#too slice of lifey

[howtodisappearcompletelyand]

20/10 stars little guy

[dimorphodon-x]

Just wanted to say I love your Fanfic with Rodi and Starhawk. Seriously, I binged it in a few hours-

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I’m glad you do!

[tylidae]

mission for summer break shall be drafting up fred and nul stories

[piwitchbeyotch]

card game time c-words

[biohazard-inevitable]

I GOTTA jot down this story idea i just had while at work BUT

A world where humanity has driven itself to extinction through war, leaving their structures to plague to surface of the earth.

The ravens, intelligent and witnesses to humanity’s travesty, were the first to step up, gathering in enormous flocks to take over what humanity had left behind, and over time, commanding the other animals of the earth to do the same.

Under the raven’s guidance and rule, animals evolved to a more bipedal species, and under the raven’s teachings, they too grew more intelligent until the structures that once belonged to humanity now stood as historical monuments to of what once was in the world of animals.

Yes its furries

[zuureleena]

profiles of the main characters of the adult roommates total drama au i'm working on!! where every1 is around their 30s and the story focuses on heather, noah, and cody :D [this is subject to change btw!! depending on what i think'll work better for the plot]

soo quick premise of the story (w/o spoiling too much):

noah recently broke off a 10-year relationship with emma after a fight that resulted in him being kicked out of their shared house all together — for reasons neither of them are ready to disclose, not even to themselves.

thus, after a series of unfortunate events, our failure of a fantasy novelist ends up rooming with cody, now a lanky man who not-so-gracefully fell from stardom, and heather, a cat mom doing her PhD in psychology and is displeased with having to share a space with noah and cody of all people.

with both men broke and heather barely having enough time or energy to carry their collective finances on her own, the three are forced to get their shit together and navigate through the turbulence of living in a bustling city, deal with domesticity, and face the complexities of their respective minds as they make their way up in life (again).

[courtney does play a role but i won't spoil!!]

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there'll be more characters involved but i'm thinking that these are, at the very least, the main cast: the trio being the protagonists while emma and courtney are secondary characters

BUT!! i'm struggling between making this into a comic or a fanfic 🥲 bcs obvs the former will take much longer than the latter, but i can immerse ppl sm more with the comic ihwkebwksb idk we'll have to see where this story goes because i am still structuring it!

it's supposed to be slice-of-lifey, sooo a good amount of fluff and angst cuz i rlly wanna make it realistic and relatable to the majority :D since so many older aus are rlly intense and trauma-heavy 😭😭🙏??! LIKE yes my story will obvs explore the trio's personal problems but i'm really trying not to make it be smth off-the-rails and batshit insane 💀 ykwim??

SO UH SORRY THIS IS SO LONG BUT YA IF U HV ANY QUESTIONS, PLS COMMENT HAKSHJA

[cy-cyborg]

So I'm one of those writers that falls into the trap of world building super hard. I have so many projects I spent months or even years creating, writing lore, doing art for, all kinds of stuff, but never end up telling any actual stories in so they just end up going ultimately unused. One I'm working on right now is likely to fall into this category.

The thing is, I've recently come to the conclusion I enjoy world building more than actually writing in a lot of cases. Don't get me wrong, I still love to write and tell stories and make comics, I won't stop doing that lol, but I also really love making worlds and settings just because I can.

The problem is though, without a story to attach to these worlds, I don't know how to go about actually sharing them in any way. It's fun making things, but to spending so long working on something that no one will ever see is starting to feel... I guess a bit tiering. A few I tried to use little slice of life stories or comics as a way to share the worlds and settings, but they never actually stay slice of lifey. The big comic I'm working on right now, Voidstar, was supposed to be one of these and at some point it went from "cozy space slice of life" to "gay aliens get imprinted on by a baby dragon god and travel the galaxy to fight the government" Needless to say, Scope creep is a bit of an issue for me lol and nothing ever gets done. I also tried making websites on a few occasions or showing stuff off on my portfolio website related to the worldbuilding projects, but that didn't end up working for a bunch of reasons (mainly that my portfolio is on Wix and they're stingy with space for pages/uploads). I also tried World Anvil, and used to really enjoy that, but they've locked way too many features now behind frankly ridiculous paywalls, so It's not really worth it now. Not to mention it was really hard to make WA sites decently accessible.

All of this to say, I want to start sharing these worlds (if nothing else so I stop vanishing from social media for months at a time when I get hyperfixated lol) but I have no idea how. Does anyone have any ideas or suggestions?

[princeloww]

broadchurch fic recs !!

(Except I'm very picky and don't read Alec/Ellie fics)

Whumpuary Day 1: Secrets Revealed by AJWrites1998 (@bro-ken-spoon)

Summary: Ellie Miller was having the worst day of her life even before she got the text message. Takes place during season two, episode six.

Details Ellie's reaction to Alec getting his surgery (and telling her about it over text). Packed full of brilliant lines that are both clean and beautifully sensitive all at the same time. Spot-on characterisation, and quite a quick read. I personally really loved this one, and (as you'll probably notice) absolutely love this writer and their writing style.

All I Want For Christmas by AJWrites1998

Summary: The edges of his mouth turn down slightly, but he tries to play it off as thinking about whatever he’s managed to pull up on his computer. He sighs.

“Can’t,” he says, “Daisy’s visiting her mother for Christmas. She won’t be back till next week.”

Ah, so that’s what it was, then. He’s missing Daisy.

“Well, I guess if I can’t have Daisy, I’ll accept just you,” she says, then takes a sip of her own tea. She watches for his reaction over the top of the mug. He winces, but she didn’t exactly leave a lot of room to say no.

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Daisy's out of town for Christmas. Alec has some feelings on the matter. Ellie's there to help out.

Alec Hardy sick fic!!!! This is a Christmas themed one, but it definitely doesn't need to be Christmas time for it to be enjoyed. Ellie and Alec are written incredibly well - their interactions are so brimming with familiarity that you get the sense that these two characters really know each other, yet in such a spectacularly Hardy-Miller way. Very slice-of-lifey and quite low stakes. Very fun to read, and full of really sweet moments (like Alec helping Ellie put Christmas presents together).

A Hard Day's Night by AJWrites1998

Summary: “Well, she was right, even if you are feeling poorly now. We’ll get you some toast later on, when you’re feeling up to it again.” She feels the need to reinforce this, otherwise she fears he’ll take away the wrong lesson. Unfortunately, at the mention of food, he pales again. “No. No need. I’m never eating anything ever again.” he says, his face lined with pain. ------------ Alec Hardy doesn't usually eat anything at all. It's just his luck that the one time he does, it's gone bad. It's up to Ellie Miller to look after him.

Oh my god, I think this is my favourite Broadchurch fic ever. I think it deserves so much attention - it's amazingly written and honestly quite beautiful. It's witty, clever, and perfectly captures strong, familiar and platonic intimacy. This is another Alec sick fic where Ellie takes care of him. Their dynamic is really well written, and extremely accurate. The author clearly has a great understanding of the characters, and it really translates in this - and all of their - piece(s). Without giving too much away, I've got to say the hair scene is absolutely amazing. If you enjoy thinking of them in a queer platonic kind of way, this might be good for that? It's very intimate, in a way that is refreshingly platonic.

Over the Sea to Skye by lestatslestits (@lestatslestits)

Summary: five times Alec Hardy sang to his daughter while she was sick, and one time she sang to him instead.

Oops, it's another sick fic. I only read this one recently, but it is absolutely beautiful. The father-daughter relationship between Daisy and Alec is so compelling and sensitive, and every character is incredibly well written and characterised. I really, really recommend this one.

On this part, I'm going to go ahead and recommend lestatslestits' entire selection of Broadchurch fics. I've only read this one, because I genuinely literally just discovered it while writing this post, but I'm entirely confident that they are all amazing. I'm going to devour them as soon as I have a chance, and then probably devour their TOTA fics too. Amazing writer, please go check them out.

Mail Slot by capn_schmazz (whose tumblr I don't know)

Summary: Ellie thought about Alec in those first weeks of knowing him. Seeing if her memories were different now with this new information. They weren't. Not really. She wouldn't have ever guessed it if he hadn't trusted her enough to tell her, so she stopped thinking about those weeks and took a sip of tea in the present.

I am INSANE about this fic. It's absolutely perfect, yet subtle and meaningful and really impactful. Has suicide themes, as Alec tells Ellie about a past suicide attempt. It's really focused on the relationship between Ellie and Alec, as they have a late night/early morning conversation about first a case and then the past. Also one of my absolute favourites. The dynamic is so well done, and the characters are so well portrayed, that I had a tiny little David Tennant and Olivia Colman in my head as I read it. Genuinely, in my opinion, brilliant piece of writing.

I really really recommend all of these fics!! Please go check them out.

[stardustamaryllis78]

Welcome Home, Adora-brrrrrrr - StardustFlower83 - The Dragon Prince (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

New fic! I was going to post 2 fics at once because I didn't want to be at the number 13 but I'm just going to bite the bullet and the next one will be posted on Halloween so not too far off. Anyways, this is very slice of lifey and it was not supposed to be this long but here it is!

I hope you guys enjoy! 😄

[hualianschild]

Genuine question. I loved many elements of the apothecary diaries, the mystery, the unsexualised main lead and the slice-of-lifey vibe to it and just about everything else also ticks all things I love about stories in media. The problem is there is ginormous off-putting almost triggering thing in it. The setting and how it displays women.

Does the setting of apothecary diaries not upset any others girl watcher’s stomach? If you want a detailed ask i can send one :(

I geniunly mean no harm, but I saw anime feminists say it’s one of the best piece of media that navigates womens struggles and I’m so flabbergasted.

hello thanks for the ask and yes you can send me a detailed ask I don't mind ^^

so the thing about the apothecary diaries is that it's based on ancient historical china and and as with any historical based media ofcourse there will be lots of misogyny and homophobia and every bad old thinking thing you can think of, as someone who watches lots of historical fantasy related things, things like these are a common occurrence atp and I'm so used to it that I'll be surprised if a piece of historical media is non toxic and full of positive vibes. In the apothecary diaries there's this system of the emperor keeping concubines in a separate palace and all they're useful for is to provide heirs and I'm like yeah it was the usual scene back in the day (there's just this ONE ruler in china who kept just one partner his entire life and he's famous for that if I remember correctly) and I can't do anything abt it now cuz that system has long been abandoned now as with the slavery system too

I think the anime feminists saying it's a good depiction of women struggles aren't wrong as maomao who's seen as the daughter of a commoner somehow got sold as a servant and is bound by a contract and everyone suffers in a slavery system and adding the fact that people try to disregard her advice cuz she's a woman and a teenager and a slave at that really reflects back to what usually happens to women in modern times too but even after that she has a friend who she talks with abt their struggles of being a servant and that she's still enthusiastic about poisons and herbs and everything related to apothecary and doesn't let those people from stopping her in persuing her interests whenever she can while still trying to save her life (servants meant nothing to the ruling class so they can be easily k worded off) just makes me so happy, she's now thriving cuz everyone knows how talented she is and very clever to the point they go to her to ask for suggestions and advice about their problems and trust her to help cure their problems is a good representation of how people let their internal misogyny stop them from seeing what's actually there

so yeah these were my thoughts I know some might disagree here and there but feel free to point out if there's a flaw or something here hope this helps ~

[rendevok]

Do you have favorite nrmt fics? Or just any aa fics

Ooo! Yes! I’ve recently been compiling a list of the ones that I just couldn’t get out of my head, so without further ado~

Here are fics that are pure nrmt goodness:

a seat at the table by parchmints - 7yg, Phoenix officially adopts Trucy, and nrmts finally taco bout it sort of maybe ;3

Butterfly kisses by royalmess - canon compliant and “SO MANY KISSES I DIED” <- actual note from my list

if you leave the light on by angstinspace - 7yg, confessions, and my favoritest thing :^)

rough around the edges by Samioli - [screaming from a megaphone] MILES LIKES THE STUBBLE

the bookstore at the corner of 14th and fen by kbots - bookshop/flowershop au, SOOOOO cute and slice of lifey

Chicago Noël by canolacrush - you ever wanted a baker/mafia au? Well now you do! Takes place in 1950’s Chicago, SO delightful to read, good character variety, holiday vibes, and honestly i will be reading this annually

And it’s not a rec list from me without those tasty tasty casefics! These focus on nrmt too of course:

Dating for a Turnabout by Mikomikono - fake dating, murder mystery but they’re being gay as hell the whole time and it’s AWESOME

Investigations of the Heart by poodlepunk - Miles being tortured and down bad, need i say more?

Thrown Through a Loop by savitarandsigh - time loop au, tied to a case! Very cute and fun hehe :3

Turnabout Feelings by ssygir - 7yg, set in Paris, and Very Ace Attorney iykwim, a very satisfying casefic

Turnabout Sole by Collaberal Damage - bodyswap au, SO FUNNY AND CUTE and on top of that, the case is really well done imo!

Aaaaaand basically the rest so far are klapollo so if you’re into that:

can i go where you go by parchmints - klapollo getaway fic , fake dating, they melt my heart and make me want to flip a table

In Better Light by cosmogyral & sunsmasher - klapollo Pacrim au with a side of nrmt as well, SO WELL DONE, do yourself a favor and read this

singing my life with his words by angstinspace - klapollo soulmate au, the premise is so original and god, i wept. Cannot recommend any higher than literally mailing you my tears

wherever you stray, i follow by parchmints - klapollo royal/fantasy au, as magical, romantic, actiony, and adventurous as a fairy tale ought to be!

I’m actually quite behind on my fic reading list, so this is where I’m at so far. I’ve definitely got plenty of in-progress fics that i follow & enjoy that will probably make it to this list eventually, so ask me again some time for more!

[sleep-drink]

POV: Me a PA in the corner talking with Julie wondering with Wally and yo self insert finally get together (or be friends idk what your plan is but I love your comics for the actor au you have a cool art style too just saying)

I think this is so funny just by the virtue of the fact that Julie is probably really bad at gossiping.

She would stare at whoever she’s gossiping about and just be so completely obvious but think she’s being so sneaky.

Tysm🥹

I’ve never really gotten an ask b4, it means a lot to me that u like my work! I really wanna keep making the comics for this, I like exploring Dolly’s dynamic w everybody. I think she has strong morals and will defend others, but has a hard time defending herself. As opposed to Wally who also has strong personal morals but will only defend a certain few and is very headstrong about it, often believing only his way is the right way.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) we will be seeing much more of THAT dynamic very soon.

This comic is kinda going as I write it so I dunno what their relationship may be in the future, But it’ll be interesting to find out!

Dolly was also originally a WH puppet OC. She’s like a sheep w human hands (oooooo spooky) and I really do wanna explore her in that setting too, cuz I think Wally and her would be at odds in there too (just much less slice-of-lifey)

Thanks so much again for reading!

[teddypines]

Cat goes to school

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Sumary: Just some wholesome stuff and a bit of angst (if you can even call it that) of a day in the life of Cat and Peter going to school together.

Note: it's a bit more slice of lifey than i thought it would be, hope you enjoy it. Art/picture is from Google, credits go to whoever made it.

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Peter had worked on this project for what felt like months, yet it had only been 4 weeks. He wanted to get a good grade, but most of all he wanted to show his class what an amazing cat Cat was. Peter had spent days doing research on cat behavior and hours with Cat and either Loki, Wanda or Vision. He was going to do this project perfectly, if only Cat would get into the damn travel basket. Steve and Bucky were helping him since they had the same struggle a little while ago. 

“Come on Cat, you know the travel basket, you know it doesn’t harm you” Steve spoke to Cat as Bucky held her up in his arms. Cat was stuck to Bucky’s shirt and refused to let go of him. Of course she knew that travel basket was harmless, but she just didn’t want to be trapped in it, at least that is how it felt for her. Peter looked at both men and Cat with worry. “Maybe I could just leave her here, it’s not like I really need her to be with me for my presentation.” Peter said but he looked down at the floor when both Steve and Bucky gave him a look. “No, Peter, you worked so hard on that project, Cat is going with you no matter what!” Bucky answered before Steve could even say anything.

Before one of them could do anything else Wanda walked into the room. “Hey, I heard a commotion, what is going on?” She asked as she slowly made her way to Peter’s side. “Cat doesn’t want to go in her travel basker, but she needs to so I can take her to school.” Peter answered Wanda as Bucky tried to stop Cat from clawing at his skin. Wanda looked over at Bucky as he struggled. “Let me talk to her,” Wanda said before carefully removing Cat from Bucky. “Hey, kitty Cat, what is wrong?” Wanda started, she held Cat close, almost holding her like a baby. “I don’t wanna be trapped in the basket! it’s so closed, i don’t like it! they trap me and then keep me prisoner for hours!” Cat answered Wanda, to the other it sounded like a bunch of meows. 

“Oh Cat, you know we aren’t trapping you in there, it’s just so you stay safe while we travel. We do not want you to get hurt on the way to get too tired.” Wanda explained to Cat while gently petting her over the head. Cat started to purr a bit and leaned more against Wanda. “But it scares me, I don't wanna be… Be… Be… trapped!!” Cat continued to meow a lot to Wanda. Wanda kind of understood what Cat meant, but she still knew Cat had to go into the travel basket. “I know, I know honey, but we do not confine you, I get that you feel that we, but we don’t mean for you to feel that way. Now, I'll talk to the others and get you a bigger basket, but for now, could you please, for us, for Peter, get in the basket and go to school with Peter.” Wanda reassured Cat as she cuddled Cat close to her. Cat purred and let out a small “yes.” meow.

So with Wanda’s help Cat got into the travel basket and stayed there until Happy got there to help Peter take his things to the car. Happy was carrying a big cardboard poster while Peter carried all the other stuff to the car. Wanda carried Cat, talking to her the whole way to the car. Cat was still scared, but she would be brave, for Peter.

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After a long car ride to Midtown high with Peter and Happy Cat finally was let out of her travel basket. Peter helped Happy put Cat in her harness. Happy didn’t really get how the harness worked when Peter explained it to him, so he let Peter do it after a while. Cat then waited as Happy and Peter got everything out of the car. She watched all the other students walk past them. There were a few who looked at them, and only one came up to give Cat a quick pet and say hi to Peter. 

Happy helped Peter to put his project in the correct classroom before leaving to do some minor tasks for Tony. Peter happily let Cat sit on his shoulders while he walked to his locker. Ned waited there for him. Once Peter got to Ned they did their secret handshake thingy. “So Cat is joining us today?” Ned asked as Cat nuzzled into Ned’s hand when he reached up. “Yeah, it’s easier to have her here with me all day than to ask Happy to do extra car rides and put Cat in her travel basket. Even this morning it took four of us to get her in it. But Wanda did most of it.” Peter explained to Ned as he grabbed the books he needed for the next few classes. “She seems fine now, but then again Cat is special so her behavior is a bit odd at times.”

“She’s a cat Peter, all cats are a bit odd at times. Plus she has the orange gene, maybe not a lot, but she has it.” Ned said as he and Peter walked towards their first class. Cat was happily listening and looking around the school. “Yeah, but she has black cat genes too, and brown and white cat genes. She has a little bit of everything.” Peter answered Ned before putting Cat down on the ground. “So a little bit of everything all of the time?” Ned asked. “You could say that” Peter responded as he opened the classroom door. “explains a lot actually”

“It sure does” Ned said before sitting down in their usual seats. Cat jumped onto the table and lay down in the middle of it. 

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Cat spent most of the classes asleep next to Peter. Some classes she slept on Mj’s lap or curled up around Ned’s neck. She was a good kitty and at lunch she got a lot of extra pets and attention from all the other students. She waited until it was her time to shine. 

Finally after multiple hours of just napping in class or thinking how annoying the teacher was, Cat finally got to shine. Peter was setting up his project at the front of the class and Cat sat patiently on the table. A few of the children looked at Cat with big interest. Cat saw this and jumped off the table where Peter was still setting up and trotted over to them. She gave Peter’s classmates headbuts and pawed at their legs for attention. This went on for a little while until Peter was ready. He grabbed Cat and put her back on the big table. “You can do a little round around the class after i showed anatomy” Peter whispered to Cat before starting his presentation. 

And so after cat anatomy and a bad Grey’s anatomy joke from Peter, Cat started to trot around the classroom again giving more headbuts and paws. By the end of the presentation Cat was back on the big table and Peter was ending his little list of end facts. “Owh and Cat can see ghosts.” Peter said ending his presentation. Everyone laughed when Peter said Cat could see ghosts, but Cat didn't. She was a bit annoyed that Peter got everything right but the ghost thing. But overall she had a good day and wasn’t so scared of the travel basket anymore. Which meant she wasn’t really mad at Peter.

The two of them got picked up by Tony after school and Peter proudly told him about his grade from the project and his school day. Cat happily sleeping in the back seat listening to Peter yep on.

[vvluvmai]

hi bae what if i requested a. dan heng x gn reader. uh. fluffy drabble teeeheee like slice of lifey w him <33

Omg yes yes, this might be a little short because i ran out of ideas and my brain stopped working :(( (and guys I definitely didn't go into yuzu's askbox first to ask them to request hehe-)

𝑭𝑺𝑴 ✩ 𝑨 𝑺𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬

warn. Some parts may be inaccurate?, gn reader

sum. How life with Dan heng would be (requested <3)

char. Dan Heng

wc. 823

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ☕︎⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

𐑺 Life with Dan heng would be relaxing at most, with his calm and composed nature, arguments are kept low.

But of course, every couple isn't free from little disagreements, coming up with petty little fights, but calling yours arguments would be a dumb choice, which really are little witty comments, playful ones, being thrown at eachother in a playful manner.

𐑺 Knowing of his blunt nature, if the two of you live in different housings, it's common for him to be at your door, ringing the bell, with a simple, plain, excuse of "I can't sleep", just to be with his lover.

No matter how far you live away, Dan heng always makes it possible to visit you from long distances

𐑺 Sometimes, such excuses are used, he'd wake up from nightmares, sweating profusely, rushing to your door, wearing his shoes, pants and a button down, he'd ring the door in a panic.

Which of course, never fails to wake you up and rush downstairs.

𐑺 He's had his troubles, letting him cry into your shoulder is the best option available, comfort him please, this poor baby has had enough 😭

𐑺 For when the two of you live together and he yet again wakes up from a nightmare, and you aren't in the bed with him?

Instant death, he rummages through the entirety of the house, yelling your name.

You rushed back to him, explaining how you couldn't sleep and decided to catch up on some fresh air, staring at the sky's beautiful tears, which are the stars.

𐑺 omg when you bring him to gaze at the sky together to comfort him?

This man will give his life to you I swear

𐑺 Gifts are uncommon, but it's usual, fancy and expensive gifts are rare, with bouquet of roses he may or may not have stolen from the neighbour's backyard.. are most common.

𐑺 Something tells me that this man knows way too much about what a flower means and what the different types of colour mean 😭

𐑺 On missions, it's always usual for you to send the message first, due to him being so busy, he's not able to text first.

He's a focused man, meaning, he sometimes forgets to text his lover back or first.

𐑺 But worry not! He always comes home with plenty of sweets and gifts to enjoy, the biggest gift being him and his sweet voice whispering sweet nothings and sorrys into your ear <33

𐑺 He loves calm areas, so expect dates to be set at quiet areas, such as flower fields, libraries, etc etc

𐑺 Amazing cook tbh, while he lacks baking experience, his dumplings are to DIE for

You would be walking into the cafeteria knowing your food is the best out of everyone

𐑺 Will and shall make a bubble bath for you when you get home stressed and tired.

𐑺 Don't think he will leave you in the bubble bath all by yourself now <3

This man is obsessed with your hair and how smooth it is, so expect him to play with your hair for endless hours <33

𐑺 Loves to embrace you anywhere and everywhere, but never outside the comfort of your home.

𐑺 Yup, he's not a big pda guy :(

𐑺 But he will hold your hand though <3

Rubbing soothing circles on your palm with his thumb when in a crowd or a long stressful event, sometimes, even kissing your hand when the eyes of the people are on their phones.

But never over that.

𐑺 Please be interested in his hobbies, such as reading, he will literally cry from the effort and appreciation

𐑺 Speaking of the topic reading, if you lose the ability to sleep, he whispers stories, or sometimes read a book you might be interested in.

If you are intrigued but fell asleep, he will continue the story the next night <3

𐑺 Some nights are of freezing temperatures, which you may think result in you being the little spoon but no

This man can't handle the cold, so let him sleep as the little spoon plsplsplsplsplspls

𐑺 After warm baths, he falls asleep as soon as he hits the bed, with you cuddling him.

As you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, just like he does, his mind is kept worry-free, from nightmares and other hazards, his dreams being as loving as you, sometimes, resulting a dream of where the two are married, living the Disney life of happily ever after. A small smile and blush creeping up his face, which you didn't fail to notice.

"What must you be dreaming of now my little prince?" You sighed out in a whisper, causation of to not wake him of his wonderful dream.

You fell asleep as he moved closer to you.

Both figures relishing in eachother's warm embrace, keeping them at comfort. Knowing tomorrow will be the start of another week.

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[bucknastysbabe]

Back to the Old House:Ch.3

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 5,091

Tags: Oral (f!receiving), V!sex, Aegon gets switchy then reverts to subby mode, Drug/alcohol use, Family Fist Fights, The gang gets High As Balls, Slice of lifey this chapter, Dorne said defund the Royals, Viserys is an idiot, Outdoors sex

A/N: This is fun to write I get way too invested in everyone. Tbh I stumped myself with the last scene so I cut it off I’m in finals season I don’t have the brain power yeet. Anyways enjoy mwah

Previous Chapter

Chapter 3: Barbarism Begins at Home

You and Aegon lounged about, him napping while you scrolled on your phone. You giggled at his face smushed against the pillow, sneaking a photo. Aliandra Martell had texted you about the trip and a curious conversation ensued. You told her about the fights, the confusing ass castle, and your step forward into a relationship with Aegon.

The ‘Princess’ of Dorne replied, “As long as he knows whose in charge lmfao tell Uncle Daddy Daemon I said hello ;).”

You snorted in amusement, Aegon mumbling something beside you. You turned to look at him stretch and scrunch his nose. Eyes still closed he groaned, “My ass hurts.” You grinned helplessly and retorted, “I wonder why your grace?” He tugged at your hair playfully and pulled you into his embrace. Aegon nipped at your earlobe and rasped, “Maybe because I have a crazy Dornishwoman who likes to ride.”

“Maybe so.”

A loud ringtone went off, some sort of yelling noise. Aegon reached around for his phone, checking it over your shoulder. You watched him unlock the phone to a text from Daeron. Your mouth split into a grin again.

“Rookery in 15 ladies and gents,” read the message.

Aegon laughed, “Ah finally.”

The phone buzzed again, this time from Jace. He wrote, “FOR THE LOVE OF THE FATHER NO ONE LET AEMOND KNOW!!!!” The pair of you giggled at the eldest Velaryon. The times you’d seen Aemond at a King’s Landing party was dreadful. He was straight edge and usually glared at everyone from a shadowy corner. R’hllor bless him.

You wiggled out of Aegon’s arms and exited the bed. He whistled at your naked body, joking about round two. You rifled through a drawer to find some warm clothes. Looking over a shoulder you chided, “Get up!” The Prince groaned and rolled out slowly, taking his sweet ass time.

You were already dressed in a sweatshirt and leggings while he was pulling on underwear, wincing at the movement. Aegon grumbled, “I’m going to have to bring a damn pillow out there.” He eased into his own sweats and an old KLU pullover.

“C’mon Aegon they’re gonna be done by the time you’re ready.”

“Lemme put on my shoes! Damn!,” he groused.

You were out the door, Aegon stumbling along behind. You spread your arms and laughed, “Lead the way your grace.” The blonde shook his head and stalked forward, instinctively grabbing onto your hand. He spoke, “The rookery is about to fall into the sea but no one ever goes out there. I used to hide up there when I was younger.”

“Hide from what?”

“My family, of course,” he sneered.

Rolling your eyes Aegon led you down weaving stone. You ended up at ancient stone stairs, Aegon’s hand at the small of your back. You quipped, “I can easily see you busting your ass down these things.”

“Oh I most definitely did,” he cackled.

At the top of the stairs was an arch with a gnarled door. Aegon rapped on it in a strange pattern. Daeron’s smiling face appeared on the other side, beckoning you two in. Jace and Baela sat by a metal fire pit. The wind swept through the old rookery, sending a chill down your spine.

Jace exclaimed, “There’s my favorite screamers!” He nursed a small bottle of cinnamon whiskey.

You and Aegon shared a dubious look. He questioned, “Screamers?” Baela snickered, elbowing her cousin. Daeron piped in, “What? Do tell!”

Jace held back laughter before breaking, “Baela and I heard you two going at it down the hall. Quite the spectacle, really!”

Aegon’s face flushed a deep red and he sputtered out a weak defense. You patted him on the cheek and cooed, “Awe poor baby.” He glared at you and shuffled over to sit down. All eyes were on the Prince as he grunted and ungracefully perched on the floor. Daeron’s eyes lit up and he shouted, “AEGON I KNEW YOU WERE FREAKY BUT DAM-“

You slapped a hand over his mouth and hissed, “Hush!” He mumbled an apology, laughing under his breath. Aegon crossed his arms, looking like a wet cat. Baela spoke, “Ass annihilation aside, let’s get it going Daeron the druggie.”

The youngest Targaryen held up his hands and sat down. He whipped out a rolling board and pulled the blunt wrappers out. He handed the board to Aegon and ordered, “I break you roll,” he turned to the rest of the group, “My dear brother here taught me the art of blunt rolling.” Jace bowed with his hands in prayer.

Baela joined in and chanted, “Oh bless you holy blunt master Aegon, second of his name.”

Aegon cursed at the two, now focused on the task at hand. You looked around at the stone room, awing at the height, envisioning it filled with ravens from days of old. Jace turned on some music, that weird slowed trap stuff out of Gulltown.

You stared at the fire while everyone sat in companionable silence. You sent a quick thanks to R’hllor for turning things around. Daeron interrupted the silence with a brazen question.

“So, Lady Uller, is it true you’re a fire worshipper?”

Aegon growled through his teeth at his brother. You scoffed, “Yes Daeron I get naked and dance in fire. You idiot— I follow the religion of the Lord of Light. The fires are how we commune with him. The fire is life and protection. Targaryens of all people should know that.” Daeron shrugged and hummed in understanding. Aegon shot daggers at his brother and focused back on the blunt.

Baela asked, “He fends off the Great Other right?”

You nodded but whispered, “It’s not custom to speak of the other. The night is dark and full of terrors when it comes to that one.”

Jacaerys shuddered, brown eyes wide. He managed, “I don’t know what freaks me out more— that or the Old Gods Cregan follows.” You mused, “I always thought the statues of the Stranger and Crone were creepy. Or the Iron Islands and the Drowned God stuff.”

Baela asked, “Have you heard about the Black Goat in Qohor? They still have the old altar in a museum.”

“Quit it with the weird shit I don’t want to trip out,” Aegon interrupted. He handed you the weed and a lighter, offering with a smarmy ‘m’lady’. You smirked and lit up the blunt, taking a deep inhale. You counted down on your fingers, Daeron chanting to hold it. With a shaky exhale you passed it on to Baela. Then the coughing hit.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself. You were not a dope extraordinaire. A dab pen was more palatable. You doubled over hacking, Aegon rubbing your back with a soft smile. You wheezed, “Holy fuck that’s good shit.” The buzz was already taking affect— your eyes feeling dry and heavy, a giddy feeling taking over.

You leaned back onto Aegon, laying your head in his lap. You always got in your thoughts when smoking. You stared up at the ceiling and the old chains holding the bars where ravens would have perched. Jace coughing and slapping the stone floor made you giggle. Your boyfriend idly played with your hair.

Daeron’s dumbass challenged Aegon to go hit for hit when he got the weed. The elder brother snorted, “When you’re throwing up don’t blame me.” You watched Aegon’s lips as exhaled; mesmerized by the smoke.

“Like a dragon,” you giggled.

Jace added, “A debaucherous one at that.”

Aegon handed you the blunt. He teased, “Think you can handle another?” You hit it again, not as hard as the first time. Off to Baela the Pentoshi kush went. Daeron was rolling up another for the contest. Aegon’s purple eyes grew glassy and he lazily grinned down. You grabbed his palm and kissed it gently.

Jace cackled suddenly, making everyone stare in amusement. He elaborated, “I just had the best mental image.”

Baela raised a brow, ever the calm one. She prodded Jace, “Go on then.” The brown haired Velaryon giggled, “I have a nightmare blunt rotation,” he paused to gather himself, “Otto, Alicent, Aemond, Luke, and oh fuck it- Larys Strong.” Aegon guffawed in that manic way of his, shoving Daeron excitedly.

You added, “Aemond would think the cops were coming!”

Baela commented, “I think Otto needs it. Luke will freak the fuck out again and start crying.”

Jace was about pissing his pants, caught up in his idea. Aegon looked down and asked, “Have you heard of Lord Larys?” You shook your head. Daeron butted in, “He’s a creep- you’re not missing much.” Aegon nodded along and said, “One time we saw feet pics on his phone. I almost screamed.” Jace squawked with laughter. He usually was so stoic, it was amusing to see him let loose.

Daeron held up the second blunt, the other one down to a roach. He puffed, “Pearl!” Aegon snarked, “I could’ve done that in half the time.” The younger brother glared and lit up petulantly. Baela shoved Jace away from her side in the meantime. She hit her vape and leaned toward the fire.

You watched as the smoke off began. It ended with Daeron coughing and admitting defeat. Aegon giggled in glee, pointing at him. He yelled, “Fucking pussy! I win!” You took a small puff and flicked the end of the blunt into the fire while Aegon berated the half-dead Daeron. Jace joined in, throwing nonsensical insults.

Baela shook her head and muttered, “I’ll have to stay up here with dumbass for awhile.”

Aegon stretched and stated, “Have fun with him and Dare. I think we’ll head back to the room.” Daeron stared with heavy eyes, slowly rolling out a middle finger. You bit back a laugh at the way-too-high Targaryen. Aegon helped you up, gasping, “Oh shit.”

“What is it?”

“I’m fried.”

He laughed loudly and skipped down the stairs, you chuckling at the odd sight. Aegon turned round to face you, walking backwards. He sang, “The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring!” You rolled your eyes, heart fluttering at his eager face. You felt very light and unburdened.

Aegon slung an arm over your shoulders and continued, “But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel, and its kiss was a terrible thing.”

Unable to help yourself you joined in, swaying along with the prince.

“The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed, in a voice that was sweet as a peach.”

Aegon serenaded back in a stupid voice, “Buuuuut the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own, and a bite sharp and cold as a leech!”

You teased, “I don’t think any Dornishman will stab you. Maybe papa.”

Rounding a bend Aegon hummed the next part, stumbling over the words. He breathed, “Wait wait I know the last part, hold up.” Taking a deep breath he belted out the last part of the old ballad. You blushed in half-embarrassment.

“Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done,
the Dornishman's taken my life, but what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!"

Aegon bowed and winked at you. You clapped for the idiot, shaking your head. He laughed, “Gods I’m good.” A voice echoed from ahead, “You sound like a horny cat.” The pair of you jumped in surprise as Daemon passed by. Aegon giggled, “Crazy ass.”

Once inside your chambers you immediately climbed onto the bed, sighing out, “R’hllor’s fires this is comfy.” Aegon flopped next to you, pulling out his phone. You peered over and asked, “What’cha doing?” He texted something and murmured, “Food.”

You perked up at that, leaning over to look. Aegon waved a hand, “I just text someone on the kitchen staff to bring us shit, I’m hungry as hell now.”

Damn. Your father made you get your own food even with a staff. You told Aegon so. He replied with a smirk, “That would explain things.”

You demanded, “Explains what?”

“That you know how to do basic shit. I didn’t know how to do it until I met you.”

He somberly stared, looking ashamed of the show of his upbringing. You shrugged, “You couldn’t help that, don’t beat yourself up over it.” You laid on his chest, tapping his nose with a finger.

“If it makes you feel any better, my father made me learn each bastard Valyrian dialect. Also the trade talk, and Dothraki. I would get whipped with the belt if I didn’t study enough,” you admitted quietly.

“Gods that sounds dreadful.” Aegon peered in horror at you.

“I guess it’s what made me work hard, having a crippling fear of failure. Papa was much more harsh on me being his eldest. I know you get that.”

Aegon wrapped warm arms around you and said, “Tell me about Hellholt, your family.”

Eating and chatting and maybe another round of sex ended another strange day at Dragonstone.

The next day you’d received a note from Rhaenyra asking to meet that evening. At breakfast you went to her immediately. She gazed expectantly and you gushed, “I would love to tonight!” Rhaenyra replied, “Perfect, we’ll be in the Sea Dragon tower in my rooms.” With a bow you came to the table.

The family filtered in, Jace looking particularly tired. Aegon nudged you, sharing a knowing smile. Helaena sat next to you. She asked, “How was your evening?”

“Good, good, I was serenaded by your brother.”

She giggled and replied, “Aegon was never very inclined into the musical arts,” she paused in thought, “Or much of anything actually.” She sheepishly apologized after blurting, you patting the princess’ palm in sympathy. Viserys was rolled in by Alicent, completing the table. Staff scuttled about putting food and drink down.

The queen announced, “Let us pray this morning, the doctor is visiting our Viserys today. Then Otto has an announcement.” Aegon groaned in pain, your eyes jerking over to see what was wrong. He whispered, “The fucking hunt.” You tried to speak but your hands were seized by both siblings as Alicent prayed.

When she finished Otto cleared his throat. Aemond leaned in, excitement dancing in his one eye. Looking over you noticed Luke was just as invested, sending a glare to his Uncle. Alicent’s father stated, “I have taken the liberty to hide the dragon egg on the island this morning. After breakfast the hunt begins. Whoever brings it back first will be rewarded.” After some annoyed looks Otto huffed, “I expect everyone to be involved.” He and the queen shot a pointed look at Aegon.

You mouthed to your boyfriend, “What the fuck?”

Not one family member was inclined to let you know what was happening either. You pinched Aegon’s thigh, the blonde choking around a bite of food. He angrily whispered, “It’s a bullshit game where the two sides get stupid competitive, mainly Luke and Aemond. I usually go hide.”

Finally educated on the matter you ate contentedly.

Exiting the stilted breakfast with Aegon you mused, “So where are we hiding?” You two were the last of the younger crowd to leave. Aemond and Luke zoomed out first while Daeron paired off with Baela, Rhaena and Joff led the kids, Jace slinking behind them.

Aegon murmured, “I have a spot, c’mon.”

This time the prince guided you through more weaving hallways to end up on stony stairs descending to the beach. Wind whipped around, blowing your hair roughly. The dragonmont loomed in the distance, reaching darkened fingers to the water. Cave openings littered the rocky outcrops.

Aegon inhaled the salty air, his thumb thumbing across your hand. He said, “Those caves used to be different lairs for dragons.” You finished his sentence, “Now a different dragon hides in them.” Aegon scoffed rudely but held back his smile. He briskly walked along the sands, tugging you along.

Footprints littered the ground from the other Targaryens running around for the egg. Aegon ducked into a crevice, you squinting behind him. Inside it opened up into a bigger chamber, some old markings on the walls illuminated by the dim entrance. You stared up in awe, stopping in your tracks.

Aegon proudly stated, “This was one of my other hiding spots. Figured we could lay low until the damn hunt is over. Or if Aemond exacts revenge on Luke.”

The blonde turned to face you and placed a ringed hand on your cheek. You murmured, “Lay low huh?” You tilted your head up to kiss him gently. Gentle pecks easily turned to heated kisses with you two. Aegon sucked on your tongue with a low groan, his palms squeezing at your waist.

In a tangle of limbs you laid on the sandy stone, Aegon on top and between your thighs. He hotly laid kisses on your sensitive neck, making his way downwards, roaming hands sneaking under your sweater. You whined his name when Aegon pinched at your nipple.

Breathlessly you joked, “I haven’t fucked outdoors in forever.”

Aegon paused his nuzzling at your thigh. Violet eyes glared at you. He pouted, “We’ve never fucked outdoors.” You rolled your eyes and pet at his hair soothingly with a sigh, “Because it was back in Sunspear dummy.”

“Well I’m going to make you forget about that,” he hissed under his breath, “Probably one of those sandy assholes with a gold chain.”

Your haughty laugh peeled off into a cry when Aegon’s tongue laved over your clothed pussy. He had raked up your skirt and pulled down your underwear, ducking as you kicked them off into the gloom of the cave. Aegon sealed his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You threw your head back, body contorting into an arch.

“F-fuck, remember when yOU- didn’t know how to eat a girl out,” you rambled.

Aegon’s brows furrowed and his fingers swirled around the rapidly collecting slick at your entrance. He easily slid two in with a contented hum. You yanked at his hair when the sucking turned into pointed licks across your sensitive bud. Crying his name you dug a heel into his back.

Aegon crooked his fingers up, rubbing you at a fast pace. You cried, “Good boy- f-fires!” He found a good rhythm, even cheekily slurping at your soaked cunt. You trembled around his fingers as he abused your sweet spot. Sweat beaded along your skin— even in the chill of the cave.

You bit at your lip from making more noise, pride stepping in. Aegon didn’t like that, slipping in a third finger to rake across your insides. Molten heat curled in your belly and you made a rather pathetic noise. Your orgasm was imminent with your whole body on fire like this.

You cursed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck Aegon, fuck you!”

A little nip and your eyes were rolling back up in your head. Aegon’s fingers still curled into your pulsing cunt. You rode his face through the precipice with both hands grabbing his hair for dear life. He groaned deep in his throat, lapping gently as his fingers eased out. You felt suddenly empty, gasping at the feeling.

Looking down frantically you demanded, “If you don’t get your cock in me right now I’m-“

Aegon shushed you with a pinch, very uncharacteristic of his usual submissive nature. You may not admit it— but you didn’t mind this more dominant side of Aegon. He quickly yanked open his pants, shimmying down the underwear next. “C’mon, c’mon,” you urged.

Aegon grabbed your waist and jerked your hips into his lap, spearing you on his cock. The cave echoed with both of your cries. The blonde’s face scrunched, him gritting out, “Fuck you’re wet.” He did not take you in missionary much, preferring to be on the bottom, content with you riding him. Sometimes he’d get overwhelmed when on top, usually flopping over and begging you to do the work.

This time he seemed determined. A fiery look swam in his purple eyes. He pushed deeper with a bitten off whine, eventually managing a couple of thrusts to gain some footing. You ran your hands over his and begged, “Aegon you got it, y’feel so good.”

He thrusted into your warm cunt in a eager manner, pale hair falling in his face. You spread your legs wider for him, earning palms on the bared flesh to keep you opened up. Aegon picked up the pace into rough slaps that stung perfectly. He moaned, “Gods baby, just like that, so tight!” You nodded along, canting your hips up onto his cock.

He leaned forward to take your lips, whimpering helplessly. Instinctively your arms wrapped around his neck, licking into his eager mouth. Aegon panted into the kiss and trembled through his movements. He shakily cried, “Need you to cum around me s’bad please please!”

Tears sprang into his violet eyes, giving you that extra boost. Nothing was more hot than Aegon with teary eyes and bite-swollen lips. You drifted a hand down to your swollen clit and ran frantic fingers over the bud. You whispered, “Yeah sweetheart- gonna cum around your cock- my perfect prince.” You licked at the shell of his ear, feeling that familiar heat sweep over your body.

You came again, tightening around Aegon impossibly. The poor thing sobbed and shuddered, chanting your name in broken gasps. You felt his hot seed fill your pussy while moaning softly. You kissed him again, nipping at his trembling bottom lip. Aegon was flush to you now, dropping like a dead weight after cumming.

“AH BOYS TURN AROUND NO NOPE THE EGG IS THAT WAY! LOOK!,” Jacaerys’ surprised scream came from the entrance. The pair of you stared at the retreating figure. Laughter bubbled from your chest, turning your gaze back on Aegon. He grinned and boasted, “Dear neph was overdue for a lesson on fucking anyways.”

When you both decided to return it had been a couple of hours, exploring caves after catching your breath. Aemond had won the egg, smugly championing it around while Luke glared. Rhaenyra and Daemon gave you a knowing look, smirks upon their lips. Jace stuttered and avoided eye contact when Aegon elbowed him and whispered, “Like the show nephew?”

You blushed too, hoping you didn’t look too debauched in front of everyone at lunch. Tension swirled in the air, mainly from Luke and Aemond. You nervously kept catching Alicent’s eye, who was intensely gazing between your hand intertwined with Aegon’s and his hair— which was really fucked up. Of course she’d know you two were intimate, but not during a family tradition.

Viserys’ interrupted your running mind, clanging a fork against his glass. He rasped, “Good job to my son, and a valiant effort from Luke.” Aemond’s eyes rolling could probably be heard from Essos at that. The king continued, “I am so happy we could all join together for another year. The doctor says the cancer has not let up, so I want to cherish every moment. Could everyone make a sick man happy and share something positive?”

Alicent’s eyes slightly widened, the same expression befalling Rhaenyra’s face. Daemon laughed and spoke, “I’ll start. I am grateful for my dear brother hanging onto life like a leech.” Silence enveloped the room, everyone unsure of how to respond. Until Viserys guffawed and slapped the table, thanking Daemon heartily. A collective sigh of relief came from the Queen, Otto, and Rhaenyra.

The younger boys shared something about having eachother, Viserys the younger babbled about ‘mama’. Rhaena and Baela kept it classy along with Daeron— who was in full ‘dutiful son’ form. Helaena made a sweeping dreamy statement followed by some ominous words.

The last few who haven’t spoke were you, Aegon, the feuding Aemond and Luke. Nervously you raised your glass and announced, “I am very grateful for you all for extending hospitality. Especially Aegon.” Daeron pretended to gag, Aegon elbowing the teen roughly. Viserys seemed happy though.

Aegon surmised, “Well I’d assume that means I’m next. My lady is very supportive, kind, and caring. I’m glad she’s in my life,” he grinned, “Also she’s quite hot, sexy accent and all.” The queen chided, “Aegon please!” You hid laughter behind a sip of wine, kneeing him under the table. His hand rested on your knee, giving a playful squeeze.

Luke piped up, “I am grateful for my brothers, they aren’t power hungry nor conniving.” He pointedly stared down Aemond, who simply laughed. The other second son replied, “I’m grateful for mine as well— true as they are.”

Another fist fight erupted at that. You stood to the side to watch the madness, shaking your head next to a worried Helaena.

The rest of the day was spent babying a pouty Aegon, whining about his family. You asked him why he joined in the fight. Aegon blinked at you owlishly and stated, “Because he’s my brother, of course.” You thought about giving the blonde another bloody nose. Instead you laid in bed and watched movies with the Targaryen.

In the evening you had to detach the clingy dragon from your side and get ready to sup with the crown princess. Aegon smoked a cigarette while you put on makeup, already asking when you’d get back. Putting on mascara you replied, “Why don’t you go bond with Daeron or something? You’ll be fine.”

Aegon seemed to consider it, pulling out his phone to text something.

You slipped on your heels and asked, “Do I look regal enough?”

“You could wear a trash bag and I’d think you’re hot.”

You huffed, “Thanks babe- no- be fucking honest!”

“Yes you look fine, damn,” he muttered in that kicked puppy voice.

You kissed Aegon’s cheek and met Criston Cole outside in the hall. He had your number now for escorting purposes. Since you were pretty sure this castle changed shape at night just to confuse Dornish. In your mind Criston managed to have a secret map so he could navigate the place.

The guard laughed when you explained your conspiracy theory. Criston joked, “I sold my soul to the Targaryens so I could walk around Dragonstone, actually.” He spoke again later across the castle, “Don’t take her shit. Be very genuine and direct with the princess.” You were confused at the malice in Cole’s voice but thanked him regardless.

He stopped in front of the arch to the Sea Dragon tower, gesturing for you to go ahead. The guard called after you, “Just text me when you’re done up there.” Nervously you made your way up the winding stairs. You knocked on the door, Daemon opening it up after a beat. He hummed, “Ah- there’s our little spitfire. Nyra’s waiting on the balcony.”

Thanking the rogue prince you stepped through the suite. Viserys and Aegon the younger were passed out on the giant bed. Your mind immediately questioned why there was two Aegons but shook the thought away. Underneath a stone arch was the princess on a small outcrop. You gave a small bow and sat down.

Rhaenyra commented, “Looked like you and my brother enjoyed the hunt.”

You nervously giggled replying, “He showed me a neat cave.” The princess laughed and pushed over one of the bottles of wine. She tucked her legs up to the side, an abnormally casual look for the stone-faced royal. You poured the bottle into a glass, observing the scene.

You spoke, “Aegon is an idiot but for some reason I’m attracted to him.”

Rhaenyra shrugged, “You seem to be good for him. You’ve known him for two years now?”

You blanked. How did she know that? The princess answered with a smile, “Everyone knows something in King’s Landing. Also he got drunk at the Maiden’s Day feast and talked about ‘his sexy dornish girl’.”

You rolled your eyes and said, “Aegon is horrid at keeping anything in when he drinks. But yes I met him as a freshman. Then made him cry.”

“Good woman.”

Rhaenyra sipped her wine and deadpanned, “Let’s talk about Dorne now. I know your father campaigns defunding the royal family. What’s your take?”

You nodded and mulled over a response, taking a gulp of courage. You replied, “The Targaryen family is funded by the entire realm’s taxes, yes? You are sitting on a mountain of wealth for figurehead parades and world tours. The Martell’s have been on their own now for decades and stay afloat,” you paused for effect, “For the most part Westeros adores your family, save the North and South, but you don’t need that much support.”

Rhaenyra’s mouth slightly pinched. She shot back, “Fair point. Although the symbol of our family represents much to the identity of Westeros. I’d say my family does more ambassador work with Essosi countries than our own government,” she leveled you with a sharp look, “The upkeep of the castle is not cheap either whether we are in there or not.”

Oh. She was sharp. But you had a couple tricks up your sleeve. The night went on with banter, not necessarily mean spirited. At the end of the day, Dorne was always going to be the willful daughter of the former Seven Kingdoms.

You had gotten drunker than you expected, stumbling a bit when you got up to use the bathroom. Rhaenyra laughed, “Don’t have the fortitude of Aegon, huh?” You huffed, “Nothing phases him. Unless it’s Summer Isles rum.”

In the bathroom you finally checked your phone. A couple of texts from Aliandra, your cousin Taron, and a bombardment of calls, snaps, and texts from Aegon. He had to be drunk. The prince usually gets very needy when he’s shitfaced. Another call lit up your phone, a dreadful photo of Aegon popping up on your phone.

You slid your thumb across the screen and held the device up to your ear. And then holding the phone away from your ear because drunken shouting. Aegon slurred, “Babyyyyyy when d’ya get back? Daeron’s past out and m’bored!” You shook your head in amusement. Daeron yelled in the back, “I am not passed out!”

“I’m heading back in a couple minutes, I’ll let you know when I’m back in the room.”

You could physically hear the pout through the phone. He had not an ounce of patience. Aegon whined, “C’mon and hurry up, pleaseee?” Criston should be on his way soon to guide you back. In this state you’d never be found again in the castle without help. You replied, “Yes, yes, whiny baby I will be there soon.”

“Good. I looooove youuu.”

“Love you too idiot.”

[nijigasakilove]

Time for a new OP and Ed.. I think they’ll grow on me. The OP visuals at least are awesome, just think the song is very slice of lifey which probably isn’t what people want rn.

I’m telling the anime onlies rn who come here every week to complain about worldbuilding, yall might as well take a month off of the show because for the next 4-5 episodes it’s gonna be worldbuilding. So if you don’t like it and want the action, come back around the end of July.

As for the episode itself, I thought this was one of the best and most fun set up eps they’ve done yet. It wasn’t just sitting at tables or boring headshots, nice use of motion and Rimuru and Mjollmile’s conversation in general was just better than the previous ones. Nice fun tone and introducing things like fast food, training venues, the martial arts tournament etc are all just great ways to generate revenue and good will for tempest.

It’s a real life policy too that a lot of cities implement when having events in order to entice people to come back and spend money on future visits. Mjollmile with his expertise would be a great chief financial officer for Tempest.

“Yuuki was worried about you” aye of course he was, the fucking rat 😂

Had fun with this one and can’t wait to see how preparations for the festival go next week. Announcing Rimuru to the world as a demon lord, AND showing he and tempest just want peace is a great idea.