#julia x alice

[bardicwanderlust]

hello chat its time to be unironically annoyed again because can someone answer to me why the magicians fandom offed itself so hard. like okay I know the ending kinda killed shit and like older shows have less fandom but like come onnn hannibal has been a cancelled done deal tv show since what 2015 and people still talk about it like its actively being written. which is great because its an amazing show but I need the magicians to have a comeback right now and I'm so srs about this... i neeeed more fillorians in my life please please PLEASE come message me I'm so desperate for fandom friends its PAINFUL... i need to yap about quentin and eliot and margo and penny and alice and julia and kady PLEASE

[shuutingstar]

It’s FINALLY done. I’ve finished the sit-com/reality tv show/whatever. It’s only one chapter/a oneshot because it honestly took so long just to write and I procrastinated a bit, but there’s like 4 drafts of just different scenarios for this AU and I’m tired. Not sure if I’ll post this on ao3 or not, but whatever.

context (I guess??) to my suffering.

@doodlebugdpj I hope you like it and I’m terribly sorry if it wasn’t what you were expecting! I understand if it’s garbage because it honestly is.

[camera pans on Will Solace’s face. He’s sitting on a love seat in a bland room and fidgeting with his hands]

Will: [blinks uncomfortably] uh, I’m not sure what I’m meant to—

[a piece of paper gets thrown at Will and he catches it effortlessly, he looks at the contents and sighs]

Will: [reading from the paper indifferently] welcome to the start of a spin-off series where we look into the lives of the demigods residing at Camp Half-Blood. There will be laughs, there will be hardship, but most of all there will be a rememberable and lovable cast of characters— do I have to read this?

Apollo [off-screen]: of course! How else am I meant to start off my career as the best movie director? You know, I’m still disappointed that I couldn’t be in the show, but maybe Hephaestus is just waiting to star me in something really popular! I know he would never brush off my experience and expertise!

Will: [sighs] fine, fine. —rememberable and lovable cast of characters who all face the mundane problems of Camp Half-Blood. Grab some popcorn and sit back because you are about to be sent to an entire different world.

[Apollo claps off-screen while Will puts his head in his hands]

Apollo: well done! Although I do think you need to be more expressive, but I suppose it’s usable. Now if I had done it I would’ve used more emotions to convey just how excited I was to show off my new show, but that might just be a me thing.

Will: [puts his hands on his lap] can I go yet? Nico said he wanted to play some video games today and I need enough brain power to mentally prepare myself for my inevitable defeat.

Apollo: [hums] I guess. All right, you may leave.

[Will stands up quickly and leaves the studio room/basement of the Big House without another word]

[The camera cuts to a shot of Alice Mizayawa and Julia Feingold, who are standing opposite each other]

Alice: so you know how Mr. D loves his coke?

Julia: [nods] yeah.

Alice: [giggles] so what if I told you I swapped it for diet?

Julia: [blinks] you… Alice!? Are you stupid?!

Alice: [scoffs] no? I am completely aware of the consequences! It’s called wanting to have fun, Juls.

Julia: [raises an eyebrow] are you sure you aren’t trying to impress Kayla?

Alice: [slaps a hand on Julia’s mouth] what?! No! Why would I?

[camera cuts to Julia Feingold sitting on the love seat]

Julia: [looks deadpan at camera] Alice has a crush on Kayla and before you say that it was rude of me to reveal that, I’ll have you know that everyone at camp knows except for Kayla.

[camera cuts back to the previous scene]

Julia: [sighs and gets rid of Alice’s hand] okay, okay. How are you supposed to know if Mr. D finds out?

Alice: [smirks] don’t worry, I’ll know.

[a beat of silence before a frustrated scream echoes through the camp, few campers look for its source]

Alice: there it is!

Julia: [face palms] you are so dead.

[camera cuts to Alice sitting on the loveseat, looking worse for wear yet smiling brightly]

Alice: I got put on dish washing duty for a month, but it was worth it! [she sits crisscrossed on the seat] Kayla said my prank was hilarious! Can you believe that? [her smile widens] I think I might explode.

[Dionysus sits at the love seat, looking beyond tired]

Mr. D: fuck you, Zeus.*

*Hephaestus TV would like to clarify that this is a figure of speech and Dionysus does not actually want to fuck Zeus.

[camera cuts to Cecil Markowitz, Lou Ellen and Will Solace sitting in a circle and playing a card game]

Lou: [places a card on the deck in the middle of the circle] UNO.

Will: [huffs] I swear if this is your third win—

Lou: oh please, you’re just mad you’re bad at a card game.

Cecil: [chuckles] even I’ve won at least once.

Will: [rolls his eyes] it’s a game of luck, Cecil. You don’t need much to win a game like this.

[in the background a cabin lights on fire and Percy Jackson can be seen controlling water from the lake to extinguish it]

Lou: [smirks] are you not lucky, Will?

Will: [deadpans] Tyche hates my guts.

Cecil: did you accidentally forget to heal Chiara or something?

Will: what? No! I take my job as head healer very seriously.

[the fire slowly dissipates, however the cabin is charred and badly damaged. Annabeth Chase walks over to Percy, the two discussing something too far to pick up on]

Lou: [shrugs] it’s your turn, dipshit.

Will: [looks at his cards, then places one on the deck ans grins] maybe Tyche doesn’t hate my guts.

Cecil: [groans] just great. [takes four cards from the opposite deck reluctantly]

Lou: what’s the colour?

Will: hmm, how ‘bout blue?

Lou: ugh! You son of a bicth!

[Will and Cecil laugh at Lou’s unfortunate situation all the while in the background the cabin has gone up in flames again, Percy and Annabeth staring for a single moment before trying to extinguish it again]

Will: [puts a card down] UNO!

Cecil: whaaaat?!

Lou: fuck you, sunshine boy.

Will: [grins smugly] I guess Tyche has finally blessed me. Suck it, losers!

Cecil: [frowns] you’re so cruel, William.

[the three friends laugh as the sun sets behind them. The cabin is no longer on fire and now Leo Valdez and Harley have joined Annabeth and Percy. They discuss something before Harley looks down dejectedly]

[the camera cuts to the bland room once more, Will Solace sitting in the love seat once again]

Will: for the record, I won that UNO game.

[a paper gets thrown at him and Will looks at its contents indifferently]

Will: [reading form the paper] that concludes the pilot episode for Apollo’s new TV show. He would like to thank himself for coming up with the idea and Hephaestus TV for sponsoring the production. Tune back in next Wednesday to catch the very first episode of the series. [looks at camera] how much longer is this gonna last, dad?

Apollo [off-screen]: dunno, I’ll have to check the views first. I’ll get back to you.

[the screen fades to black as Will stands up and leaves]

don’t ask my what kayla x alice is doing in here, I wanted a funny scene and kayla was the first person I thought of.

I hate this so much, but honestly I kind of just want to be done with this (for now). This most definitely branches out from my initial post because it’s hard to incorporate fight scenes when my vocabulary only consists of ‘explosions’ and ‘screams’ in that field. Also, I guess it would make sense if sometimes camp wasn’t in mortal danger and other times it was? So yeah. That’s what this is.

[grvekppr]

Unexpected communism

Please don’t edit my artwork & don’t repost without crediting me. Ik how tcoaal fandom is

[nerdgirlbrittany]

A look at some of my favorite items from The Magicians that I kept in my personal collection. Can you identify these amazing items?

[tmnt-chaos]

Meet Alice

She and Julia have rivalry

All because Alice likes Jaxson even though he's made it clear he's gay and taken on live TV and wants to be the only girl in his life. Why not bother Ameria and Julius then? Because of the age gap between them and Jsxson. It's like jealous fan and celebrity that wants nothing to do with the fan so family has to step in.

Btw, Jaxson lives in a hidden country of mutants called Lumar and speaks Lumarian.

[eliotqueliot]

you want it darker? || dark king eliot, Ch. 5, Eliot's POV, now up

you want it darker? || dark king eliot - Chapter 5 - EliotQueliot, victoriaandalbert - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Summary:

With Josh's help, Eliot gets to work collecting ingredients to bring Q back, including a visit to the Kitchen Witch. An ambush by the Takers leads to an unsavory encounter with the Dark King.

So, it's taken me over four months to make this chapter! It's close to 20k, yay! So glad to finally be able to share it.

Thank you to victoriaandalbert  @juliawickers for all the inspiration and encouragement!💖

And to all of you who are reading! Your appreciation gives me strength 💖

[bethaven]

Well, this was not a surprise at all...

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[at1nys-blog]

Masterlist

【The Campers】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ Hungry and exhausted kids (Camp Half-Blood)

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ Serendipitous Path (Miyazawa x Yew)

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ more to come

【The Gods】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ Thunders leaving hints

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ more to come

. *. ⋆⋆.*.

【Percy Jackson】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Annabeth Chase】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Luke Castellan】

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【Grover Underwood】

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【Clarisse La Rue】

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【Charles Beckendorf】

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【Chris Rodriquez】

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【Silena Beauregard】

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【Connor Stoll】

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【Travis Stoll】

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【Thalia Grace】

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【Bianca Di Angelo】

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【Nico Di Angelo】

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【Lee Fletcher】

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【Malcom Pace】

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【Michael Yew】

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【Alice Miyazawa】

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【Julia Feingold】

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【Ethan Nakamura】

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【Austin Lake】

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【Katie Garnder】

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【Kayla Knowles】

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【Will Solace】

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【Frank Zhang】

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【Hazel Levesque】

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【Jason Grace】

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【Leo Valdez】

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【Piper McLean】

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【Reyna Ramirez-Arellano】

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【Drew Tanaka】

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【Laurel Victor】

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【Holly Victor】

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【Cecil Markowitz】

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【Chiara Benvenuti】

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【Miranda Gardiner】

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【Zeus/Jupiter】

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【Poseidon/Neptune】

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【Hades/Pluto】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Persephone/Proserpina】

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【Demeter/Ceres】

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【Hestia/Vesta】

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【Hera/Juno】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Athena/Minerva】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Aphrodite/Venus】

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【Ares/Mars】

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【Hephaestus/Vulcan】

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【Apollo】

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【Artemis/Diana】

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【The Hunters of Artemis】

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【Zoë Nightshade】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Hermes/Mercury】

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【Dionysus/Bacchus】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Hecate】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

【Sally Jackson】

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.➳ nothing yet

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Alice in Borderland

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[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 ����𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒

pairing: daemon targaryen x royce!reader

summary: after an unexpected invitation to a wedding at the north, y/n royce teams up with her unbearable ex-husband, prince daemon targaryen, on a journey that leads us to Winterfell, where they plan to stop their daughter from marrying cregan stark.

author's note: this short series (it will probably be a trilogy) is based off the movie "ticket to paradise" (yes the one with george clooney and julia roberts)

warnings: enemies to lovers, short haired daemon, y/n and daemon hate each other and will probably remind you of your divorced parents. daenys is 18 and i don't remember how old is cregan sorry :)

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You thought that years after your daughter became a woman, parenting wouldn't be a problem in your life anymore. You were wrong. As your eyes read the letter in your hand, over and over again, your mind screamed: This is all his fault!!! And of course you knew it wasn't directly his fault, after all, your ex-husband resided at King's Landing, and probably by now he'd be reading the letter, same as you, after receiving this dreadful news. Your sweet young daughter has just got engaged to Cregan Stark.

Daemon's nostrils dilated in anger. Two weeks ago, Viserys had asked him to visit Winterfell and make presence at Cregan's takeover ceremony, as he just became the new Lord of Winterfell. The Prince was ready to do so, but his precious Daenys asked him to go on her father and uncle's behalf. Now, Daemon would take the blame as he knew it was, in fact, his fault.

As the The Rogue Prince went over the words written on the paper, he could already feel your future judgmental gaze burning him alive. He had thrown his daughter to the wolves, and she thought she was prepared to lead the pack. She asked to go and he let her. Now, he was invited to a wedding at The North.

This wouldn't be happening if she lived in The Vale with you. But no, she had to choose daddy. She would always choose daddy. The Vale didn't had a dragonpit, The Vale didn't had her silver-haired family, The Vale didn't had anything but cows and sheeps and grass. But The Vale had you, and sometimes Daenys would stay for a few weeks with you, even if that meant that her dragon would be flying around Runestone and scaring the villagers.

You had received a raven from Daemon, inviting you to King's Landing so he could escort you to Winterfell on dragonback. Though you preferred the more traditional method of traveling on horseback, you accepted.

The capitol greeted you with its usual oppressive heat and unpleasant smells. It was as you remembered it: hot, congested, and overwhelmingly unpleasant. The last time you had been here was for Rhaenyra's engagement, which had turned into a wedding—and a funeral. The bitterness of that memory lingered.

The court's reception of you was as cold as the city was warm. You were an outsider—no Targaryen lineage, no purple eyes, and no place in the intricate web of court politics. Queen Alicent, though not a Targaryen herself, had embraced the court's customs, which had twisted her children into incestuous little monsters. And as for the heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra's disdain for you was palpable, perhaps fueled by her own obsession with Daemon. The rest of the court's members paid little heed to your presence.

Your carriage delivered you to the Dragonpit, where Daemon was preoccupied with Caraxes, his dragon. The beast’s excitement was evident in its whistling and the way it eagerly twisted its neck to catch sight of you.

Daemon's scowl was familiar as he wrestled with Caraxes. “I wondered if you’d actually come,” he grumbled, his voice a mix of irritation and begrudging relief.

“You knew I had no choice, someone had to come fix up your mess." You shrugged, getting closer to pet the animal.

"My mess!? I don't remember telling Daenys to marry Cregan fucking Stark!" The Rogue Prince scoffed, his voice sounding a little high pitched, "I gave her a task, It's not my fault she has done something completely different."

You hissed at his audacious condescension, "You gave her your task, your responsibility. It's your fault Daemon, as everything is always your fault."

The Rogue Prince frowned as he hopped on his dragon's back, "What's that supposed to mean?"

You chose to ignore him, but accepted his help to get on top of Caraxes' back.

It took eight agonizing hours upon the skies on way to Winterfell, and you could only imagine how many Stark babies your daughter had made by now. It was quite silent upon the clouds, and you could feel the cold air of The North starting to freeze your bones. You wondered if Daenys had adapted herself to the cold already. As always, all your thoughts were on your daughter.

A soft, almost comical tune drifted over as Daemon hummed in High Valyrian while steering the dragon. You rolled your eyes and snorted.

"What’s so amusing now?" Daemon asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Just thinking about how we're going to stop her from marrying the North’s icy prince," you replied with a sigh.

Daemon’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "We should act like we're totally onboard with this. I'll get Cregan to admit he's marrying her just to get his hands on political power, and you, with your talent for manipulation, can work your magic on her."

You shot him a sharp look. "Oh, right. Because your idea of ‘support’ is turning into a two-faced schemer, and my ‘magic’ is just being a professional puppet master. Perfect."

Daemon chuckled at your response, his gaze fixed on the icy expanse below. "It’s not a matter of ‘manipulating’ her, it’s about protecting her. If this marriage goes south, it’s not just her future at risk—it’s the stability of my entire line."

“Stability? You’ve always cared more about your pride and dragons than anything else,” you retorted, shivering slightly as the cold air intensified.

“Pride and dragons have their place, but you underestimate my concern for Daenys,” Daemon said, his voice softening. “She’s my daughter too. If this marriage is a political maneuver or a trap, I need to know. And unfortunately I need your help to do that.”

The snow-covered landscape of Winterfell was becoming clearer as Caraxes descended. You glanced at Daemon, seeing a flicker of genuine worry in his eyes. For a moment, the old animosity between you seemed to melt away, replaced by a shared concern for your daughter.

As Caraxes touched down in the snow-covered grounds of Winterfell, the stark chill of the North bit through your layers. Daemon’s expression was a mix of determination and frustration, and you couldn’t help but notice how the grandeur of Winterfell seemed to dwarf the fiery presence of his dragon.

You and Daemon dismounted swiftly, the crunch of snow beneath your boots echoing in the silent, frigid air. The imposing structure of Winterfell loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the warmth and opulence of King's Landing.

“The Starks will be expecting us,” Daemon said tersely, his gaze scanning the frosty landscape. “We need to play our parts carefully.”

You nodded, still bristling from the cold and the tension between you two. “I’ll do my best. But if this whole affair is some kind of power grab or an elaborate ploy against us, I want to make sure Daenys is safe.”

Daemon’s expression softened again, a rare glimpse of vulnerability crossing his features. “We’ll find out soon enough. For now, let’s just hope this is a union built on more than just politics.”

As you approached the gates of Winterfell, the grandeur of the ancient castle was both intimidating and awe-inspiring. The guards let you pass with minimal fuss, their cold eyes assessing you and Daemon with practiced neutrality. The hallways of Winterfell were lined with Stark banners, and the warmth from the hearths provided a small relief from the biting cold outside.

You were soon ushered into a grand hall where Cregan Stark awaited. His presence was as formidable as his reputation, with an aura of quiet strength that seemed to fill the room. Beside him was Daenys, looking regal but noticeably tense, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of relief and apprehension.

“Mother, Father,” Daenys greeted, her voice steady despite the situation. “I’m glad you’ve arrived safely.”

You offered her a warm but concerned smile, taking in her attire and the unmistakable signs of stress on her face. "Daenys, dear. You look… well. But we need to talk."

Cregan stepped forward, his expression courteous but his eyes sharp. "Welcome to Winterfell. I trust the journey was not too arduous?"

Daemon gave a curt nod, his eyes fixed on Cregan. “It was long, but we’ve managed. I hope the arrangements for the wedding are proceeding as planned?”

Cregan’s expression remained neutral. “Indeed. We’ve made all necessary preparations. I’m eager to discuss the future and the alliance this marriage represents.”

As the conversation continued, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a complex and possibly perilous chapter. You knew you’d have to navigate not only the intricacies of court politics but also the fraught emotions of a father who was clearly worried about his daughter’s well-being.

The banquet that followed was a display of Northern hospitality, but your mind was elsewhere, focusing on how to ensure Daenys’s future was secure. As the evening wore on, you planned your next steps carefully, knowing that every word and action would impact the delicate balance of relationships that had already been strained.

As you finally retired to your quarters for the night, you and Daemon shared a moment of silence. The weight of the situation was palpable, and while the old arguments and grievances were still there, a shared purpose had emerged. Protecting Daenys was now the priority, and perhaps, in this endeavor, you and Daemon could find some common ground, if only for a little while.

In the stillness of the night, you lay in the unfamiliar bed of Winterfell, the grandeur of the castle doing little to soothe your growing unease. The banquet had been a parade of forced smiles and veiled threats, and the cold seemed to seep through your bones with each passing moment.

A knock at your door broke the silence, and you opened it to find Daemon, his face lit by the flickering torchlight. His usually stern demeanor was tinged with a rare hint of vulnerability.

"Thought I'd find you awake," Daemon said, stepping inside, uninvited "We need to be extra cautious. Cregan Stark is shrewd, and there’s more to this marriage than meets the eye."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Is that so? Because it sounds like you’re just now realizing what kind of game the Starks are playing. Should I prepare myself for a lecture on how wolves hunt in packs?"

Daemon scowled, clearly irritated. "I don't need you to remind me. What I need is to figure out if this alliance is a genuine union or a clever trap."

You snorted, leaning against the wall. "And you think I’m here for the fun of it? We need to be careful, Daemon. You can’t just stomp around like a bull in a wolf’s den and expect to come out unscathed."

Daemon’s eyes flashed with irritation. "I’m not planning on stomping around. I’m suggesting we handle this with some subtlety. Unlike some people who seem to think they can charm their way through every situation."

You gave him a sharp look. "Oh, don’t start with the high-handed approach. We both know you’re just as likely to spark a conflict as you are to prevent one. If you want to be useful, maybe try blending in with the Northerners instead of prancing around like a dragon amongst wolves."

He narrowed his eyes. "And maybe you could stop pretending you have all the answers and start cooperating for once. We’re in this together, whether you like it or not."

With a huff, you pushed away from the wall. "Fine. Let’s agree to not kill each other while we’re here. But remember, Daemon, while you’re plotting your next move, I’ll be the one trying to keep the peace and avoid any unnecessary skirmishes."

Daemon’s expression softened just a fraction. "Agreed. I’ll focus on not antagonizing everyone, if you focus on not making me look like a fool."

As he turned to leave, you caught his arm, a smile playing on your lips. "If this goes south, I expect a full report on how you are to blame."

He shot you a sardonic smile. "I’ll make sure to include a chapter on your unmatched ability to defuse a crisis."

With that, he left, and you returned to the window, staring out at the snow-covered grounds. The chill of Winterfell seemed to amplify the tensions between you, but perhaps, with a bit of wit and a lot of careful maneuvering, you could unravel the true nature of this alliance and ensure Daenys's future wasn't just a pawn in a Stark game.

chapter two: icy flames

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Twenty Two

available on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag for other chapters | warnings: mentions of smoking and cigarettes

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Twenty Two:

The waters of Zaun’s river lapped at the river bank as you both lounged on the ground, the sun illuminating the pages of your book wonderfully. Lying flat on your belly, you kicked your feet back and forth as Silco skipped the stones over the water’s surface.

“We were supposed to be out together,” he grumbled. “But you have your nose buried in that stupid book.”

You flicked a page, shushing him. “Be quiet. Julia’s just about to kill the evil witch.”

He chuckled, amused as his eyes settled on your unaware face. They traced the curve of your nose, the way your lashes fluttered as you blinked, the way your lips parted in wonder at the narrative unfolding behind your eyes.

“Does the evil witch ever get a name?” He probed. You looked up.

“The Evil Blanca,” you said proudly. He laughed.

“That’s a stupid name.”

You rolled your eyes, returning to the book. He leaned over to you, breath tickling your ear. “Be honest, [name], and admit that book’s shit.”

You gave a small laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you angled your head away. “Stop that. It tickles.”

“What does?” He put a palm flat on the ground next to you, caging you in as he leaned back into your nape. You squirmed against him.

“That!” You laughed breathlessly. 

His hands flew to your sides, attacking you with tickles until you were gasping for air, tears in your eyes as you could barely breathe. “Admit the book’s awful.”

“I admit it!” You cried out, cackling hard as you tried to wiggle away from him. He grabbed your hips and dragged you back in. “It’s the worst thing I’ve ever read!”

“Not possible. It’s the only thing you’ve ever read.” His fingers stopped moving, but his hands didn’t move away from your hips. You kicked one of your legs over his, grinning. 

“I’ve read your ledgers,” you pointed out.

“They’re numbers, [name].”

“They’re better cause I know you’re the one who wrote them.”

“So what? You’re in love with my handwriting?”

You swooned dramatically. “You’ve caught me.”

“I didn’t know my handwriting had an admirer.”

You smirked, leaning away a little. He leaned forward in return. “Not just your handwriting?”

“Is that so?” He murmured, eyes transfixed on your face. 

You were quickly beginning to flush at the turn the conversation was taking, and pulled away from him, drawing your knees up to your chest. “R-right, well- you’re right, the book is really cheesy. But it’s sweet. And it’s fun.”

He picked up the hardback and flicked to the page you’d marked, a small grin still on his face. “Flowery language,” he remarked. “The bane of my existence.”

“Just say you’re a Negative Nancy,” you complained, and snatched the book off of him. He sighed and rolled his eyes. You stowed it away in your satchel, standing up.

He followed suit, slinging his arm around your shoulders. You grunted as he dragged your closer, making you stumble. “Last Drop?”

“Is that the only place you spend your time?” You muttered. He grinned and looked at you.

“There and with you.”

“That’s really sad.”

He jostled you, and you yelped, clutching the strap of your satchel. “Don’t act as if it’s the same with you,” he said, jabbing at your ribs. You twisted away from him.

“Not true,” you retorted. “I have Hilda’s shop. And Alice.”

“Speaking of which, is waiting for you at the Last Drop. So let’s pick up the pace, shall we?”

The door creaked as you both entered. Alice and a younger Violet were sitting on the floor, a spread of colourful papers beneath them. Felicia emerged from behind the counter. You looked at her pregnant belly, dropping the satchel to the floor. 

“Looks uncomfortable,” you remarked, walking over to where Alice was. Your daughter looked up at you, giving you a gap toothed grin. You leaned down.

Felicia sighed. “It looks how it feels,” she said tiredly, walking across the room to slide into a chair. You picked up one of Alice’s drawings. The aid filled with heavy silence and the scratching of Vi’s crayon on paper.

“I drew a flower!” Alice said proudly. You held the paper to your chest.

“It’s wonderful. When we go home, I’ll frame it and hang it up. In fact, let’s dedicate an entire wall to your drawings.” You began picking up the strewn drawings all over the floor. “It’ll be our own little art gallery.”

“Really?” Her big green eyes were shining. You laughed and nodded. You could hear Silco’s footsteps behind you as he went to sit at Felicia’s table.

“Ever thought of having kids, [name]?” Felicia asked. There was another drink in her hand. She swirled the straw around in the sweet liquid. You turned to look at her. 

Silco was sitting opposite her, face pointedly looking at a book. You realized it was the ‘Julia and the Wickerlight’ he hated so much. He was frowning, flicking through the pages, eyes skimming the words. Felicia was facing you, looking at you expectantly. 

“Oh, I’m not sure.” You turned back to Alice, smoothing the girl’s hair over. She wasn’t listening, too busy creating another crude, wobbly masterpiece. “Dunno who I’d even have them with anyways. Plus, I have Alice.” You quickly glanced back to her, eyes flicking to Silco and then back to her, and flashed her a grin. 

She shifted in her seat, and Silco looked up. “What about you, Sil? You're gonna have kids?”

His brow furrowed and he turned back to the book. “Unless I find someone, most likely not.”

“Go find someone then.”

He waved a hand at her dismissively, ignoring her. She rolled her eyes and looked at you. “How come you’re not sure? I mean, sure, you have Alice, but wouldn’t you want one that’s really your own?”

“Alice is really my own,” you said coldly. She flushed. 

“Not like that,” she started quickly. “I-“

“I should hope not.” You stood up, and dusted yourself off. “And anyways, I’m not impartial to the company of children.”

“Really?” She crossed her arms, elbows pressed against the table as you flopped into a seat, digging around in the previously-discarded-on-the-floor satchel Silco had dragged along with him. “You look like you love them.”

“I’m nice to them, and care about them,” you retorted. You pulled out a pack of cards. “Anyone wanna play Un?”

“No thanks,” Silco muttered. He was focused on the book. You nudged him teasingly.

“See? It’s not so bad, is it?”

“…It’s well written,” he said stiffly. You squealed with delight, grabbing the book from his hands. He looked at you, miffed.

“Sorry.” You cleared your throat. “I’m just glad you like it.”

“Give it back,” he snapped. You blinked at him. 

“…Why?”

“I was just about to read the bit where Blanca steals Nico’s candle. The book, please.”

You bit your lip, grinning as you practically thrust the book at him. “You love it.”

“It’s readable.”

You ignored him, still grinning wildly as you began shuffling the cards. Felicia watched you both carefully, before picking up the small hand you’d tossed to her. You swept the remainder of the cards into a neat deck by your side.

You played your first card, eyes flicking to the bar. Vander had emerged from the back, and was wiping down the bar top. Alice and Violet had migrated to a small, quiet booth in the corner.

Felicia noticed you staring. “It won’t be a rowdy night,” she reassured you. “It’s Monday evening. People tend to keep it quiet on nights like these.”

You gave her a brisk smile and nodded as she set down a yellow card, and dismissively flicked your own yellow on top. “You’ve got Vi. I’ll trust your judgement.”

Felicia laughed, running a hand through her hair as she set down a yellow plus-two. You paused, staring at her. “It’s been three cards since the game started,” you said, affronted. She laughed, raising a shoulder.

“Pick up two, then.”

Your hand hovered over your plus-four, when you felt Silco’s breath on your neck.

“Don’t play it.”

You turned to him. His breath was on your cheek now. “What?” You whispered softly. He scooted closer to you, eyes still fixated on your hand.

“Save the plus-four for later.” He took two cards from the deck on the side and pushed them into your lap. His fingers grazed your thigh and you shivered. Felicia was focused on the two girls in the corner as she waited for your next move. “If she’s only on one card or hits you with plus-four instead. Save your good cards for later in the game.”

The sudden proximity was making you blush, even though you’d been this close before. Was it the fact that he was whispering in your ear? Patiently explaining to you, attention fixed on you, hands on your-

Felicia tossed down another card. He straightened up and turned back to the book. You looked at her, frazzled.

“Uh, right.” You played a red six. She smirked at your red face.

“What’s wrong? You look like a tomato.”

“Too much to drink, maybe,” you said briskly, rearranging the cards in your quivering hands.

“You haven’t drunk,” she pointed out flatly. You shrugged. 

“Whatever. Then it’s the heat.”

“It’s the middle of Nove-“

You slammed your hand onto the table. She flinched and Silco raised his head. You drew your palm away to reveal the black card.

Plus four.

Felicia sulkily picked up four cards, pressing her lips together. You rolled your eyes, huffing lightly. “Colour change to red.”

Silco looked at you inquisitively. You looked at him. “What?”

“You didn’t take my advice.”

Felicia put down a card. You put down another. Plus two. “Un,” you said excitedly. She groaned, looking down at the six cards still left in her hands. Silco touched your shoulder. You looked at him.

“Sorry,” you said quickly, and put down your final card before Felicia could even make her move. She tossed her hand onto the table- every colour but red lay before her. “I won though.”

He shrugged. “That you did.”

You grinned. “How’s the book going?”

“Very suspenseful.” He handed the thin copy to you. “I’ll finish it later.”

“Have you marked it?”

“I find dog-earring pages a horrific practice, but since your book’s pages are practically dog faced I took the liberty to make a little fold where I left off.” You turned the book to the side to see a small break in the pages, then back up at him again.

“It’s fine.” 

He let out a short breath. “I know it’s fine.”

“Let’s read together.”

He looked at you as you shoved him further down the booth, so his back was pressed to the wall, and clambered over his legs to get to his other side. You pressed the book against his chest. “I’m way ahead of you, so it’ll be like a recap for me.

He tensed beneath you as you pressed yourself against his arm, shifting so your head was resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. Then relaxed, melted. You could hear his quickening heartbeat. He gingerly opened the pages.

“Fine,” he muttered. You hummed, basking in the warmth radiating off of him in waves.

‘And so, Ciara and Elysia set off upon the high hills to search for their sister, not knowing about the castle she had bound herself to. Their dedication and love illuminated a trail through the forest…’

Silco smacked a hand against the page exasperatedly. “See? This is awful. How does their dedication and love lead them to a magical hidden castle?”

You rolled your eyes, tilting your head. Your lips just barely brushed his collarbone. “Because it’s a story, idiot.”

“Right.” He scoffed. You nudged him.

“See, something must have led me to you, right?” You cheekily joked. After a moment of silence, you looked up at him. He was blushing, avoiding your gaze.

“What, dedication and love?”

“Precisely.”

He scoffed, still not looking at you. “Liar. It was your nicotine addiction.”

“I just wanted a cigarette!” You protested. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. You stiffened. He tilted your chin so you were facing the book again, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“And I’m glad you did.”

-

You were in bed.

Awake.

You didn’t know where you were at first. By the patterns in the ceiling, you assumed you were in the Haven.

You didn’t know who’s clothes you were wearing. Judging by the soft texture, you assumed they were Donna’s.

You didn’t know who scrubbed you clean. Your face felt fresh. The air was cool. Your palms weren’t soaked in blood, other than a small dark line of red beneath your fingernails. You assumed it was Donna.

You hadn’t moved an inch, bar your chest moving up and down with every shallow breath. 

You feared if you moved, then you’d have to face everything that had happened last night. That it would become truly real. You refused to believe in it otherwise.

Shutting your raw, tear-dry, sleep-crusted eyes, you tried to fall back asleep.

[vsenyatargaryen]

Duty Bound

Aemond Targaryen x Female Targaryen Reader

Summary; No matter how many suitors your father puts before you, it never stops you craving Aemond.

Warnings; incestuous relationship, teasing, smut, arranged marriage, swearing, angst, manipulation, jealousy, thoughts of murder (Targaryen!reader is a little dark minded) 🎶Alexa play Issues by Julia Michaels 🎶

Aemond had been watching you all night. Every movement you made, every word you spoke - he observed you from across the room. Under the intensity of his stare, you found it hard to concentrate on anything else, on anyone else. Whatever it was the Lord next to you was speaking about, you weren’t paying enough attention to care. He was a potential suitor your father, King Viserys, had arranged a visit from - much to your distaste.

You wanted nothing more than to excuse yourself from this dull dinner with your family and these visitors, and go back to your rooms, preferably with Aemond. You’d give anything to have his mouth on your cunt again, his long, slender fingers fucking you open as you grip onto the sheets, both cursing and praising his name in your mother tongue.

With a sigh, you finished the remnants of your chalice, praying the wine would calm your thoughts, and this arousal rising through you.

Aemond’s lips curved up into a smirk, as if he could read your mind.

Fuck him.

The rest of the night passed by painfully slowly. By the time your father and Queen Alicent left and the feast ended, you were drained from playing all the false pretence next to that Lord, but it didn’t take long for a renewed energy to flow through you once you got back to your chambers.

After a quick bath, you changed into your silken robe and headed to the secret passage that led to a corridor outside Aemond’s rooms. You had sworn your ladies-in-waiting to secrecy, and they knew better than to betray a Targaryen. You never really knew if they were more afraid of you, or Aemond.

Your half brother was sitting at his desk when you sneaked through the door, a book in his hand as the light from the fireplace gently crackled beside him. He didn’t even look up as you walked towards him, letting your robe fall to the floor to reveal your naked body.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” Aemond spoke as he turned the page, his tongue darting out between his lips.

“You were watching me all night. Or perhaps it was the Lord who captured your attention. He is quite handsome,” you mocked, making Aemond lift his head up with a narrowed gaze.

“I want to finish this book before the morrow,” he said, a noticeable strain in his voice as he finally set sights on your bare body, oh so ready and wanting for him.

At first, you wanted to stomp your foot in defiance, but you knew another approach would work much better in your favour.

“Then that’s your choice,” you shrugged, picking your robe up and putting it back on before turning to leave. “I’m sure Aegon would appreciate my company, or perhaps kēpus Daemon.”

The sound of the chair crashing on the floor caught you off guard. Just as your hand reached for the door handle, Aemond was on you, pushing you with your back against the door frame and his arm across your neck.

“You’re a fool,” he sneered, having discarded his eye patch sometime in his outburst.

You knew he had done it as a way to intimidate you, but getting to see the beauty of his sapphire eye always took your breath away. There was always a bitter sweetness to the fact he let you see him like this.

You weren’t at Driftmark when he lost his eye, but it was a reminder of the strain between your family - how this connection and these heated, stolen moments between you could add to that, or maybe heal it.

“Look at you, dressed like some common whore,” Aemond scoffed, his free hand undoing your robe before giving one of your breasts a rough squeeze. “Even if you hadn’t ignored Lord Ashford throughout dinner, no respectable nobleman would have you as a wife.”

“I don’t want a respectable nobleman,” you bit out, trying to hold back any reaction as his hand travelled down your body and between your thighs.

“Then what do you want?” he purred as he reached your aching cunt, long fingers teasing through your dampened folds.

You would never tire of his touch, of the way he could read your body like one of his books. But you wanted more. Needed more. Every time you were together like this, he would never take you fully. He would fuck your hand, your mouth, but not your cunt. No matter how you reasoned about taking moontea, he would never risk getting you pregnant.

“I want someone who isn’t afraid to fuck me. To stretch me open with his cock and fill me with his seed,” you told him. “I want a Targaryen. I want you.”

You sucked in a sharp breath when Aemond applied more pressure against your neck, eye blazing with anger, frustration, lust. Your words were enough to drive him, and his body, mad. Aemond’s cock strained in his pants, almost begging for him to renounce all his self restraint. How easy it would be to just fuck your right now, to sink his cock inside of you and have you desperately writhe and cry against him. To watch you take every inch - just as he’d imagined so many times.

“You know I am already betrothed,” he reminded you, easing his hold a little. “It is my duty to marry Floris Baratheon.”

You couldn’t refrain from rolling your eyes, thinking how easy it would be for you to get on the back of your dragon, Grey Ghost, and burn down that Baratheon hold and everyone inside. Leaving Storm’s End as nothing but rubble and ash would be one sure way to get close to what you wanted. To who you wanted.

“Marriage is only a political arrangement,” you replied.

Aemond responded with a grunt, releasing his hold on you and smacking the palm of his hand against the wall. You watched his outburst in silence as he turned his back and took a couple of steps away from you.

He knew those words were echoed from Daemon, and he often wondered how close your bond had been with him. It irked him. Fuelled him with a jealousy that he wished he’d never felt.

“Tell me you don’t crave me as I crave you!” you argued, tying your robe back up and stepping forward to grab his wrist. “I want you, Aemond. I thought you felt the same.”

“We don’t get what we want, you foolish girl!” he snapped, the clench of his jaw easing when he finally faced you and saw the sincerity in your eyes. The hope.

Aemond let out a pained sigh, “I would take you right now if it would change anything.”

You took his hand and linked your fingers in between his, stroking his thumb with your own. “Perhaps it would.”

He frowned.

“If I were to become pregnant with your child, our parents would have no other choice than to let us be together,” you explained. “We could be wed. We could have the life we want, together.”

Aemond closed his eye for a moment. Of course you’d calculate a plan that took even him by surprise. He should’ve learnt by now not to doubt your tenacity, you were a Targaryen, after all. And on the side of which he was supposed to hold caution around.

Only the sound of the crackling wood in the fireplace could be heard as Aemond opened his eye to look at you, somehow managing to retain his composure.

“That is not my duty, nor is it yours,” he told you, the words like a practised mantra on his tongue.

If you weren’t so caught up in your own frustrations, it would have dawned on you how much of your family's influence had been carved into you both. Seared into you like a flame.

“I’m tired of living for duty!” You yelled, letting go of his hand as if it had burnt you. “What about what we want? Don’t you even want more than this?” You gestured wildly around you. “We should get to be more than just pawns in our fathers reign. In his Lord Hand’s schemes.”

Aemond clenched his jaw at the mention of his grandfather and the bitterness in your voice. He was growing tired of this battle he knew neither of you would win. Fighting with you was nothing like his training. He could wield a sword and fight anyone on even ground, confident of a win, but with you - well, you were a different kind of opponent. Gods, it hurt so much more.

Aemond knew he had to end this, one way or another.

“If it is just a Targaryen you lust for, perhaps you should go and see Aegon or Daemon. Neither of them mind producing bastards.”

His words felt like a dagger to your heart. You never wanted anyone else. How dare he belittle you like that? Belittle everything you ever wanted with him?

You stepped away from him with angry tears in your eyes and stormed out of the room, not seeing Aemond throw his book into the fire in his rage as nausea rose through him from his own words.

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