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threerattsinatrenchcoat · 11 months ago

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Hero

Most of the books in the Ravengard library were for show, but on a low shelf behind the door a dozen books with flaking spines and well written pages were tucked safely out of sight from any visiting dignitaries or generals.

Wyll's favorite books.

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There was the story of the girl off to save her brother from the fae with her frying pan. The girl who went to defeat the dragon queen and instead befriended her. The boy whose apprenticeship made him see red. The abandoned son who uncovered a plot against the gods. A team blessed (cursed?) by a changeling to fight an invading force.

All of them young, all of them brave.

The first time Wyll saw death, he lay awake and tried to forget about it, like the apprentice tried to forget what he had learned. But no, just as in the book, growing up meant seeing reality, experiencing it. When his sword was heavy, he thought of the burden his favorite characters held. How each of the shapeshifters suffered and adapted and what kind of warrior he wanted to be. Glib? Determined? Bloodthirsty?

When father tasked him to shadow the Fists, he thought of who they were arresting. Like the dragon queen, each target might be subdued with communication and compassion instead of threats and violence. He made mistakes—he even got stabbed by a Bhaalist!—but he also pointed out that the "non-compliant" halfling was signing, not casting. That the dwarf raving outside of Elfsong only wore a nightgown and didn't have a bolt in his crossbow. Wyll even sat on the walls listening to an elf ready to leap into the sea, sat until tomorrow looked like the less cruel option.

Well on his way to being his own hero, he thought.

~*~

A voice whispered to him in the night, warning him of death, destruction—worse than the fire in Rivington, or the Bhaalist massacre in the sewer, or the cult that walled themselves in a sewer tunnel. More bodies than he could imagine. More pain. Dragon's fire and tyranny.

"You heard a… voice," a Fist commander repeated his words back.

"Yes!" Wyll said, nervously pacing. The longer he spent trying to convince them, the closer to disaster they all were. "While he's in Elturel, father left me in charge—"

"Of administrative tasks! He did not give you the authority to mobilize the entire Fist force in the middle of the night! Not to pull patrols and leave the city defenseless because a youth had a bad dream!"

"With all due respect," said another commander. "Wyll, you've seen the warning system we have in place. A dragon cannot—will not—surprise us. We would have heard reports."

"This is your report!" Wyll said. "I'm giving it to you!"

"I…" the second commander sighed. "I can send one patrol to the outskirts."

"That's not enough."

"Even that's a waste!" shouted the first commander.

"Stranger things have happened," said the second. "One patrol, and an extra on the walls, in case we do have a dragon sighting."

Wyll hadn't stormed out. Father insisted that storming was something only the overly temperamental did. He did let the door close hard behind him, and he did stomp a little coming off a curb.

"Hurry," said the voice.

"Where?" he snapped. Grand, he was speaking to it, now. Out loud.

"You only had to ask," the voice laughed. It told him where to go.

Wyll broke into a run.

~*~

Nine people, well armed, stood in an empty warehouse. Their chants echoed off the walls and in the middle of the circle the twisting shape of a dragon writhed its way to reality.

"The warning system wouldn't have caught it!" Wyll said, standing on his tiptoes to see through the window. "Oh, no. I should've told the others where I was going! I need backup. I can't do this alone."

"There's no time," said the voice, but this time it was outside of his head.

Or, should he say, she was outside of his head. A beautiful human woman, crowned in coins, leaned against the wall next to him. Her clothes were fine but cut so he could see nearly to her navel, and from her waist to the strange stockings around her ankles. No shoes. The sight of clean human toes on the dirty, rough ground sent a wave of unease through his stomach. He stepped back.

"My eyes are up here. Your demise is in there," she smiled.

"Who—what—" he shook his head. Not important. "How do I stop them?"

"What is a life worth?"

"I'm not here for riddles! Please, time is running out."

"Exactly. Nine cultists. Nine lives for the whole city. A fair trade, don't you think?"

"Certainly," he said, desperate for her to get to her point. The dragon floated closer to the ground, gravity pulling at it as it solidified.

"Then ten is, too."

"I have to kill myself?" A noble sacrifice. One worthy of his books.

"Oh nothing so wasteful. A man like you—" she said man like his father's friends talked about their stud hounds. Wyll took another step back. "—is destined for great things. Like saving the city. All it takes is a patron, like myself. I will give you a weapon to stop this. You pledge yourself to my service."

Wyll blinked, and in the span of that blink she was no longer a human but a—

"Devil," he whispered, taking another step back.

"Exactly! So you know I'm good for it."

"Why me?"

"Because I need a hero. They're summoning a dragon god. Baldur's Gate is more useful to me as a city than a pile of char."

A hero. A plot by gods. Danger called, a hard solution was offered and a hero arose to take the burden. Just like in his books.

She continued, "Now, there are rules. A bit of quid-pro-quo, certain ad hoc abilities. All of this in-camera—"

The dragon took a breath and Wyll heard it, heard the great sucking sound like a massive bellow, caught the smell of smoke from their torches, and he was back in the heat of the fire, back in the burn wards, back helpless. The city would burn and father would return home and ask him why he hadn't done everything he could do.

"Yes, right, whatever it takes," he said, stepping towards her. "But—father is not to know about this."

"About what?"

"This! The cult and you approaching me and…"

"Very well. Are you certain?"

"My lady, please. They're nearly done with the ritual!"

"Very well. Read over this and sign." He skimmed the first paragraph—

"I'll summarize for you–"

the aforementioned does hereby and

tiiiiiiiiiaaaa

"—oul and service for—"

aaaaaaaattttttttttiaaaaaa

third parties, with the exception of certain outstandaaaaaaaaaameeee"—basically we—"as mentioned "—lend you out to—"AHHHHHHHH—

Too much! It was all too much fighting for his focus. He skipped to the signatures.

The words glowed as he finished, rising over him in a wave of orange script, wrapping around and burning into his skin, disappearing without a mark. And then, deep in his bones, in every muscle, from the arches of his feet to his heart to his tongue, he felt it.

Power.

~*~

Father looked over the empty warehouse, then back to Wyll, and like everyone else, he didn't believe him. Where had they all gone? Where were the bodies? The half summoned dragon he killed? The proof of his heroism? His missing eye, yes, but no one seemed to care.

"But it's true," Wyll said.

His father sighed. "You cannot use Fist resources like that."

"I'll prove it. I'll—"

He couldn't say the devil's name. He didn't even know it, but he found himself unable to say anything about the cultists, his breath turning to hot fire that seared the words out of his lungs. But he could summon up that power, as pleasantly painful as a slap over an itch, and shoot it against the wall.

Horror spread across his father's face, an expression Wyll had never seen. Like seeing those human toes in the alley, like seeing the dragon crawling out of nothing, it shook Wyll to his core.

"What did you—" Father's face twisted in anger. The man who'd never raised his voice snarled at Wyll, snapped at him like an owlbear chasing away a hunter. "A fiend. You sold yourself to a fiend? And for what?"

Hot, heavy arms draped over his shoulder and the devil purred, "A strapping young man like this? What do you think? What do you think he asked for?"

Father recoiled, one hand going to his weapon.

"Tell him the truth," Wyll hissed. "I cannot. You must."

"Oh, my sweet," she whispered, so close to his ear her breath made it damp, her consonants so sharp they cut. "Father must never know. About the cult. About you approaching me."

"Leave," father said. "I'll… I'll make something up. To save your face. But leave, Wyll."

"Father, I—"

He spat, "You've made your bed. Lay in it."

~*~

When Wyll pointed out how unfair it was that she owned him forever, even after death, she simply smirked and said, "Caveat emptor, boy. I gave you the contract. I let you read it over. You knew exactly what we were trading. Ten lives and a soul."

He made his way down the road, blisters eventually turning his stomps into ginger steps. He slept under a tree in the rain. Not with the noble grace of a hero, laid beneath a canopy of leaves. No, in the curled up, sniffling ball of a fool. A more apt description.

The roads he picked were random. Stubble grew, dirt packed under his nails and a single twig worked its way so deep into one of his twists that he decided to adopt it. Wyll, the Bedraggled.

"Don't be so dramatic," sighed the devil. "You look like you went for a walk in the gardens. I'll clean you up."

"Don't touch me," he grumbled.

"You're not nearly as cute when you're pouting. How about this?" She cupped a hand to her ear. "Screams, yes, lovely. Sobs. Begging—ooh, no, nevermind. Didn't work." She pointed. "It's coming from that direction."

He burst into a clearing right as a goblin jumped from a roof onto the shoulders of a woman and slammed fists against her head. She stumbled, curling over the cat she carried, and Wyll blasted the creature off of her. He drew his sword and threw himself into the fray. The goblins didn't stand a chance. As they retreated, the devil's hand crept over his shoulder, took his chin and forced him to look to his right.

A fleeing goblin had a boy thrown over its shoulder.

Wyll sprinted after.

His feet screamed as he leapt over fallen logs and through brambles, dodging roots and vines. His lungs burned. His heart burned. He tore into the goblins camp, his everything on fire, magic already ripping out of his mind, his blood, his bones, phantom heat scratching over him like the tip of a quill, writing his contact deeper.

"Close your eyes!" he called to the boy.

The boy did.

All his frustration, at the devil, at the Fists who didn't listen, at his father, his own father, who left him alone and then banished him, bubbled up. Wyll didn't defeat the goblins, no. He slaughtered them. He made sure they would never darken these woods. He sent a message. Look at me, father. I am a warrior. I am a terror. Without you, I am stronger.

The devil clapped a sarcastic applause as he panted in the middle of the carnage. Again she took his gore-covered chin and turned him to stare into the frightened eyes of the boy.

What Wyll saw reflected there sickened him.

For a long time there was silence.

Then—

"You're alive!" a man shouted, then the boy was in his arms, the man weeping and pressing kisses into the top of his head. A moment later a woman collided with them, her arms also going around the boy, squeezing so tight Wyll nearly thought he was going to have to rescue the lad again.

"He saved me," mumbled the boy, pointing at Wyll, then the woman had her arms around Wyll's neck, weeping her thanks, yanking off her cloak to wash his face.

"You're a good man," the man said, holding Wyll up with one arm while he examined him for injuries. "Who are you?"

Wyll blinked. Who was he?

Not Wyll Ravengard, not that he wanted to be that person anymore. Not a Fist trainee. No, he was a fool who sold himself to a demon, whose every good deed was forever tainted by evil.

But did that matter? After all, even a girl, armed only with a pan, beat a fae queen. Perhaps cursed as he was, armed with the power of the hells, he too could defeat evil.

He squared his shoulders. "Wyll. The Goblin's Menace. A hero."

He could work on the nickname.

#bg3 fanfic #bg3 wyll #bg3 mizora #wyll week 2024 #wyllweek2024 #wyll ravengard #bg3 ulder

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fluffy-stories · 4 months ago

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Fluffy and the Great Key of the Moonlight Gate

In the heart of the bustling city, where skyscrapers towered and cars honked like restless beasts, there lived Fluffy, the imaginative and fearless Taidum. Today, like many other days, was not going to be ordinary, though most others wouldn’t have guessed it. What started as a simple errand would soon become the greatest adventure Fluffy had ever embarked on—or at least since yesterday.

Fluffy was lounging in his apartment, his purple-tufted ears twitching as he stared at the sunlight streaming through his window. The laundry was done (the Laundry Dragon vanquished, naturally), and all seemed peaceful. Then, like a jolt of lightning through his shaggy, grey fur, he remembered it.

“The Key of the Moonlight Gate!” Fluffy gasped aloud, sitting bolt upright. His tail, adorned with bright purple accents, swished wildly in excitement. “It’s been stolen!”

The Key, as Fluffy knew (and only Fluffy), was the legendary artifact that kept the forces of Nighty-Night Time at bay. Without it, bedtime would become an eternal, inescapable trap, and the world would be plunged into darkness where no more adventures could take place. It was obvious: he had to retrieve it before the Enforcer of Mundanity, Mrs. Cartwright, caught wind of this disaster.

Fluffy dashed to his door, grabbing his trusty Broom-Spear, a gleaming mop bucket for a helmet, and the most important item of all—a shiny spoon he had found last week, now rebranded as the Mirror of Eternal Shine. His paws tingled with excitement as he tiptoed through the hallways of his apartment building, his head narrating his every move.

"Stealthily, the heroic Fluffy crept through the treacherous corridors of the Realm of Dull Gray Walls, knowing full well that danger lurked around every corner. With his keen ears, he listened for the clomping footsteps of the Nighty-Night Guardians… or worse, Mrs. Cartwright!”

His imagination ran wild as he reached the elevator. Fluffy stared at the button for the lobby. In his mind, this was no mere elevator; it was the fabled Lift of Infinite Descent. If he pressed the button too hard or too softly, the entire mechanism could malfunction, sending him hurtling into the Shadowlands below.

As he leaned in with exaggerated caution, he heard the unmistakable sound of a voice clearing behind him. “Fluffy.”

He spun on his heel, clutching his broom-spear, only to find Mrs. Cartwright standing there, arms crossed, looking very much like the Enforcer of Mundanity he imagined her to be.

“Off on another ‘adventure,’ I see?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Her voice, though stern, held a note of concern. “You haven’t forgotten to pay your rent, have you?”

“Rent? Rent!” Fluffy gasped as if hearing the word for the first time. “The Enforcer seeks to bind me with her cursed Contract of Rent-Payment. But I cannot be delayed, not with the Key of the Moonlight Gate missing! The world as we know it is in peril!”

Mrs. Cartwright sighed and shook her head. “You and your stories... just don’t forget to drop off the check.”

Fluffy, undeterred, watched as she walked off. She had not yet realized the scope of the coming doom, but no matter! With a bold cry (that came out more like a mischievous squeak), Fluffy leapt into the elevator, landing with dramatic flair. He jabbed the button for the lobby and clutched his spoon tight.

Once in the lobby, Fluffy darted into the city streets, his purple-furred paws gripping the broom-spear tightly as he imagined enemies all around him. The cars whizzing by became roaring metal dragons, the sidewalks were treacherous paths riddled with invisible traps, and the glowing neon signs overhead shimmered like magical runes guiding him toward the Gate of the Moonlight.

It wasn’t long before he reached the grocery store—well, what others saw as a grocery store. To Fluffy, this was the towering Fortress of Mundanity, where the Moonlight Key had been hidden by the vile Order of the Produce Clerks. He stared up at the automatic sliding doors, which in his mind, groaned and clanked like the opening jaws of a giant beast. As the doors parted, Fluffy readied his spear.

With a whoosh of air, he charged inside. Immediately, the aisles transformed before his eyes. Piles of cans were stacked like ancient stone ruins, and the cold mist from the frozen foods section drifted ominously, obscuring his view of the Dairy Domain.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Zane appeared, pushing a cart. He blinked at Fluffy, who was standing in the middle of the store, brandishing a broom and wearing a mop bucket on his head.

“Fluffy,” Zane said, fighting back a grin, “what’s going on this time?”

“I’m on a quest for the Key of the Moonlight Gate,” Fluffy said seriously, his reddish-brown eyes wide with determination. “Have you seen it? It’s small, shiny, probably hidden within the Kingdom of Baked Goods.”

Zane chuckled. “You mean… the bakery?”

“No, Zane,” Fluffy replied gravely, “the bakery is merely a front for the secret operations of the Bread Wraiths.”

Zane shrugged. “I’ll keep an eye out.”

Fluffy raced down the aisles, his tail twitching with excitement. He searched high and low, climbing on shelves, peeking behind displays, and interrogating an employee about the whereabouts of the Moonlight Gate (though they only directed him to the crackers). Then, at long last, Fluffy spotted it—a glint of silver among the loaves of sourdough bread.

“The Key!” he exclaimed. “The quest is complete!”

He pounced, grabbing the shiny keychain left behind by a customer, and held it aloft triumphantly. It wasn’t exactly what he had envisioned, but in his mind, it glowed with otherworldly power. The universe was saved!

But just as he was about to leave, a shadow loomed over him. Mrs. Cartwright stood at the entrance, arms folded, watching him with her patented look of mild exasperation.

“Fluffy,” she said, “it’s time to go home.”

He blinked, still clutching his broom-spear. “But the Moonlight Gate—”

“Home. Now.”

Fluffy’s tail twitched in defeat. The Enforcer had spoken. With a final, dramatic sigh, he returned the Key of the Moonlight Gate to the nearest cashier, grabbed a loaf of bread, and left the store, trailing behind Mrs. Cartwright.

As they walked back to their building, Fluffy glanced up at her. "Maybe next time, you can help me. You'd make a great ally against the forces of Mundanity."

Mrs. Cartwright gave him a sideways glance. "I'll think about it."

And with that, Fluffy's epic quest came to a close. For now.

#Fluffy Stories #ai #taidum #adventure #fun #funny #furry #imagination #ki #short stories #short story #story #epic #key #keys

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wisp-exe · 8 months ago

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okay okay okay so

atm im listenin to night visions by imagine dragons !!! n omg its SUCH AN ALBUM !!!! my ma had the entire thing purchased so i listened to it on my ipod a lot n MAN .

radioactive is the first track n its ehhhhh but its certainly not bad !!! i wouldnt say its as fun as some of the others though ?? am glad it got big though !!! i like the,,, is it synth ?? n also the subtle distortion on some of the vocals !!

TIPTOE <333 i love tiptoe so much its so fun !!!! i like the way the synth sounds in the back !!!! n the lyrics r nothin special but theyre well delivered n OUGH !!!!!!!

it's time + demons + on top of the world . i dont have much to say ab either of these ??? i like the percussion on all of them !!!!! other than that i . have no strong opinion towards any of them ?? they r jus kinda There ?? i will admit that i do like its time though ashdfkjsgjld

amsterdam . man . the guitar on this track . the lyrics . the vocals . the drums . i like this one a lot !!!! honestly prefer this one to radioactive frrr !!! n it has kind of a bouncy feel to it weirdly ?? like its def sadder but its so !!!

hear me !!! its repetitive as hell !!! the lyrics r borin !!! but the instrumentals r literally GOLD . i could listen to jus the instrumentals for so long dude .

I Dont Like Every Night N Bleeding Out . they r v mid songs to me honestly . they dont DO anythin .

UNDERDOG FUCKS !!!!! look its not v complex n the lyrics r kinda jus words strung together in an order thats somewhat bland but the vocal delivery n man i could go on ab the instrumentals of every song but ESPECIALLY this one . if amsterdam is bouncy this one is that Times Ten ITS SO FUN !!!

nothing left to say/rocks . Why Is This One Song . ITS SO LONG !!! nothing left to say gets old really quick BUT ROCKS !!!! i like rocks . its more stripped back i think ?? n its def simpler but . i like it more AHDFLJKDSLJKF

theres other songs (from the deluxe version + cha-ching off the og album) but these r the only songs i have heard so far !!! ^-^

wowzers what a loser

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coraldreamersandwich · 10 months ago

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Andrea was a girl with a vivid imagination. Her classmates often found her staring out of the classroom window, lost in her daydreams. The teacher’s voice would fade into the background as Andrea conjured up magical worlds, daring adventures, and impossible creatures.

One day, during a particularly boring history lesson, Andrea’s mind wandered to a distant planet called Zephyria. It was a place where the sky was a swirl of colors, and the trees whispered secrets to anyone who would listen. Andrea imagined herself as an intergalactic explorer, charting uncharted territories and discovering hidden treasures.

As the teacher droned on about ancient civilizations, Andrea’s pencil danced across her notebook. She sketched fantastical landscapes, complete with floating islands and waterfalls that flowed upward. Her classmates peeked over her shoulder, intrigued by the intricate drawings.

But Andrea’s daydreams weren’t limited to distant planets. Sometimes, she imagined herself as a pirate sailing the high seas, searching for buried treasure. Other times, she was a brilliant scientist unraveling the mysteries of time travel. The possibilities were endless, and Andrea reveled in them.

Her best friend, Lily, often nudged her during class. “Andrea, pay attention!” Lily would whisper, but Andrea would just smile and continue her mental escapades. Lily admired Andrea’s creativity, even if it meant they both got scolded by the teacher.

One rainy afternoon, as the raindrops tapped against the window, Andrea’s daydream took an unexpected turn. She imagined a mysterious door at the back of the classroom—a door that led to other dimensions. With a mischievous grin, Andrea decided to explore.

When the teacher stepped out for a moment, Andrea tiptoed toward the door. She turned the rusty knob and stepped through, leaving behind the mundane world of textbooks and chalkboards. On the other side, she found herself in a sunlit meadow, surrounded by talking animals and shimmering butterflies.

Andrea’s daydreams became her secret refuge. She visited enchanted forests, befriended mythical creatures, and solved riddles from ancient scrolls. The other students wondered why Andrea always had a dreamy smile on her face, but they never suspected her magical adventures.

One day, Lily followed Andrea after class. She peeked through the mysterious door and gasped. “Andrea, how did you find this place?”

Andrea grinned. “It’s my secret,” she whispered. “Want to join me?”

And so, Lily and Andrea became explorers of the imagination. They traveled to distant galaxies, rode on the backs of dragons, and danced with moonlit fairies. The classroom became their portal to endless possibilities, and their friendship grew stronger with each shared daydream.

Andrea never stopped daydreaming, even as she grew older. She became an author, weaving her fantastical adventures into bestselling novels. And whenever she faced writer’s block, she would close her eyes, imagine that rusty door, and step into the world beyond.

So, the next time you see someone lost in thought, staring out of a window, remember Andrea—the girl who turned daydreams into magic. And who knows? Maybe that mysterious door exists for all of us, waiting to transport us to realms of wonder and possibility.

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storiumemporium · 1 year ago

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I DIDN'T REALIZE PART TWO WAS OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Girlie you write Aegon so fucking good I could weep 😭😭😭

You were still reserved, the very embodiment of the perfect lady wife, but he was almost uneasy with how you responded to his touch, to his kiss.

Mf how am I supposed to warm up if you are still acting like the grim reaper??? Especially when you have a fuckin Reputation™ smh

In the days that followed, the routine was broken by the bliss that now engulfed you, your tiptoes tumbling on air as you flit throughout the Red Keep.

That's what some KINGLY ASS DICK WILL DO

or how he would place his palm on your lower back, leaning until his lips almost touched your ear with the soft words, “How lovely you look today,” and that warmth would spill into your features, crimson with his praise.

PUHLEEEAAASE AEGON GIVE ME YOUR SOFT TEASING LITTLE PRAISES I—

And then Aegon broke for a moment of air, pulling from your grasp and your hands trailed the planes of his chest to his abdomen;

Totally not imagining how he looks in that one scene where you can see the soft definition of his abs,,, not at all,,,,

Aemond felt the blood rush to his cheeks, to his cock, and he took a soft step backwards while Aegon held his steady stare,

CUCK 2: THE CUCKENING STRIKES BACK

“Sweet girl,” he cooed, his gaze dropping to admire your flushed features, “I wish you to come on my cock.”

Aegon kept his hold on your waist, his palms pressed onto your skin, his lips ghosted the junction of your neck to your shoulder and you giggled from the sensation. “Your king commands you to stop clenching,” he hissed and you felt the hot exhale of his low voice You giggled again, finding his lips for a kiss, your tongue curling in his mouth to taste him, to taste yourself. “Forgive me, my king,” you whispered, meeting with his eyes, the violet almost completely swallowed by his blown out pupils; your lips curled upwards with the slow roll of your hips against him.

I love the horny shit, don't get me wrong— ten time Horny Bitch Awards winner right here, virtually everything I've written has either fit in the angst or porn (or both) category of fanfic on the Interwebz™

But this shit? This is my favorite, you write him so tender and so sweet and might I just VOMIT MY FUCKING HEART OUT FOR HIM REAL QUICK—

And as he had done for Aegon, it was returned; in the end, all that mattered was that the blood of the dragon would thrive still.

Listen I'm just saying I have SEVERAL holes—

ARCIEEEEE it's so fucking GOOOOOOOD you have the talent for writing Eggman in your bones, istg

It's beautiful

And you told me I should concentrate.

Summary: Aemond makes a mistake. Paring: Aegon Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 2050 Warnings: Just some smut. Smidgen of Targcest in the beginning, definite voyeurism, marital cheating, oral (f receiving), p in v, breeding kink if you squint. Author's Note: Here is part 2 of Only if for a night. You wanted sad boi Aemond and here he is, wholly confused and just fucking things up 😂 Thank you to my beta reader @f4ll-for-you, you always help me to give the best version of our baby girl Aegon. 💜 lēkia is brother Banners & dividers by @cafekitsune Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @sylas-the-grim @aemondx @fan-goddess @babygirlyofthevale @httpsdoll @theromanticegoist @assortedseaglass @amiraisgoingthruit @theoneeyedprince @babyblue711 @itbmojojoejo @girlwith-thepearlearring @lovelykhaleesiii @darylandbethfanforever9 @bucknastysbabe

His sister had once said that it was fate to crave what is given to another, but for Aemond, it was a dull ache that reverberated within his ribs as he dragged Aegon to the Iron Throne.

Aemond was first and foremost dutiful, his steadfast devotion extended to his brother and his crown, and it led his steps towards the confrontation on the Sept steps. But it was now a distant memory, along with the initial hesitation he had felt, as he was pleased that Aegon not just carried their ancestral crown as a decoration, but showed pride, thriving with his kingship.

He had no qualms to follow through with the expected betrothal that had been made, as your dowry had allowed them their victory. But Aemond could not help the relief that washed over when you had been formally introduced; you were poised, you were beautiful, and you had no compulsion to fill the air with incessant chatter, as he often found the other ladies of the court always were compelled to droll on.

It truly seemed to be a favorable match; you were not blatantly besotted with your intended–as Aemond knew this to be expected, Targaryen or not, he was always aware of the scar that burned across his features–but you were courteous, and he admired the touch of pink to your cheeks whenever his attention was solely on you.

The ceremony had been modest and you seemed grateful with how he threw the crowd that crowed for proof of your maidenhead from the chambers. It left you alone with your new husband and the unease that filled the air between.

Aemond was aware of your slight tremor, and he was mindful of every noise that spilled from your rosy lips, his hands were gentle to touch, guided by your soft sounds. With the proof of your purity spilled on the linen, and before he had left, he called for your handmaidens to have a warm bath drawn to help the ache between your thighs.

His dutiful nature followed into his role as lord husband, though perhaps not in a romantic sense, but he would escort you to break fast with his siblings and mother, or he would suggest a stroll in the gardens of the Red Keep if the weather allowed it. Aemond was also certain to allow your time apart, allowing you to keep the company of your handmaidens, but also he would come in the evenings to do what was expected of a man and wife.

But despite the time spent together outside of the marital chambers, there still tarried a trepidation in his bones. You were still reserved, the very embodiment of the perfect lady wife, but he was almost uneasy with how you responded to his touch, to his kiss. Aemond had hoped against hope that you would eventually bloom in response, but you seemed content to remain encased within your petals.

So Aemond sought advice from his sister Helaena, as he knew she allowed him a candid honesty and he could trust whatever insight she had to offer. She had always been a resounding comfort for him, something that began with his dismemberment when she faithfully visited him as he healed.

Their bond was something that knitted tightly in the marrow of their bones, something that naturally gave into an intimacy they shared when she first married Aegon. At first, resentment boiled beneath as Aemond watched how his brother disrespected his lady wife, how he was lost in his whores of Fleabottom and neglected fulfilling his marital duties.

This was when Helaena noticed how his gaze lingered and she called in her singsong voice, “it is our fate, I think, to crave always what is given to another.”

It was a thrill, her touch both familiar and unfamiliar, something that stirred a warmth in his lower abdomen, curling at the base of his spine. “The blood of the dragon must thrive,” she had whispered against his lips.

There was a sense of pride with how his legacy showed in the features of Jaehaerys’ that sharpened as he grew, and in the silk, silver texture of Jaehaera’s tresses, as well as the shade of lavender in the wide eyes of Maelor.

But this had not been his intention when he came to her that night, though he found it was too easy to fall back into her warm curves and embrace; her lyrical hymn that was coy to coax him–may the gods forgive him, but Aemond relished in being desired again.

He knew it was a lustful moment of weakness, and as the post-coital haze lifted, a sense of shame settled over in its place; Aemond had no intention to whore around on his wife, that he wished for her to carry his legitimate child, his legacy, as what was expected, as what was their duty to the realm.

“You just found your confidence again, lēkia,” Helaena remained bare, curled beneath the duvet, and watched as Aemond dressed. “You already know what you must do.”

Aemond knew he had to see you.

In the days that followed, the routine was broken by the bliss that now engulfed you, your tiptoes tumbling on air as you flit throughout the Red Keep. Aemond saw how you glowed, as did anyone who dared to compliment his wife, but he also noticed how the sugared words drew a knowing smirk across the king’s face.

Aegon knew the real reason behind your changed disposition, but played coy to relish in your reactions. It was a childish tease with a sharp pull to your shirts if you passed him by and the tug of fabric jolted through you, a warmth rekindled in your core, or how he would place his palm on your lower back, leaning until his lips almost touched your ear with the soft words, “How lovely you look today,” and that warmth would spill into your features, crimson with his praise.

You were flushed, your eyes bright, and this sweet demeanor was not missed by your husband, but Aemond hoped this meant you would be more receptive to coupling. The thought fluttered through his mind, propelling his steps forward that night as he made his way through one of the many ingresses that weaved the walls of Maegor’s Holdfast. He was quiet to enter your room, greeted by the golden flow of the tapers lit, by the sounds that spilled from your bed.

He could not press further, cemented to the cobblestone at the sight.

You were lovely and you were bare, sinking into the mattress with the top of your head towards the end of the bed, towards where your husband was rooted but you were unaware of his presence. Rose hues intimately stained your skin and the peaks of your thighs, your back arching with a mewled cry. Aemond watched your delicate hands reach to comb through the traited silver head of hair that was dipped between your flushed thighs, trembling with your building pleasure, with a hold to anchor him between.

“Aegon, my gods…”

And then Aegon broke for a moment of air, pulling from your grasp and your hands trailed the planes of his chest to his abdomen; his mouth and chin glistened with your pleasure, and his hooded eyes fell to Aemond for a moment.

You did not follow his gaze. “Aegon?”

Aemond felt the blood rush to his cheeks, to his cock, and he took a soft step backwards while Aegon held his steady stare, bringing his fingers to wipe his face and suck lewdly on his digits. “Sweet girl,” he cooed, his gaze dropping to admire your flushed features, “I wish you to come on my cock.”

Before you could protest, his large palms wrapped around your wrists, pulling you towards him. “Do not take your eyes off of me,” his lips pressed to yours, bringing you towards his chest to straddle him, your plush thighs caging his lap. His hot mouth captured your nipple, his tongue tracing your areola with a familiarity that caused you to cry out.

“Aegon, please,” you panted, trying to squirm and feeling his girth against the slick of your cunt. His large palms grasped the softness of your hips, pulling you closer until his arms could wrap around your waist, his lips following the curve of your chest and licking the column of your neck, placing a noisy kiss to the underside of your jaw. “Aegon, you cannot mark me, what if it is seen–?”

“Let them see,” his voice was dark, his hand dipping between and lining the flushed head of his cock to press into your entrance, wet and wanting from your prior peaks of the night. “Let them hear you,” his command was husky.

Pitiful sounds poured from your lips as you lowered onto him, an indescribable fullness as he stretched your velvet walls. Your eyes fluttered into the back of your head, your hands coming to bite into his broad shoulders and hold yourself upright, still flushed against his chest.

You giggled again, finding his lips for a kiss, your tongue curling in his mouth to taste him, to taste yourself. “Forgive me, my king,” you whispered, meeting with his eyes, the violet almost completely swallowed by his blown out pupils; your lips curled upwards with the slow roll of your hips against him.

It was his turn for his eyes to disappear into his skull, with a low, guttural groan in response to the pace you set, and the lewds sounds that accompanied the sensual movement. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he dipped his head forward to press his lips against your breast, leaving welts that flushed dark against your skin, his teeth dragging to the other with the same assault of his mouth.

You gasped at the sensation, with how it spilled into your bloodstream, coursing to the ends and fluttering back to the coil that tightened in your lower abdomen. You were slick between, your legs burned with the motion and, as if he could read your mind, did his grip tightened and Aegon met with a relentless pace, his hips rutting upwards into you.

“I will only forgive you,” he was breathless with his unrelenting tempo, “if you come undone.”

“Aegon,” you gasped, the flashes of color that sparked in front of your eyes and the tears that pearled in the corners, “I am so close.”

“Touch yourself,” his voice was thick with the command and your hand pulled away, your fingers trailing his shoulder blade and coming around to follow his collarbone; Aegon dipped his head again, capturing your fingers in his mouth, his tongue wettening the pads before it fell between and pressed against the bloom of bundled nerves above.

Your cries echoed the room, already so close to the precipice and your own touch is what pushed you over with a rush of blood towards your heart and your cunt, the coil bursting within and the pleasure unfurling, pressing against your seams. It was if you were drowning in this sense of bliss, something all-consuming as his thick member pulsed inside your cunt and you clenched in response, a vice, and still so very unaware.

Aegon, however, held you close, his cheeks ruddy and eyes still dark as they looked past and towards Aemond, watching how his neck bobbed when he swallowed before falling another step backwards and disappearing where he came from, the entrance closing quietly behind.

He moved towards his chambers, his palm adjusting the crotch of his slacks, his long gait to remove him. They had not married for love, and he always knew this; it was hopeful–it was foolish to think it could grow beyond the duty that was expected of them.

And as he had done for Aegon, it was returned; in the end, all that mattered was that the blood of the dragon would thrive still.

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Mid Dragon's World Chapter 7

Chapter 7: The Secret of the Closet

After we dropped Jericho off at his house, we headed straight for home. Alex and I said good night to Z’haer and Theian as they opened a portal and returned to the dragon realm. We opened the door and saw dad sitting at the kitchen table.

“Hey dad.” Alex said as we headed into the kitchen.

“So did you boys have fun on your little trip with Theian and Z’haer?” Dad asked as we sat down at the table.

“Eh. It was alright.” Alex said flatly. I guessed he was still upset that I made him show us his memories.

“Well I had fun. We didn’t get a lot of food but I did learn to use my powers. Thanks to them I was able to stop a bear that was gonna try to eat me and Jericho!” I said excitedly.

“Who?” Dad asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Jake’s new friend. He’s…a human.” Alex explained.

“Hmm…I see.” Said Dad, stroking his chin. “Well, if you say this boy’s your friend, then I’ll let you continue to see him. Just remember, Jakol: Don’t let your new friendship distract you from the task at hand.”

“Don’t worry dad. I won’t.” I smiled.

“Good.” Dad smiled back. “Now get to bed, you two. You’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”

“Okay.” So me and Alex left the kitchen and headed for our rooms. Shutting off all the lights, dad went into his room and shut the door so that only a crack of light was shining out.

As I took off my clothes and put on my pajamas, I could hear dad talking in his room. He did this a lot, ever since I could remember. Dad would open his closet door and he would talk to it, like someone was in there. For some strange reason he never let anyone go in his closet. Well, except Eig’nia. Sometimes when he spoke to whatever was in there, he’d say a name but I could never make out whose name it was. All I could ever make out was the first letter in the name: T.

Wanting to find out what dad was going to say, I opened my bedroom door a crack, then slowly opened it further. I tiptoed over to dad’s bedroom door and listened closely.

“Things are still getting underway…Yes…another one will be joining us soon, one of my Apprentices. Normally I wouldn’t do something like this but I can’t allow any risks. If he found out…No, best not to think about that right now. I know it’s taken a very long time but soon the preparations will be complete. I promise you, the world that you dreamed of will become a reality…Touraje.”

Touraje? Was that one of my dad’s friends? I remembered when I was younger, dad told me about a friend he had who wanted to make the human and dragon realms a better place. This friend wanted a world where humans, dragons, and half-dragons could all live together. Then something happened that caused his friend to die. Dad never told me what happened to his friend or even, until now, what his friend’s name was.

But then…if dad…was talking to Touraje…and he died…then did that mean that…what was in his closet was…Touraje’s body?! Just imagining dad talking to a dead person…dragon made me shiver all over. I hurried back into my room and jumped on my bed, quickly getting under the covers. I shut my eyes and tried to think of something, anything to push that image of a dead person’s body in the closet out of my head. After awhile I fell asleep.

The next day, in the afternoon, me and Alex walked down the street to Jericho’s house.

“What!” Alex asked, not believing me.

“Sooo…let me see if I’ve got this right: you think that dad has been talking to a dead person, and you think he’s keeping the body in his closet?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.” I answered.

“Jake, I doubt there’s a dead guy in his closet. If there was, we’d know.” Said Alex.

“How?” I asked.

“Because dead people stink! That’s why they bury ‘em!” Alex explained.

“Makes sense I guess…” I shrugged unsurely.

We continued to Jericho’s house. It was only a few more blocks.

“So what are we doing?” Alex asked. “Dad’s going to get mad if he finds out we weren’t out doing what he told us to.”

“I know. That’s why I asked Theian to cover for us. Anyway, everyone’s out finding someplace to start with taking over the world and dad said he had to go to the dragon realm for something. So I think, while they’re gone, we sneak into dad’s bedroom and get a look at whatever he’s got in his closet.” I explained to Alex.

Alex sighed. He sounded like he didn’t think this would be a good idea. Maybe he was right. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea but I just had to know what dad was keeping in that closet that he didn’t want anyone seeing.

When we reached Jericho’s house, which was about thirteen blocks away from mine, I went up and knocked at the door. Alex hung out by the sidewalk. I stood there for a few seconds, then the door opened and there was Jericho, standing in the doorway.

“Hey, Jake!” Jericho greeted.

“Hey, man.” I greeted back to him.

Jericho asked if me and Alex would want to come in. I agreed to, although I didn’t know if Alex would want to. As I stepped inside, I saw Alex follow from behind.

Once we were in, Jericho shut the door and we followed him into the living room where he and his family were watching a movie.

“Mom, dad, this is my friend from school, Jake, and his brother Alex.” Jericho said, introducing us to his family.

“Hello.” I said, raising a hand. Jericho stood in the center of the living room and introduced us to his family.

“Well you already know my twin sister Cassie. This is my older brother Brendan. He’s seventeen.”

“Hey guys.” Brendan smiled. He was a tall, athletic looking guy. He had dark brown hair and wore a light blue shirt with a darker blue pair of shorts. Below his lip was a darker brown mustache that made him look a little bit older than he really was.

“Hey.” I replied back.

“This is my little sister Elizabeth. She’s five.”

“Hi.” The little girl said in a shy voice. Like her older siblings, Elizabeth also had dark brown hair. She wore a bright pink shirt with a white unicorn in the center and a small pair of blue jeans. Her hair was tied into two pigtails in the back of her head.

“Hi there.” I said, smiling at her.

“And last but not least…my mom and dad!”

Jericho’s parents looked a bit older. His mom had a few noticeable wrinkles but she also looked really nice. The same was with Jericho’s dad. He wore a pair of glasses and also had some noticeable wrinkles.

Jericho’s mom and dad stood up and came over to us.

“It’s nice to meet you boys.” Jericho’s mom said, shaking our hands.

“So you’re the boy my son and daughter keep talking about. They tell me you’re a half…what was it?” Jericho’s dad said.

“A half-dragon, dad.” Jericho answered.

“Ah yes. A half-dragon. Now, what is that exactly?” Jericho’s dad asked me.

To answer his question, I turned around, inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. Alex asked me in a surprised tone what I was doing but I assured him it was okay and that we could trust them. I felt my wings rip through my shirt and my tail make its way out of my shorts. As soon as I was done changing, I turned around and looked at Jericho and his family. Everyone aside from him and Cassie looked surprised. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

Jericho’s brother, Brendan was about to talk but couldn’t find the right words.

“Well…that’s something.” He finally managed to say.

I urged Alex to show them his half-dragon form too. He sighed reluctantly. Not saying anything else, he did the same as I did: He turned around and changed into his half-dragon form. When he turned back to face them, he and I saw the shocked faces of Jericho’s family grew even more shocked.

There was a long silence as they tried to think of what to say. Then finally, Jericho’s mom spoke.

“So…those wings and tails…they’re…they’re real?” She asked, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah. Me and Alex are half human and half dragon. We don’t normally show our half-dragon forms around humans.” I explained.

“Well I think that’s cool!” Elizabeth jumped up, grinning. “Can you fly?”

“Yeah. A bit. My wings aren’t that strong yet.” I replied.

“Do you two have any powers?” Asked Brendan.

“Yep. I can breathe and control fire and Alex can turn into a humanoid dragon.” I continued to explain to them.

Jericho’s family continued throwing question after question after question at me, making it hard for me to answer all of them. Every couple questions was followed by a comment about how cool they thought we were for being half-dragons and Elizabeth even stated she wished she could be part dragon. I felt a little nervous having so many people admiring me. I looked back at Alex, wondering how he was taking it. He was looking away, towards the door and although it was hard to make out, I could see it perfectly. Alex was smiling! It was a small smile but it was still a smile. I smiled back at him. It made me feel happy to see Alex happy.

I changed back into my human form, Alex doing the same. I asked Jericho if we should get going.

“Hang on a minute! I gotta get something from my room!” Jericho ran to his room. A few minutes later he returned holding a folded piece of paper. I wondered what it was but didn’t get the chance to ask him as we rushed out the door.

“Jericho!” His mom called to him. “Be home no later than five!”

“I will mom!” Jericho responded.

As we started on our way to my house, Jericho handed the folded paper to Alex.

“Here, Alex. This is for you.” Jericho said, giving Alex the paper.

“What is this?” Alex asked, looking at the paper that was still neatly folded.

“Open it.” Jericho insisted.

Alex stopped to unfold the paper. Once it had been unfolded, we saw what it was: a drawing. The drawing was of me, Alex, and Jericho with Theian and Z’haer. The five of us were together in the woods as we sat around a campfire. Strangely enough, the sky was colored a light blue, making it look more like it was morning or the afternoon rather than nighttime.

“Did you make this Jericho?” I asked.

“Yeah. I wanted to make something to try and cheer Alex up so I drew us in the woods.” Jericho explained.

“This is really good. I didn’t know you could draw.” I said, smiling at the picture.

“I draw sometimes.” Jericho replied.

Alex stood there, just looking at the picture. I didn’t think he knew what to say. After all, I didn’t think he’d ever gotten a present like that from a human before. I wondered what he was thinking.

He pulled away from Jericho’s drawing and looked at him. He slowly opened his mouth and it sounded like he was about to say something.

“Th…thanks.” Alex said, sounding surprised.

Jericho smiled at Alex. “No problem man! I hope it made you feel a little better.”

“Ye…yeah, it did.” Said Alex, folding the paper up again and putting it in his pocket.

We continued on our way back to my house. Once we were halfway there, Alex reached into his pocket and pulled out Jericho’s drawing. He looked at it while he walked.

“So hey…” Jericho said suddenly. “What are we doing?”

Alex folded the drawing up again and slipped it back into his pocket. “Jake thinks that our dad is keeping a dead body in his closet.” He explained.

“WHAT!” Jericho shivered. “Does…does he?”

“I don’t know.” I answered. “But every night for as long as I can remember, he would open his closet and talk to it. Something’s in there and I wanna know what it is. I mean, whatever’s in there’s gotta be important if he doesn’t let anyone look inside, right?”

“Or maybe he doesn’t want people going in his closet because it’s his. Besides, Jake, we’re supposed to be on a mission. I’m telling you, Dad’s gonna be pissed if he finds out we weren’t.” Alex said, sounding huffy.

“Don’t worry.” I smiled. “Remember, I got Theian to cover for us. We’ll be okay.”

Alex rolled his eyes and slapped his palm over his forehead, the bottom part of his hand covering his left eye.

After going down a couple more streets, we ended up back at home. I sighed, relieved knowing that dad and everyone else was out looking for places to take over. This made it perfect for us to sneak in and see what dad had in the closet.

We approached the door which was unlocked. I turned the knob and pulled the door open, letting us in the house. All the lights were off with the only light being from the sun. It was strangely quiet without dad or the others around. I wasn’t used to the house being so quiet or so empty.

Quietly, I led Jericho and Alex to dad’s bedroom. Opening the door, I looked around for a bit before going in. I was a little nervous. I had been in dad’s bedroom plenty of times but this was the first time I was going to see inside his closet. I really, really, really hoped that there wasn’t a body in there and it was something else.

The door to his closet was on the opposite side of the door we stood by, to the left of his dresser. We approached the door slowly. I was about to grab the knob and open the door when I pulled back. I didn’t know what to expect. What was going to be behind the door and would I be ready for whatever it was? My palms became sweaty. I forced my arm forward and grabbed the knob.

“This is it guys. Ready?” I asked nervously.

“Ready.” Alex said.

“Yeah. Go for it.” Jericho said.

It was now or never. We had already come this far and we were all ready. I closed my eyes and slowly opened the door. I pulled it open all the way, then let go of the knob. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw that…

“There’s nothing in here. Just…clothes and boxes…” I said, feeling incredibly confused.

This didn’t make any sense! So this whole time…dad was talking to nothing? Could he have been talking to the boxes and his clothes? No…this couldn’t be right. There had to be something else here! I wasn’t sure how but I was certain that something was in here.

“Hey, what’s that?” Alex asked, pointing to something that was poking out from between two boxes.

Alex got on his hands and knees and pulled whatever it was out from between the boxes. He got up and held it in both his hands. I knew it! I knew there was something else here. And there it was, resting in his hands.

“A sword.” I gasped.

I took the sword and held it by its handle. I ran my hand over the blade. I had never held or even seen a sword before. Just holding it made me feel powerful. I felt like a knight who was on his way to save a princess and slay a dragon…Something I thought was kind of funny; a half-dragon thinking about slaying a full dragon. I held the blade up and looked at it in awe. I noticed that there was something carved into both sides of the blade. Something was carved onto the blade in cursive. It was a little hard to read but the longer I studied the word, the easier it became to understand. T O U R A J E. Touraje. That was the name dad said last night. So then this sword must have belonged to Touraje.

Suddenly, the front door opened, startling us. I was afraid dad might be back. And if it was him, then me, Alex, and Jericho were all in very big trouble.

The footsteps grew louder. Whoever it was, they were coming this way. I tried to put the sword back in the closet but it was too late. The person stepped into the bedroom and saw us standing by the open closet and me holding the sword. This person wasn’t dad but it was still someone who made me feel afraid.

“Oh! Hi, Eig’nia.” I said nervously.

“What on earth are you two doing here?” She asked.

When she noticed I was holding the sword, she gasped. An angry looked appeared on her face.

“Give me that!” She demanded, swiping the sword from me.

She held the sword close to her in her arms. She closed her eyes, a painful look appearing on her face. She turned to the three of us, her angry look returning to her face.

“Where did you find this?” Asked Eig’nia, sounding pretty furious at us.

“We found it in the closet.” I explained.

“And THAT’S where it should have stayed! You boys had no purpose sneaking around in your father’s closet!” Eig’nia exclaimed, sounding even more furious than she did before.

“We’re sorry, Eig’nia! Really! We are!” I pleaded.

Eig’nia looked at the sword, then looked at us and sighed. She set the sword on the bed and sat down next to it. She rubbed her eyes for a bit then spoke.

“Well I suppose you want to know the story behind that sword, huh?” She asked in a much calmer voice.

Me, Alex, and Jericho didn’t answer her. What were we supposed to say? We thought that any answer we gave her might just make her angry again.

Eig’nia told us to sit down and she’d explain everything. So we sat down in front of her and listened to what she was about to say.

“This sword used to belong to a very dear friend of your father and I’s.” Eig’nia began.

“Touraje.” I said.

“Yes. Touraje was slightly older than us. He was like our big brother. He was very strong and noble. He would have done anything to keep us safe. The three of us were apprentices to one of the previous Leaders of our village. While your father and I wanted simply to become Champion to our Leader, Touraje had a second goal in mind: He wanted to work with our Leader and make it so that humans and dragons would be able to live together peacefully. To better understand humans, our Leader would send us to the human realm to observe how humans live and interact with each other. On one of our visits, Touraje entered into a contest where he got this sword. It was also on that day that we met another of our friends.”

“Another friend?” Jericho asked.

“Yes. Like Alex and Jake, he was a half-dragon. And just like Alex, he was born to a mother dragon. They had been living amongst the humans for quite some time. His name was Cyrus. For a time, things were great. I thought that maybe I’d be able to spend the rest of my days with Saulstrance, Touraje, and Cyrus. But then…something happened to change all that.”

Eig’nia stopped for a moment and wiped her eyes. She took in a deep breath and, with a bit of trouble, exhaled. After a moment she continued with her story.

“A terrible event took place one night. As a result of what had happened, Touraje lost his life and we never saw Cyrus again.” Eig’nia sniffled. She wiped away a tear that was forming under her eye.

I wanted to ask her what exactly happened but I didn’t think it’d be right. She already looked like she was having a difficult time continuing. I felt so bad for Eig’nia and for dad. One of their friends was dead and the other they never saw again. I really hoped that wouldn’t happen to me. I didn’t know what I’d do if I lost Alex, Theian, Z’haer, Jericho or Cassie.

“I’m sorry Eig’nia.” I said in a soft voice.

Eig’nia wiped away a few more tears. She handed the sword to me and then stood up.

“Put Touraje’s sword back in the closet just like you found it and we’ll pretend this never happened. And I won’t tell Saulstrance that you weren’t on your mission. Is that fair?” She asked.

“Yeah.” Me and Alex said at the same time.

“Good.” She smiled sadly and left the bedroom.

So we did as Eig’nia asked and put the sword back where it was. I looked at Touraje’s name one more time before shutting the door and heading back into the hallway with Alex and Jericho. We saw Eig’nia, sitting at the dinner table, her arms folded, eyes closed, breathing calmly yet loudly at the same time.

“Hey, Eig’nia, can you do one more thing for us?” I asked.

“What is it?” She asked.

“This is the friend I was telling dad about. His name’s Jericho. If you’re not going to tell dad I wasn’t on my mission, then could you please not tell him Jericho was with us? He might think it was because of Jericho that—“

“Don’t worry Jakol.” Eig’nia smiled. “I promise I won’t tell him anything.”

I smiled back at Eig’nia. “Thank you so much!”

“But if I were you, I’d get out of here right now. Your father may be back soon and you don’t want him catching you boys here.” She said.

I gasped. “Good point! Let’s go!” I said to Alex and Jericho.

The three of us headed out the door and went down the street. Where we were going to go next, we didn’t know. We just knew we’d have to go somewhere dad wouldn’t find us. I thought that maybe the three of us could go to the mall and spend some time there but it would be hard for me and Alex to fly if we were bringing Jericho with us. We could go to my school and stay there for a bit but what would we do once we got there? I guessed we had only one choice: Slowly go with Jericho back to his house and then slowly walk back to ours’.

I told Alex and Jericho what I think we should do. They agreed that that might be the best idea. I looked back one more time and saw a portal open up. From out of it emerged Z’haer, Theian, and Girido. I knew this wasn’t good. If they were already back, then that meant that dad was going to be returning soon. So, before they could see us, we headed further down the street.

“Hey Jericho, sorry we couldn’t hang out longer.” I said.

“It’s good! Don’t worry! We can hang out next weekend if you want!” Jericho smiled.

“Okay!”I smiled back.

We made our way down three blocks, continuing on our way to Jericho’s house.

“Man! That woman’s story was something!” Said Jericho with a look of surprise.

“‘Woman’? You mean Eig’nia?” I asked.

“Yeah, her! Man, what kind of stuff happened to your dad? What kinda guy is he?”

“Well…” I tried to think how I should describe him. “He…has a pretty scary face. And he doesn’t like when people fail him. He really, really wants to take over the world.” I tried to explain.

“Take over the world? But isn’t that’s what bad guys try to do?” Jericho asked

“But dad said he’s doing it to make the world a better place. He says that when this world is his, he’ll make it so that people don’t hate each other anymore. And people…like me and Alex won’t be mistreated by humans anymore either.” I explained.

“Can he really do that?” Jericho asked again.

“I think he can if we help him. Dad might be scary and really strict but he’s a good guy. Me and Alex…we believe in him. We have to.” I replied, looking down.

“I see.” I understand.” Jericho said.

After a few more blocks, we were at Jericho’s house. We walked up to the door with him. Just as he opened the door, he turned to us.

“Well Jake, I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” He said.

“Yep!” I said back.

As Jericho entered his house, his mom came to the front door, surprised to see him home much earlier than she thought he’d be. He told her that we were going to go hang out at my house but my dad said we wouldn’t be able to stay. So, with nothing else to do, we decided to just hang out some other time.

“Well that’s good actually. Now you can help get dinner started.” She said, going back into the living room.

“Okay. See ya Jake. See ya Alex.” Jericho said before shutting the door.

I waved goodbye to Jericho. For some reason, when I saw him and his mom talking it made me feel…sad and jealous. My chest was hurting. It felt like it was on fire. I didn’t know what this feeling was or why I was so upset seeing Jericho and his mom together. I went back home with Alex, all the while feeling upset, trying to figure out what was wrong with me.

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Blood of my Blood pt 3- Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: This is the last part to the series! There might be some blurbs on Aemond and the devils. Lmk if you would be interested!

Warnings: smut, death, aemond killing.

Word Count: 3,144

Description: Aemond takes what’s his.

Part One ------ Part Two---

Kin of Mine (series continues but not needed)

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The sound of a crackling fire filled the room, and the sounds of the handsome babbling toddler that had just learned the motion of running and was using it to his advantage.

The boy had been running like that for an hour now, going in circles around the chair that his older twin sat in sharpening his sword. The boy giggles as he takes the corner a little too quickly and falls to the floor, jumping back up in an instant and continuing. “Easy Caspian…..”

Caspian. That was what your husband named the boy. After you were in labor for more than 5 hours that idiot had waltzed in and named the child Caspian. There had never been a Targaryen named Caspian.

But he wasn’t a Targaryen, not publicly.

Naming wise he was Lord Henrils son, and that was how it needed to be for you to be safe.

But in every other matter the boy was a Targaryen. His eyes, his skin, his nose. He was nearly a spitting image of Aemond. Except for the hair, the hair was yours. And Aemond could not have been prouder at the fact that his son had listened to him. He was aware that the child did not change his own hair, but Aemond liked to believe he did. Aemond liked to imagine Caspian listening to him while he was in your stomach, knowing who his father was.

“If you get too close to this sword you could take an eye out.” The boy would not understand the warning, nor would he really care since he had seemed obsessed with the sapphire placed where his eyes should be.

The eye he lost earning a dragon.

The second he remembers the painful feeling of not having a dragon's stomach is in knots, looking to his son who would never have his own. Not with his namesake.

Aemond would do anything for the boy running before him. If that meant killing the idiot and getting his son a dragon he would.

“Caspian.” He calls, the boy instantly stopping in his tracks and running to Aemond. “Time for bed.”

“Not before I say goodnight.” Alicent calls, entering the chambers and rushing to the boy. “Come here.”

She picks Caspian up with ease, kissing his cheek as Aemond puts his sword up and moves to where his mother was harassing his son.

“Ease up, I’d like the boy to have a face by the morning.” He jests, grabbing his son from his mother.

Alicent looks around the room as Aemond sets the boy upon his bed and tucks him in before moving to speak with his mother again.

“Where is Y/n?” She asks softly, standing before the fire.

“He summoned her tonight.” Aemond moves to clean up the toy swords he made for Caspian, anger seeping through his body. “He’s punishing her.”

An utter joke. He blames you for his grandmother's death. Saying that you were a bad omen since you had gone into labor.

Oh Aemond could not wait to wring his neck.

“Are you ready to meet with your father? Are you ready for him to tell you no?” Alicent mutters, moving to comfort her son as Aemond nods.

“I’m ready.”

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You enter as silent as you can, easing the door shut and taking a breath in when it is shut, turning tiptoe to the bathing chambers.

“As much as I love how you sneak around little bird, I would also like to remind you not to bother.” He smirks, sipping from the goblet in his hand as his eyes watch your figure tense up in the dark. “Did you really not think I would wait up for you?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t tonight.” You admit, not turning your head to him as you continued your path to the bathing chamber.

He follows you, helping light all the candles as you reach for the bucket in the corner to wash yourself clean, still refusing to look at him. There was a pain in his chest at that, he desperately needed to see you. To make sure you were okay.

But you weren’t, he knew that.

“Let me call the maids to get you a bath-”

“No. Aemond.” You snap, shoulders tense as you crouch down. “Please.”

“Look at me.” He orders, stepping closer and reaching for you. “I need you to look at me.”

“I can’t Aemond.” You sob, shaking your head. “We cannot keep doing this. I crawl back here and you look at my state and get angry and I beg you not to do anything because-”

“Because you’re weak.” The words come out quiet and harsh. He doesn’t mean them, he would never mean them. But he needed you to look at him and that’s the only way he could get you too.

And it worked.

You swung around with a ferocity that had him stepping back, throat tight. “HOW DARE YOU-”

“How dare I?” He snaps, finally looking at you. Your face was already bruising harshly and your neck blended in with the shadows of the bathroom, black and blue. “How dare you! How dare you let him treat you like this. How dare you let him get away with th-”

“Look around at our life, Aemond! NOT ALL OF US ARE PRINCES!” You cry, arms flinging wildly. “He’s already mad. He could kill US, Aemond. He could kill me and Caspian and no one would do a THING!”

“I would never let anything happen to you or Cas-” He’s angry that you don’t know this. He’s angry that you don’t believe he would protect you. He’s hurt.

“Please Aemond. Please. I cannot lose……. I can’t l-” You fall to the floor with sobs and he’s lunging for you, taking you in his arms and pulling you into him.

“Why can’t you just trust me. Just. Trust. Me.” He murmurs into your hair, kissing your temple as you grasp at his shirt. “Just let me do this. For us. For our son. For me.”

“What if it doesn’t work-”

“Then I die with you both. That is all I need.”

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He cleans you off, head to toe with the cold rag in the bucket, murmuring softly to ease your pain. He wiped your tears and braided your hair in the bathing chamber, told you about Cassian's night after you had been summoned away.

He helped you to your room and stripped you both down before climbing into the bed with you, pulling you into his chest so you were as close to him as possible, kissing the top of your head a couple more times.

“Aemond?” You ask, bringing a hand up to his scar, just as you always did at night when he took the patch off.

He answers with a hmm, hand rubbing up and down your spine lazily.

“I…. We’ve never said it.”

“Never said what?”

“Love.” Your answer has his jaw clenching.

“If you don’t think I do just because I haven’t sa-”

“Aemond I love you.” And that’s his undoing right there. He looks to you, to see you were already looking at him. “I just needed you to know in case anything happens. And I need you to protect Caspian. If… If anything happens to me they will try to send him to-”

He’s pulling you in for a kiss before you can finish the sentence. He didn’t want to hear the rest, he couldn’t handle it. The thought of something happening to you and his son being taken would drive him insane. So he chose to kiss you, sitting up and rubbing his hands up and down your sides as he did his best to breathe you in through the kiss.

He would never get enough of you. He needed you to live.

“Say it again.” He gasps, pulling back to look at you. “Please just say it-”

“I love you.” You smile, pulling him back in by his neck and kissing him once more. “I want everything with you. I want to ride Vhagar with you and Cas and I want you to be happy and not have to be disappointed-”

“I’ve NEVER been disappointed in you.”

“I know. But it’s not fair for you if I’m-”

“What can I give you?” He distracts you, hands sliding up to cup your jaw. “What can I possibly give you for you to believe that I just need you-”

“I want a daughter.” You murmur against his lips, hands holding his wrists as you stare into his eyes.

“Anything for you. Anything for my wife-”

“I’m not your-”

“Shhhhh.” He laughs, spreading your legs softly and kissing down your body before you stop him.

“Not tonight Aemond. No stalling.”

“But you know that it’s my favorite part…..”

“I just need you.”

And so he gives you that, climbing back up until your chest to chest before thrusting into you. He takes a breath out, grunting when your legs pull him in tighter. “Gods above-”

“I love you.” You whisper, kissing along is jaw as he breathes out and calms down. “I love you.”

“Say it again.” He mutters, moving his hips while pressing his forehead to yours. “Again. Say it until I’m absolutely fucking sick of it.”

“I love you I love you I love you…” You moan as he begins to speed up, noses pressed together. He reaches to grab the headboard behind your head, using it as leverage to start moving at an angry pace, his other hand gripping your thigh as you begin bouncing to his movements.

“You’re never leaving me.” He grunts out.

“I’m never leaving you.” You answer, hands gripping the sheets and grasping at him.

“You’re mine.” He snarls, removing his hand from your hip to snatch one of your own in his, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss.

But then the world spins, and suddenly Aemond is on his back, you sinking further into him. His eye is clenched shut as his thighs tense, trying not to cum too early as you take control. “No…No it’s too early.”

“Aemond…” You moan out, bouncing faster onto him, placing your hands on his chest for leverage.

“I’ll give you anything you want-” He gasps out, reaching for your arms. “I’ll give you the fucking world. I’ll burn it for you and Cas.”

“Who would my king rule if the world is burnt down?”

“You.” It’s an easy answer, a smug smile falling onto his lips as he reaches up to grope your boob. And you are done, coming undone around him while your head throws back in pleasure.

He follows soon after, touching any skin he possibly could in an attempt to comfort both of you, his body shaking as you lean down to kiss him. “I trust you………”

“I know….. And I love you too.” He answers, holding your jaw to bring you in for a kiss.

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He stays awake when you fall asleep, plotting the next morning very carefully. He needed it to be planned out so you and Cassian would stay in the clear.

When the son finally does rise he wakes you, kissing up your neck to let you know he was leaving. Before he can escape the bed you pull him back and try to lure him in, but he kisses you and dresses.

He smiles when he feels you watching his every move, removing the blanket from your body when he looks back once more. “Last chance my king…..”

He laughs, leaning over you to grab the eyepatch that was strewn on the bed. “Trust me, we’ll have many more chances, little bird.”

Then he is gone, down to the training yard where he knew your husband would be. He was here every morning, while Aemond rode you the poor man would be trying to catch his breath fighting. Every single morning.

Today Aemond would use this to his advantage.

“Lord Henril….” He greets, walking up to the group gathered. “It’s a surprise to see you here.”

“I am here every morning, my prince.” He snarks, not even glancing at the prince before him. The disrespect.

“Ah, then you might be a contender for me to train with. It’s so rare that people can keep up with me battle wise. What do you say?”

“It would be an honor.” The man before him nodded and Aemond found himself smiling from ear to ear.

“Wonderful.”

He grabs a flail while Aemond grabs his trusty sword, both moving to the center of the pit. Aemond swings his sword expertly, feet moving to get into the proper stance, his opponent following his movements.

“Why is it you train here every morning? Planning something?”

“I have a lot of frustrations to get out, prince. This seems to be the best place to do so.” There is a bite to his words, and Aemond knows he is close to getting what he wants.

They pause their conversation to swing at each other, Aemond dodging the flail with ease as he uses his sword to knock him back aggressively.

“What frustrations would that be?” Come on….. Take the bait. But looking at his face tells Aemond everything he needs to know, he knew that Aemond was trying to instigate.

“If you really must know, my wifes cunt has become a sopping mess since she birthed that ugly shit.” The fire in his eyes was enjoyable to watch, the crazed look.

Aemond let anger take control, swinging his sword at the man in front of him with a yell. That was his soulmate he spoke of , his son. This man would need to die today.

He dodges the first couple blows, blocking as Aemond presses for his throat, both men close to each other.

“Tell me prince, did you enjoy my sloppy fucking seconds after I fucked her like the pig she was every night.” Pig….. this man just called you a pig.

He let out a cry of anger, shoving the man to the ground and slashing some of his fingers off, straddling his chest as he pulled out a dagger and pressed it to his throat. “Say something about her again.”

“You know, I have to give it up to the bitch. She’s gotta be tough to look into a face like yours every fucking day.” He sneers and Aemond smiles.

“Would you like to see it?” He offers slyly, reaching up to remove the eyepatch. “Would you like to see the face your wife sees every morning while she fucks me?”

“I’ll fucking kill you-”

“As much as I love this fun with you. I have to get back in time for my family.” Aemond laughs, lifting the dagger up and sending it through his eye. He does this repeatedly, screaming as he is finally pulled off when your husband is nothing but scattered brains in the mud.

He smiles as they drag him away.

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He’s still drenched in blood as he kneels on the floor of the throne room, holding his sword up with his head facing the ground.

“I wish for her hand…..my king.” He calls, eye watering, praying for this to go his way. “I wish to wed her out of respect for-”

“You butcher her husband and then ask for her hand?!” His father yells, anger in his voice. “What kind of sick-”

“Husband, please. Your son is-”

“ENOUGH!”

“Father-” It’s Rhaenyras voice that interrupts him this time, one hand on her stomach while she looks up to her father. “Hear him out.”

“In return for Lady Y/ns hand in marriage…….”He casts a look to his mother, knowing that the only way to convince his father was to betray her. “I will swear my sword to my sister Rhaenyra, I will bend the knee to her as heir.”

Viserys’ head snaps to look upon his son, looking at him truly for the first time. The throne room is silent as he stares, hand clutching his cane.

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He finds you in your chambers, holding Caspian in your lap as you seam a pair of trousers. You hear him coming, he knows you do, but you don’t look up until he is right beside your chair, kneeling down to look upon his son.

“Aemond….” You whisper, watching as he reaches to rub Cas’ chest. “They came and told us an hour ago….”

“Yeah?”

“When they told him his father died you cried your name.” You mumble and Aemond couldn’t fight the laugh that escaped him, grabbing his son from your arms and hugging him tightly.

“We leave for dragonstone in the morning.”

“Why?”

“I swore my sword to Rhaenyra. And it is Targaryen tradition to marry upon the sands of dragonstone.” He murmurs, kissing your temple. “And I am going to pick an egg for my son.”

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He takes you in the early hours of the morning, just as he always used to. Except this time he doesn’t have to clean you up beforehand or kiss away any bruises. Instead he worships your body through the night just as he always wanted to. Just as he deserved to.

He no longer has to share you with another man. These days the only thing he worries about is finishing you off before one of his many children wake up for the day.

Today is no different, he has one of your legs thrown over his shoulder as your other is being held at his hip while he rocks into you. He kisses and nips at your thigh as you grip onto the headboard.

“I hate you.” You moan out, your entire body shaking with gasps as he laughs, snapping his hips into yours as punishment. You make a squeaking sound of pleasure, dragging a hand away from the headboard to slap his chest.

“We don’t have all day ,husband.” You remind him as he slaps the thigh placed on his shoulder, slowing down. “Aemond!”

“This is how it should have been….” He smiles as you mewl, hips picking up in pace, grip tightening on his hip. “Me, torturing you all night to morning.”

“You need to hurry. It won’t be long before Rhaegar wakes. You know he rises before the sun.” You attempt to hurry him up, and he finally gives in, hips beating into yours at a brutal pace in a race to finish you both off before your youngest decides to raise hell on the earth.

He finishes minutes after you, kissing between your breasts as you catch your breath. It’s not long before the sound of a screaming babe fills his ears. “There Rhaegar is, greeting the world.”

“You wanted the third.” You remember, kissing him softly.

“Our daughter, Rhaenyra, wanted another sibling.” He defends, resting his forehead against yours. “And the blood of my blood will get whatever they desire.”

#aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen angst #House of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagine

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bonniebird · 3 years ago

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Daenerys x Reader

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Halloween Event

Daenerys watched as you hurried up to Daario. You went up on your tiptoes and whispered in his ear, he bent down and the two of you started whispering. The fall festival had started and with everyone gathering crops for the harvest and preparing for winter as tradition had appeared.

If a child asked you, you were to present them with something good. Though, due to several arguments in her court, Daenerys had decreed that this could be anything from good advice or directions to physical objects. Daenerys tried to listen to the man before her. He was the last and she had been up since before dawn. Many people had come to her and she had done her best to find a fair answer to everything. But now the sun was close to setting and she could feel her shoulders slouching and her neck aching. Even the cushion on her stool at the bottom of the stairs was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

“Haha!” You cried out loudly and Darrio dashed off, you, hot on his trail. Daenerys cleared her throat and agreed to what the man asked of her. He bowed and she nodded, then he hurried away, Grey Worm following him to ensure that Daenerys’ word was carried out. You emerged again a few moments later, now chased by Darrio who laughed as he stopped at the foot of the long staircase. Daenerys rose from her seat for a moment before you hurried over.

“I have a request.” You chimed, ever so sweetly. Daenerys smiled and sat again.

“Very well.” She answered.

“Trick or treat.” You said gleefully. She frowned for a moment and patted her dress.

“I am afraid I do not have anything for you right now.” Daenerys said as she realised that the folds of her dress concealed nothing. If she had worn her three headed dragon pin she would have summoned your forward to pin it to your clothes.

“No dice. I’m going to have to trick you.” You said with a dramatic sigh. Daenerys raised her eyebrows and smiled a little as she glanced at Missandei, who despite not being in on your trick, already knew what it would be. “I will have to put a curse on something you love!”

With a dramatic flair you raised your arms. Nothing happened and you glanced backwards. There was an awkward silence and nobody said anything. She gave Daenerys a sheepish look and hurried to the doorway of the throne room and glanced around.

“I will have to put a curse on something you love!” You said again, loudly. Daenerys heard the sleepy noise of a dragon and Drogon slowly bobbed into view. “Hat cha!” you said in a spooky sounding voice and threw your hands up again. Drogon made another noise and dropped out of view. As he did, he flicked a small wooden carving over the floor. You hurried to catch it and brought it to Daenerys. She could see that it was slightly scorched and had definitely been chewed at some point.

“It’s a dragon.” Daenerys said with a smile.

“Yeah. It’s Drogon. I’ve turned him into… a little wooden carving. Forever!” You said dramatically and flail your arms the way you imagined a master of magic would. Daenerys raised her eyebrows and smiled.

“Well, my goodness, this is terrible news! What can I give you to convince you to change him back?” She asked. You paused and glanced at Darrio who had helped you find someone to carve the little wooden Drogon.

“Um… A new stirrup? Mine fell off when I was riding yesterday?” You asked. You hadn’t thought about what would happen after the prank.

“Of course.” Daenerys said. You smiled and felt in your pocket for two other wooden dragons and handed them to her. She smiled widely. You hurried off and Darrio followed, no doubt to come up with a new prank.

#daenerys targaryen #daenerys targaryen x reader #bonniebird #halloween2021

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cosmicallyavg · 2 years ago

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I got a loaded question.

What’s your fave imagine dragons song? Just one like the top most listened to. And what is your fave album?

To be fair I’ll answer first. This question was tough for so long but as I grew like their music did it became simple.

Cha-Ching is my fave song. Smoke and Mirrors is my fav album.

aaaa this is such a hard question but selene is my most listened to song of theirs on spotify and it's probably my favorite overall?? like honestly i have probably 10 or so songs of theirs that are tied for my favorite but selene just hits different 😩🤌 like ?? "resolutions and lovers in the kitchen"????? "love is clueless and destiny is wishing"????????? beautiful lyricism and its just such a happy upbeat song ahjfhkjd i love it sm.... and most people dont know of it? like a lot of their popular/widely known songs are high on my ranking list but if i say theyre my favorite then i feel like a fake fan hjgjhfjgfj

tiptoe is up there at a close second though i think... and summer,..... and a lot of others.... like i said i really cant choose just one

as for favorite album??? thats so hard to say.. my instinct answer is night visions just bc of the nostalgia of it all?? like every album has its bangers and its mids and its (unfortunate) skips but overall NV just has such a specific vibe that i love so dearly that sets it apart form the rest like it reminds me of being 12 and finding this new cool band to listen to and playing their songs that i illegally downloaded on my silly little phone with wire earbuds in the car and finally having music i felt a real connection with

cha-ching is a song that i used to not be a huge fan of? like ig i just never gave it a proper chance? but recently idk whats happened but i listen to it more than any other song of theirs rn?? like i didnt realize how much i liked it so now im overplaying it lmao i just love the "staring as the stars parade, are they telling me it's gonna be okay?" lyric so much and its so fun to sing with the "ah-ah ah ah-ah, what is with you? ive never seen this side of youuuuuuuuuuuuu" part dkhfjhfkj

smoke and mirrors is so good i love the overall theme of it so much djkfhkjsfh like the joy of the beginning of their journey is over now its time to face the fear that comes with realizing youre making the journey alone? leaving behind everything you knew? letting everyone down who wanted you to follow a different path? "things will change with time, only in summertime" and "im ready for the fall, ready for everything that i believed in to drift away"????? uhghgkjdfhglkzfgj it just has more mids than NV to me so i dont think i can say its my favorite unfortunately

i actually did rank all of their songs on tiermaker not that long ago which i know i posted on here but i think ive moved some stuff around since then (its a constant work in progress lmao)

#i love giving my opinion on stuff #i know my regular followers might not care but im glad someone does #imagine dragons #lauren imagines dragons #asks #livewhileyourbloodisboiling

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lady-adventuress · 2 years ago

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Hello again! I know on your responses on the sign up you mentioned that you like indie rock and pop punk music, but I'm not familiar with those genres -- what are some of your favorite songs? (And happy almost weekend, assuming that's the correct thing to say for your time zone!) - Secret Santa

Hi, happy almost weekend to you too!

This is a playlist I made eight years ago. Obviously it's outdated and it's not a definitive list because I am very indecisive, but I still like these songs a lot, so I hope this gives you a general idea. (Also it's a more indie sound--I don't have a punk playlist, but a couple bands I listen to are Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance.)

Young Blood - The Naked and Famous

Think About It - American Authors

Revolutionist - The Electric Sons

Take Me to Church - Hozier

These Streets - Bastille

When the Day Met the Night - Panic! At the Disco

Wet Hot American Summer - Cobra Starship

Tiptoe - Imagine Dragons

Team - Lorde

Girls Like You - The Naked and Famous

Dirty Paws - Of Monsters and Men

Like Real People Do - Hozier

Civilian - Wye Oak

This Too Shall Pass - OK Go

Lisztomania - Phoenix

Houdini - Foster the People

Carried Away - Passion Pit

Tightrope - Walk the Moon

Young Volcanoes - Fall Out Boy

From Eden - Hozier

#charmed secret santa #ask #anonymous #music

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floral-and-fine · 4 years ago

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Linger Part 2

Beorn x female reader

Part 1

Summary: Beorn worries about the reader’s safety shortly after meeting her and the company.

A/n: Thinking about writing a third part. Sorry, this took so long. Thank you @luna-xial for helping me stay motivated!

The woods had been abnormally quiet lately, the air was still and all the woodland creatures appeared to be in hiding, there was no rustling in the trees and all the birds had stopped singing.

Beorn hadn’t encountered any orcs either nor seen any sign of them for the last several nights now. However, he continued his patrols, making his rounds, keeping an eye out for any clue that would hint at what the orcs were planning. Their absence was an eerie one, a sign that something terrible was going to happen.

Beorn wasn’t a fool, he knew their disappearance coinciding with the dwarves retaking their home was anything but a coincidence.

He knew their little venture was a risky one, especially with Azog's interest in Thorin. No telling how far the orc would go to end the Durin line.

He growled, wrinkling his snout as he prowled through the forest on all fours, the idea of you getting caught in the crossfire between Azog and the dwarves, angered him. He feared the worst would happen to you as a result of it.

Beorn had, on occasion since your departure, imagined what it would’ve been like if you had stayed. What it would be like to have your company in the evening, your presence nearby as he worked, to be able to listen to you talk and laugh.

He had been without companionship for so long, after the pain of losing his people, he avoided anyone other than his animals. Who would've guessed had become so lonely? That deep down he longed to be close to someone again?

As Beorn traveled to higher ground, he froze when he realized that in the distance a massive army of Orcs was marching towards the lonely mountain. With an army of that size, there would surely be a massacre.

His choice seemed clear at this point, he would need to travel quickly to the Lonely Mountain if he was going to be of any help.

…

Beorn staggered forward, his body shifting from bear to man. He fell to the ground, barely able to hold himself upon his hands, groaning as every bone in his body changed shape and readjusted position.

The battle had been chaos, Beorn and the eagles arrived just moments after the orcs struck. Without hesitation he had joined the fight, biting and clawing his way through, while keeping a hopeful eye out for you. However, there had been no sign of you with the dwarves.

Once the fighting had finally ended, and the remaining orcs had fled, Beorn resumed his search, even fiercer than before.

Getting back on his feet, he grabbed a discarded banner and wrapped it around his hips, and held it up with his left hand. Men and elves gawked over his size, watching as he stumbled towards the camps.

His bones and muscles ached from transforming in such quick succession, his energy drained from fighting, but he was desperate to find you.

Beorn pressed on, limping forward, passing by nameless faces belonging to men, elves, and dwarves. His eyes searching for any sign of you. Many thoughts crossed his mind, should he remain hopeful that he’d find you alive and well or brace himself for the worst should he find you dead or not at all?

“Y/n,” he called from the center of the camp, his eyes darting back and forth.

Tilda, Bard’s youngest, spotted the giant man calling for you. Too intimidated to approach him herself, she decided to find you for him instead.

She quickly made her way around the tents and rumble of the old city, finally finding you speaking with her father.

“Y/n,” she said, tugging on your sleeve drawing your attention away from Bard.

“Yes?” You chirped.

“Someone’s looking for you.”

You furrowed your brow, “Who is?”

She shrugged, “no idea, never seen anyone like him.”

Filled with curiosity, you followed Tilda. You had no clue as to who would come looking for you, you had already seen the company.

You stopped dead in your tracks upon seeing a very bewildered and naked Beorn calling out for you.

Beorn?” You shouted, still utterly surprised to see the skin-changer here of all places.

He spun around and the moment he saw you alive and well, he collapsed to his knees. Without thinking, you rushed to his side and knelt down beside him.

“Are you alright?” He asked immediately, his large hand cupping your cheek.

“I’m fine,” you shook your head with a small smile. “it’s you who needs tending to.” You looked behind you towards your tent, then back to Beorn, “Are you able to walk?”

He nodded, wincing as he rose to his feet. You guided him forward towards your tent and helped him settle down on the blankets.

“You weren’t you with the dwarves...” he started, groaning as he laid down.

“It’s a long story,” you sighed, preparing to tend to Beorn’s various cuts and bruises.

“I’ve got time,” he encouraged.

You laughed. “I suppose you're right… well, after our encounter with the elves, we met Bard, who was kind enough to smuggle us into Lake-Town,” you began, wrapping his hand with a bandage.

“Thorin offered the townsfolk a share of the mountain's riches for their help. I stayed behind when they departed... Kili had fallen ill, I offered to stay and help care for him.”

Beorn listened intently to your story. His eyes observing you carefully as you effortlessly talked and worked at the same time.

You explained how Bard and his son slayed Smaug, and how you rejoined the rest of the dwarves, but by then Thorin had succumbed to the Dragon Sickness.

“He had become so cruel,” you continued, cleaning a long scratch on Beorn’s forearm. “the rest of the company was concerned for him as well.”

You sighed, setting the rag down and retrieving a salve. “I believe what Bilbo did was justified, so when Thorin called Bilbo a traitor, I left too and joined the others,” you shrugged.

During most of the battle, you were with Bard’s children, trying your best to protect them, despite not being much of a fighter.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Beorn said softly, looking up at you.

“What about you?” You asked, lifting your brow. “I can't imagine that you were anxious to help the dwarves out again.”

He looked away for a moment, before quietly answering. “I’m here for you,” he said with a serious look.

“For me?” You stuttered, wide-eyed.

He nodded, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

“I’m happy you’re here,” You smiled, lightly pushing back his hair from his face and stroking his cheek tenderly, as you admired the rather gentle skin-changer.

“Now, sweet man, get some rest,” you urged, before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Beorn fell asleep easily enough, in fact, the sound of his snoring could be heard from all corners of the camp.

He had traveled quite a distance in such a short amount of time, then immediately fought his way through an army of orcs just for you. The thought alone made you feel as though you were floating.

Quietly, you tiptoed out of the tent in search of fabric. You doubted any of the spare clothing here would fit him, he was far taller and larger than most of the men at the camp.

It was dark out when you returned, Beorn was still sleeping soundly in your tent. You found the sound of his snores oddly comforting. The nights here and on your travels had been far too quiet for your liking, making you feel rather lonely at night.

Sitting in the corner by a lit candle, you worked on using spare fabric to make Beorn some pants. You couldn’t imagine what people had thought seeing him wandering around practically naked.

Your face heated up as you pictured him standing there with nothing but a raggedy scrap of cloth to cover himself with. He was an attractive man in a wild sort of way, muscular with untamed hair.

Lost in your thoughts, you accidentally stabbed your finger with the needle, hissing you sucked on your fingertip to help with the pain.

Beorn stirred at the sound, “are you alright?”

“You heard that?” You perked up.

“Mmhmm,” he answered, still partially asleep. “I can hear the mice outside the tent scurrying about, and even the horses braying in the distance.”

“That’s quite amazing,” you noted.

He laughed lowly, “I suppose it is… what are you doing up so late Busy Bee?”

“Just need to finish something first.”

He closed his eyes again, “you should be sleeping.”

“I will shortly,” you smiled, running the needle through the fabric again as you worked on finishing the seam.

…

Beorn stared at you with an unreadable expression, his eyes focused on the pants you were currently holding out towards him.

“It’s not my best work,” you started, fidgeting slightly. “But I figured it had to be better than nothing. I guessed your measurements, and I think they’ll fit at least well enough for you to walk around the camp, and if they’re too loose, I can take them in a bit. That wouldn’t take too long, I suppose.”

You continued to ramble as Beorn sat there somehow quieter than usual. This gift presented an odd dilemma with it.

You made something for him, you had considered his needs and worked almost all night on it. According to skin-changer traditions, this could be considered a marriage proposal, a symbol of you willing to provide for him.

Of course, he was aware that you were unfamiliar with skin-changer practices, but that still didn’t make this any easier on him. As the last of his kind, he was the last to maintain their customs and traditions.

“I’m afraid I cannot accept,” Beorn finally admitted.

Your shoulders slumped, your hands lowering, “why? I made them for you.”

Beorn sighed, “For skin-changers giving gifts is a romantic gesture to put it lightly.”

“Oh, I see,” you nodded, feeling rather embarrassed.

The truth was you wouldn’t mind becoming romantically involved with Beorn, it wasn’t something you had given much thought to. But you couldn’t deny the attraction that was there.

Not sure what else to do, you went about your day as he continued to rest.

It didn’t take long for Beorn to heal, by the second day he looked as good as new.

He sighed, sitting in your tent alone with his thoughts. He had no excuse to stay any longer, the animals at home needed him to return. He accomplished what he had set out to do, he fought orcs, found you safe and sound. It was time for him to leave.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to leave, and he was completely aware of why he didn’t want to leave you.

"Beorn?" You said lightly shuffling inside the tent, and successfully drawing him from his thoughts.

His intense gaze falling upon you. “Yes, little bee?”

You inhaled deeply and held out the pants to him again.

His brow furrowed, “y/n-“

“I know,” you interrupted him. “But please hear me out, my feelings for you are rather new, but I’ve traveled a long way to get here, and of all the amazing and terrifying places I had seen, the only one I wanted to return to was your home.”

Your heart was racing, your face was flush, and you didn’t dare meet his gaze, instead, you stared at the ground praying he’d say something.

Suddenly you felt his fingers lightly brush against yours as he accepted your gift.

Your head snapped up, as you looked at him with big eyes. A content smile formed on his lips as he leaned down and his forehead touched yours gently nuzzling against it while his large hands softly caressed your arms.

“We’ll depart in the morning,” he whispered.

#beorn the hobbit #beorn x reader #beorn fanfiction #beorn fanfic #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit fanfic #the hobbit #Female reader #reader insert #Beorn skin-changer #the lord of the rings fanfic

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marshmellowtea · 4 years ago

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i woke with her walls around me, nothin' in her room but an empty crib

listen on 8tracks here.

listen on youtube here.

this is a playlist for mia and ethan winters, spanning across their relationship pre and post resident evil 7 and 8 (though it mostly focuses on resident evil 7 and the space in between the games). the songs are ordered in a way that’s meant to loosely order the events of said games, though of course things don’t always match up exactly. i hope other mithan enthusiasts will enjoy this, cuz i had a lot of fun making it! :P

tracklist, annotations and timeline under the cut:

Pre Resident Evil 7

1. When the Day Met the Night - Panic! at the Disco

When the moon found the sun // He looked like he was barely hanging on // But her eyes saved his life // In the middle of summer ... Well, he was just hanging around, then he fell in love // And he didn't know how, but he couldn't get out // Just hanging around, then he fell in love

2. Fidelity - Regina Spektor

I never loved nobody fully // Always one foot on the ground // And by protecting my heart truly // I got lost in the sounds

3. Who’d Have Known - Lily Allen

I haven't left you for days now // And I'm becoming amazed how // You're quite affectionate in public // In fact your friend said it made her feel sick // And even though it's moving forward // There's just the right amount of awkward // And today you accidentally called me "Baby"

4. Every Night - Imagine Dragons

My mind is made up // Nothing could change that // I'm coming home to you // Every night, every night, every night, every night ... No matter, no matter, no matter what we're facing // It don't matter, it don't matter // 'Cause the reason that I'm here // Is the same through all these years // I'm not changing, I'm not changing anything at all

Resident Evil 7

5. Candy (Paulo Nutini Cover) - Marina

I was perched outside in the pouring rain // Trying to make myself a sail // Then I'll float to you my darling // With the evening on my tail // Although not the most honest means of travel // It gets me there nonetheless

6. Ilomilo - Billie Eilish

Where did you go? // I should know, but it's cold // And I don't wanna be lonely // So show me the way home // I can't lose another life ... The world's a little blurry // Or maybe it's my eyes // The friends I've had to bury // They keep me up at night ... I tried not to upset you // Let you rescue me the day I met you // I just wanted to protect you // But now I'll never get to

7. Are You Hurting the One You Love? - Florence + the Machine

Are you hurting the one you love? // And was it something you could not stop // Could not stop // Stop // Could not stop...

8. the run and go - Twenty One Pilots

I am up against the wall, the wall // Pa, I hear them coming down the hall // I have killed a man and all I know is // I am on the run and go // Don't wanna call you in the nighttime // Don't wanna give you all my pieces // Don't wanna hand you all my trouble // Don't wanna give you all my demons // You'll have to watch me struggle // From several rooms away // But tonight, I'll need you to stay

9. American Beauty / American Psycho - Fall Out Boy

You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out // You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out // And you can kill me, kill me or let God sort ‘em out // And you can kill me, kill me or...

10. Dixie Boy - April Smith And The Great Picture Show

Don't make me come over there // 'Cause ladies, I'm a lady but please understand // When it comes to my boy, I will fight like a man // I will seek, and I will destroy // For the apple of my eye, my pride and joy // My Dixie Boy

11. Evelyn - Kim Tillman & Silent Films

I've been awake // To see the day // Devour the night // I've seen decay // Give way to growth // And make the most // Of nearly nothing ... These lofty thoughts are killing me // Preoccupied by what I could be // I get so high on my ideals // Don't call me down // But you can meet me where I land

Post Resident Evil 7

12. Woman Woman - AWOLNATION

I may be worthless without you // I'll never decide to replace you // Amen, the worst is behind us now // (Woman woman)

13. Holding Onto You - Twenty One Pilots

I'm taking over my body, back in control, no more "shotty" // I bet a lot of me was lost, "T"'s uncrossed and "I"'s undotted ... You are surrounding, all my surroundings // Sounding down the mountain range of my left-side brain // You are surrounding, all my surroundings // Twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes // And I'll be holding on to you

14. Tiptoe Through The True Bits - Los Campesinos!

Girl, I helped you with your demons // But your ghosts are now haunting me too ... But if we tiptoe through the true bits // We might make it to the other side // What doesn't kill you leaves you wounded // But I will nurse you better, alright // I've been waking on your side of the bed // As the sun's been rising in the West

15. Like Real People Do - Hozier

I knew that look, dear: eyes always seeking // Was there in someone that dug long ago // So I will not ask you why you were creeping // In some sad way, I already know // So I will not ask you where you came from // I would not ask and neither would you // Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips // We should just kiss like real people do

16. Me And My Husband - Mitski

But me and my husband // We are doing better // It's always been just him and me // Together // So I bet all I have on that // Furrowed brow // And at least in this lifetime // We're sticking together // Me and my husband // We're sticking together // And I'm the idiot with the painted face // In the corner, taking up space // But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved

Resident Evil 8/Post Resident Evil 8

17. Sleep Awake - Mother Mother

Lie awake, I sleep awake // I sleep with one hand on my 45, the other 'round my baby's waist // Lie awake, I sleep awake // I go to bed with all my lights turned on // So I don't slip away // I stay awake

18. Four Seasons - Los Campesinos!

When I come home it will be with // Someone else's blood on my shirt // Another county's dirt on the knees of my ripped jeans // And I won't wanna talk about it ... As you bathe the stains from my skin // Only dirt is washed away // 'Cause all the bad lays far more deep // Please, I don't wanna talk about it

19. Work Song - Hozier

When my time comes around // Lay me gently in the cold dark earth // No grave can hold my body down // I'll crawl home to her ... My babe would never fret none // About what my hands and my body done // If the Lord don't forgive me // I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

20. I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie

Love of mine, someday you will die // But I'll be close behind; I'll follow you into the dark // No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white // Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark // If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied // Illuminate the "No"s on their Vacancy signs // If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks // Then I'll follow you into the dark

#resident evil #ethan winters #mia winters #mithan #resident evil 7 #resident evil biohazard #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #marshy's playlists #also sorry it's not on spotify i wanted to put it there but it doesn't have marina's cover of candy #and that's the version i know so. shrug emoji #maybe i'll try to add it there later anyway we'll see it depends

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lethal-liability · 3 years ago

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Ari's ranking of Imagine Dragon's discography

Here's something literally no one asked for! Anyway rankings are out of 10 and I'll have album stats at the end. Also any songs in the EPs that would later appear on Night Visions are just going under the album. I know that'll screw with their averages but I don't really care.

Imagine Dragons (2009) average rating: 7.2

I Need A Minute: 6/10 A nice fun song I used to like dancing around my room to. The lyrics are completely incomprehensible but I guess that's the point, I like it. The vocals are just a little bit too low

Uptight: 7/10 Funky beat, I really like the synth. I didn't listen to this one much as a kid but I really missed out this song kinda fucks.

Cover Up: 7/10 Some more funky bass and synth, getting into some of the more poetic lyrics that I like from them. Pretty solid.

Curse: 9/10 This 👏 was 👏 my 👏 favorite 👏 song 👏 back 👏 in 👏 the 👏 day 👏 Here's where my bias comes in cause this one gets an extra point purely for that. The lyrics don't really make sense but I would lay up at night coming up with complex amvs in my head to go along with it :) Still holds up to 11 y/o Ari's love.

Drive: 7/10 Again, another one I never really listened to as a kid. It's a pretty good, relaxing song, really different from the rest of the upbeat songs on the EP.

Hell and Silence (2010) average rating: 6.75

All Eyes: 6/10 Another funky song, nothing really special but pretty solid

I Don't Mind: 4/10 Honestly not a fan of this one, the synth is kinda annoying and the lyrics are kinda irritating

Selene: 8/10 Idk what to say I just like this song :)

Emma: 9/10 Honestly pretty much the same as Selene but with a chiller vibe, I like the raspier vocals. Extra points for that nearly yelled bridge HELL AND SILENCE I CAN FIGHT IT

It's Time (2011) average rating: 4.2

Tokyo: 3/10 Look I'm a sucker for funky synth OKAY. I don't speak Japanese but I don't have to to tell you Dan's pronunciation is really cringy. Deducting points for the kinda fetishy lyrics too.

The River: 8/10 This is one of those songs I like to listen to when I'm sad to make myself sadder so I can cry my feelings out. It's got a pretty, soothing melody and nice lyrics.

Leave Me: 2/10 This song used to make the feminism leave my body as a kid but I just can't bring myself to really do that anymore lmao. Come on Dan, that's two kinda gross songs on one album :/

Pantomime: 2/10 I. Really did not like this song as a kid. Like I had a playlist on youtube of all their music except this song. I was right.

Look How Far We've Come: 6/10 Hearing this song for the first time in like nine years was an experience. Not a bad song but dome of the lines are a little clunky.

Night Visions (2012) average rating: 7.33

Radioactive: 9/10 Ya know this is the song that got them famous and for good reason. It's a good song and great amv fodder.

Tiptoe: 8/10 It's gonna be harder to write about these songs going forward because these are ones I listen to regularly so I know I like them but yeah. Good song.

It's Time: 10/10 Radioactive may have been what got them famous but this was their first real big single and it was my favorite. I'm a big sucker for a mandolin and I think this is where they started to lean more into the folky sound than the synthy sound.

Demons: 9/10 Another one of their songs I used to listen to to cry and I don't listen to it much anymore because of that but it's still a good, poetic song that hits me in the feels.

On Top Of The World: 6/10 My mom had this as her alarm when I was in middle school so I couldn't listen to it for a long time. The lyrics are a little heavy handed sometimes and a little incomprehensible at others but it's an alright little tune.

Hear Me: 8/10 This album is a little confusing because they include some of their older synth heavy songs alongside their newer folky songs, but I won't complain with this song. Frustrated 13 year old me loved this song because I, too, felt that no one ever heard me when I talked. Ya know, 13 y/o things.

Amsterdam: 7/10 I have no idea what this song is about but it's pretty good.

Every Night: 5/10 This was their first and last try at what I call a "first dance bait" song. Ya know like Perfect by Ed Sheeren or Marry Me by Train? It's alright, just really heavy handed.

Bleeding Out: 10/10 Oh emo eleven year old me ate this edgy shit up. Is it a grimdark? Yes. But that's a plus for this song. This song makes me wanna scream every time I listen to it I BARE MY SKIN AND I COUNT MY SINS AND I CLOSE MY EYES AND I TAKE IT IN

Underdog: 6/10 Another cute song, not much to say about this one, it's alright.

Nothing Left To Say: 9/10 ANOTHER another song I cry to, this one still hits home for me. It's pretty and soothing but the lyrics are still heart wrenching. The instrumental at the end is nice and I like to fall asleep to it.

Rocks: 8/10 A nice upbeat song that is a little repetative but it's only about a minute long so it doesn't over stay its welcome.

Working Man: 5/10 This song isn't on spotify so I don't get to hear it often and I actually hadn't heard it in a while when I listened to it to do this. It's kinda trying to be a 9 to 5 type song but it doesn't really do it for me.

Fallen: 8/10 Another song I hadn't heard in a while since it's not on spotify but I'm more of a fan of this one. Another amv bait song to me but one with more of a triumphant vibe to it. I really like the vocals in the chorus.

Cha-Ching ('Til We Grow Older): 8/10 The hook of this song, cha-ching x3, has a big potential to become really annoying like some of their later songs (cough cough, Thunder) but they actually somhow make it work. This song hits me a lot harder now than it did as a kid cause god. Yeah. They're so right. We are all living until we grow older.

Smoke + Mirrors (2015) average rating: 9.06

Shots: 9/10 Hell YES my favorite album finally let's get into this shit. Anyway songs that make me wanna lay in a field of wildflowers. Well the music, the lyrics are pretty depressing. But that's what makes a great song ya know.

Gold: 9/10 Songs about the rich losing their humanity? Hell yeah. I fucking love the percussion and the synth in this one too.

Smoke and Mirrors: 10/10 The under appreciated masterpiece of this album in my humble opinion. Everyone always talks about Dream as the best song on the album but I really think it's this one. That yelled OPEN UP MY EYES gets me all the time I just really really love this song.

I'm So Sorry: 9/10 Real sexy bassline on this one. I can't tell what the fuck this song is about but I don't care because it goes pretty hard.

I Bet My Life: 8/10 I like the gospel vibes, especially the backing vocals, some of them out-sing Dan a little bit. This one also hits a little harder now that I'm grown up a bit.

Polaroid: 8/10 Another one with cool percussion, some of the lyrics are lost on me but I get the overall vibe of it.

Friction: 10/10 I have no clue what that string is at the beginning of the song but man does it fuck hard. God actually everything in this song goes pretty hard, I'm especially a fan of the vocals.

It Comes Back To You: 8/10 Nice chill song, I feel like this is one that's gonna hit in a few years. Not much to say about it tbh besides I like it.

Dream: 10/10 This song really does live up to the hype even if I like other songs better. It's really poetic and well composed. You really just have to listen to it to get it tbh.

Trouble: 8/10 The piano at the beginning is a little grating but it gets better. Again not much to say about this one, it's solid, just not one of my favorites.

Summer: 8/10 Another sexy baseline, another set of incomprehensible lyrics. I like it.

Hopeless Opus: 10/10 This one's a little weird but it was my favorite for a while. I like weird. Idk if anyone would agree with me but this one was kind of a self fulfilling prophecy, this really was a hopeless opus since, in my opinion, they've yet to make album as good as this one. Also. Guitar solo.

The Fall: 10/10 I like to put this song on when we get the first cold snap of the year after summer :) It's just really chill and I like the vibes and the vocals

Thief: 10/10 AAAAHHHHHH SONGS THAT MAKE ME WANNA RUN THROUGH THE WOODS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

The Unknown: 9/10 Cool percussion, I like the intermediate piano, it's a nice touch.

Second Chances: 9/10 I like the strings and the vocals. Another nice chill song.

Release: 9/10 I like that this one is completely acoustic, it's a nice send off for a great album, if a little depressing.

Evolve (2017) average rating: 5.5

I Don't Know Why: 10/10 I have wanted to choreograph something to this song for the fucking longest time oh my god. I really love the vocals and the synth in this one.

Whatever It Takes: 5/10 This one's alright. It's not great but it's definitely not the worst. Perfectly average pop song.

Believer: 10/10 I am a little bit biased with this one because I use it for my OCs a lot but like. It's a really good song. And I don't watch TV so I haven't gotten it ruined for me by commercials.

Walking The Wire: 6/10 I hadn't listened to this song in a while and it's really not as bad as I remember. I guess you can really tell that he was having marital issues when they made this album and that didn't really connect with me back then. But I'm kinda into a little bit of it now.

Rise Up: 4/10 Another really average, inspirational pop song. I like the raspiness of Dan's voice in most songs but it sounds so over processed in this song I can't stand it.

I'll Make It Up To You: 3/10 Wow okay never mind the marital issues vibe is coming back real heavily in this one. Idk it's just such Straight People vibes, I don't like it :/

Yesterday: 1/10 I associate this song with someone I don't talk to anymore and really wanna forget so it's kinda running at a deficit already. But. Um. It's not a good song otherwise. It's another weird song but something about this one just doesn't work.

Mouth Of The River: 7/10 I think I liked this one when it came out, idk why I stopped listening to it. It's pretty good. Not great. But I like the river imagery. Well. I like river imagery in general.

Thunder: 2/10 hhhhhhhhhhhh why did they think this was a good idea. Probably their most notorious song, I know a lot of people cite it when they say Imagine Dragons makes shitty music. I just think it's tragic that this is one of the ones that got super popular for some reason. However as someone who teaches children's dance classes, however annoying you think this version is, you haven't heard anything until you have to listen to the KidzBop version twice a week for a year. Not a complete 0 because I do like some of the vocals that aren't. That Part.

Start Over: 6/10 Another one I hadn't heard in a while, but it's pretty groovy. Not as heavy handed as some of the other songs, and that flute in the chorus is pretty cool.

Dancing In The Dark: 8/10 I like this one a lot, the processing on the vocals is a little wonky but I like the vibes.

Next To Me: 4/10 Yeah this was the "please don't divorce me" song. It's. alright. Really heavy handed, they probably should've waited to release this one but you know.

Origins (2018) average rating: 4.8

Natural: 10/10 Another one I'm biased for because I associate it with a beloved OC. But It's still a good song. I like it.

Boomerang: 5/10 Another song that just has an awkward hook with awkward delivery.

Machine: 9/10 I like this song a lot more now that I know the band is really outspoken about their experiences with mormanism and escaping it. But the irony of a song with a nonconformist message from a pop band is not lost on me.

Cool Out: 5/10 Idk I don't have much to say about this one. It's alright.

Bad Liar: 4/10 Oh boy more divorced dad energy. Hhhhhh I'm getting burnt out on this. For the record I have no problem with people going through things like this, I'm just not into these vibes in my music, especially when they're super desperate like this.

West Coast: 3/10 East coast supremacy. Also why are you trying to be Mumford and Sons.

Zero: 4/10 You know, the Ralph Breaks the internet song? God. That sure was a movie. The song is better, but not by much. It is fun and bouncy but I don't like listening to it too often.

Bullet In A Gun: 5/10 I used to really like this song but now I just associate it with an embarrassing character I used to stan so :/ I do still like the lyrics even if I don't listen to it anymore.

Digital: 3/10 I can't tell if this song is pro or anti technology??? And the electronic melody is annoying.

Only: 4/10 Hhhhhh I'm so tired. I don't like this one.

Stuck: 2/10 idk man. bad.

Love: 3/10 Really trying hard to be the Beatles here. :/ That's really not a compliment.

Birds: 5/10 This one's kinda nice, a little more original but like. I'm so burned out on this theme. hhhhhhhh

Burn Out: 10/10 Speaking of burn out. lmao, no I actually really like this one. I just recently listened to it kinda intently for the first time and I just. Wow. The second verse really gets to me. I feel like this song has a lot of the poeticness I liked from Smoke + Mirrors.

Real Life: 0/10 Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh obligatory "PHONES BAD" song from the folk pop band. At least when Bastille does it they don't literally say "turn your phone off!" in the song. I'm so tired. I'm gonna take a nap before I listen to the next album.

Mercury - Act 1 (2021) average rating: 7.46

Okay I'm still tired but let's do this. Also I've only heard this album like three times so far so this ranking is most definitely gonna change as I listen to it more.

My Life: 9/10 Holy shit this song is fucking heart wrenching and I first listened to it at like just the perfect time for me to ball like a baby listening to it. Literally my only gripe is I wish the tempo would've picked up a little bit earlier.

Lonely: 9/10 This song is equally fucking depressing but it's upbeat and I eat that shit up. The vocals are a little weird sometimes but I really like the pre-chorus a lot.

Wrecked: 8/10 Okay so this album is just gonna be gut punch after gut punch huh? Look, I was really going through some shit when they dropped this album so I like really connected with a lot of it. But yeah I like this song.

Monday: 4/10 Alright. Not a fan of this one. The metaphor is kinda cute I guess, even if it implies that like literally everyone else things your sweetheart is fucking insufferable. Actually. Who tf thinks monday is the best day of the week? Like what kind of person? But, uh, musically, it's kinda annoying.

#1: 7/10 Self-care babie!!!!!!! Okay but this is a nice song. Yes we all need to learn self love it's a fucking journey babe.

Easy Come Easy Go: 9/10 I really like this one, it might be my favorite on the album. My only gripe is the bridge/3rd verse/whatever it's called is a little bit clunky

Giants: 8/10 god DAMN those vocals. This is another kinda weird song but I'm into this one like I am with Hopeless Opus.

It's Okay: 7/10 Honestly I'm kinda tired of hearing "it's okay to be not okay" Like yeah I've been depressed for most of my life now I think I got that at this point. But I am a fan of "I don't want this body, I don't want this voice, I don't wanna be here but I guess I have no choice." Like damn even my gender crisis? Y'all are really just hitting all my nails from the past year right on the head huh?

Dull Knives: 9/10 OKAY ROCK RIFF I HEAR YOU, I just wish it would've lasted through the song instead of going slow again during the second chorus. But yeah, songs that make me wanna scream in the woods in the middle of the night.

Follow You: 8/10 ME AND WHO???????

Cutthroat: 9/10 HELLO AMV BAIT I MISSED YOU I wish it was longer. Also, love Dan's screamo debut I wish he'd just fucking scream his throat raw more often.

No Time For Toxic People: 4/10 okay I think we've established that I'm not a fan of completely unsubtle songs so I don't think it should be a shock that I'm not a fan of this one. The music doesn't really save it either.

One Day: 6/10 M E A N D W H O ? ? ? Not as much of a fan of this one as Follow You though.

Additional Singles but only one's I've already heard because fuck you there are so many of these

Battle Cry: 6/10 I thought this one was from some soundtrack but idk. A transformers movie I think? I can't find anything on it. Anyway, okay song. I like the line stars are only visible in darkness. The rest of the song is kinda repetitive

Born To Be Yours: 8/10 I like this song a lot. I have no idea who Kygo is but I'm a fan of this beat. For the record, this is more something I would use for my first dance.

Destination: 6/10 Another song I haven't hear in a while. I enjoy the vocals from the other band members. But it is an itunes sessions song so it's a little messy, probably could have been better if they'd recorded it as a regular song.

I Was Me: 7/10 A nice sad acoustic song, not much to say, I like it

Levitate: 6/10 This one is from that Jennifer Lawrence Crisp Rat movie no one saw. It's okay. I like the sci-fi vibes.

Lost Cause: 4/10 This one is from the Frankenweenie soundtrack of all things. This is another grimdark edgy song, but it just doesn't have the staying power to me that Bleeding Out did.

Monster: 8/10 This song was my fucking jam as a kid and was the song that got me into Nightcore in middle school so you know it's important to me. Still a big fan of it.

Not Today: 7/10 I actually saw the movie this was from, Me Before You. I would say this is another first dance bait song but I think they were just trying to match the vibes of the movie. The song is better than the movie though. In case you were wondering.

Ready! Aim! Fire!: 7/10 continuing the trend of songs from soundtracks, apparently this song is from Iron Man 3? Seems kinda weird to put a song about rebellion and revolution in a movie about a billionaire 🤔🤔🤔. Anyway it has a more electronic, industrial sound than most of their stuff which i appreciate. Still have to deduct points for being from a marvel movie though oops.

Roots: 10/10 Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh I love this song. Another another biased one because I associate it with one of my OCs but like. It's a good song.

Sucker For Pain: 5/10 Ya know that song from the Suicide Squad soundtrack? The masochist anthem? It's alright, I mean Dan's part is probably the best, the rap is okay I guess, I'm not a huge rap fan so I don't really know what constitutes a good rap. I guess the appeal of this song was all the big names but it just gets tiresome that there's a new voice every 30 seconds. Really gimmicky but Lil Wayne's part is kinda funny so I'll give it that.

Warriors: 8/10 More amv bait, another one I could've sworn this was from some soundtrack but I can't find anything on it. Pretty solid song.

Who We Are: 6/10 This sing is from one of the Hunger Games Movies, I can't remember which one though. Anyway it's fucking incomprehensible but I like it.

Conclusion

Okay so in order from Highest to Lowest ranked the albums and EPs are

Smoke + Mirrors: 9.06

Mercury - Act 1: 7.46

Night Visions: 7.33

Self Titled: 7.2

Hell and Silence: 6.75

Evolve: 5.5

Origins: 4.8

It's Time: 4.2

See and this is completly objective because if you had asked me to rank my favorite albums I would've put Night Visions above Mercury 😠 I did have a good time going back and listening to a lot of old songs I hadn't heard in forever

anyway I'm tired and this post no one asked for is over 3k words so I am going to bed good fucking night

#long post #even with the read more hhhhhh #oh well #anyway #enjoy the most basic band that I like lmao #imagine dragons #ari screams into the void

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