The one thing she refuses to do, however, is become the meek Anglish miss that everyone expects. Anequs and her dragon may be coming of age, but they’re also coming to power, and that brings an important realization: the world needs changing—and they might just be the ones to do it.

PRAISE

“A thorough delight . . . To Shape a Dragon’s Breath reveals a world that is complex and political through deft, thoughtfully drawn characters who, like their world, are complicated and believable. I love Anequs!”—K. Eason, author of How Rory Thorne Destroyed the Multiverse “Imagine a world full of dragons where a newborn chooses you to be its caregiver. Imagine you have to go to a special school to learn how to train it. Imagine that almost no one at the school wants you there. This is how the well-written, compelling tale of To Shape a Dragon’s Breath begins, and once underway it doesn’t let you go.”—New York Times bestselling author Terry Brooks

[felassan]

Snippets. 🐺💜

John: "one of the funnier quirks of game dev is you will never remember missions by their real names but instead by the name you called them by for several years of development it will never be 'In Your Heart Shall Burn' for me, it'll always be Setback" [source] / Blair: "there was that awkward period where half of the DA:V ones had "gods" in the title, so discussions were always some variant of: "Did you mean 'Gods Are Back' or 'Gods Are Bad'? I've heard people mention 'Egads! Gods!' but I'm not sure if that's new or a rework."" [source] / Malcolm (in reply to John): "I have one like this in DA:Ve and I can't share it yet because spoilers but I promise you it's delightful" [source]

John: "the only one i can ever remember is 'Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts' and it's because it seems to be the only DAI mission that people constantly reference by name online" [source] / Mary: "It's proper name is "Ham Ball." I put that in the file names, even." [source]

John: "idk how widely it’s been advertised but a reminder we are doing another Veilguard Q&A on Discord this Friday noon Mountain time (so 11 Pacific)" [source] / Malcolm: "Make sure you don't tell them about that one thing that happens in that place, with the guy." [source]

Trick: "BioWare released a new screenshot of Taash! I love how it captures the amazing detail work the character artists did." [source]

Image description on the Taash screenshot in Trick's post of the cap:

"A screenshot of Taash looking off to the side. The lighting is warm like either late afternoon or an interior with a fireplace, and it catches in the gold on Taash's armor and horns. Taash looks pensive or vulnerable -- not the deadpan stare or badass determination we've seen in other shots."

pensive or vulnerable.. ohh Taash. 🥺 Trick!!

User on the screenshot: "Taash looks *completely the fuck over this shit* in a totally exhausted sort of way, here. which is, mind, amazing detail work on the character artists' party!!" / Trick: "You know, it's a spectrum." [source]

Trick on DA:I - "Miss May is amazing in many ways, and especially in finding the balance of sweetness to pain for the Solas scenes. ❤️" [source] ((thankyouuu Miss May!!))

User: "it must be basically impossible to resist putting at least one extra moon around your fantasy world" / John: "if dragon age didn’t already have two you’d better believe I would’ve added another one. sitting next to a dial titled ‘number of moons’ and every so often I add another one. anyways the thing about Satina is- (a large hook drags me offstage)" [source, two, three] ((omg.. THE SECOND MOON shfuehfuehdbdh)

User: "i've been thinking about bellara's pockets and i need to know what her thoughts on cargo pants would be. would she be a fan for the utility." / John: "she wouldn't wear them all the time - she's a firm believer in a distinction between 'work clothes' and 'at home clothes' - but she is always in search of more pockets to carry more things into the field. she'd own at least three pairs" [source]

User: "The next two months are going to feel like the Fade section in DAO 😭" / Dragon Age: "Good thing we have a Veil Jumper to help you out! 💜" [source]

User: "MY SON LOOKS SO CUTE" (re: the new pic of Manfred from today) / Dragon Age: "MY BOY MANFRED 💀💚" [source]

User: "Can we change the armor/gear on our companions?" / Dragon Age: "You can!" [source]

User: "thank you for the food 🙏🙏🙏" / Dragon Age: "Enjoy your meal!" [source]

[kckt88]

Wings of Departure Epilogue.

Summary:

'I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone' - J. R R Tolkien

Warning(s): NONE

AEMOND x O.C

Word Count: 1542

A.N - Aemond and O.C say FUCK THIS SHIT!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Tag List - @jasminecosmic99 @kaelatargaryen @yesterdayfeelings-blog @immyowndefender @0eessirk8 @darylandbethfanforever9

Vaena stood at the edge of the training yard, a serene smile gracing her lips as she watched her family. The sun cast a warm glow over the scene, its rays highlighting the vibrant energy and joy that filled the air.

Aemond, his brow furrowed in concentration, guided Aerion through his sword drills with a blunt metal sword. At the age of eight, Aerion moved with surprising agility and determination, his small frame echoing his father's stance.

Aemond’s commands were clear and encouraging, each movement and parry a lesson in both skill and discipline.

Nearby, the twins Saella and Saeryna, clapped and cheered with every successful strike Aerion made.

Rhaegar, not yet old enough to fully participate, waved his small wooden sword with earnest enthusiasm. Every so often, he would glance at Aemond, seeking approval.

The proud father, never missing a beat, would speak words of praise and encouragement, his eye twinkling with affection and pride.

In Vaena’s arms, their youngest, Daena at a year old, slept soundly, her tiny face nestled against her mother's shoulder. Drooling softly in her peaceful slumber.

The training yard of the Manse was alive with a joyful chaos—children learning, playing, and growing under the watchful eye of their father. The sight of them all together, so happy and full of life, brought a warmth to Vaena’s heart that she cherished deeply.

As Aemond continued to guide Aerion, his occasional glances towards his family spoke volumes of his love and pride. Vaena could see the joy in his eyes, mirrored by the pure adoration of their children. It was a simple moment, a slice of normalcy amidst the turmoil of their lives, but it was one that made her feel profoundly grateful.

Vaena leaned against the balustrade of their home, her gaze drifting over the city’s shimmering skyline as memories of the past five years flickered through her mind. It felt like a lifetime since she and Aemond had fled King’s Landing, leaving behind a world of turmoil and betrayal.

The journey across the Narrow Sea had been a long one, but their escape had been a daring success. They had landed in the cities of Tyrosh, Volantis, and Astapor, each place leaving its own mark on their lives.

They marvelled at the bustling markets, exotic spices, and the diverse cultures that each city offered. Yet, it was Qarth that had captured their hearts.

The city was like something out of a dream. Buildings in hues of rose, umber, and violet seemed to shimmer in the warm sun, creating an otherworldly beauty that was impossible to forget.

Fountains shaped like mythical beasts adorned every open square, and the streets were lined with statues of bronze, each telling its own silent story. The opulence of Qarth was a stark contrast to the chaos they had left behind.

The ruler of Qarth had greeted them with open arms, no doubt enchanted by their dragons. In return for their grand lodgings, befitting their status as Targaryen royalty, Aemond and Vaena agreed to have their dragons guard the city and act as a deterrent against any potential thieves passing through the Jade Gates.

The dragons thrived in the warm climate and abundant food of the Jade Sea. Vhagar, in particular, revelled in the sun-soaked days, often found basking on a sandy dune, contentedly napping.

Cannibal, though still fearsome, had developed a surprisingly tender bond with Silverwing, who in turn had delivered another clutch of eggs. The arrival of the eggs had meant that each of their children were now blessed with a companion of their own, the skies of Qarth often alight with the sounds of hatchling dragons learning to fly and hunt.

News from Westeros had trickled in slowly. Rhaenyra had claimed the Iron Throne, and Aegon had been executed—a mercy killing at Daemon's hands, as the rumours suggested, although the same couldn’t be said for those charged with treason.

The fallout from Aemond's moon light flit had been significant. Rhaenyra, enraged by the escape was convinced that Alicent had tipped him off, and had her confined to her chambers, only allowing a septa to attend her.

Helaena and Jaehaera had been spared, and so had Daeron, who had joined the Queens Guard. Aemond scoffed when he heard the news, declaring it as a way for Rhaenyra to keep his little brother under her control, but deep down Vaena knew he was glad that they were alive.

Despite the tension and anger at Vaena’s role in Aemond’s escape, Rhaenyra had demanded her return. Her threats to force Vaena back to Westeros had been met with defiance.

Vaena had abdicated her claim as heir to the Iron Throne in favour of Jacaerys, a gesture that did nothing to calm Rhaenyra’s wrath.

The Queen's growing impatience had been tempered by Lord Corlys, who wisely noted that antagonizing Qarth so early in her reign would be unwise.

Reluctantly, Rhaenyra had been forced to let go of her demands, although she later tried to claim that Aemond had been exiled from Westeros indefinitely, which was obviously an attempt to save face and quell any demands by Aegon’s supporters for Aemond to be crowned King.

As the training session drew to a close, Aemond wiped the sweat from his brow and walked over to where Aerion and Rhaegar were putting away their practice weapons.

He placed a reassuring hand on Aerion’s shoulder, giving him a nod of approval. "Rhaegar, help your brother with those," he instructed, watching as Rhaegar eagerly complied, his small face alight with concentration.

With the training gear stowed away, Aemond made his way over to Vaena, who was standing near the edge of the training yard. He placed a hand on the back of her head, and pressed a tender kiss to her cheek.

His other hand gently caressed the curve of her belly, feeling the warmth of their sixth child growing within. “You should be resting,” he murmured softly, his breath warm against her skin. “It’s quite hot today.”

Vaena smiled up at him, her eyes filled with love and a touch of defiance. “I wanted to watch you train. Besides, I’m fine.”

Aemond’s gaze softened as he lifted the sleeping Daena from her arms. The little girl stirred slightly but remained peacefully asleep.

He cradled her carefully, then motioned for the children to come inside. The training yard was quieting down as they gathered around him.

Vaena turned to the maids, instructing them to prepare cool baths for Aemond and Aerion. The heat of the day had been intense, and a refreshing bath would be a welcome relief.

“And it’s time for Saella and Saeryna’s embroidery lessons,” she added, knowing full well their reluctance. The twins groaned but followed the maid with as much grace as they could muster.

Rhaegar, ever the enthusiastic artist, asked for some colouring materials to occupy his time. “I want to colour!” he announced, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Vaena chuckled and handed him a few sheets of parchment along with some vibrant crayons.

Meanwhile, Daena was gently placed in her crib, her form nestled comfortably beneath soft blankets. As she continued to sleep, Vaena took a moment to catch her breath and enjoy the calm after the bustle of the training session.

Vaena stepped into the bathing chambers, the cool, fragrant air providing a welcome respite from the heat of the day. She moved gracefully to the edge of the large, sunken tub where Aemond was reclining in the water.

The bath was filled with petals from fragrant flowers and the gentle scent of lavender, soothing and calming.

She settled beside the tub on a cushioned seat, her hand trailing through the cool water as she watched Aemond. He glanced up at her, his eyes noting the slight shadow of contemplation on her face.

“You seem a bit subdued,” he remarked, his tone laced with concern. “Is everything alright?”

Vaena looked at him, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I was just wondering,” she began, her voice soft, “are you happy with how your life has turned out?”

Aemond’s brows furrowed slightly as he regarded her. “What’s prompted this question?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Vaena shrugged gently, her fingers still skimming the water’s surface. “Just curious,” she replied with a small smile. “Sometimes it’s good to reflect.”

Aemond shifted in the bath, sitting up and taking her hand in his. He raised it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her fingers, his gaze steady and sincere.

“I can honestly say that I’m more than happy with our life,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “I have the family I’ve always wanted. You and the children mean everything to me. After everything we’ve been through, this—” He gestured around them, the serene setting and the gentle hum of family life “—this is everything I could have dreamed of.”

Vaena’s eyes softened as she listened to him, her heart swelling with love and contentment. “I’m glad,” she murmured, squeezing his hand gently. “I’m glad we’ve found this peace together.”

Aemond gave her a reassuring smile, his expression filled with affection. “Me too,” he said, his voice tender. “I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

[drakoneve]

Missing Memories Pt. 1

request: Hey!  I saw that your requests are open so I was wondering if I could get a Daemon x fem!reader where they are happily married and one day reader has an accident and is unconscious for weeks and he is desperate and when she finally wakes up ( to make his despair worse) she has lost her memory (maybe she doesn't remember anyone or to be more distressing maybe she just doesn't remember him, I'll leave it up to you) Seeing her condition, Viserys and Rhaenyra + try to help by telling things about her and also about their relationship before the accident and how happy they were and completely devoted to each other, but it doesn't do much good.  Seeing such a situation Daemon decides and is determined to win her back, at first she is defensive and even a little afraid of him (which makes him very sad, since of all of them she was the only one who was never afraid of him, nor even before they get together) the months go by and he has some advances +(like she starts to feel more comfortable around him and that sort of thing) one night she is talking to Rhaenyra when she gets a really bad pain in her head and flashes of memories begin to flood her mind, when rhae says she is going to call the maester, she runs off to Daemon's room (which was the room they shared before the accident) she enters and runs towards him and him. kisses passionately, when they break up she says she remembered everything. With lots of angst, fluffy, a little nsfw at the end (if you feel comfortable) and happy ending, please?  (If you could also develop Reader's relationship with Viserys and Rhaenyra while she is out of memory I would be extremely grateful. Sorry for the amount of detail, feel free to ignore and sorry for my English)

pairing: daemon targaryen x y/n velaryon

word count: 2.9k

warnings: angst, mentions of head injury, permanent scarring, blood and memory loss, oh and targcest but this is hotd so...

a/n: i’ve decided to split this into two parts so it doesn’t feel rushed! i’m not a dr and have no idea how head injuries/memory loss actually works. also the boar incident didn’t happen on Aegon’s nameday :)

The young prince Aemond’s third name day hunt in the Kingswood was meant to be a celebratory occasion. You’d arrived behind the immediate royal family, emerging from the carriage hand in hand with your love, the Rogue Prince Daemon. At first everything had gone well after the two of you arrived shortly after your younger brother Laenor and his cousin-wife Rhaenyra. 

It had been far too long since you had celebrated such an occasion with your family as you’d spent the last few years living in Pentos with your husband. Daemon enjoyed Pentos, but you could tell he missed the west. He missed the Keep and the city he had known his entire life, and so you had managed to convince him to come back to King’s Landing, if only for a while.

Things took a turn when trouble came the next day in the form of an argument  between Viserys and Rhaenyra over Gods knows what that ended in the king yelling in his daughter’s face in front of the majority of the royal hunt. Rhaenyra stormed out of the tent, and you rose from your seat to follow her but Daemon grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Must you chase after her?” Daemon asked, frown forming on his face. “Rhaenyra is quite capable of taking care of herself.”

You clicked your tongue at him and pulled your arm free of his grasp. “You know I must, Daemon. She is like a sister to me and you know that.”

It was true, the two of you practically grew up alongside each other as sisters would as the two of you were the only girls your age around (minus Alicent, of course). In the years before either of your marriages you would often join Rhaenyra and Syrax in the skies upon your own green scaled dragon Rixende. 

You were just fast enough to catch up to Rhaenyra and her hose upon one of your own, alongside Ser Criston. The three of you dismounted your horses for the day as the sun had begun to set and you were too far away to make it back to the campgrounds before dark. 

Rhaenyra sat in front of the barely light makeshift fire pit while you scavenged around for more fire fuel. The last thing you remembered before waking up in royal chambers was the snorting of a wild boar. 

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Daemon knew something was wrong when he could not find the strength to will himself to sleep. His stomach felt like it had twisted itself into a tight intricate knot and in the back of his head he knew he was right in not wanting you to follow after Rhaenyra. Although Daemon loved his niece and held her very dear, you meant more to him than anyone else in the world.

He was awake when Rhaenyra and Criston rode back into camp, the princess screaming for the best healers present. Daemon nearly tore down the front of the tent with the force of his rage as he ripped through the camp, searching for you. He met a devastating sight.

Rhaenyra cradled your head to her chest as she held a soaked red cloth to your head, your own silver hair stained red with blood. The princess herself was stained in a fair amount of blood which would have been just as concerning but you were the one unconscious on the ground with a grievous wound to the side of your head.

Despite every instinct in his body to be by your side and let no one near you as to protect you from further harm, Daemon merely watched with a cold glare as the healers pushed Rhaenyra away and began to stitch at the open wound on the left side of your head just above your ear. 

Daemon instead turned his fury to Ser Criston, who seemed to be the only one of the three of you completely free of blood. The sight of him, clean in the face of the love of his life and his niece blood soaked while a pathetic excuse for a knight of the Kingsguard stood idly by in spotless armor, woke the dragon within the Rogue Prince.

Criston hit the ground so hard it knocked the air out of him. Before he had the chance to stand, or even catch his breath, Daemon kneeled over him to deliver several hard blows to the face of the knight. 

Criston’s nose cracks under the force of Daemon’s blows, blood spurting down his face and chest.

Daemon gripped the neck of Criston’s armor and raised his now bloodied face to meet the prince’s. “What the Seven hells happened out there?” he growled out. “and if you should tell me anything but the truth I’ll have your head on a spike!”

“A boar,” Criston croaked out before spitting blood out onto the side of his face and to the ground. “A wild boar attacked the princesses. Princess Rhaenyra was brave enough to face it after it attacked Princess Y/n.”

“How worthless you’ve proven to be,” Daemon spat in return. “Leaving the princesses to fend for themselves. If my wife dies, I’ll feed you to Caraxes myself. I might do it anyway!”

All the commotion woke the entire camp and by now a large circle had formed around the royal family as King Viserys ran towards his brother. The king pulled on his brother’s shoulder and off of Criston.

“Daemon enough!” Viserys urged. “There’s been enough bloodshed for one night, brother. You must focus your energy on your wife.”

The comment lit a fire in Daemon’s chest and he shoved his brother’s hand away. “Do not speak to me of the duties of a proper husband.”

He brushed passed the king to join the healers at your side. The stitching was finished now, and by the looks of it Daemon knew it would leave a welted scar just above your left ear. With the most care he had and as gentle as he could, Daemon lifted you from the ground where you laid and brought you back to the tent you two shared. 

The healers followed him inside to give Daemon instructions of how to clean the wound throughout the night before excusing themselves, ushering the prince to call for them if need be. 

Daemon leaves your side briefly only to finally remove his armor. He reattached Dark Sister to his hip before pulling a chair to your bedside and taking your hand in his. He thought of the night he saw you for the first time since before leaving for the war in the Stepstones.

It was Rhaenyra and Laenor’s wedding, and you arrived with the rest of your Velaryon kin to the throne room. Daemon hadn’t seen you since before the war in the Stepstones when you were still a young girl and he was surprised to see the beautiful woman you’d grown into. 

The eldest of Corlys and Rhaenys’ children, you wore a sea green satin dress to represent your house. Daemon couldn’t help but admire the way it flowed around you as you twirled around the dancefloor with your sister Laena. 

He ignored the stares of others, namely Corlys and Rhaenys, as he split the dancefloor in half on his way to you. He graciously asked for a dance, and had expected you to reject him. No doubt Rhaenys had filled your head with every filthy thing the realm had to say about him. And if not her, surely one of your handmaid's had. 

You surprised him, though, when you smiled up at him, and accepted his invitation. Daemon took control, wasting no time in taking your hand into his own while wrapping his other arm around your waist to lead you.

When the music slowed down you’d began to pull away from him, but Daemon only tightened his grip on your hand and his other arm around your waist to pull you closer into him.

“Must you leave me so soon?” he’s asked you softly. “The nights only just begun.”

Daemon charmed you into one more dance, which he dragged out into dancing the rest of the night until the unfortunate demise of Ser Joffrey due to Ser Criston’s outrage. After that night Daemon whisked you away to Pentos, where the two of you were wed under the traditions of Old Valyria. 

He took you flying across Pentos upon Caraxes, showing you wonders of the world you’d never even dreamed of seeing. Daemon remembers your excitement fondly as he’d spent the majority of the flight memorizing the smile on your face and shine in your eyes.

Daemon rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand almost in an attempt to wake you. He new it wouldn’t happen this night, you’d been given too much milk of the poppy for that, but it didn’t stop him from trying. 

He spent that first sleepless night by your side and remained there while the maesters prepared you for the ride back to the Red Keep for proper medical treatment. 

Daemon stood outside the carriage with a heavy watchful eye as the maesters secured the makeshift cot to the carriage. Out of his periphrial Daemon can see Rhaenyra approaching, and while he normally dotes on his sweet niece, in this moment his stomach turns at the sight of her.

It should have been her. He thinks to himself. Not my precious wife.

Rhaenyra is respectful in her approach as to not set off her reckless uncle. Her lilac eyes rake over your injured form, guilt eating away at her.

“Any word from the maesters, uncle?” Rhaenyra asks softly. 

The prince takes in a breath, soothing himself the way he know you would. He knows if the roles had truly been reversed then nothing would stop you from aiding the princess in any way. In his heart he knows he shouldn’t blame Rhaenyra, she’s the one who saved your life after all, but he can’t stop himself. 

You should be awake, by his side. You should be enjoying the young prince’s nameday celebrations as you always did. 

“They do not know why she hasn’t woken,” he explains solemnly. “I have requested the best maesters from the Citadel this morn.”

Rhaenyra nods, before looking to her feet as she twirls her golden rings. When she looks up again, Daemon turns to meet her gaze before he can stop himself and he can’t overlook the tears in the princess’s eyes.

“Iksan sīr vaoreznuni, kepūs (I am so sorry, uncle),” Rhaenyra mutters tearfully. “I should have protected her. I should have-”

“No,” Daemon interrupts her, knowing it’s what you would do. “You are lucky you escaped unscathed, princess. She will heal. She will come back to us, this I know.”

One of the maesters then steps off the carriage and approaches the pair. “Pardon me, my prince, but the carriage is ready. It is best for the princess that we do not delay our travels any further.”

“Of course,” Daemon nods. He gives Rhaenyra a hopefully reassuring hand on her shoulder in a goodbye before joining your side once more.

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Despite the arrival and treatment of two maesters from the Citadel, and one healer Daemon flew in from Pentos personally, you had not woken.

After the wound on the side of your head began to heal and the maester took out the stitching, worry began to truly settle into Daemon’s core. The maesters and healer both had done what they claimed they could yet could not give the prince an answer for why you had not woken.

Day after day for three weeks Daemon sat by your bedside waiting for you to open your eyes and come back to him. The two of you hadn’t been apart for more than a few days in the entirety of your marriage, and these weeks without you have been torture.

Today had been no different, it seems. Daemon thinks to himself as he enters your shared chambers, where you still lie upon the bed. One of maester Orwyle’s trainees is by your side but rose upon the prince’s arrival. 

The man bows respectively. “My Prince, I’m afraid there’s been-”

You interrupt the maester with a low groan. “M-my head hurts,” you wrasp, eyes still closed.

“Go, fetch the maesters, the healers, someone!” Daemon bellows his demands to the young healer, who wastes no time in scurrying from the room.

Daemon rushes to your bedside where a pitcher and empty cup sit on the bedside table next to you. He pours you a drink and carefully holds it to your lips.

“Here,” he whispers gently. “drink this, darling. You will feel better.”

You do as he says, not consciously thinking of it, you only wished for relief from your terribly dry, scratchy throat. 

Once you’ve finished, Daemon pours another in case but leaves it on the table. He sits, and claps one of your hands with both of his own.

“I was so afraid,” he confesses softly. He doesn’t look at you, instead he focuses his gaze on your bundle of hands. “So afraid you would not wake. I thought you were gone and there was nothing I could do.”

WIth your free hand you grasp the thick fur covering your legs and you pull it up to your chest, and wriggle your other hand free from Daemon.

“D-do I know you, ser?” you ask, and Daemon can see the confusion laced with fear in your eyes.

He’s always been able to read you and you’ve told him before it’s one of the things that attracted you to him. Not once, since that night he asked for your hand in a dance, had you ever looked at him and been afraid. 

Not when he arrived on Driftmark upon Caraxes years before you wed, soaked in blood from winning the war in the Stepstones. That night you sat with him, alongside your father Corlys and brother Laenor, and begged for every detail of battle. As they relayed their stories of war to you your eyes gleamed, and you enamored Daemon from that moment on.

Daemon shot up from his seat as a sickening feeling took over him. He swayed on his feet, or was he really? He grips the hilt of Dark Sister in an attempt to steady himself. 

Wordlessly he turns and charges out the chamber doors, letting them slam shut behind him.

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Once word had spread through the Red Keep that you’d finally woken you’d been swarmed by maesters and Pentosi healers bombarding you with questions. 

How were you feeling?

What could you remember?

Why was Prince Daemon seen storming away?

You simply asked who Prince Daemon was, which stopped the bustle of your busy chambers.

“Have I said something?” you asked, blissfully unaware. 

Laenor then bursts through your chamber doors, winded and eyes wide. His arrival sparks life back into the maesters and servants continue cleaning like nothing happened.

“Sister!” he gasps, rushing to your side. He wastes no time, carefully, wrapping you up in his arms from your spot on the bed. “I am so relieved to see you. How are you feeling? And where is Daemon?”

You groan, pulling away from your younger brother. “Why does everyone keep asking me about Daemon? I do not even know a Daemon! Have I missed something, brother?”

Laenor sits back slightly, lips parting. “Y-you do not remember? Y/n, Prince Daemon is your husband. You’ve been happily married for years.”

The two of you sit in silence as you do your best to file through your memories. 

“I think I remember seeing him at court once, but I do not remember marrying him. How can I be married and not know it?” You push away from Laenor and stand from the bed. Without risking further bodily harm but as quickly as you could you slip on some simple shoes and pull a robe over your nightclothes.

Laenor follows you as you move about the room. “Where are you going? You’ve only just woken, you must rest!”

“No,” you insist, pulling away from his attempt to grab your arm to stop you. “I have a husband, whom I cannot remember. I have much more important matters than lying in bed all day.”

Many people watched you shamelessly as you made your way through the Red Keep looking for your cousin and close friend, Rhaenyra. If there was someone here who could help you make sense of things it would be her. 

Eventually you find the princess sat under the weirwood tree in the Godswood, reading with a book in her lap.

“Princess,” you call as you approach. “Might I interrupt your studies for a moment?”

Rhaenyra’s head whips up, mouth slightly open in shock. She tosses her book aside carelessly and rushes to wrap her arms around you. The younger girl hits you with such force the two of you nearly tumble to the ground.

“I was so worried,” Rhaenyra whispers into your curly hair. “All I could think of these past weeks was your recovery, it’s all I have prayed for.”

“Yes, such is the sentiment I have been hearing. But I am afraid there’s trouble, cousin.”

Rhaenyra pulls away from the hug but keeps her hands on your forearms. “What is it?”

“I do not remember Daemon,” you confess softly. “Laenor informed me I have been married to Daemon for years, but I cannot remember any of it and it worries me.”

The princess’s violet eyes widen, “Nothing? Not even your time in Pentos?”

You shake your head mournfully and Rhaenyra’s frown only deepens. She pulls you to sit with her under the weirwood. 

“Come, we must find a way to bring your memories back.”

[traeumenvonbuechern]

🐉 Dragon Books To Read If You Liked "Fourth Wing" by Rebecca Yarros 🐉

The dragon romantasy "Fourth Wing" by Rebecca Yarros has taken over the bookish community, so I wanted to give you some recommendations on what to read after you finished it.

Dragonfall by L.R. Lam

Long ago, humans betrayed dragons, stealing their magic and banishing them to a dying world. Centuries later, their descendants worship dragons as gods. But the 'gods' remember, and they do not forgive. Since they were orphaned, Arcady has scraped a living thieving on the streets of Vatra, dreaming of life among the nobility - and revenge. When the chance arises to steal a powerful artefact from the bones of the Plaguebringer, the most hated person in Lumet history, they jump at it, for its magic holds the key to their dreams. But the spell has unintended consequences, and drags Everen - the last male dragon, who was once foretold to save his kind - into the human world. Trapped, and disguised as a human, Everen soon realises that the key to his destiny, and to regaining his true power, lies in Arcady. All he needs to do is convince one little thief to bond with him completely - body, mind, and soul - and then kill them . . . Yet the closer the two become, the greater the risk both their worlds will shatter.

To Shape a Dragon's Breath by Moniquill Blackgoose

A young Indigenous woman enters a colonizer-run dragon academy—and quickly finds herself at odds with the “approved” way of doing things—in the first book of this brilliant new fantasy series. The remote island of Masquapaug has not seen a dragon in many generations—until fifteen-year-old Anequs finds a dragon’s egg and bonds with its hatchling. Her people are delighted, for all remember the tales of the days when dragons lived among them and danced away the storms of autumn, enabling the people to thrive. To them, Anequs is revered as Nampeshiweisit—a person in a unique relationship with a dragon. Unfortunately for Anequs, the Anglish conquerors of her land have different opinions. They have a very specific idea of how a dragon should be raised, and who should be doing the raising—and Anequs does not meet any of their requirements. Only with great reluctance do they allow Anequs to enroll in a proper Anglish dragon school on the mainland. If she cannot succeed there, her dragon will be killed. For a girl with no formal schooling, a non-Anglish upbringing, and a very different understanding of the history of her land, challenges abound—both socially and academically. But Anequs is smart, determined, and resolved to learn what she needs to help her dragon, even if it means teaching herself. The one thing she refuses to do, however, is become the meek Anglish miss that everyone expects. Anequs and her dragon may be coming of age, but they’re also coming to power, and that brings an important realization: the world needs changing—and they might just be the ones to do it.

She Who Earned Her Wings by Vaela Denarr & Micah Iannandrea

One does not learn to fly without taking a leap. And one has to fall to be caught. Nomi is a young druid finally taking the chance to spread her wings and leave her home. To see the world and discover its magic, beauty… and maybe love. Calia is a dragon on the hunt for angels, trying to square an old debt. That, and to get Laura, her desired bondmate, to finally return to her side, where she belongs. Nomi immediately catches the eye of the powerful dragons. Calia entices her with honeyed words and a skillful tongue. On the other hand, Laura, much smaller but equally intimidating, takes it upon herself to protect her. Despite the warnings, Nomi can’t help being drawn to Calia's charm, her power, her fangs… and the hidden gentleness in her eyes. She promises danger where Laura promises safety, and Nomi is torn between the two. Luckily there is a convenient cult out for the dragons’ heads, providing Nomi with ample distraction and at least one dragon egg to steal, hatch, and raise by herself. Perfectly normal things for a young transgender druid to get involved in! In the clutches of dragons, battling dark forces from beyond the stars, Nomi faces the questions of who she is and who she wants to be. Whether she deserves the love offered to her, and what it truly takes to earn her wings...

[misguidedasgardian]

The Winter Sun (18)

18. The Calm before the Storm

MASTERLIST

Summary: When everything is this calm under such horrific circumstances, you know a storm is coming

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader 

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, war! and all that comes with it, death of a character, talk about war and battles, the dance is coming folks!. might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3 k

Notes: things are heating up!!

“My brother died alone”, whined Jacaerys, at least by now, three days later, he had stopped crying, he raised from his chambers to eat and drink, and now he was drunk on arbour wine, but at least he was processing it

“He died on top of his dragon”, you said, caressing his arm, “like a true Targaryen”, you had to hide your own sadness and fears.

Aemond had killed him.

The man that had said that he was going to come for you when his brother is King.

His brother was King

“I should have been there, it should’ve been me”, he said

“No”, you said

“You don’t understand!”, he said, “that day he was so nervous, I told him to “man up””, he whined, “he didn’t want to go, he wasn’t ready, he told my mother so, and we made him go anyways” 

“You could have never predicted this”, said Sara, touching his other arm, you looked over the table at Cregan, and it was kind of comical how he was sitting there alone and you and Sara were comforting Jace

“I know… but…”, you only shushed him gently as you kept comforting him. You were snowed in Winterfell, and you and Cregan had to restrain him and prevent him from taking to the skies to return to Dragonstone, a few yards into the sky and he was sure to freeze to death.

Bitter tears fell down his cheeks

“My baby brother”, he whined, “he was only sixteen”, you laid your head on his shoulder

“They will pay for everything”, you said, determined, “they will”

But you weren’t certain, the last thing you wanted to do was make the North march on the South, to battle, were thousands could die, it was certainly not the best idea, but you had to do something, Cregan was sworn to Rhaenyra, if she said to march, they will have to.

Getting Jace into bed was tricky, he was drunk on wine and he stumbled down the corridors, Cregan grabbed his arm to pass it over his shoulders to help him to his chambers, you and Sara shared concerned looks

“We need to make reinforcements on Winterfell’s walls”, she said decisively

“You think he will come all the way here?”, you asked, fearful, she only looked at you worried

“He just might”, she whispered, in her eyes there was sadness, but you probably just imagined it 

You met Cregan again in your chambers, the nannies had taken Rickon, but they were soon going to bring him back to you. Cregan was so tense and silent, not with you, but you could feel it in the air.

“You are worrying”, he said

“You too”, you accused, he sighed 

“I am”, you shared looks, “we have barely survived winter and a war is coming”

“I know”, you whispered, and you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, even if you had nothing to do with it, it was your family that was going to fight each other, “you don’t have to go”, you assured him, “we don’t have to fight this war”

“I’m sworn to Rhaenyra”, he said, “the Hightowers.. they betrayed her, they usurped the throne, they need to be brought to justice”, he said, and you realized this has somehow struck a nerve inside of your husband

“You don’t have to be the executioner of that justice”, you said softly

“I will support my Queen”, he said, “with us, as will others, we will be a great army, half the continent at the least, they will not stand a chance”

“They have dragons”

“The blacks also has dragons”, he said, “more by our counts”

“Still”, you whispered

“War comes at a great price, but in the end…”, he said walking until he held you in his arms, “we will prevail”, he said, you looked into his eyes and saw nothing but certainty 

“But Cregan…”, you tried to fight but he shushed you gently”

“My love”, he called back, his eyes had this immense power over you.

“But what if we do not prevail?”, you asked with tears in your eyes and a trembling voice 

“I’ll tell you why”, he said, he made you sit on the edge of the bed and he seated right next to you, “I will tell you a part of a speech my father gave me when I turned fifteen, in his eyes I was a man, and he believed I needed to hear this words”, you looked at him wide eyed, “I believe we will prevail because you need to believe certain things…”

“What things?”, you asked

“That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love... true love never dies”, he cradled your face between his hands, “You remember that, my love. You remember that. Doesn't matter if it's true or not. You see, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in”, you close your eyes and just cherish the moment. You closed your eyes and he kissed your lips softly

“I love you”, you whispered, love-drunk and in a Cregan-haze

“I love you, my true love, my silver dragon, my summer princess”, he praised, and you buried your face in his chest as he held you. 

“Aemond what have you done?”, Alicent snapped, “you killed Lucerys!”, Aemond but all ignored his mother, serving himself a cup of wine

“He was intended to rally allies against my brother”, he said, “what would you have me do?”, he asked then, looking at her

“Not killing him, we have given then a reason to throw the Kingdoms into war!”, she all but yelled, looking at him with teary eyes

“I think we gave them a reason to when we imprisoned them and usurped her throne”, he mocked

“You don’t seem upset that you killed your nephew”, she whispered, scared of what she saw in her son, her favorite and most favored son

“I did not command my dragon to swallow his”, he said simply, “Vhagar decided on her own to eliminate that threat”

“I don’t believe you, no one will”, she said with a trembling voice

“It happened what it needed to happen”, he said, “the war was going to start one way or another”

“Aemond…”

“I need to speak to my brother”, he said bitterly, and left the room 

To the surprise of no one, he found his brother - The King- in his chambers, laughing, already drunk and the sun had barely set on the horizon.

As soon as he saw him, Aegon began to clap and laugh hysterically

“If it isn’t the Kinslayer”, he laughed, Aemond flinched at the sour nickname, “don’t make that face brother”, he said, “I’m actually congratulating you”, hes aid bitterly, “our cunt of a sister will take months to weep and cry, you have given us the perfect opportunity to attack that wretched island and kill everyone on it”

“We have yet to prepare the army”, he said, “the Lannister fleet in on the other side of the country, an attack on that scale is going to take months to prepare…”, but Aegon moves his hand, dismissing his brother’s words

“The little shit is dead…”

“yes”, he whispered, Aegon looked into his brother’s eyes and laughed even harder

“You are here for her, aren’t you?”, he mocked, “Gods, brother, you are so predictable”

“She is in the North”, he said

“And she will remain there, until that freaking snow melts”, he said, it was funny, Aegon’s mouth moved but the words that came of it were his grandfather’s 

A marvelous thing

Aemond didn’t liked the answer, but it made sense

“We are assuming the Starks will side with the bitch, but they will nor march now, we have months…”

“And then?”, he asked

“When the Starks and the North show their true colors I will give you what you asked of me brother”, he said with a teasing smile, “I will strip those dogs of everything they have, and as they are marching we will burn them, they will never get past The Neck”

This didn’t pleased Aemond

He considered himself a patient man, but with you? he couldn’t wait no longer, but he had to

“And then?”

“You can go and get her yourself”, he said with that wicked smile of his, “but leave the pup to the northerners”

And with that Aemond left the room.

The armies were gathering, the dragons were restless, Westeros was going to burn.

And he couldn’t wait

As the Baratheon prepared his army, Aemond was preparing the Royal army, and together they were going to march North and burn everything and everyone that sided with Rhaenyra.

But it could take months

You had not commented on it, but Jacaerys spent a lot of time gazing at your son, you only smiled and encouraged it, in his eyes was longing, and dreams of a future, a shy smile on his lips as he let Ricked grab his index finger in his small hand. 

Sara would often join him with a soft smile and kind words, they were spending an awful lot together, and Cregan grew worried, very worried.

But how could we deny him?

Cregan was growing distant, not with you personally, but you could tell he was preparing for something, he was getting in a tough mental state to be in.

He was preparing for war, for battle, for the hunt and for the kill of his enemies 

It wasn’t easy

You were growing restless as well, a storm could be seen on the horizon. you wanted the snow to melt, so you could go with Jace, fly back to Dragonstone and get your dragon, you will feel so much better once she is here, near you. Vhaelar was one of the biggest dragons in the family, well, nothing could compare to Vhagar, but… she was similar in size with Melyes, and just as formidable.

She was the hatchling of one of the Conquerors, after all, the same one she was expected to fight. 

But you were getting ahead of yourself.

As you looked at Rickon, sleeping soundly, unaware of the dangers and the cruelties of the world, you wanted to convince yourself that Aemond was not going to come for you, he wasn’t. Why would he want you to know? you had a child, you belonged to another man, surely he was now after a marriage pact with the Baratheons or the Tullys, or the Tyrells, the Lannisters even, why would he want you for? after all this time?

He had probably already forgotten you. 

You were interrupted by Cregan

“Autumn finally came back”, he said, “she was hunting but… she is here”

“Great”, you said with a wide smile

“I think it’s time”, he said, looking a you wide eyed, expectantly, and you sighed, but nodded

“Very well”

You stood by the entrance to the Godswood as Cregan took Rickon in his arms. He has told you he wanted to do this, you weren’t quite sure but you couldn’t deny him, you wanted to do the same when Vhaelar was here.

Between the trees appeared the dark fur of your husband’s direwolf, her golden eyes looked at his bonded human, but she approached slowly, lowering her head when she sniffed at the air and realized Cregan wasn’t alone, but in fact, she looked over him at you, and then back at Cregan.

You were amazed at how intelligent she was, she reminded you of Vhaelar in some capacity. 

“Autumn”, called Cregan, “this is Rickon”, he introduced them, still with your baby glued to his chest, he showed the little face of your son to the Wolf. And took a step forwards so he was at Autumn’s reach, that made you uneasy, but he was safe, safer than ever. 

Autumn came so close to him you gasped, but remained calm, because you trusted your husband completely 

The Shewolf sniffed at Rickon, and she drew a delightful, soft whine, identifying the boy as a part of Cregan, you guessed, and then she leaned in and lapped at his little face. Cregan laughed wholeheartedly 

“Good girl, this is your boy now”, he presented and you smiled widely, Rickon sneezed and Autumn drew back but then she leaned forwards again. 

She rested the tip of her snout on Rickon’s chest, and then, she took some steps back, to turn around and disappear back again into the woods. Cregan turned back to you with the brightest smile he had drawn since your son was born, and you, as well, were terribly happy.

That night Cregan has convinced you to leave Rickon to the nannies, you reluctantly agreed, so you could have a proper dinner, seated with your family, Sara, Jace, and the Lord and Ladies that had managed to come to Cregan’s calling. You were also celebrating the soon end of the winter season. The days were getting long back again, the sun was shining in the sky.

Even though a war was coming, you felt the need to celebrate, and deep down you were scared that what you truly wanted to do was enjoying what you had as long as you had it.

But you shake your head as you nibble on your lamb chop, certainly a delicacy that you could enjoy now the snow was melting. 

You looked over at Jace, that, omitting tradition, was not seated by your side but he asked to be placed next to Sara, at the other side of Cregan, and they were chatting amicably. 

You didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

To your knowledge, Jace was betrothed, promised to Baela Targaryen, daughter of Daemon, and Sara, well, Sara was too nice, kind and beautiful to have her hopes up by someone who was promised to another girl.

You needed to have a chat with them later, as you take Cregan’s hand in your and squeezed reassuringly , he looked back at you and smiled warmly, and then you both turned to look at Lady Bolton, to keep chatting with her about the Dreafort’s defenses and how she could assure you that the maester she had in her disposition had been in Dorne and he was certain he could replicate scorpions to take down the Green’s Dragons.

And how that was going to make a difference

If it was up to you would have made hundreds of them to palace them in the Winterfell’s battlements, but Cregan wasn’t particularly interested in the tale.

Even though you were already fully healed, mostly, your lack of sleep made you tired, so you excused yourself from the table and stood up to go back to your chambers. Cregan promised he was going to follow soon after, but you will not hold him up to that. 

The guards smiled at you as you walked by and you smiled back, but as you reached the last floor, your chamber’s floor, you came face to face witht he nannies, that had pale expressions in their faces

“What is going on?”, you asked

“My lady, we can’t go into the room”, squealed one

“Why not?”, but you did not care for the answer you ran down the corridor and over to your rooms and one of the nannies, the youngest and fastest, ran to fetch Cregan. The door was open so you couldn’t understand why… and then

“Autumn” you called, standing so still, she could easily jump you and maul you to shreds, the she-wolf looked back at you, and you gasped when you saw what she had on her jaws.

A puppy

And then you heard it, the moans and whimpers of puppies.

She leaned over the crib and placed the pup besides Rickon, and alongside her whole litter of six pups, all of them cuddling and sharing the crib of your son

You didn’t know if you were going to cry, or shout, or faint, or laugh or die with the cuteness.

She had placed her pups in your son's crib and you couldn’t believe it.

Cregan found you still on the doorway, smiling, and as he followed your eyes…

“It appears that she wasn’t hunting”, you told Cregan, and he only laughed loudly, “she was having pups of her own”, you said with a smile. Autumn laid down at the foot of the crib, and towards the door, protecting her cubs, all of them. 

“What a great thing”

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More notes: that “speech” is from my favorite movie, “Secondhand Lions”, my comfort movie, and those words are what I sometimes have to remember myself hehe

[mamoonde]

mdzs ancient magus bride au where

yiling laozu is the mage risen from the nightmares and resentful energy of the burial mounds, neither human nor fae

and lan zhan is a pre-adolescent, rare and very coveted dragon halfling, one of the last known alive, captured and sold at an underground auction.

the yiling laozu buys lan zhan to rescue him and takes him away to their remote little cottage in yiling. lan zhan is understandably mistrustful at first, but a week of living with this strange, kind, dark being who treats him as a person instead of a slave or rare artifact, well.

lan zhan falls.

and when lan zhan proposes to stay by the yiling laozu's side forever and ever and be his, the yiling laozu laughs it off and brushes it off as the whimsy of a duckling imprinting on the first carer it meets. a fleeting childish phase. perhaps lan zhan has more human in him than dragon, the yiling laozu thinks. they are always so easily swayed by emotion...

but lan zhan is determined.

and so, as lan zhan grows up, he learns more about his dragon-side, his magic, his whole self. and he trains hard to be a suitable for the yiling laozu. he takes note of the yiling laozu's likes and dislikes, carefully tests his boundaries, tries his best to show how much he loves the yiling laozu in every way.

and then when lan zhan comes of age, he gets discovered by his kind - he learns he has a dragon brother and a paternal uncle. he leaves to spend a year with them, with his kind, far and protected in the unreachable mountains of gusu.

when he leaves the yiling laozu's cottage - a place that's felt like home more than any he remembers - he's barely shoulder-height (head-to-head if they count his antlers) of the man who makes it home.

the yiling laozu waves goodbye, feels a bit of pain and heaviness in his chest and thinks, oh, this must be what "missing someone" feels like.

the year trudges on like a slug.

the yiling laozu misses lan zhan more and more, sees his tiny serious face in every little nook in his - their - home. which should be weird, because he has had this house for longer than lan zhan has been here. and yet it feels incomplete to be in it without lan zhan there.

so he spends less and less time in it, spends his days where it's less empty, hoping the loneliness will fade away.

it doesn't.

until one day, as the yiling laozu drags his feet back to his house - dreading another night in a cold, empty space - he finds something is different.

the lights are on and there's a fire going.

and outside, on his doorstep, there's someone there.

the person standing by his door is huge - tall and broad, maybe something familiar in the regal set of the shoulders, the stiff-but-not posture.

it's the golden eyes that freezes the breath in his lungs, that force his feet to move, like a lighthouse guiding him home.

"lan zhan...?"

the yiling laozu feels strange. he feels light and heavy at the same time, hot and prickly even though the air remains the same temperature.

the lan zhan before him is more dragon, more man now than boy. so much of him has changed -- has his gaze always been so intense?

"i have come back," lan zhan's voice has lost its adorable pitchiness; now it is deep and smooth. like rumbling thunder, the call of the heavens. "wei ying."

the yiling laozu freezes. the name - those two syllables that no one has called him by in-- in a long, long time.

it feels like lightning in his bones.

distantly, his own words echo back at him, spoken to a then younger lan zhan.

"if you still feel that way when you come of age, you can call me by my name." "what is your name?" "now that is a secret! only if you are determined to call me can you do so." a small pout. "already am."

"oh, lan zhan..."

"though my mother was human, the dragon blood in me is strong." gently, lan zhan takes his hand in his. "did you know? dragons only love once. for the rest of their lives."

wei ying smiles shakily, " that's a shame then, surely you want a redo?"

lan zhan's hold tightens, another hand cupping his face.

"never." lan zhan presses a gentle kiss on his knuckles, almost an affectionate nuzzle that washes wei ying's hand with a cool breath. "i will only ever want wei ying. i will always want to be by your side."

and isn't that a tantalizing offer.

the yiling laozu has lived long - longer than even he remembers. and the immortality has only ever hammered in the fleetingness of life, the loneliness of time.

and yet here lan zhan is, offering him the promise of something a little more permanent. perhaps it was fate that wei ying had chosen to settle down in a house in yiling, a scant few decades before he met lan zhan.

perhaps it was a sign, that wei ying only ever called it home, when lan zhan was there to call it home, too.

[dramioneasks]

Hy! I'm searching for ff that has a deatheater D who would burn the world for keeping H protected.

I just finished manacled and cruel and Beautiful World so kinda feels inspired.

I would also love a possessive/jealous D and please HEA🥹

Thank you for your amazing job!

Dragon’s Heartstrings by pinkinku - E, 34 chapters - High Reeve Draco Malfoy is not only Voldemort’s most trusted Death Eater but an undercover agent for the Order, plotting Voldemort’s downfall from the inside out as well. After a fair trade with the Order, the High Reeve asks for the highest sacrifice – to make the brightest witch of her age Hermione Granger his wife.

Secrets and Masks - Emerald_Slytherin - E, 75 chapters, Words: 465,554 - 9 years after the battle of Hogwarts, the war still rages on and everyone is much changed since their days at Hogwarts. Hermione is the most lethal soldier in The Order, spending her days on rescue missions to free captured Muggleborn slaves and fight on the front line. For years, she’s been meeting in secret with a spy within Voldemort’s ranks to exchange information. But, when she’s captured and made prisoner at Malfoy Manor,  of all the dark and evil ways she’d envisioned Malfoy would torture her, she never quite imagined anything this horrific. (I just wanted to make it abundantly clear that I was originally inspired to write this fic after I read the masterpiece that is Manacled, so I would like to thank SenLinYu for her amazing work! The memory searching aspect of  Manacled is what inspired me, and although I have adapted that, (and also made Draco head Death Eater, because… ya know… we all love it when he’s Voldemort’s right hand man 😅😉), Secrets and Masks will be a very very different fic all together.)

Desperate Measures By: cleotheo - M, 37 Chapters - When the war against Voldemort drags on, what lengths will Hermione go to, to be with the man she loves? DM/HG.

We Learned the Sea By: floorcoaster - T, 37 chapters - Draco Malfoy turns himself in after a very successful career as a Death Eater, then enlists Harry and Hermione to help him in a scheme to bring down the Dark Lord. DHr. A story of forgiveness.

Dreams and other Deceptions - cancerravenclaw - E, 45 chapters, Words: 268,520 - “That’s all I have left of him - dreams and other deceptions. All we were is all we’ll ever be.” Hermione Granger can’t remember the last time she dreamt —sleep came as a black abyss, an empty space between waking moments… not unlike her memory. There are so many months missing from the last two years of her life. She had made peace with those blank spaces, told they were the result of the trauma and torture from the war. So, when she wakes up from something that feels more memory than dream, something her mind would have never concocted on its own, she dives headfirst into the mystery of sixth year. Determined to illuminate the black spots in her timeline she can’t recall, Hermione finds herself caught up in nightmares from years past that are more than they appear. The more she remembers, the more she discovers that at the center of all her forgotten memories is Draco Malfoy – war criminal pending trial for his crimes as a Death Eater. Will navigating her past bring her closure or more unrest?

Shattered Trust [1 (Betrayal), 2 (Separation), 3 (Reunited), 4 (Victory)]  By: cleotheo - M - A mindless threat from Voldemort during a fight with Harry leads the Order down a dark path which will shatter lives, ruin friendships and tear families apart. Among those most affected by their rash actions are Harry’s best friend, Hermione Granger and her secret boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. Part one of a four part story.

-Lisa

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

okay so my novel is called rebel princess

ive been writing this thing since i was 12 hehe its been YEARS since i started but i recently scrapped everything from my original draft and started over because there were plot holes and things had deviated from the original short story i made which is what made me want to write it in the first place

So the synopsis:

All her life, Tesla has been waiting for the day she gets to kill her mother. Ever since she was ten, she vowed to get revenge for herself, and all the kids her mother sacrificed in the name of a god. Now she’s 17, and the day has come to carry out her plan. Tesla knows the only way to kill her mother involves sacrificing herself, and she has come to terms with it. Her only regret is leaving all her friends behind. And her sister… Liliana. She’s the one helping Tesla, and the one that’ll have to see her die. But like everything else in Tesla’s life, even this doesn’t go her way. Everything goes awry, and now Tesla is left with a hurt Liliana and missing guildmates. Something more sinister is lurking in the dark, and it might be closer to Tesla than she originally thought… 

and i think i have an intro to the characters somewhere on my main but maybe not, i should make one

Molwas' are specialized abilities in their world that are specific to the person

so here they are:

Tesla Allaya Wilds(Winterstone) Age: 17 Molwas: teleportation Birthday: November 30 Social status: Commoner(but technically royalty) MBTI: ISTJ Personality:  Reliable, quiet, curt, stubborn, practical, loyal

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Liliana Emine Winterstone Age: 13 Molwas: Unknown Birthday: March 11 Social status: Royalty MBTI: ENFP Personality: optimistic, extroverted, lonely, imaginative, perfectionist

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Celestine Umbriel Winterstone Age: 54 Molwas: Manipulation Birthday: December 2 Social Status: Royalty(the queen) MBTI: ISTP Personality: manipulative, authoritative, ambitious, determined, cold

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Asteri Claire Winterstone Age: Died at the age of 5 Molwas: im not sure Birthday: July 23 Social status: Royalty(deceased) MBTI: ESFP Personality: outgoing, clumsy, cynical, level- headed, bored

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Royce Dionne Age: 16 Molwas: doesnt have one i think Birthday: June 6 Social status: commoner (former prince of a fallen kingdom) MBTI: ESFJ Personality: Outgoing, charismatic, dependable, loyal, confident

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Tara Theron Age: 16 Molwas: doesn't have one since she's a demi human Birthday: May 17 Social status: Commoner(she comes from a tribe where there's not really any rank) MBTI: ISFP Personality: Bubby, empathetic, passionate, fun, imaginative, lowkey ruthless

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Griffin Ailsie Travers Age: 10 Molwas: Prophetic seeing Birthday: April 9 Social status: commoner MBTI: INFP Personality: Timid, empathetic, imaginative, chaotic

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Franklin (Fatihah) Khuzmaimah Age: 23 Molwas: none since she's a demi human Birthday: unknown to the characters Social status: commoner to humans, ranked 4th out of 11 dragon families hierarchy MBTI: ISTJ Personality: Sarcastic, cold, reliable, focused, practical

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Micah Izeron Age: 18 Molwas: none bc he's a demi human Birthday: August 17 Social status: same as tara's MBTI: idk yet Personality: cynical, grumpy, teddy bear like, kind

and uhhhhhh thats the basic rundown hehehe

I have 2 and a half chapters written rn(sobbing bc i used to be like 13 chapters in with the old draft, OVER 21000 WORDS GONE ToT) including the prologue hehe

OMG THATS SO COOL

I have the same MBTI as the little sister hehe

Also tesla is so relate in wanting to get revenge omg

what are demi humans tho ? Is it like demigods?

[void-botanist]

WIP Intro Tag: Nicea

I am finally posting my intro for the WIP intro tag @anoelleart started over here! Since I first introduced Nicea over a year ago, it actually makes sense to do it for WIP intro tag.

Nicea takes its name from the Nicea, a starship from Antarac star system. To date, she's only gone on shipping trips within the neighboring systems that make up Argoh locality. But when she intercepts a message from her previous captain, Cady, who supposedly died warp racing ten years ago, the Nicea's crew prepares to take her across the galaxy to bring him home. And she's a sturdy vessel, but two hundred light years is a long way. Still, her crew has to make it—failure is not an option.

Genre: space opera

Setting: locality space, a galaxy full of people, some of whom are magical, and some of whom have enabled the current age of interstellar travel.

Core cast:

Declan Ruse [40, he/him, human]: Cady's husband & co-founder of Nicea Shipping. Currently the "shadow captain" of the Nicea, because of course he's the boss, but he hates talking to customers. He's the reason failure is not an option, because he can't imagine spending any more time apart from Cady.

Isabel Hendriss [36, she/her, human]: Rodney's sister & Spinder's best friend. Under Cady she was the load specialist of the Nicea, but she now serves as the registered captain, with her duties mostly being talking to people. She's been planning to leave the Nicea to start her own music career for a while.

Rodney Hendriss [33, he/him, human]: Isabel's brother & Declan's right-hand man. He was an afterthought on Cady's crew (read: cabin boy) but now he's the navigator, computer systems guy, and all around Knower and Organizer of Things. What he wants most is to be needed, especially by Declan.

Tristan Scherie [47, she/her, human]: Cady's friend & Bo's best friend. She's always been the pilot of the Nicea, even though Cady was also a pilot. She feels guilty for going on this trip, because it's dangerous and she runs the risk of missing her own wedding, but she needs to absolve herself of the guilt of indirectly causing Cady and Bo's "death".

Spinder Callawel [35, he/him, human]: Cady's uncle & Isabel's best friend. Years ago, he made a pact with Cady to become his ship engineer one day when Cady had a ship, and that's what he is still. But now he's bringing the ship back to Cady while he grapples with fears of death and also of telling Isabel he's in love with her.

Cady Thilta [40, he/him, human]: Declan's husband & Spinder's nephew. He was once the Nicea's captain because of his determination to become a space business owner, and now he's stranded because of his love of adrenaline. He sent the Nicea a message almost ten years ago and is still holding out hope it arrived.

Bo Eveldan [60, they/he, ferasca (dragon person)]: Tristan's best friend. They were never a member of the Nicea's crew, but they are a warp witch, and more than happy to take their favorite pilots warp racing. In retrospect, that might have been a bad idea, but at least he's here with Cady.

Progress: first draft, currently 31k words

Tags: wip: nicea, set: locality space, any of the characters' first names prefixed with "c: " (c: Declan, etc.)

I've only posted it in snippets so far, but you can also find a few scenelets of things that happened before the events of Nicea in my scenelets wrapped tag.

I'll leave an open tag for anyone who wants to do a WIP intro!!

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

[flashhwing]

Hey, I was wondering if you were less cosy and know what the author of to tame a dragon's breath is? Would you recommend it?

Moniquill Blackgoose! I’m not very far in but I’d definitely recommend! It’s a take on the dragon academy trope from an indigenous American perspective and it’s so good so far

The remote island of Masquapaug has not seen a dragon in many generations—until fifteen-year-old Anequs finds a dragon’s egg and bonds with its hatchling. Her people are delighted, for all remember the tales of the days when dragons lived among them and danced away the storms of autumn, enabling the people to thrive. To them, Anequs is revered as Nampeshiweisit—a person in a unique relationship with a dragon.

Unfortunately for Anequs, the Anglish conquerors of her land have different opinions. They have a very specific idea of how a dragon should be raised, and who should be doing the raising—and Anequs does not meet any of their requirements. Only with great reluctance do they allow Anequs to enroll in a proper Anglish dragon school on the mainland. If she cannot succeed there, her dragon will be killed.

For a girl with no formal schooling, a non-Anglish upbringing, and a very different understanding of the history of her land, challenges abound—both socially and academically. But Anequs is smart, determined, and resolved to learn what she needs to help her dragon, even if it means teaching herself. The one thing she refuses to do, however, is become the meek Anglish miss that everyone expects.

Anequs and her dragon may be coming of age, but they’re also coming to power, and that brings an important realization: the world needs changing—and they might just be the ones to do it.

[honeysunai]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Cullen Rutherford x Lavellan reader

During the two years after Corypheus' defeat, Lavellan had to leave for months on end to seek her allies to keep the Inquisition afloat. Amidst the diplomatic endeavors, a letter from Cullen finds its way to her. author’s note: I'm writing this because I absolutely love Dragon Age. It's one of my favorite game franchises and I adore Cullen. Tumblr needs more Cullen. This is probably my favourite one shot I wrote ever. wordcount: 1,3k

The days are getting frustrating.

She has been working day in and day out to keep peace between her allies to bring them to compromises over the Inquisition. She was after all, in title still, the Inquisitor. Her unwavering commitment led her to bend rules and relinquish much, driven by an unshakeable determination. A lingering sense of unease gnawed at her, as if some malevolent force lurked in the shadows, ready to exploit any moment of vulnerability. The Avvar tribes from Frostback Basin were the least helpful and indulgent in her needs. She needed their written support in the continuation of the Inquisition and be part of the protectors of the realm and with such a generous and honorable offer she was humbled.

Humbled by bitter words and disapprovals beyond measures. After two days of diplomatic quarrels and revisiting the pros and cons of their alliances they still hadn't made up their mind.

She sat at a desk made of bones and dark wood with her head in her hands. She had to come to the realization that soon it would be the end. No one believed the Inquisition useful any longer, no one believed her to be of use no more. No matter how hard she'd work to keep the fires of hope burning, it was now a mere flicker as she reminisce the past.

She missed the old days, the action, the adventure with her friends. She missed Bull and his teasing; her reading times with Cassandra when the world wasn't burning; her chess games with Dorian, her endless training with Blackwall; her drinking friend, Sera and Josephine and her stupid dancing lessons that she'd grown to love. Amidst the nostalgia, a pang of longing hit her for the one she left behind months ago to pursue her quest: her beloved, Cullen.

Closing her eyes, she let the scenes unfold in her mind's eye—the tentative glances exchanged in Haven, the warmth of their shared laughter amidst the chaos of the Inquisition's formation, and the quiet moments stolen in the tranquility of Skyhold. But one memory she'd always cherish was the day he'd invited her for a game of chess, a game Dorian has taught her and he was a very severe teacher.

The flickering candlelight bathed the room in a warm, golden glow as Lavellan and Cullen sat across from each other, an ornate chessboard laid out between them. The air hummed with anticipation, the only sound the subtle clink of chess pieces being moved.

Lavellan's fingers danced gracefully over the carved ivory pieces, her eyes alight with a strategic fervor that belied her calm demeanor. "Your move, Commander," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Cullen raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. "I must admit, Inquisitor, I wasn't expecting such a challenge."

She grinned, capturing a pawn with a swift move. "Well, Commander, it seems elves aren't just skilled with a bow. We have a few tricks up our sleeves when it comes to chess as well."

Cullen chuckled, a warmth spreading across his face. "I'll remember to never underestimate you."

The game unfolded with a balletic precision, each move a careful dance of intellect and banter. Cullen, initially taken aback by the unexpected prowess of his opponent, watched in awe as Lavellan executed her strategies flawlessly.

As the tension mounted, Lavellan leaned back, studying the board with a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Your move, Commander. Don't tell me you're surrendering already."

Cullen's gaze met hers, a mock-serious expression on his face. "Never, Inquisitor. I just enjoy keeping you on your toes."

With a triumphant smile, Lavellan declared checkmate. Cullen's surprise was evident, his eyes widening in genuine admiration. "Well played," he conceded, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Lavellan leaned in, a sly grin playing on her lips. "A game well fought, Commander. Perhaps you'll catch me off guard next time."

Cullen leaned back, a subtle twinkle in his eye as he crossed his arms. "One can only hope, Inquisitor. Surprises can be quite... captivating, after all."

The victory wasn't just in the game but in the shared laughter that followed, a playful banter that hinted at the deeper connection blossoming between them. She couldn't help but smile at the memory of that victorious chess match—the strategic moves, the playful banter, and the spark of flirtation that hinted at the beginning of something more profound between them.

They've been through the hells and back and their love was stronger than it ever was, but this didn't mean she didn't miss him any less. He was on her mind every night and every morning, wishing he'd be there next to her. He would comfort her and make her laugh to ease the frustration that plagued her.

"What would you do, Cullen?" She'd muttered under her breath while pinching the bridge of her nose.

A knock on the door of her cabin echoed and she rushed to opened the door hoping to receive positive news of the clan chiefs, but was met with a messenger from Skyhold.

"Inquisitor, a letter for you." The man offered her the folded parchment with the sigil of Kirkwall molded in the red wax that held the paper from revealing the words written inside. She thanked the man and returned to her desk with her eyes glued on the wax seal. The Inquisitor's heart raced as she carefully unfolded the parchment, a mix of anticipation and longing swirling within her chest.

"My Dearest Vhenan,

I find myself surrounded by the quiet shadows of Skyhold, the empty halls echoing with the absence of your laughter. In these moments, I am acutely aware of the words I struggle to say, the gestures I fumble, and the emotions that elude my grasp. So, in the silence that separates us, I turn to this parchment, attempting to weave the sentiments I cannot articulate in person.

The future of the Inquisition has scattered us like leaves in the wind, and each step away from you feels like a stumble in the dark. It is in these quiet spaces, where your presence is most keenly missed, that I realize the depth of what we shared. You, my love, are the melody in the chaos, the anchor in the storm, and the warmth in the cold solitude.

I am not gifted with eloquence when it comes to matters of the heart, and my attempts at grand gestures often fall short. Yet, in the silent chambers of my thoughts, you are ever present, a constant hum in the background of my consciousness. Your courage, your kindness, and the way your eyes light up with passion have become the compass guiding my way.

As we find ourselves on separate paths, know that you are the sun on my horizon, the spark that refuses to be extinguished. I miss you more than words can convey, and with each passing day, the ache of your absence grows. Every quiet moment serves as a reminder of your touch, and every fleeting memory stirs a longing within me.

In these lines, I attempt to bridge the distance that stretches between us, to convey what my stumbling words fail to express. Until the day our paths cross again, carry with you the truth that you are missed, loved, and cherished beyond measure. The ink on this parchment may be a poor substitute for the warmth of my embrace, but it carries the essence of a heart that beats for you.

Yours, always and with all that I am,

Cullen" With each word, she felt the weight of Cullen's emotions, the sincerity of his struggles to express what lay in the depths of his heart. A tender smile curved her lips as the ink on the page painted a vivid picture of his love.

Her fingers traced the lines of the letter, as if seeking a tangible connection to the man who had become her anchor in the chaos of Thedas. The sincerity of his words resonated within her, echoing the sentiments she had sensed but had not dared to voice aloud.

As she reached the end of the letter, a gentle warmth enveloped her, like a soft embrace that bridged the physical distance between them. Tears welled in her eyes, not from sorrow, but from the overwhelming realization that she was deeply, wholly loved. In that solitary moment, she felt an unspoken bond, a connection that transcended the miles that now lay between them. With a soft sigh, she whispered, "I'll be with you soon, vhenan," as if the wind could carry her words across the continent.

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @plisuu and @greypetrel! Right under the wire c:

Tagging back (sorry it's so late!) @pinayelf @inquisimer @dreadfutures @idolsgf @vakarians-babe

@dungeons-and-dragon-age @nightwardenminthara @zenstrike

I am the busiest I've been in ages lol (hence my general absence), but I am determined to actually finish posting the last of my ficlets to the anthology fic on AO3. This last chapter is a longer version of A Fond Farewell, and here is a little snippet:

After everything that came next—her near-death at the hands of the Arishok, the ceremonies that followed—Fenris supposed it was foolish to miss something so simple as a goodbye. They were lucky to still have her at all, a miracle that could be attributed to anyone but Fenris. He ought to be glad for the sight of her skirts or robes disappearing around a corner, for the sound of her voice from another room or at the other end of the table. 

He wasn’t, though. Fenris might be resigned; he had made this bed, after all, and had no choice but to lie in it. He could not bring himself to feel glad, even when she stopped coming to cards smelling of someone else’s perfume, even when she finally started eating properly again and filled out her dresses as she had before her mother’s death.  In those first days, he’d watched her closely for any sign that she might turn on him. Now, he watched her to make up for the time he’d callously thrown away. Fenris had missed his chance to pay attention before. The night they’d spent together was a blur, hands and skin and warmth and pleasure beyond imagining. He should have tried harder to make it stick, to imprint each touch and brush of her hand into his mind, his skin, so he could recall them in his cold bed in the lonely days to come.  The chance for happiness had come and gone, and he had hurried it along with careless hands. Fenris thought this over and over that year as he watched Hawke at last begin to reach for the others again.  First, she nudged Merrill to tell a story at cards. Then, she linked arms with Merrill and Isabela to wander the Hightown markets. When she started to hug the others goodbye again, Fenris could have cheered. It is a singular pain, Fenris had learned, to watch one you care for deeply in a profound pain while one could not reach out to help them. Maria needed touch like she needed breath. Fenris would never be able to give her something so vital, but he was endlessly glad that someone else could. Even though he—on some nights, alone with his hands wrapped around a cool bottle of wine in his manor, he sometimes wished that he could be that for her, too.

[spacehostilityy]

NNT Rewatch s2ep1-6

(This was written weeks ago but was in my queue. I am moving back to my college town Saturday so busy days are to come but now I have things to procrastinate 😈)

So YAYAYAY time for season 2 (my fave season overall) !! I’ve rewatched this one before, so i actually remember some of this lol

Ban: I quit

Meliodas: your face is the only joke we can handle

HE GOT HIS ASS DAMN

i love both of diane’s orange fits, but s1 leotard hits different

i have thots abt the introduction of power levels that will be told beneath the cut

i mean it’s all very dragon ball (which i love, but in a very different way). I feel like they are just better executed in manga format, because saying the numbers out loud just kinda breaks up the flow of dialogue and action. Plus the numbers never stay accurate since the characters are always powering up and nakaba lowkey just stops using them at one point. so like assault mode!Meliodas has a power of 142,000. BUT he defeats enemies with powers higher than that and is shown to gain even more power. But this is the highest number we have for him. Overall, theyre clunky, not updated enough to be accurate, and just kinda cheesy :/ I feel like plot could have been added to justify and explain the eye of Balor (AKA Drole if i remember correctly) but it’s just used as an excuse to quantify the characters’ strength since this season is mainly focused on physical and emotional growth, as seen by the Ishtar Arc (one of my fave arcs hehe)

merlin’s friendship with hawk is actually so cute tho

so Meliodas’s beginner stats (still missing his powers) are magic 400, strength 960, spirit 2010. The way I see it, his insane spirit strength could mean one of two things: bitch is just hella determined in his quest to end their curses and protect his friends (likely) or merlin taking away his power only affects his strength and magic since spirit has to do with your mind (also likely) anyway what do y’all think?

how the fuck is gowther’s strength 500??? The average person who can lift 50-100 lbs has a strength of 30. HOW IN THE FUCK?? IS GOWTHER SECRETLY SWOLE????

Meliodas being like “no idk who the ten shadows could be haha” when he and merlin literally formed the sins to fight them and HE WAS THE LEADER OF THE 10 COMMANDMENTS is so funny like so tru king lie to their faces

the first thing Zeldris says is “3000 years... please tell me that he’s still alive” which tells me two things: 1) he doesn’t know about Meliodas’s curse, which could explain why estarossa kills him when he’s just going to come back a rival to the throne of the demon king and 2) the listed life expectancy of 1000 years for demons is probably not accurate lol

maybe it’s driven down due to number of battle deaths like the mortality rate of the middle ages lol

we are introduced to a demon who hopes mel is alive, shares a voice actor, AND HAS THE SAME FACE yeah the brother coding is very thick

AJSDBJKBHJEBFNWKFH YESSS THIS IS MY ALL TIME FAVE INTRO SONG AND ANIMATION

ban’s refusal to get jericho’s name right makes me laugh every time

Jericho: is scared and runs to Ban

Ban: 🤨 yeah. i don’t remember asking you to grab my arm🙄

im sorry but king rlly was a bad fairy king like mans didnt even know the forest was there 😭 its ok tho i love that for him

King hating Ban at first bc he “killed elaine and destroyed the fairy kings forest” only for Ban to pull THE BIGGEST uno reverse on him will never not be funny

wait does that mean ban is technically the 4th fairy king and king is both the 3rd and the 5th bc that would be rlly funny and does happen quite a bit historically

I love how as much as a smug asshole Ban is, he’s not rubbing it in King’s face and is showing him he’s still his friend

so if Gil is Margaret’s guard and Griamore is Veronica’s, does that mean Howzer was Elizabeth’s ?? bc that would be so fucking funny

Helbram got King’s ass with “and you’re short”

KASBDFNJBSDKF HE LOOKS SO GOOFY😭

MY BABYGIRLS ARE HEREEEE

Best girls Melascula and Derieri fr

i love that they said slader is gay, how can we let the audience know and then gave him the smoothest, gayest voice imaginable

merlin calling og gowther a great magician when we know he was the one to train her is actually so sad, i want to give baby merlin a hug

slader is hot, thanks for coming to the ted talk

how the fuck does he walk like this tho??

is there a reason i just don’t remember why they never really bring up albions again or do they just ~disappear~ conveniently from the story lol

So the whole concept of sacred treasures is really cool to me because they are clearly something unique to the Sins, despite all of the sacred treasures being very different and made of different materials. I mean Gowther’s is straight up made of light Still, them having weapons that serve as a constant and grow with them as they become more powerful is just a neat concept to me. I just wish we could have seen Ban use Courechouse more than just a few episodes. There really isn’t a plot reason he couldn’t have had it beforehand.

Gerheade being a bitch to Ban bc he’s a human makes literally no sense when we learn her backstory with Rou. Like NO sense at all lol

I honestly love that Meliodas destroyed the albion on his own. Like yes, he is my OP blorbo BUT he’s also supposed to be incredibly powerful in canon, which we haven’t seen him go all out with an enemy yet. Not only does he know all about albions (bc he’s a demon), but as leader of the 10 Commandments, he probably was on the controlling side of the golems. Then, as a member of Stigma, he fought against them. Not to mention, this is when he finally gets Lostvayne (the DEMON sword) back. This moment for me is when he gets to show off the perks of him being a powerful and high ranking demon. Might fuck around and do a full post later on Meliodas’s relationship to his own race and what/who he is lol

Ban screaming “you bitch!!” is... a wonderful experience

Yass king (hehehehe get it? bc his name is king? hehehe)

Galand petting Gloxinia is actually so cute lol

Merlin covering Arthur’s eyes 😭😭 she’s his mom fr

“its been a while meliodas” oop galand just let the Meliodas is 3000 years old cat out of the bag ehehe

(stay with me bc im about to get delusional) WAIT so galand says “to think that after all this time has passed youd still be in that form” in this essay i will prove that Meliodas looks like a young teenager because he essentially is biologically young for the demon race. Galand doesn’t know Mel was cursed, so he would think that he had aged in the past 3000 years. Plus, I think the demon king’s possession of Meliodas AND Zeldris can be (somewhat) compared to Sariel’s aging up of Solaseed. Anyway, i feel like this can support my hypothesis of Zeldris and Meliodas are just babies who will eventually look like adults. Also, I think them being super young just enhances the angst quite well.

everyone is fucking terrified of galand but hes just a silly foolish little fellow to me lol

ban and king being brothers-in-law makes my heart happy like theyre so cute

Ban threatening Gerheade and actually being pissed and serious has suddenly reminded me that if i saw a grown ass man who couldn’t die and was a 7 foot tall violent alcoholic i would be fucking terrified

like a demon 14 year old? creepy ig but not a 7 foot tall masochist with an 8 pack

I love how hard Diane always goes for the ones she loves, she’s just so devoted and passionate Best Girl tm behavior

*Merlin being incredibly confidant and nonchalant starting a proposition*

Meanwhile Merlin’s thoughts: SHIT SHIT I HAVE 10 SECONDS TO THINK BEFORE EVERYONE I LIKE DIES

Meliodas doing the same thing Hendy did by reattaching his fucking arms using Darkness and the sins still being like wait?? is Meliodas?? a... demon ??? 🤨

okay so we DO see him in this mode again. But what is it called? and why does he become no thots head empty? its not like he died. and even in assault mode, he has thoughts and emotions (when they’re not stuck in purgatory) 

Im ngl, i forgot everything about this episode entirely lol

obvi i hate that derieri died, but at least the souls she fucking ate got returned lol

do we think arthur has a tiny teenage gay crush on meliodas? Discuss.

(the answer is yes ehehe)

gowther walking around with his dang a lang swangin hehe

Gil crying in annoyance and defeat as griamore and howzer bicker is literally so hashtag real

HENDYYY MY BABYGIRL IS BACK BAYBAYYYY

very suddenly realized that Hendy’s probably only like in his 30s. Mans is just not that old

exactly 3 seconds after I had that though Howzer calls him old man LOLLL

i forgot about hendy’s childhood trauma. damn. thats actually rlly sad :/

look how cute he is tho 😭😭

hendy and dreyfus are in love. thanks for coming to another one of my ted talks

so do we think dreyfus is half druid (and zaratras is full) or zaratras is half druid? i mean they’re half brothers but only one is a called a druid sooo

IM SORRY BUT THIS IS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING SCREENSHOT ASDFFHSLDH elizabeth scandalized, meliodas accepting his fate, slader leaning in closer and blushing ITS JUST SO GOOD

The ass shot of Diane 🤨😑

Damn Idk how i never realized that all of them pretty much only call Meliodas captain. Merlin, Ban, and Elizabeth are the only ones who will call him Meliodas, but even merlin and ban typically go with captain.

“im a giant, why arent you afraid of me?” hes a fucking demon. lol