#v: dragon born's companion

[girlwiththoughts13]

The Blackest Green

Aemond Targaryen x F!reader/ Daemon Targaryen x F!reader

Warnings: Incest/ P in V /infidelity/ Age-gap/Minor breeding kink/

Word count: 4k

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Aemond Targaryen was an intellectual. The cost of being the object of his elder brother and young nephews jests, was that there was no place he could turn to. With no dragon, no companions, no love, his studies of the histories, his mother tongue and his extensive training with the sword, soothed the ache of his inadequacy.

As well as the shameful lusting of his half-sister Rhaenrya's child. He couldn't recall when he developed these feelings for the girl but he knew he resented himself for it. She was the only one of Rhaenrya's children that inherited valyrian features. Sliver hair that you always wore in a simple braid in order to allow the rest of your locks to flow long down your back, striking violet eyes that looked straight through anyone who gazed into them. You were a mystery to him. He couldn't tell whether you were a bastard or the true born daughter of Laenor, as it seemed Rhaenyra had made you all on her own. However, your beauty went beyond your mother's, it was fact in his mind that no one would ever be able to compare. When you smiled or your eyes met his, his chest burned, his heart attempting to free itself from the confines of his chest and jump into your hands. Regardless, you were the enemy to Aemond and he would not allow himself to fully indulge in these sinful thoughts, your brothers were menaces and although you never participated in his humiliation he had no doubt you were just as savage as the rest of them.

After his eye was taken his hatred grew for Rhaenrya and her bastard children, but as much as he tried, this hatred did not extend to you. To compensate for the immeasurable loss and to eliminate any strife between the families a marriage pact between Aemond and Rhaenrya's daughter was made. Although deep down they all knew that this would not uphold the weight of the growing divide.

You were allowed to journey back to Dragonstone with the rest of your family, only being 10 summers old, it was agreed that you would not wed until you flowered.

That day came at the age of 5 and 10. On the dock leading to your ship, Your mother, the crowned heir stood tall in front of you, looking to you as the great leader you knew she'd be. But you could tell by her misty eyes and the slight tremble in her movements, sending you away to the greens was breaking her heart as it was yours. It was not your desire to leave and be thrown to the wolves who would surely tear you apart for the blood that ran through your veins.

"You must be strong, my girl, you are my heir, the future queen of the seven kingdoms, don't forget that and don't let them forget it either" You nodded hastily as she brought you into a tight embrace. Over her shoulder you locked eyes with your step-father Daemon who had fought very hard to break this betrothal but to no avail. His hand rested on the pommel of Dark sister knuckles white with tension. Daemon had spent these many years on Dragonstone teaching you.. about everything. He said it was to prepare you for the land you would one day rule. He gave you a curt nod which you knew was his way of saying goodbye without all the sentiments. Rhaenrya slowly detached herself from you in a way that let you know she didn't want to. She brought her hand to your check and softly stroked the skin there, staring deeply into your eyes to commit you to memory. There was a very real possibility she would not be seeing you for years to come.

"We won't be there for the ceremony but I'll be in here every step of the way, I promise" She rested her free hand on your heart as a tear slid down your face.

"Goodbye mother"

Being married to the one-eyed prince was not at all the death sentence your brothers had made you to believe it was. It was simply fine. Your arrival to kingslanding was well received and your wedding celebrations were beautiful. No expense was spared for the favorite child of Queen Alicent, no matter how insignificant his station was as a second son. Somewhere along the lines you and Aemond found a way to coexist in peace..in a semblance of care. You would break your fast together, watch him train, ride your dragons and perform your martial duties. Marriage had at last allowed Aemond's heart to open the door to the room that was always meant for you. He knew that you cared for him but it was your love he was after and he had no doubt he'd successfully receive it one day. In the one year you were married your womb did not bare the evidence of his seed, however, he had much fun with the process of conceiving a babe, therefore there were no complaints from him. He instead took this time without children to learn about you as you were. Your favorite color, flower, time of day. You would humor him only when you felt like It; you were greedy with your time and attention, mainly spending that with your grandsire. When he died it broke your heart you had much love for the man and would visit him regularly. But there was an eagerness to ride and alert your mother yourself of her new title of Queen.

One tug at the locked doors of your chamber and you knew what you tried so hard to ignore. Mere hours later Aemond entered your chambers, you wasted no time rushing over to him before he even fully closed the door, grabbing his lapels and pulling him close.

"Tell me what has happened and don't lie to me" Tears were already pressing against the back of your eyes.

"Viserys is dead" Aemond turned into the fearsome man that everyone knew him as, cold and unyielding. "Aegon will be his successor" The moment the words left his lips you released your hold and let out a sharp gasp as if someone had knocked the air from your lungs. "He will be crowned before the masses as his family stands behind him-loyally" You look up at his insinuation that you'd ever support that drunken fool. A scoff escapes you.

"Do you think I will stand behind a usurper? My mother is the rightful Queen and I her heir" Your voice gaining more volume as you spew the proclamations.

He hand reaches out for your arm, pulling you harshly to him "You're my wife, you will stand beside me, without argument" Though you give no further fight, you rip your arm away and turn toward the bed. Aemond lets you go, granting you some reprieve.

Unlike Princess Rhaenys you were not able to escape. Aemond was highly paranoid and had kept you with him at all times. Going as far as moving you into his chambers; Although he was gone for most of the day with you locked within the room with nothing but the walls and your own thoughts as company. Alicent visited you once, attempting to coax you to see things from her point of view. You told her that her and her false king could go fuck themselves.. she never returned.

Night fell and with it came harsh winds that rattled your windows. You regularly added more wood to the hearth to keep yourself warm. It was there you found yourself when Aemond entered the chamber. His steps were erratic and his breaths uneven. "Has anyone been in here?!" Gone was his usually calm and quiet voice replaced with a manic tone. "The door only opens by your hand husband" you answered sarcastically. Your humor vanished at once when he hasty made his way to Maegors tunnels ensuring they were still sealed. You stared into his back remaining seated. "Has something happened?" It was as if he forgot you were there with the way he jumped to you.

He walked quickly and kneeled before you. Hands resting on your hips. "You must know it was not my intention... Vhagar she just.. she wouldn't listen to me anymore..you see" He whispered his eye trained on your stomach. You placed one hand on top of his. "Okay, okay, I hear you, tell me" you were gentle with your voice and touch, understanding this was what he needed from you. Aemond inhaled deeply and finally looked up.

"I killed Lucerys"

The world turned early quiet which then gave way to a ringing so loud it drowned out whatever he was saying. You saw his lips moving fast before your eyes began to blur. His hands beneath yours suddenly burned, so you pulled away from him all together, standing. Your weight was too much for your shaking legs, you made it all of two steps before collapsing, forehead pressed into the ground, mouth beginning to let out pained wails. Your little brother, too kind, too gentle, dead and in such a violent way. Aemond crouched beside you and put his hand on your back wanting nothing more than to comfort his wife. You crawled away from him, screaming all the while. "Get away from me!!"

You made it to your vanity using it as a crutch to lift yourself from the floor. You made quick work of grabbing the small dagger hidden beneath the furniture, the one Daemon had gifted you on your 2 and 10th nameday. You pointed the dagger at him. "I'll kill you". Lunging for Aemond with the intent to kill but no real power behind it. He grabbed your arms and held them high above both of you. "I'm so sorry, my love, stop" Retraining you was no real struggle for him. The dagger dropped to the floor as the fight continued. When he released your hands your palms opened flat against his chest as you pushed him, then again, then a slap across his cheek "Kinslayer" push, slap, "Fight back!" you yelled straining your voice. Wrestling a bit to lower your arms he crushed you into an embrace holding you there as you cried and squirmed. His head rested on the top of your own, whispering apologies.

Since then you scarcely saw Aemond. He avoided you like the plague not wishing to see the anger and hatred in your eyes. You were at abed when your doors were thrown open. You sat up immediately knowing Ameond would never enter your rooms in such a way. The stench of wine and debauchery that was Aegon's signature scent invaded your nostrils. He stumbled his way over to you, calling your name, laughing all the while.

Aegon took a seat at the end of your bed and extended his upper body to you. "Sweet sister, are you not so lonely without your dear husband?"

"What is it that you want Aegon?" In no mood to entertain his idiotic tendencies.

Ever the jester on a mission to embarrass his little brother at every turn, Aegon retold the accounts of his late night adventure in the city. How he went into a brothel and found Aemond curled up in the arms of the madame of the establishment like a new born-babe. It was nice he said how Aemond still found himself with his first woman. It was at times difficult to understand with the crude words and his growing laughter. By the time he was done he had gotten drowsy enough to lay his head down. The soft snores that emitted from his mouth let you know he was down for the night. Aemond the kinslayer, Aemond the unfaithful husband. How much could you take of the shame he forced upon you. With a new determination you knew the fool had left the door unlocked and as Aemond assured the kingsguard there was no way for you to exit, it was unguarded.

Cannibal wouldn't have been tamed into the dragonpit. There was no point attempting to find him there. He wouldn't be to far either, not without his rider. In the long hallways, you pulled your common looking cloak around your self tighter, paying special care to hide your sliver locks. Sending a quick prayer to your gods you pushed open the chamber and it gave way without fuss. Entering you made swift strides to the tunnels in Daemon's old chambers. Once again opening with just a shove.

Somehow you made it to water, a little off from the docks to avoid being seen. When you bring your pointer and middle fingers into your mouth you ready yourself to make it worth it, you let out a loud whistle. There won't be a second chance until people come looking for the source. A beat of silence passes than another. Suddenly you hear the distinct flapping of wings and the wind blowing harsher in your face. Thank the gods cannibal does not let out a roar, as if he's aware of the delicacy of the situation. When he lands at your feet, lightly as he can, you break for his back to climb atop him. Once properly situated he flys high above in the sky, no commands leave your lips but you know where he's taking you, home.

Rhaenrya was restless. The loss of her son and the enslavement of her only daughter. The taking of her throne, her inheritance. The greens had taken so much from her. And yet she still hoped foolishly to avoid war. It was a tiring thing keeping Daemon at bay. He smelled blood. As if he didn't already want Aemond Targaryen's head on a stick for taking you from him, now he has murdered Luke and Rhaenrya was doing nothing about it. He was fully prepared to fly to the red keep and bring you home. It's this same argument he brings to the war room, hovering over the painted table.

"I can go personally. No one will expect my arrival" Daemon is determined facing his new Queen. Jace stands between Baela and Rhaena believing no one to be as affected by your absence than his step-father. "Yes because no one would do something this rash Daemon" Rhaenrya counters. "If we send anyone at all it should not be someone of your high station Prince Daemon" Rhaenys wisely counseled. This meeting was one for those who shared blood, no other lord was present in the room which Rhaenrya was glad of.

"She's the heir to iron throne the longer we wait the faster they''ll kill her" His words were rough to convey the urgency. "Alicent will not kill my daughter" There was still faith in her heart that their friendship during youth held importance to Alicent. "Oh just like she wouldn't take your birthright Rhaenrya? Or kill your son?!" A feign chuckle followed by a huff of bitter words

"Enough! She's my daughter Daemon, Mine and I have decided there's nought to be done for the time being" Rhaenrya commanded the room as now was her right, Rhaenys let the corner of her lip curl forward at the prince's reprimanding. Daemon gives the Queen a cold stare before stomping out of the room.

Rhaenrya sighs while turning to her son walking toward him. "I will bring your sister home, I have not abandoned her, but there are right and wrong paths to go about it and Daemon's way is the wrong one" Jace always thought that all of Daemons 'ways' were the wrong way, he gave a nod to his mother "I know mother, I know"

"DRAGON!!" Knights scurried around the fortress attempting to arrange the scorpion with haste. "Alert the Queen now!"

Grateful that she had not gone to bed after her spat with Daemon, The Queen made her way to the top of the watch towers to oversee the scorpions. They were in position and awaiting her command. Her violet eyes scanned the skies when she spotted the dragon and their rider. A strangled cry escaped her "Stop! It's my daughter!", The knights made quick work to dismantle the weapon "Stand down it's the princess"

Rhaenrya practically ran down the steps. She felt as if her eyes were deceiving her and you'd vanish once again. She stopped a foot away from you as you climbed down your dragon. There was a pause when you hit the sand, taking each other in before you both ran into each others arm. She pressed your head into the top of her breast holding you there, rocking you gently back and forth. "Oh my girl, my sweet girl" She grabbed the sides of your face with both hands looking you all over "Are you hurt?"

"No mother, I'm okay, I'm home" You cried, tears falling.

Rhaenrya and her daughter made their way back into the castle, hand in hand. The queen leading them back to the war room, where she instructed a guard to alert her family to gather. The weight in your chest disappeared when the door gave way and you knew you were in the presence of your true family. Jace spotted you first and stepped forward to wrap you in his arms. He stepped aside to allow your cousins Baela and Rhaena to give you quick embraces followed by "I'm glad you're safe cousin".

Your mother tugged you to her side once again to assure herself you were safe.

A moment passes, all cries and laughs, when the door crashes open. Daemon wordlessly moves forward into the room making a beeline for you. He brings his arms around you when your within reach and stares into the eyes of Rhaenrya over you shoulder while having you in his hold, still upset you had to make your escape all on your own which could have resulted in your death. He turned his head so that his words would only reach your ears.

"Gōntan pōnta renigon ao" Did they touch you? Daemon does not know what he would do if he hears of any wrongdoings brought upon you, his sweet dragon, his purest little girl. "Daor kepus" No uncle.

He steps back and allows you to be swept back into Rhaenryas arms.

It had taken a while to convince your mother that you would be okay in your chambers alone. There was no greater desire than to sleep in the safety of your acestral home and forget the war to come. You sat at your vanity in nothing but your shift combing your hair after a much needed bath. The warmth and weight of a palm fell on your shoulder, you shuddered.

"Kepus" you turned head and he moved his hand to catch your chin and tilt it up. Daemon had never seen such a beautiful sight. A siren if he ever knew one. He was convinced that you had bewitched him. His gentle niece, so eager to learn from her uncle.

"Skorkydoso gōntan ao jiōragon hen, gōntan aōha valzȳrys jikagon ao kesīr?" how did you get out, did your husband send you here? As much as he believed in your strength, he was surprised to see you escape on your own unscathed too. "Daorys iksin jurnegēre, nyke geptot" No one was looking, I left, you shrugged, there really was nothing more to it and It didn't matter now.

You stood to your full height but your uncle towered over you nonetheless. Daemon stared down at you with the same lust he did those few years ago. His hand came up to your shoulder once more this time dragging your sleeve down, freeing one of your breast. he repeated this action to the other, never breaking eye contact as your shift pooled around your feet. His big hand came around your jaw and his thumb stroked your lips softly, barely there. Hand falling down to your neck which he grasped tightly, jealously had a hold on him at the thought of the one-eyed bastard laying his filthy hands on your soft skin. Skin that belonged to him, that was made by him.

You came up on your tip toes in attempt to catch his mouth with yours but he pulled back slightly, a smirk gracing his face. He leans down and you turn your face so his lips meet your cheek which he delivers gentle kisses onto. When you face each other your noses brush together, not being to wait any longer you both press your lips together. His tongue invades your mouth reacquainting himself with your taste. His fingers lace into your moonlight hair, puling you more deeply into him, his other hand falls to your lower back, he lifts you and walks toward your bed where he drops you at the edge of it. You fall back on your elbows and watch as he kneels and brings his hands to the back of your thighs spreading your legs wide for him. He pounces at your center, like a man starved, eyes closing at your sweet essence swirling on his tongue. You throw your head back and let out a quiet moan. Daemon slowly brings one finger to your entrance teasing you before it slips in easily from your wetness and his salvia. He adds another as he sucks at your clit. A shriek rushes out with your building release. Just as you're about to jump off the edge he pulls aways and presses kisses to your skin as he works his way up. From the top of your mound, to your belly, collarbone, neck, jaw, cheek, and when his bulky body that covers yours entirely rests between your legs he smashing his lips on yours once more.

Your fingers rush out to undo his laces of his breeches and the ties on his loose shirt which he shrugs off promptly. Daemon lays atop you bare, his length gliding across your glistening cunt. "Aōha valzȳrys gaomas daor qogralbar ao sȳrī gaomas ziry?" Your husband does not fuck you well does he?

Thoughts of the whore he is coddled by invades your mind. Ever since you were girl you craved a man. You would not find Daemon in the arms of anyone much less a whore play-acting as a babe. No this man above you was all fire and blood in its truest form-and nothing made you more wet than the thought. He taps your cheek "Answer me" switching to common tongue.

"No Kepus, when he laid above me, I'd imagine it was you. I'd remember all the times you were inside me, how good it felt" You pant out. Daemon groaned at your words, pushing inside you. On instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting out a sharp gasp. Long has your shame gone of lying with your mother's husband; Especially when he thrusts hard instantly hitting the spot deep inside you that only he has ever reached. Daemon grunts when he removes himself from your warmth bringing his hands to your waist and flipping you around, dragging your hips up and smoothing a hand down your back, he puts his cock back inside you and begins rutting into you like an animal. You push back against him and he brings one hand around you to furiously rub at you clit. "Uh kepus I'm coming" You cry out. The wave of your orgasm is so intense you feel your cunt clench tightly in an attempt to squeeze him out of you. Daemon stuffs himself back in and chases his own release. "Iksan jāre naejot dīnagon ñuha rūs isse ao" I'm going to put my babe in you. "Everyone can see who you spread your legs open for".

"Yes! Kepus please finish inside me, I want your seed" With that and the tightening of your pussy, Daemon releases with a shout, his cock twitching inside you, seed coating your walls. When he pulls free you feel his seed run down your thighs and onto your fresh sheets.

Daemon moves to lay on his back and pulls you to his side so your head rest across his chest. His hand caresses your arm up and down, it's a nice comfortable silence, and in this moment you can both pretend that it is each other you are married too and there's no threat of war.

"Your soon to become a widow" He promises

"Good"

[vigilskeep]

i was discussing some of these a while back with @v-arbellanaris but they’re still on my mind... some ideas for dragon age subclasses...?

mage:

hedge mage - you have spent much of your life on the run from chantry control, and survival has been a better teacher than any dusty book. a “jack of all trades, master of none” ability lets you learn limited spells from other specialisations, and you have access to a stealth skill tree

glyph scribe - you are a learned expert in the arcane, and glyphs are a second language your enemies won’t understand until it’s too late. you have access to a unique skill tree of glyphs that react when your enemies step on them. you may cast one—or more, as you level up—during the pause at the start of combat

primalist - fire was your childhood plaything, the earth is putty in your hands, and lightning always strikes twice if you ask it nicely. you have increasing bonus damage in your element of choice. your elemental AOE attacks have wider range, you may ignore enemy resistances to elemental damage, and your elemental spells cause no friendly fire no matter the difficulty

rogue:

templar hunter - you were once a deadly weapon in the hands of the templar order, bringing back its most feared apostates dead or alive. whether or not you regret the past, you cannot leave it behind. you have access to a templar skill tree, some of its abilities exclusively possible to use at long range

vampire - you were temporarily possessed by a voracious demon, and it left its mark. it left its hungers. you may drink your enemies’ blood to regain health or fuel demonic abilities

arcane trickster - while blades or bows are still your best allies, the trace of magic in your blood gives you limited access to spellcasting. unable to create anything real enough to touch, you manifest illusions that bemuse your foes. you have access to a unique skill tree of primarily defensive buffs and disorienting spells

warrior:

dog lord - like all great fereldan warriors, you are never better than with your trusty hound at your side. you gain an animal companion, though unlike rangers, you level up your mabari as you progress rather than unlocking different types of animal. you can also equip kaddis warpaint on yourself instead of a helmet, providing further buffs to you and your mabari

enhanced soldier - you were born ordinary, but that doesn’t mean you have to remain so. you supplement your skills with powerful potions brewed by secretive alchemists or your own careful hands. you have access to a unique skill tree, with a variety of potions that temporarily boost your stats and attack speed or allow you unnatural power. to improve them even further, collect special ingredients from areas of the map where the veil is considered thin

half-golem - you are a failed experiment. attempts to recreate the golems of old left you with thick stone skin over parts of your body. you cannot equip armour or weapons. instead, you equip crystals that help you inflict and resist different types of damage, and have access to a unique skill tree that supports your natural armour and powerful unarmed attacks

[yanderestarangel]

Ok MATE SO FORGIVE ME UNHINGEDNESS BUT I HAVE A REQUEST FOR A SMUT WITH KANO AND YES FTM READER

My request is like the reader is Kano's sugar baby and the reader slowly falls in love with him. You can do anything with the kinks i'm just in love with that aussie man, he's so ughhh, like make it rough but the things he says are gentle if you get what i'm saying

"daddy's pretty boy" ⸺ sugar daddy!kano x ftm reader

TW: daddykink, afab anatomy, semi public sex, smut, v!sex, sugar daddy concept, age gap, praise, blowjob, degradation, spanking, kano is extremely vulgar (as he is kanonically)

He gave you everything you asked for or wanted to ask for in the not so distant future, cars, mansions, dresses, heels, suits - everything you could imagine being expensive in a capitalized and consumerist world... He gave it to you.

You met Kano at a difficult stage in your life, he gave you a job as one of his lackeys helping with futile things at 'black dragons', but deep down he knew that you weren't born for this but rather to be pampered and taken care of.

Kano was not a saint, he never was, since he entered a position of power he always liked relationships without commitments, just sex and some kind of company on lonely nights, someone who would listen to his daydreams about music and weapons - even if it was a false interest, earned by dollar bills deposited in a fragile check and with you, in the beginning, it was no different.

He made you a proposal, being his sugar baby, and stopping working hard, was a better proposal than carrying heavy boxes of weapons all day, leading you to quickly accept.

The sex was good, the gifts were good, his company - however contradictory it was - was also good, you fucked at any opportunity, but he also never ran away from just a good platonic conversation, no kisses, no lustful touches, just hours on end of the two of you sitting, with you on his lap looking at the stars.

You promised yourself that you wouldn't fall in love, you wouldn't get attached to him, he was a bad and crazy man, someone you don't have a serious relationship with.

But, the way he made you feel, the warm touches, the warm smiles, the compliments, especially when he spanked your ass and called you "pretty boy" but not just a pretty boy... You were his pretty boy, it was impossible not to get attached to his persona, damn Kano was irresistible in a dangerous and... Delicious way.

It was another normal day, shopping for clothes with Kano looking you up and down, drinking his beer in the private changing room he had reserved just for you that day. You looked at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with the result, while asking for his opinion. Kano put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him, kissing the top of your head.

"-My little pretty boy, you're everything I want in a companion. You make my heart race and my dick hard as fuck just by looking at you." He said, drinking more beer while staring at your reflection. "-You look like a slutty angel." He continued, running his fingers over your chest, making you shiver with excitement "-I bet you'd be an amazing slut if you ever decided to become one." Kano grinned wickedly.

"-Do you want me to show you how good you can be baby boy doll? Do you trust daddy enough to let him teach you all about being a dirty little slut?" He spoke hoarsely, the breath of expensive beer and cigars entered your nose, while the ice cream from his bionic heart brushed against your skin.

Kano pressed his huge erection into your body, making you moan and ask if someone would catch you two there, fucking vulgarly. "-Relax boy.... I've got you covered. No one is going to see us here, not with the kind of money I have." He unzipping his pants and letting his hard cock spring out, he pushed you to your knees with a loud thump, as he teasingly rubbed his hot, thick cock across your cheek, soon watching you grab his member hard, as if it were your last fucking meal.

"-You're such a good little slut. Suck daddy's cock for me, make it wet and slippery." He running his fingers through your hair. "-Fuck boy, you really are my pretty boy." As you sucked him off, Kano grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing your tight pussy to the mirror.

"-I can see us in the mirror, you're such a pretty boy, taking my huge cock deep into your throat." He spanking your ass as he fucked your mouth, without giving you time to react, just moaning against his hard cock. Kano soon pushing two fingers deep into your pussy, making you moan loudly as he fucked you with his fingers "-You'd be an amazing cock sucker. You have no idea how much I enjoy watching you worship my dick like this."

"-Oh shit, I knew you were good, but damn boy, you're amazing." Kano grinned wickedly, pulling his fingers out of your cunt - He turned you around so you were looking at his face, staring at the redness of the bionic eye he had. Without warning, Kano pushed his dick into your wet pussy, making you cry out in pleasure and pain. "-Good boy, daddy likes that..."

His hips met yours in sounds of flesh wet with lustful juices, his dick was already completely wet with your saliva and pre-semen, while you stared at his face with pleasure. With each rough but loving rhythm, you noticed that he was becoming softer, deciding to gain courage and talk about your feelings - which went beyond sex and money, beyond sugar babies and sugar daddy - between moans, you told him everything, closing your eyes. eyes and clinging to Kano's muscles, while he grunted with each thrust.

"-I knew it baby...You're in love with me. And I'm in love with you too, my little pretty boy." He moaned, thrusting his cock deeper into your pussy. "-We make the perfect team, don't we? I want you to know that you'll always have a place with me... Fuuck- You're more than just a pretty boy with a hot body. You're my little companion and I care for you deeply."

The thought of cumming for Kano was too much for you to handle, and you soon orgasmed, screaming loudly as waves of pleasure washed over you. You milked his cock, as you squirted, he held you easily, as he continued to prolong your pleasure and seek out his peak.

"-No matter what happens, I'll be here for you, my prince."

With those words, Kano came inside of you, filling your pussy with his hot cum. As he pulled out of you, you felt a sense of warmth and love that you had never experienced before. He placed a kiss on your cheek "-You're more beautiful this way, you know? Daddy Kano's pretty boy, forever and ever."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[kckt88]

The Hand, The King & The Dragon.

Summary:

Vaera's loyalty is called into question and a King is crowned.

Warning(s): Attempt at Intimidation, Death, Suggestive Language Usurping the Throne, Dragon attack.

Word Count: 2415

Author Note: A companion piece to Wedding & Consummation/Arrival(s)/Dragonstone/A Time for Grief/The Gullet & Harrenhal and the Rivers, but can be read as a one-shot.

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

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Vaera took a deep breath as she stood before the rooms belonging to Otto Hightower. The hand of the King had summoned her at first light, and despite Aemond’s look of confusion, she left him to see to the boys and obediently followed the maid who had been sent for her.

Vaera knocked on the door and waited patiently.

“Come in” said Otto loudly.

Vaera opened the heavy wooden door and watched as Otto beckoned her to come further into the room.

“No doubt you are wondering why I have summoned you here at this hour”.

“Yes, Lord Hand” replied Vaera.

“Seen as though time is of the essence, I’ll get straight to the point. The King is dead”.

“V-Viserys is dead” gasped Vaera.

“He passed sometime in the night. But that is not what I wish to discuss”.

“-Well, I suggest you get straight to the point my Lord” said Vaera.

“Before he passed, Viserys named a new heir”.

“According to who?” asked Vaera.

“Alicent. She claims that Viserys wished for Aegon to rule”.

“You mean to tell me that a man who has steadfastly upheld my mother’s status as heir to the Iron Throne for the last twenty years suddenly had a change of heart? The same man who also dragged himself out of his sick bed to defend the honour of his favourite child. In front of multiple witnesses” said Vaera firmly folding her arms across her chest.

“Viserys was entitled to change his mind” replied Otto.

“All very convenient is it not? That he just happens to change his mind and only Alicent was there to hear him. Do me a favour” said Vaera rolling her eyes.

“Are you saying that my daughter is a liar?” asked Otto, his eyes narrowing.

“I didn’t exactly use those words. But if the shoe fits” shrugged Vaera.

“You weren’t brought here to challenge the validity of Viserys last wishes”.

“No, I was brought here to see where my loyalties lie. You obviously have every intention of usurping the throne and crowning Aegon as King” replied Vaera.

“Very clever” muttered Otto.

“It’s just so obvious, that even a blind man could see it” snarked Vaera.

“Do you not wish for your mother to be Queen?” asked Otto seemingly oblivious to Vaera’s sarcasm.

“My mother was named heir to the Iron Throne. But the line of succession changed the day Aegon was born” said Vaera.

“What if your mother was to fight for her claim over Aegon’s?” asked Otto curiously.

“If my mother was to fight for her claim over Aegon on the basis that she is the King’s first-born child, then that’s a bit hypocritical” mused Vaera.

“How so Princess?”

“I am her oldest child, yet she named Jacaerys as her heir. I was passed over in favour of my little brother. If that doesn’t make her a hypocrite, then I don’t know what else I can say too you Lord Hand” said Vaera.

“Does your mother not deserve to be Queen?”

“She’s spent far too many years hiding away on Dragonstone when she should have been here in King’s Landing learning how to rule and earning the respect and loyalty of the council and the other Lords of the seven kingdoms. So no, my mother does not deserve to be Queen, but Aegon doesn’t deserve to be King either” stated Vaera.

“Why do you think that?”

“Oh please, Aegon doesn’t give two shits about the throne. He has no desire for duty. All he cares about is whores and wine” said Vaera.

“So, if it’s not Aegon or your mother that deserves the throne, then who does?”

“Aemond. He studies, trains with the sword and rides one of the largest dragons in the world. He knows duty and would wear the crown as intended” said Vaera firmly.

“As I said The King wished for Aegon to rule. He spoke the words to the Queen”.

“You and I both know that’s not true. But it doesn’t matter. Aegon is the King’s first-born son, the crown falls to him” quipped Vaera.

“I must say I was wrong about you” mused Otto.

“I know where my loyalties lie Lord Hand” replied Vaera.

“And where is that?”

“With Aemond and our sons” said Vaera.

After ensuring Vaera’s loyalty, Otto’s next move was to summon a small council meeting.

He’d spent years secretly planning for Aegon’s ascension to the Iron Throne and he would not concede now.

“What is it that could not wait another hour?” said Tyland.

“The King is dead. We grieve for Viserys the peaceful, Our sovereign. Our friend”

The council members bowed their heads silently, in a show of respect.

“But he has left us a gift, with his last breath he impressed upon the Queen his final wish: That his son Aegon succeed him as Lord of the Seven Kingdoms” said Otto.

“Then we may proceed with the full assurance of his blessing on our long-laid plans”.

“Yes. There is much to be done as we’ve previously discussed. Now there are two among the captains of the city watch who remain loyal to Daemon, let us replace them. Lord Lannister” replied Otto sternly.

“The treasury is well in hand; the gold will be divided for safe keeping,” said Tyland.

“Let ravens be sent to our allies, Riverrun and Highgarden” ordered Otto.

“Am I to understand that members of the small council have been planning to secretly install my son without me?” asked Alicent.

“My Queen, there was no need to sully you with darkling schemes,” said Jasper.

“I will not have this. To hear that you are plotting to replace the King’s chosen heir with an imposter” snapped Beesbury.

“His first-born son is hardly an imposter” argued Tyland.

“Hundreds of Lords and landed knights swore fealty to the Princess” gasped Beesbury.

“That was some twenty years ago. Most of them now dead” stated Tyland.

“You heard the Lord Hand. Plot or no, the King changed his mind” Jasper.

“I am six and seventy years old. I have known Viserys longer than any who sit this table and I will not believe that he said this on his death bed alone, with only the boys mother as a witness. This is seizure. It is theft. It is treason. At the least it is-“ shouted Beesbury.

“-Mind your tongue, Lyman” retorted Orwyle.

“The King was well last night by all accounts. Which of you here can swear that he died of his own accord?” said Beesbury raising from his seat.

“Which of us are you accusing of regicide Lord Beesbury?” asked Jasper.

“Whether it was one of you or all of you, I care not. I will have no part-“ snarled Beesbury

“SIT DOWN,” shouted Criston. As he placed his hands on Lord Beesbury’s shoulders and shoved him back down to the council table, impaling his head on the decorative sigil stone.

“Ser Criston” gasped Alicent horrified.

Lord Commander Westerling quickly withdrew his sword.

“Throw down your sword and remove your cloak Ser Criston”.

Criston hesitated before he quickly withdrew his sword.

“I am your Lord Commander Ser Criston. Cast down your sword” ordered Westerling.

“I will not suffer insults to her grace the Queen” retorted Criston.

“There was no insult to me Ser Criston, Put aside your blade” exclaimed Alicent as Criston withdrew.

“Has it come to this?”

“Lord Commander. Enough” ordered Otto.

Lord Commander Westerling hesitates for a moment before sheathing his sword.

“Let us have Lord Beesbury removed” suggested Orwyle.

“No. The door will remain shut until we have finished our business” stated Otto.

“Storms End is of concern. We may not assume the loyalty of Lord Borros. But he has four daughters all of them are unmarried. The right proposal could-” said Tyland.

“-Surely your not suggesting Aemond? He’s already married” said Alicent aghast.

“Yes. To the daughter of Rhaenyra. How can we be sure that the girl will not advocate for her mother to be crowned” replied Tyland.

“I can assure you that Vaera will not be a problem,” said Otto.

“She is a risk. The marriage should be annulled. Prince Aemond’s hand could be offered elsewhere,” said Jasper.

“On what grounds could the marriage be annulled Lord Wylde. Vaera has remained faithful to my son and provided him with two male heirs. I will not have you spreading lies and discord against my good daughter “ snarled Alicent.

“I spoke to Vaera this morning and I can assure you that the girl is not a risk. She will not turn against her husband or her sons, of that I am sure,” said Otto.

“Speaking of Rhaenyra. What is to be done with her?” asked Alicent.

“The former heir cannot of course be allowed to remain free and draw support to her claim”.

“You mean to imprison her?” said Alicent, wringing her hands nervously.

“She and her family will be given the opportunity to publicly swear obeisance to the new King” said Otto.

“Rhaenyra will never bend the knee, and neither will Daemon. Which you know”.

Otto hummed and nodded his head slightly.

“Y-You plan to kill them, and all here accede to this?” asked Alicent.

“Your father is correct your grace. A living challenger invites battle and bloodshed”.

“It is unsavoury yes, but a sacrifice we must make in order to secure Aegon’s succession. Then there is Daemon to consider. The King wouldn’t wish for an unsavoury-” said Otto.

“But the King did not wish for the murder of his daughter. He loved her I will not have you deny this” snapped Alicent.

“-And yet” muttered Jasper.

“-One more word out of you and I will have you removed from this chamber and sent to the Wall” shouted Alicent raising from her seat and slamming her hands on the table.

“What do you suggest your grace?” asked Tyland.

“Time is of the essence” urged Otto.

“I agree. We must act now,” said Tyland.

“Lord Commander Westerling. Take your Knights to Dragonstone, be quick and be clean”.

Lord Commander Westerling removes his white cloak and places it on the council table.

“I am Lord Commander of the Kings guard. I recognize no authority but the King’s and until there is one. I have no place here” muttered Westerling as he left the council chambers.

The Red Keep was on lockdown. Aemond and Ser Criston had been dispatched by Alicent to search the streets of silk and bring Aegon back to her chambers. Ser Erryk and his twin brother Ser Arryk had already been sent to the street of Kings Landing by Otto, but it was imperative that Aemond and Criston find Aegon first.

Which they did and after a brief scuffle, Aegon was dragged back to the Red Keep and forced to remain under the watchful eye of his mother and Aemond.

Aemon and Rhaegar were kept in the nursery under the watchful gaze of the King’s guard, along with Jaehaerys, Jaehaera and Maelor.

There was a coronation to attend.

Otto had asked Aemond to escort Aegon to the Dragon Pit, but he refused. Not wanting to leave Vaera’s side.

Aemond was still livid, that his grandsire had dared to question Vaera’s loyalty, despite her assurances that it was necessary, given Otto’s plans to crown Aegon as King.

Aemond didn’t give two shits about his grandsire, but he would not have his wife hauled from their chambers and questioned like some common criminal again.

“You seem tense my love” muttered Vaera as she approached Aemond and embraced him from behind.

“Can you imagine Aegon as King?”

“Not really, I did actually suggest to your grandsire that you should be King” replied Vaera.

“You did what?” exclaimed Aemond as he turned to face his wife.

“I said you deserved it more than Aegon. You ride one of the largest dragons in the world, you study history, philosophy and you train with the sword. You would wear the crown as intended” whispered Vaera.

“Hm”

“No matter what. You will always be my dārys” said Vaera (King).

“Say it again” ordered Aemond as he lowered his lips to hers.

“Issa dārys” whispered Vaera, her lips grazing against Aemond’s as she spoke (My King).

“My wife. My love” muttered Aemond.

“I wish that I could take you to bed and worship you as the King you are” mumbled Vaera.

“Mayhaps you can show me your devotion tonight” suggested Aemond smirking.

“As you wish Your Grace” replied Vaera delighting in the way Aemond’s pupil dilated.

“It’s time” said Alicent firmly.

“All hail his grace, Aegon of House Targaryen second of his name. King of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men. Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm”

The people of Kings Landing cheered for their new King.

Aegon unsheathed Blackfyre and triumphantly thrust the sword in the air, the cheers of the people making the new King feel valued and elevated.

Then the cheers turned into screams as the floor exploded and the Red Queen emerged.

As the huge dragon lumbered forward, Aemond seized Vaera and moved her behind him, bracing himself in front of her protectively.

“Get Helaena” shouted Alicent as she moved in front of Aegon.

“G-Grandmother” said Vaera as she stared at Rhaenys who seemed poised and ready to launch an attack.

Time seemed to slow down as Meleys reared back, opened her jaws.

Vaera encircled her arms around Aemond, pressing her face to his back only for him to spin around and envelop his arms around her. 

“I love you” whispered Vaera.

“-And I love you” replied Aemond.

Vaera closed her eyes, waiting for the blast of hot flames to consume her and Aemond.

But it never came.

Instead Meleys ferocious booming roar echoed around the Dragon Pit.

The Queen who never was, staring down at them, her face etched with an indecipherable expression.

Suddenly another gargantuan roar filled the air and Rhaenys looked up in panic.

Vaera’s eyes snapped open at the recognition of that roar. Her Cannibal was on approach, no doubt responding to his riders fear and panic.

Knowing the ferocity of Cannibals protective nature over his rider, Rhaenys had but seconds to direct Meleys away from the Greens and escape the ruins of the Dragon Pit.

The common folk of Kings Landing darted out of the way in panic as Meleys lumbered through the doors of the Dragon Pit and launched into the sky, before the Cannibal landed with a colossal thud.

Roaring furiously at Meleys as she disappeared into the clouds.

[lenny-zesty]

MURDER HORNETS (MD x WoF AU concept)

woe. dragon-drones be upon ye. i caved into the autism and decided to mix my two hyperfixations together. this is just a vague story concept + some character descriptions. if you wanna do anything with it, go right ahead!! i probably won't do much teehee

The lust for power can easily destroy someone. Upon the discovery of another continent, the HiveWing Queen has decided that she wants, no, needs full control over the Distant Kingdoms just as she has control over Pantala. Such a task is easier said than done. The Queen has taken multiple squadrons of the most capable, powerful HiveWings, and under near constant brainwashing via the Breath of Evil, sent them to the Distant Kingdoms in trios. The Queen is not above resorting to genocide to get what she wants.

CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS

Undying (Uzi) Born shortly before the construction of The Barrier, Undying is a NightWing/RainWing hybrid who thinks that everyone who chooses to stay in The Barrier is a coward. She wants to rise up against the ones keeping them in, and she has a plan to do exactly that. She would execute said plan if it wasn't for her father and his precautions.

Kaffir (Khan) A RainWing who likes to take the safest way out. After the death of his wife due to the Murder Hornets, Kaffir became the self-appointed director of The Barrier Project, a safe haven set to keep wandering dragons protected from the wrath of the Murder Hornets. He's not too keen on his daughter's views of rebellion. Nightcrawler (N) Once a servant for a HiveWing royal, Nightcrawler was appointed to the Queen's squadrons upon her learning that he possessed more abilities than the average HiveWing. He was admittedly hesitant to embark, but with pressure from his appointed squadron, he agreed. It's not like he had a say in the matter. Vespa (V) The second member of the Queen's squadron, Vespa was in a similar situation to Nightcrawler. However, instead of being reluctant like him, Vespa fully embraced her role as one who asks no questions and does whatever she's told with due diligence. It appears she's gone a bit mad, but that seems to be a benefit for the Queen's goal. Junix (J) Junix declared herself to be the leader of her squadron upon arriving to the Distant Kingdoms. She has no issues with harming her own teammates if it means she pushes forward with her directive. She will do anything to please the Queen, even if it means paralyzing her "companions" due to them becoming inefficient. Lithic (Lizzy) A pompous SandWing who cares a little too much about social status in The Barrier. She's obsessed with all things shiny or anything that puts her in the spotlight. She's almost never seen without Dawn and looks down on those who she considers "outcasts". Dawn (Doll) An IceWing/SkyWing hybrid with a strong IceWing accent and is almost always seen with an eerily blank expression. She hardly says a thing, yet somehow is considered Lithic's best friend. There's something behind her eyes that feels wrong.

[wistrea]

v. DRAGON AGE [ ORIGIN - VEILGUARD ] * very slight spoilers in the veilguard arc, but only in the very last part of this post. there's a warning for when the veilguard stuff starts, don't worry!

peril in their eyes, the battle has begun. death becomes the ashes of the evils yet to come. [ ... ] inquisitor's delight, a destiny it shines. magister, your ancient hand is broken in the light. — FALL OF THE MAGISTER

name: kira shirogane trevelyan -> house trevelyan is a noble family that acted as the ruling bloodline of the teyrnir of ostwick in the free marches, though a minor house in the standards of most of thedas. it is currently headed by bann and lady trevelyan, and it is noted that most of house trevelyan have close ties to the chantry in ostwick; as was their tradition, most of their kin are trained to go into service to the chantry.

aliases: the chaos witch, the beast of ostwick, archmage of rift magic, the " herald of andraste " title/s: lady trevelyan ( formerly ), the inquisitor, comtesse in kirkwall

species: " human " / half - elf ( mother was an elf, father was a human ) age: 21 ( origin ), 31 - 33 ( inquisition + trespasser ), 43 ( veilguard )

class: mage ( specialization: battle mage, arcane warrior, rift mage, spellblade )

affiliation: the ferelden circle of mages ( formerly ), the traveling party of the hero of ferelden during the fifth blight ( formerly ), the inquisition ( currently )

occupation: mage of the ferelden circle and apprentice to first enchanter irving ( formerly ), apostate mage and mercenary ( origin ), head of the spider lily order, the inquisitor, archmage of rift magic

weapons: yavanalis ( staff, cold ), staff of corruption ( staff, electricity ), the blade of tidarion ( staff, post-inquisition ), a cutpurse slicer dagger that had been a gift from a friend and she keeps with her at all times

current location: skyhold ( where she can often be found whilst the inquisition was still active ). post - trespasser location is currently unknown, but it is said that sending a raven with an intriguing enough letter to anyone bearing the sign of the inquisition may grant you an audience with the inquisitor.

companions: a raven named sanzu, the bog unicorn that serves as her usual mount.

[ FAMILY ]

parents: masako and hanshiro shirogane ( birth parents ), bann and lady trevelyan ( adoptive parents ) siblings: matsuko shirogane ( older brother ), ashitaka shirogane ( older brother ), yuuichiro shirogane ( younger brother ), the children of bann and lady trevelyan ( adoptive older siblings ) other relatives: lord albrecht ( distant relative on the trevelyan side ), lady osher lotharn trevelyan bayart ( cousin )

children: akihiko and ryoko shirogane -> said to have been born some years after the fifth blight, the identity of their father unknown, the shirogane twins were born to who thedas had called the chaos witch. while their identity was kept secret, they were raised by their mother somewhere in the free marches, rumored to be kirkwall.

[ BACKSTORY : PROLOGUE + ORIGIN ]

when their youngest and only daughter was four summers old, hanshiro and masako shirogane were killed by bandits in their rural village, leaving their three children in the woods after their parents told them to run. they were found by templars before the the sun had set, though unbeknownst to them, the child had seen how their commander had killed their mother, an elf, for having been an apostate mage in hiding. the children were brought back to the nearby chantry, where the bann and lady trevelyan had been visiting from the free marchest, and out of the kindness of their hearts ( or perhaps for the sake of their image, as pious followers of the maker's scripture ) had adopted the children and brought them back to ostwick. they were given their family's name and raised as their own.

in ostwick, kira trevelyan was adored by nearly all those who came across the bann's youngest daughter. she could often be found dressed in fabrics of lilacs and holding onto her mother's hand, as the lady brought her often to the chantry in prayer or to hosted galas where she never strayed far from their side. a quiet girl with a kind smile that earned her the favor of many a noble who cooed at her as though she were a bird in a lovely cage. she was taught the scriptures of andraste and how to wield weapons, as was the house's tradition, in hopes that the child will become useful to the chantry, for the trevelyans have always been devout followers of the maker. although kira did not truly hold devotion towards the maker was willing to do everything for the trevelyans, to pay them back for all they had done for her and her brothers, for they were her family. the bann had often reminded her of what they had done for her and her brothers, as though there was a debt to be paid, but not without affection.

at the age of twelve, all would change for the youngest trevelyan when her magic had manifested. standing in a tempest of her own creation when she had accompanied her eldest brother to one of the smaller towns within the free marches, the bandits who had overrun them now trapped in a fury of hail and lightning. the beast of ostwick, they called her. she never forgot the way her father had looked at her whilst she sat in the templars' holding cell, the pleas of his eldest son, or the way her mother never bothered to see her be sent away, as though she was nothing to them the moment she had become a mage. nearly the next morning, she was sent to the ferelden circle, as though there was no place for her in ostwick, not even their circle.

kira was a very talented and powerful mage, but she learned how to keep her skills subtle in order to quiet the rumors amongst the enchanters that they wished to turn her tranquil should she prove too much to handle. at the age of sixteen, she had undergone and passed her harrowing. she eventually becomes the apprentice of first enchanter irving and gets sent on an assignment with her mentor and a group of templars who were headed to ferelden. they had unexpectedly been ambushed by a group of darkspawn, no more than a dozen and yet the damage done to their small, traveling group was far more devastating than they anticipated. kira had managed to survive after slaying a few by her own staff, and came across a grey warden who aided them. it was said that the warden had wanted to invoke conscription and recruit the young mage, but did not have the chance to. taking the opportunity of a disarray band of templars, kira had fled, ignoring the shouts of the first enchanter behind her. she was unable to be found afterwards, and declared an apostate mage. her first order of business was to destroy her phylactery.

during her time as an apostate, kira travels all throughout thedas, surviving with her cunning alone and eventually taking a few mercenary jobs wherein a mage was useful but hard to come by, involving herself in several criminal circles that ran through thedas's underground. in this time, her ambition continued to grow more than the circle of mages had ever allowed it to, and she eventually manages to start a hidden network of her own that consisted of spies and blades sworn to her. it was known as the spider lily order.

during the events of the fifth blight, kira is able to be recruited as a companion by the hero of ferelden, after she offers her services when whispers of the grey warden's activities reach her ears as told to her by the spider lily. after the events of origin, she parts ways with the party, and otherwise disappears for the following decade. she spends her time studying forbidden arts of magic, investigating the fade as well, following all that happened with the archdemon. the only proof of her life was the occasional dissertation she would send to the ferelden circle by untraceable raven that contained her latest studies, with only the condition that they would credit her work otherwise she would " make them pay " as she always vaguely threatened at the end of every letter.

[ ARC: DA 2 ]

some years following the fifth blight, kira had made her way to kirkwall, under the disguise of simply an outlander with two children barely a handful of summers old who were her own. she lived within the shadows of the free marches, true name or intentions shrouded beneath her attempt at disguising her nature as a mage and as one who had fought alongside the hero of ferelden. it is only when the trevelyan name could be heard mentioned through the streets does trouble begin to stir for her.

[ ARC: INQUISITION + TRESPASSER ]

a tear in the very sky, and a conclave turned into ruin : her motivations for having snuck into the conclave were curiosity at best, upon hearing word that the ostwick circle and trevelyan name were to make an appearance. what followed was a blur of light, swallowed by darkness and finding herself chained in a dungeon, and a fragment of that same light embedded into her very arm. it was a dangerous thing, to put a mage of her reputation once known as the chaos witch, and now branded as the " herald of andraste " with the only anchor that could close the tears within the veil, as well as heading the inquisition. apart from being the inquisitor, kira is also known as the archmage of rift magic, after her studies in the last decade being the foundation upon which the new practice of rift magic was built in the first place.

[ ARC: VEILGUARD ] * will be updated as i progress through the game ... i haven't even finished act one yet so that's about as far as my info on kira here goes so far LMAO

kira is mostly busy attempting to keep the southern lands of thedas in tact amidst he onslaught of blight and armies alike running rampant. although she had disbanded the inquisition, she is still the inquisitor to many, and remains a leader to the armies at the front lines of these efforts to push back against the destruction that comes in waves. she continues to orchestrate evacuations and strategies that take up most of her time.

[thearmyprof]

Waiting for Sunflowers to Bloom

Rating: M

Pairing: Jin/Jungkook

Word count: ~17k (ch. 1: 3,455)

Chapter: 1/5

Genre: Fluff, Non-idol!AU, Fantasy, Fairy Tale

Warnings: No major warnings, see tags below for more details

Event: This fulfills the squares: Jungkook x Seokjin & Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace for the Sound of Music kpop writing bingo @kpopwritingbingo

Prince Jungkook was foretold to have a prosperous and fulfilling life, as long as he weathered the storms on the horizon first. Luckily, he has his trusted companion and best friend, Seokjin, and a wood full of fae folk to help him. A bedtime story about a kind-hearted prince that defeats evil, heals his people, and finds love along the way.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44570485

Chapter List:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Minor Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied Sexual Content, Fairy Tale with a Twist, Fairy tale remix, Nymph Kim Namjoon | RM, Dragon Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Leprechaun Min Yoongi | Suga, Pixie Park Jimin (BTS), Changeling Kim Taehyung | V, Protective Bangtan Boys | BTS, minor character death

CHAPTER ONE.

Prince Jungkook was born under a set of auspicious star signs in the waning weeks of summer. The King and Queen of the Kingdom were elated to finally have an heir after many years of waiting. The people rejoiced, taking the prince’s birth as good tidings for the kingdom as a whole.

During the Harvest, the soothsayers were brought to read the fortunes of the royal family, as is the tradition of the people during the bountiful time of the year. The soothsayers, in a private audience with the King and Queen, foretold the prince would weather many storms, but his trials would ultimately bring glory and prosperity.

While the royal parents fretted over the hardships their son, only weeks old, was fated to have, they took solace in a foretold good outcome. Celebrations lasted all Autumn season in the kingdom, which was also blessed with a particularly plentiful harvest.

The first few months of Prince Jungkook’s young life were blissful. During the Winter Solstice, the fairies of the realm came to bless the new child. The fae blessed him with sweetness and innate beauty. The tree nymph blessed the prince with patience. The dragon blessed him with twin conviction and compassion. And finally, the leprechaun gifted the baby a pair of well crafted shoes to take his first steps in. As their fairy dust tickled his nose, Prince Jungkook giggled and cooed benevolently. The King, Queen, and subjects all sighed at the sweet-hearted prince and knew he would grow into a kind and wise leader someday.

Prince Jungkook’s first storm came the following springtime. While the realm blossomed and warmed, a terrible plague ripped through the lands. Soon, many succumbed, with the healers unable to find a cure for the often fatal disease. The Queen was one of scores who lost their life that year.

Although the prince was too young to understand, the kingdom was changed irrevocably. The King fell into a fit of melancholy in which he closed himself off from the world, only attending to those duties of utmost importance, leaving everything else to advisors and servants of the realm.

Prince Jungkook’s care was placed primarily in Nanny Yeonhi, an older woman who cared deeply for her ward. The two lived comfortably with their own retinue of servants in the prince’s wing of the castle. Here, the prince was insulated from much of the goings-on in the castle and the outside world.

The realm suffered dearly for many years after the plague decimated the population. Harvests and crafts were impacted from lack of a workforce. The economy hobbled along, unable to generate enough for trades with other kingdoms. The lack of decisive leadership further exacerbated these issues.

Relations with the fae folk and other kingdoms languished under the King’s absence. Soon, the nymphs and pixies were not attending to their blessings of the crops and weather. Not out of smite or laziness, but a lack of an invitation—something the fae need in order to use their magic in another’s boundaries. Babies, humans and animals alike, were born sickly. It was as if the King’s desolation had cast a wide shadow across the entire realm.

When Prince Jungkook was five-years-old, a young boy was sent to him from another wing of the castle. The boy was an orphan of a Duke who had died in the plague. The Duke’s estate fell into ruin in the years proceeding the Duke’s untimely demise. The boy was eventually sent to the castle to serve until he came of age. 

At ten-years-old, Seokjin was perhaps too grown up to be a companion for Prince Jungkook, but for the pair age did not seem to matter. Never did the older complain when giving additional tutoring lessons to the prince, assisting with tasks such as dressing the younger boy, or chasing him through the grounds. The pair did everything together, carefully tucked away in their wing of the castle under the watchful eye of Nanny Yeonhi.

~

The second storm of Prince Jungkook’s life began slowly, with dark clouds first gathering off on the distant horizon. The creep was so slow, even, that the prince did not even know he was in a storm until it was far too late to escape the torrential winds and pouring rains.

The King of the realm was convinced by his advisors to take a new bride.

The new Queen Hana brought new life to the castle. Her father, a king of his right in a neighboring kingdom, spared no expense at her dowry, sending a large retinue of servants, a small militia, and much in the way of goods and libations. 

The wedding was a grand affair in the summer of Prince Jungkook’s tenth year. It seemed the entire kingdom had turned out, with many grand celebrations both within the castle and without. During the ceremony and grand feast, Prince Jungkook was sat at the royal table on his father’s left hand side. It was the first time the prince was so near the King in well over a year. Prince Jungkook took solace in the proximity, even if his father did not deign to speak with him.

The Queen was sweetness and light. Her smile seemed to glow as brightly as the hundreds of candles they used to illuminate the hall. She even danced a song with Prince Jungkook, much to the delight of all the Lords and Ladies present. Even the King’s melancholy seemed temporarily abated as he smiled at his new bride.

After the month-long celebrations, life returned to normal in the prince’s wing of the castle. Prince Jungkook rarely saw the King and Queen and was never summoned to court for any reason. The prince, however, did not mind. He was mostly timid outside his small circle of people in his wing of the castle. He did not revel in attention being drawn to himself. He was happy to continue his tutoring lessons, practicing sword fighting and archery, and exploring the forests abutting the gardens of his castle wing.

Life, for Prince Jungkook, was peaceful. Little did he know of the storm brewing on the horizon.

~

“Your Highness!” Seokjin yells as he runs through the corridor, his light armor clanking as he goes. “Your Highness!”

“What is all this racket, Master Seokjin?” Nanny Yeonhi admonishes as Seokjin slides into the kitchens wildly looking around for the missing prince.

“His Highness has been summoned by the King,” Seokjin pants out, doubling over as he catches his breath. “Have you seen him?”

“I believe he is with his tutor now,” Nanny Yeonhi says with pursed lips. “This is probably just to do with the prince’s fifteenth birthday celebrations.”

“The King hasn’t summoned His Highness in so long,” Seokjin says, breathing more under control. “I must find him.”

Seokjin turns on his heel and heads to the library to find his prince.

“Do you think this outfit is enough, hyung?” the prince says, with his eye trained on the long mirror before him. He fidgets with his sleeves, a habit Seokjin has been trying to break him of when he’s nervous. “I don’t want to disappoint the King.”

“Let me just fix your hair a bit, Your Highness,” Seokjin stands behind the prince with a comb and practiced motions. Soon he has the prince’s long, unruly hair off his face with the top half of his hair in a bun. He settles the thin silver metal of the prince’s crown underneath the crown in a most pleasing way.

“You look as Prince Jungkook should, Your Highness,” Seokjin says, his eyes tracking up and down in the mirror.

Jungkook is wearing a simple silver blue hanbok with enough layers to denote his stature. Thankfully, he has not yet gone out riding or to the training yards, so he is still tidy and unmuddied. He thinks, as he often does, that the gods must be smiling down upon him.

“Prince Jungkook, dearest, don’t stand on formality, come, come,” Queen Hana coos. She sat regally on the Queen’s throne wearing a rich purple dress. Though her face wears a bright smile, she is still intimidating.

The King’s throne is conspicuously empty.

Jungkook rises from his bow and steps forward towards the Queen. Two steps behind him, just to his right, Seokjin mirrors his motions, per protocol. However, with only 6 steps left to reach the throne, Seokjin stops as is respectful for his standing in the court.

The Queen reaches out her hand, a small pout on her lips, to Jungkook. He swallows down a nervous turn in his belly and obliges her by resting his palm in hers. He tries to quell the voice inside his head that tells him, like this, he is trapped.

“Prince Jungkook, my heart, how have you been?” the Queen says, voice sweet like songbirds. She uses both her hands to hold his, caressing his knuckles.

“My Queen, I have been well,” Jungkook says. He prides himself that he does not sound as anxious as he feels.

“A little bird told me that our dearest Prince is turning fifteen in only a few weeks!” Queen Hana exclaims. “We must prepare celebrations in your honor. It is not everyday in this kingdom a royal prince comes of age!”

“You are too generous, Your Majesty,” Jungkook replies, looking down at their hands.

“Nonsense, nonsense,” the Queen says. “I have heard many good things of your growing up, dear Prince. You have grown into a fine young man.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Jungkook bows his head.

“I also hear we have Master Seokjin to thank for many of your accomplishments,” the Queen continues.

“Yes, Your Majesty, he’s been an invaluable companion to me these many years,” Prince Jungkook takes the opportunity to praise the older. “His skill in sword and bow have become unmatched in the castle.”

“Wonderful,” the Queen says, a smile splitting her face. “I think a reward for Master Seokjin is in order, don’t you?”

Jungkook, unsure of what she might mean, nods meekly. 

“Master Seokjin, step forward,” the Queen says, waving him forward with one of her hands.

Seokjin steps forward two steps and bows low. “Your Majesty does not need to reward me. Seeing Prince Jungkook growing in his own skills and coming of age well is reward enough for me.”

“Very commendable, indeed,” the Queen says. “Still, your father was a Duke, was he not?”

“He was,” Seokjin replies. Jungkook is the only one in the room who knows his companion well enough to discern the tension in his jaw, the tightness in his tone.

“And you have been of age for almost five years now, yes?”

“I have,” Seokjin says, his eyes still lowered. Jungkook, watching him, noting the tension in Seokjin’s frame.

“Well, I think being a simple companion, now that the Prince is coming of age, is no longer appropriate for you,” the Queen continues. “You are deserving of something more.”

“Your Majesty?” Jungkook asks. He feels his skin prickly with anxiety and wonders if she can feel it where their palms touch.

“I shall be promoting you to head of the Royal Guard,” Queen Hana presses on, ignoring the prince completely. “I believe that the time between now and the Prince’s celebrations will be sufficient to make the transition.”

“Yes, Your Majesty, thank you,” Seokjin says with another low bow.

Jungkook is bewildered by this turn of events. A part of him knows that this promotion is good for Seokjin, much more prestigious than his current post. However, a much larger part of him is already mourning the loss of his friend. The Royal Guard are stationed at the barracks at the front of the castle. To Jungkook, Seokjin might as well be relocating to the other side of the world.

~

“You must remember everything hyung has taught you, Your Highness,” Seokjin whispers to Jungkook.

The pair are hidden together in the darkness of night under a large comforter in the prince’s quarters. They are not touching, but close enough that Jungkook can feel Seokjin’s warmth. He longs to reach out a hand and grasp his friend’s in his own, but there is already too much uncertainty in the air.

“Yes, hyung, I’ll remember everything you say,” Jungkook murmurs.

Jungkook can barely make out the smile on his hyung’s face in the darkness.

“Now that you are coming of age, there will be many dangers ahead,” Seokjin says. “There will be more pressure, especially if the King continues his absences in the court.”

Jungkook nods. “I’ll be careful, hyung.”

“I know, this is not what you want, in your heart, my Prince,” Seokjin says. “We are bound by fate not our choosing, I’m afraid.”

“I know, hyung,” Jungkook says. He feels the heat of tears unshed and refuses to let them fall. Not on their last night together. “I’ll remember your words, hyung.”

When Jungkook wakes the next day there is a single parchment left on the pillow where Seokjin had lain the night before. On the parchment is a drawing of a sunflower and the single word, “remember.” Jungkook smiles and allows a single tear to fall before he tucks the note carefully into the book at his bedside.

The meaning of sunflowers is loyalty, longevity, and adoration.

~

In the year that follows, unease begins to spread in Prince Jungkook’s wing of the castle. Little does he know, the disquiet spreads throughout the rest of the castle and, therefore, the kingdom as well. The Prince, however, is distracted by his own loneliness as one by one, those important to him are dismissed or leave the castle. To further his own sense of isolation, he’s only been able to visit with Seokjin a handful of times. The visits are short and never enough.

Just week’s before Prince Jungkook’s sixteenth birthday, Nanny Yeonhi dies. Her illness and subsequent passing came as a shock to the young prince. The servants and physician explain that she was old, this was her time. Her body is sent off to her distant family, as is custom. Prince Jungkook is left completely alone.

~

“Your Highness, the sun set long ago, we should prepare you for sleep,” a middle aged servant says as Jungkook sits by the fountain in the garden just off his wing of the castle. 

“Momentarily,” Jungkook murmurs. He had spent the day thinking of a way to ask for the resources to create a small memorial for Nanny Yeonhi. He hadn’t come up with anything—yet. 

Jungkook pulls out a small folded parchment from inside his breast pocket. The paper is soft from being folded and unfolded and touched so often. On it the sunflower is somewhat faded. Jungkook runs the tips of his fingers lightly over the petals. Then he caresses the word “remember” gently. 

It had been at least two months since he last saw Seokjin. Even then, it had been in passing, when the prince was summoned for something or other. Jungkook feels a pang in his heart at the longing for his best friend.

The servant, undeterred, clears their throat. Jungkook sighs quietly, not wanting to seem put out, and replaces the note into his pocket before standing up to head back inside.

Jungkook is startled awake by a hand shaking his shoulder.

“Your Highness, Your Highness, please wake up,” the whisper of a voice sounds familiar and anxious.

Jungkook groans and half-opens his eyes. The room is dark, lit by a solitary candle on the bedside table. Standing over him is Seokjin.

“Hyung?” Jungkook mumbles.

“Please, Your Highness, wake up,” Seokjin says again. “Prince Jungkook?”

“What’s happening?” Jungkook feels a trickle of dread as his mind becomes more awake. “Why are you here?”

“You must away, now,” Seokjin says. He turns towards the chests and cabinets along the wall of Jungkook’s bedroom. He has a sack that he’s adding some clothing to.

Jungkook sits up and rubs his eyes. “Why must I go? Where am I to go?”

“You’re in danger if you stay here,” Seokjin says as he brings a change of clothes for the prince. “I must get you away quickly. I will help you through the woods as far as I can go without it being too suspicious.”

Nothing is making sense. Jungkook is too tired to decipher his friend’s logic.

“I have put a map in your bag and some provisions to get you to the border. If you can get across the border, you might find refuge there. You are so likable, they will certainly help you.”

“I don’t understand,” Jungkook says.

“I’ll explain more once we are away from here, Your Highness.”

Seokjin helps Jungkook dress in dark clothes, fit for longer travel.

“We would go faster on horse but I don’t want to raise suspicions with the horses being gone,” Seokjin says as they head out the garden towards the woods.

“Won’t the alarm be raised once they find me not in bed?” Jungkook asks.

“No, I have already dealt with that manner. If my plan works, they won’t look for you ever again.” Seokjin’s words make Jungkook shiver involuntarily.

The woods are dark, so dark. The pair decide not to risk a light, though. They want to put as much distance as they can under the cover of the pitch blackness. They orient themselves by checking constellations whenever they get visibility through the trees. Jungkook is just glad they have dry weather and clear skies for their journey.

The year is well into autumn and the air is crisp, but cold. Seokjin explains at some point during their walk that he packed Jungkook extra furs for later, when the winter weather hits. Jungkook sincerely hopes he is settled somewhere sheltered before that happens.

The first night of walking passes in an adrenaline fueled blur. Both fell, tripping over tree branches and other invisible obstacles in the dark, on numerous occasions. By the time dawn’s light began filtering through the trees, they are muddy, sweaty, and generally worse for wear.

They find a large rock to take shelter under to nap for a few hours. When they wake again, Seokjin hunts down some rabbit for them to cook and share. Having put some distance between themselves and the castle seems to have relaxed Seokjin some.

“Hyung, how long must I stay away?” Jungkook asks after they finish eating.

Seokjin eyes the prince warily, then sighs. “I don’t know. There’s a possibility you might not be able to come back.”

Jungkook nods at this. As much as Jungkook wants to be surprised by this comment, he’s not. He had been feeling like his days in the castle were tenuous at best. The King has been absent for too many years, the Queen has too strong of a hold over the court. Despite her lavish platitudes, Jungkook knows she despises him, the legitimate heir to the throne. A throne he has never had the desire to sit on.

“Can you come with me, hyung?” Jungkook asks. He also already knows the answer to this, but asks anyway.

Seokjin’s eyes hold all the sadness of the universe in them. Jungkook regrets asking.

“I must go back, it’s the only way to keep you safe, Your Highness,” the elder says.

Jungkook nods, not trusting his voice.

After three nights of travel, which they primarily conduct after dark, Seokjin can go no further. He must turn around and find his way back in order to convince the royal court not to come looking for the prince. Jungkook is not sure how Seokjin is going to do that, but the elder promises that it will be convincing enough.

“After our parting, you are a prince no longer. Go live your life as you have always wanted, Your Highness,” Seokjin says with a kind smile.

Jungkook knows he means well, but he never intended to live any life, as a prince or not, without Seokjin by his side. He’s not going to say that now, though. Not when the elder has done so much for him.

“Remember, Your Highness, you have a light inside you. Those with pure intentions and pure hearts will be drawn to your light. Just be yourself, full of kindness and care, and you will never want for friends,” Seokjin says. He has his hands resting on the prince’s shoulders in a warm embrace.

“I’ll remember your words, hyung. I remember all of your words,” Jungkook says with conviction. “Please, be safe, and come to me when you can. I will be waiting for you. I will always wait for you.”

After a long kiss to the prince’s brow, Seokjin turns and flees back into the forest toward the kingdom Jungkook can no longer call home.

Chapter 2 >

[thewardenisonthecase]

Elizabeth Hawke

Born in 9:06, Elizabeth was an apostate and the oldest daugther of Leandra and Malcom Hawke. Her magical abilities first showed up when she was young, while playing with her sister Bethany, and she specialized in force magic.

Elizabeth was very close to her father, as she spent most of her time learning magic with him. She also spent most of her time with Bethany, though the sisters had a tendency to bicker. Still, the three Hawke siblings would often get together to cause mayhem, much to their parents dismay.

Malcolm always favoured Hawke, and told her that she one day would have to care for her family. She always felt that obligation to keep everyone safe. 

She had a tumultuous relationship with her mother. She loves her and she knows Leandra loves her too, but they just have a hard time communicating.

The family moved around a lot, but Lothering was the first place Elizabeth called home. When her father got sick, she dedicated a lot of her time taking care of him, which made her distance herself from her siblings. When he passes way, he tells Hawke that it's responsibility now to take care of everyone. It's also after that that Hawke starts to develop a more humerous personality, as she uses humor to cope with everything that's happening, also causing her to say innapropriate things. As the templar activity grew, Hawke had started to make plans to move her family elsewhere when the Blight hit.

Now onto some of the choices made in game:

Joined the mercenaries

Recruited everyone and was friends with everyone besides Fenris, who was a rival, and Sebastian who she didn't care for

Did not bribe Ser Thrask

Sent Feynriel to live with the Dalish

Sided with the mages in every conflict

Tried to save Ketojan

Carver became a Grey Warden

Helped Feynriel and he went to Tevinter

Employed Oranna

Romanced Fenris

Always told the Arishok what the fuck was going on

Did all companion quests (except for sebastian's but he doesn't count) - let Bartrand live, helped Aveline get Donnic, gave Merrill what she needed to build the Eluvian, stopped Anders from killing Ella. Also found and gave everyone gifts.

Varric killed Gascard during the Quentin confrontation

Defeated the Arishok in a 1 v 1 to protect Isabela

Sided with the mages in all Act 2 and 3 quests

Killed Marethari but the clan was safe

Killed the high dragon

Did all act 3 companions quests - Didn't let Varric keep the red lyrium and killed Castillon

Helped Zevran

Sided with the Mages in the last straw

Spared Anders

[skvaderarts]

Saudade Chapter 15: Warehouse Worries

Chapter Fifteen: Warehouse Worries

Note: I thought I might give you a little taste of something many of you have expressed that you’ve been missing. Me, too. I’m working on catching up on the main story in the background. We will return to it by the end of July at the latest!

(-~-)

The night was heavy with fog, deep and impenetrable. 

It was later than they were used to being called, at least in recent memory. They didn't exactly get calls like this during broad daylight, but it was well past midnight with only the amber glow of the street lights to guide their path. The air was chilly, holding its moisture from a recent storm that had blown through out of season. A dockland breeze blew through what little gaps it could, the dockyards and factories blocking much of the airflow.

Stepping off the more beaten track of the main road and down an alley, the group found their way to a gravel pathway that snaked between the high grass, weeds, and bushes, several of which were hard to distinguish from low trees as they made their way up to the property. The area was dense with brush, a rusted barbed wire-topped fence doing little to hold back the encroachment of nature. Cracked concrete led to old faded brick as a building came into view. Its windows were cracked, shattered, and boarded in various places, but the door was visible, its old worn metal facade being perhaps the best-kept part of the entire property.

“So… this is the place? It doesn’t look like much.” He wasn't sure what he had expected to find down the path that had led them here, but an innocuous old factory building hadn't been on his radar. Opting to tag along at the last minute after hearing about the potential excitement he might encounter, the red-haired man wasn't exactly complaining. He hadn't expected to round a corner and it directly into a dragon or anything of that sort, but the quiet if not dilapidated parking lot that led to an old, worn-down brick building hadn't been what he had envisioned.

Walking up directly behind him, Nero was immediately struck by the place they arrived in, something setting off his sixth sense in a way that he hadn't expected. If his arm had still been coated in the scales that had once enshrouded it, they might have glowed in response to what he felt, but he couldn't say. For now, it was just a barely perceptible nebulous sense of something being off. He didn't even feel threatened per se. He just felt oddly alert. Unshakably aware of something that he had yet to discover.

Directly behind him on his left side was V, The summoner yawning slightly as he made his way forward. He'd been asleep when they had gotten the call from their companions asking them to look into this for them at the last minute. Dante and Vergil were taking care of something big out of town, and the girls had their own work to do so they couldn't swing by and check on things. But a last-minute call had come in right before the phones had turned off at Morrison's office, and that had led to a phone call to Lady that had led to her calling Nero. From there he'd contacted V and asked if he wanted to tag along just for the hell of it since he was in town, having just returned from visiting Sirrus. And in what had to be a decision born of the inability to think clearly from having just been woken up from a deep sleep, he had agreed, something he wasn't willing to renege on when his brother had arrived.

For his own part, Sirrus had simply been sleeping on the couch, intent on returning to his own home in the morning. He accompanied his friend back to town from their trip and had simply been there. The prospect of a late-night monster hunting was too much for him to pass up, even if V had been asleep for half of the cab ride over. The ferry had been out so Nero had found other ways of getting to the mainland, and the van wasn't part of that equation for once. Hopefully, that wouldn't be a factor in the future, though. They were almost done packing back home.

“Still though… something’s off, right?” Nero chimed in, taking in their location as he looked around the empty lot. There was just something odd about this place. He wished that he could place it, but he just couldn't. “I don’t know what it is. It's not just me, right? This building is just kinda off.”

V came to a graduation stop, his cane clicking against the edge of what was left of the concrete. He stood on the border of the transition between the gravel and the parking lot, part of which had been patched with asphalt. It was truly in a sorry state. He felt what his brother also felt but to a heightened degree. It was still faint and vague, but he'd felt what Nero felt from a further distance, and to a slightly higher intensity. His skin prickled slightly and something in the back of his mind became more alert than he liked. It wasn't a sense of overwhelming dread like he felt in previous locations, but there was certainly… something. He felt almost as though he were being watched.

“I have to agree. It's faint but… this place isn't making a good first impression, is it?” He said with a second yawn, covering his mouth with his left arm to stifle the sound. He then reached up and rubbed his face, leaning on his cane a bit more than he typically did. It seemed that physical fatigue was setting in after all that train and vehicle travel.

Both Nero and Sirrus were slightly surprised to hear him speaking since he'd been so quiet on the way over. Nabbing those last few minutes of rest seemed to help clear the mental fog he'd been under. He was more alert now than he'd been since Nero had arrived. That was good. Who knew what they were in store for. 

Nero folded his arms as they lingered at the edge of the fence, none of them stepping across the threshold of the chained gate. What was the point of locking up a place like this? There couldn't be anything worth stealing. The pipes had to have been long gone, and that was the only thing of worth that the place could possibly still contain. It had been abandoned for a long, long time. That much was clear just looking at it.

“Yeah. At first, I thought maybe we had the wrong place, ya know? Since I didn't get a chance to ask Lady much before she had to go. But now… Yeah, I think we're supposed to be.” Nero said as he looked over at his older brother for a moment, his focus being stolen shortly after by Sirrus walking up to the gate and casually yanking the chains that held them shut apart. He'd done it like they were made of stale bread when in actuality they were probably the only unrusted part of the entire fence. Odd. Why was a chain that new on such an old gate? “What do ya think is in there?”

V said as he stepped forward a bit, waiting for Sirrus to push the gates open since he'd been the one to unlock them. He did so a moment later, stepping across the threshold first and then stepping slightly off to the right side, seemingly taking in the property to a fuller extent as he nodded silently to himself. This place was certainly interesting. 

He didn't get the same feeling that they did, but now that he'd stepped just that little bit closer he felt… something. And oddly enough, he smelled something. Sulfur? Ash? It was hard to tell with the salty sea air muddling things, but there was certainly a whiff of something. Whether it was related to their reason for being here was up for debate, but they would probably get their answers soon enough, anyway. It was a hurry-up-and-wait sort of situation, it seemed. 

“Too early to tell. We should proceed with caution.” V said as both he and Nero joined Sirrus on the other side of the gate, lingering outside the building for a moment as they each considered the ramifications of going in without running some basic recon first. It was late and they just wanted to get out of there to some extent, but being reckless probably wasn't a good idea, either. They were skilled, but an ambush wasn't something anyone wanted to willingly walk into. And despite the fact that they couldn't sense virtually anything in terms of numbers, there was no denying that something was going on here. “Who knows what could be inside.”

“Hopefully something that isn't resistant to being exsanguinated or perforated,” Sirrus said almost too casually, an abundance of sarcastic cheer to his tone. His sardonic comment wasn't directed at his friend's assessment of the situation, of course. But it was still hard to tell if he was being sarcastic about his hopes. “Extirpation isn't a pastime I enjoy participating in. At least when I'm on the receiving end.”

Nero glanced over at Sirrus, his eyebrows furrowing slightly before one rose a bit higher than the other, his arms remaining folded around himself.

“Well, I understood one of those words.” He said with a chuckle. He always felt like he needed to read a dictionary when he was around these two. He was pretty well-read himself, but perhaps the difference in reading material had created this gap in their conversation fluency. He could guess from context what he meant, but maybe he needed to brush up on his old and uncommon English. “But I think I get the gist of it. Let's kill whatever's in there and go grab somethin’ to eat. I'm starving.”

Sirrus scoffed playfully at the statement. Now that was an idea he could get behind. “That sounds like a good idea, actually. I know a great steak place around here. Char-Broiled. Grilled. The sides are impeccable.”

Nero looked over at Sirrus like he had just put him on his knees and gutted him. The mental image that he'd just painted for him was mouth-watering. He'd been slightly hungry before, but now he was practically ravenous, slavering like a flesh-hungry beast.

“Oh, come on, man. Why would you torture me like that?” He said with a few shakes of his head as he feigned disapproval. At least partially. He actually did want a stake now. That was no lie. That sounded awesome. He hoped that the place would still be open when they got done here.

“Ah, I didn't think of that. Sorry.” Sirius said with a deep chuckle. He absolutely had thought of that. Messing with Nero was just an opportunity that he couldn't pass up. It was so rare that he got the chance to playfully poke fun at him. “I'll make it up to you. Dinner's on me if whatever's inside of this compound doesn't eat us first.”

Now that was a proposition that the young devil hunter could get behind. He reached backward over his shoulder and grasped his blade, shifting it into his hand. He wasn't going in there empty-handed. “I'll take that bet. Whoever kills the least pays this time.” 

Sirrus did the double take before cackling, making an immediate effort to stifle his own volume. He didn't want to alert anything that might be in the building with his laughter. It seemed that he'd made a terrible mistake mentioning that steak restaurant. Nero was invested now. It was no going back.

“As will I,” V said with an error of obvious amusement clouding his voice. This was becoming more interesting by the moment. He was almost glad he got out of bed now. Almost. “I'll meet you inside. Don't keep me waiting. Our dinner's getting cold.”

With that he headed towards the building, summoning Shadow to flank him as he approached the door. Griffon might be too conspicuous for a situation like this. But Shadow was just right. Silent and utterly pitch black, they would never see her coming. Whoever they might be.

The devil hunter with the short white hair and the adjudicator both gestured to one another simultaneously as if to say “after you” before pausing in an equally startled way to linger on the fact that they'd done that before Nero shook his head and Sirrus scoffed at the situation. That had been an amusing instance of the two of them being unintentionally in sync with one another. 

Things were becoming less awkward between the two of them, something that neither of them acknowledged verbally but both noticed. And they were both glad for it. Neither of the two had a single thing against the other, after all. They just didn't know what to say to one another. The two of them might as well live in different centuries because of how wide the conversation gap was between them. 

But despite their stylistic differences, varying preferences, and the disparity in their personal interests, Nero was starting to become more accustomed to the man with the red hairs’ somewhat florid speech tendencies and Sirrus was slowly starting to see just how earnest Nero truly was. It had taken the both of them a little while to realize that they were both genuinely the person they appeared to be, but once they had, it had opened the doors for them. 

Nero was pleased to have a new battle companion and Sirrus found Nero’s generosity and kindness as wholesome as he did aspirational. It was easier to be a giving person when you lived in excess or abundance, but it took a special person to have less and give more. And Nero gave everything his all. He had more respect for him than he could say. And the feeling was mutual. Anyone willing to go into battle with him and his family and risk it all was someone he could respect. He had no blood stakes in the situation. He had come from the outside and assimilated into the group. But Nero didn't doubt that the red hair adjudicator. He was the real deal. And he liked that.

Mutually cluing into the fact that they were being left behind and that V was about to venture into an abandoned and potentially demon-infested building on his lonesome, the both of them turned to walk side by side with one another towards the building, leaving a few feet of space between each other and unintentionally flanking V from a distance. They both knew that the summoner could handle himself, but they didn't know what was in that building. What any of them were walking into. And they were going to do their damnedest to back him up. One thing that would never change was that they had each other's backs.

They were going into this together. And they were going to get out of this together. 

(-~-)

I wonder what they’re going to find in that warehouse… I'll be publishing part two next week on Friday, August 19th and then hopefully the next chapter of Petrichor on the 26th! I hope you enjoyed it! It was fun to write a scene with V and Nero again! And I definitely need more Sirrus and Nero scenes in the future! Take care and I'll see you in the comments and the next chapter! Bye bye!

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i . THE LAST OF THE GIANTS - ryan yunck

Whilst I walk alone in the mountains, with no true companion but tears. They hunt me with dogs in the daylight, they hunt me with torches by night. For these men who are small can never stand tall, whilst giants still walk in the light. Oooooooh, I am the LAST of the giants, so learn well the words of my song. For when I am gone the singing will fade, and the silence shall last long and long

ii . BLOOD UPON THE SNOW - hozier and bear mccreary

It's not my arms that will fail me But this world takes more strength than it gave me The trees deny themselves nothing that makes them grow No rain fall, no sunshine No blood upon the snow Blood upon the snow Blood upon the snow Blood upon the snow To all things housed in her silence Nature offers a violence

iii .  WOLF AT YOUR DOOR - chloe x halle

A wolf creeps softly in the snow Light and tears along a path ('long a path) A knife between her teeth, she roams For she is now the stranger Chasin' a fairytale Chasin' a lie But everything changes And everything dies You preyed on my innocence Tried to bury my name But now there's ice in my veins, oh There's a wolf at your door There's a hound at your heels There's a snake in your bed Tell me, how does it feel?

iv . LANDSCAPE - florence and the machine

She can't see the landscape anymore It's all painted in her grief All of her history etched out at her feet Now all of the landscape, it's just an empty place Acres of longing, mountains of tenderness 'Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow 'Cause it's burning through the bloodline It's cutting down the family tree Growing in the landscape, darling, in between you and me

v .   NATURAL - imagine dragons

That's the price you pay Leave behind your heart and cast away Just another product of today Rather be the hunter than the prey And you're standing on the edge face up 'Cause you're a natural A beating heart of stone You gotta be so cold To make it in this world Yeah, you're a natural Living your life cutthroat You gotta be so cold Yeah, you're a natural Will somebody Let me see the light within the dark trees shadowing? What's happening? Looking through the glass find the wrong within the past knowing Oh, we are the youth Cut until it bleeds inside a world without the peace, face it A bit of the truth, the truth

stolen from: @wornempathy​​ tagging: everyone!

[art-cherie]

By the Nine, I can’t believe I actually had time to sit down and finish an entire Skyrim piece.

[mononijikayu]

chapter iii.

chapter iii.

Rating: T

Warning: Language, Mentions of Deaths;

SUMMARY: In which, MELLARA TARGARYEN lamenting her father's loss, discovers her father’s city. But then snooped her cousin prince DAEMON TARGARYEN, like a fish;

[it was at the invitation of the old king jaehaerys that princess mellara targaryen had come to king's landing for. after her beloved father's sudden passing, she had thought it best to pay homage to her grandfather as her father’s heir. without the knowledge of her mother, dowager princess elaena, mellara targaryen had  accepted his invitation and set sail for the capital of the dragon kings. as much of her life spent in relative shelter, she had been fascinated with king aegon's city and had decided to explore it with her own wanting. unfortunately, such wanting also came with fishing the eager attention of a prince who longed for her. one she had not longed or asked for. but the fourteen flames see beyond the whims of human hearts and grant us truly what we need at that moment. life changed from here on end. the gods had spoken to her, loud and clear. she would not find life without daemon targaryen ever again.]

- maester aeron targaryen; adust

A D U S T   m a s t e r l i s t

< you and i burn together or we shall die trying >

chapter i  / chapter ii / chapter iii / chapter iv / chapter v chapter vi / chapter vii / chapter viii / chapter ix / chapter x   chapter xi / chapter xii / chapter xiii / chapter xiv / chapter xv chapter xvi / chapter xvii / chapter xviii

Princess Mellara Targaryen had thought she would never belong any place else. Nor go on her own at all to seek adventure in her own endeavours. Her father had always been the one who had indulged her wanting, to seek out a dalliance with destiny beyond the frame of Blackhall’s blackened walls. Yet she knew that she could not rely on him any longer to be her companion to these wanting journeys. From now on, Mellara knew that she would have to do it all alone. Yet a grown woman she was and still had felt lost in the marvels as they sailed through the Blackwater’s rushing drifts. Destiny awaited her, she knew. One that now is tied with this foreign world she had never truly known.

Standing atop the ship’s bow, she peered at the busting life across the shore, distant colors dancing against the morose sunlight dashing with heat. Reaching her hand out at the dragon’s city, she wondered about the life that blossomed so far away. A life that was once shared by her dear beloved father, Aelor. Father had seldom talked about his life growing up in the Red Keep. Mother had always said that it was not something that had delighted father. It was not hard to understand that there had been a rift in the family. One that had been festering for a long time. Each time the old king commanded his family to gather, her father sent no apologies — only that he would not be attending to his family. The queen would send missives from time to time too, to visit her in Dragonstone. Her father considered those missives genuinely, bringing Mellara to see her aging grandmother, relishing in a new generation of dragons.

‘Another female heir!’ Queen Alysanne rejoiced, beaming at her joyfully before embracing her tightly. ‘Oh, my son. You and Aemon do me proud.’

He was one of the elder children in a big brood of dragons. Born the third son, her father had always been destined to find his way into the world. Without a crown to inherit and responsibilities to be had, Aelor Targaryen seem to have been as wild as aunt Alyssa. Mellara had heard that if anyone should be her father’s twin, it would be aunt Alyssa. She, her father and uncle Baelon formed a triad in the court yard, uncle Baelon would say. Father had always indulged aunt Alyssa when she would take his breeches to wear and his daggers lost to her use. Father had always been close to many of his sisters, though uncle Baelon had remarked upon that too sadly. Father had refused anymore talk of it, when she inquired to learn more about their family, he grew to frown at the thought of it. Mellara thought her own father would burst to tears. Yet he always left to tend to Blacknight before he could shed any tears.

Mellare relied on the response she would get from her grandmother and uncle when she could write to them. Though both busy with the affairs of the realm, they had induldged her with the thoughts of family that she would never know from her father. Grandmother recalled that her father prince Aelor had always  been a bright young boy. Though she lamented that he never took things as seriously as a prince should, desiring above all to make everyone laugh. Uncle Baelon said that father’s every word, his every line was accompanied by a jest and a smile, At times, he said that he saw aunt Alyssa in father  — how such vivacious spirits in him keeps their sister alive. Mellara had pondered for a moment that they thought that her father would live to be grey, happy at the company of his family.

Yet when uncle Baelon died so suddenly, prince Aelor Targaryen began to be sullen with worry. It had worried Mellara, at how his reddening eyes were sunken with weariness. His own knight’s body becoming nothing more than a frail man beyond the reach of his true age. At times he did not speak at all, rather paused into a stupor for hours before he would start screaming and be engrossed into tears as he muttered words none could understand. Mother had truly been so worried, much more so when father had announced his intention to come to the Great Council to declare his fealty to Rhaenys, as he had sworn to his elder brother Aemon all those years ago. Yet others had put forth his name, lord Tyrell and lord Tully were eager to see him as prince of Dragonstone. He was after all, the last living son of king Jaehaerys left to inherit.

Mellara was entrusted to rule Blackhall on her father’s absence, but she had heard whispers of what had happened. About how her father had rescinded his claim to the Iron Throne, how he would not even dare look at his own royal sire. Her father had all but been the deciding vote to choose the heir, king Jaehaerys had insisted upon it so. In the silence, his eyes not even open, her silver haired father stood up, a cane supporting him in hand. He could not do anything now, the realm against his choice. Muttering feverishly, father voted to install Viserys as heir to the Iron Throne. It had been a shock, as prideful prince Aelor had never backed even his own brother prince Baelon as heir. 

When father had returned home, he could barely get off Blacknight’s saddle. In the haze of the magma boisterously burning through him, prince Aelor was once more in a stupor and none could get him out of it. Mother had tried her best, even against her piling tears. But father did not get well and the very heat that enthralled his very being, had doomed him in the end. Prince Aelor never woke from his stupor, he had stopped murmuring to himself and most of all, his heart had all but stopped beating. Mother had been most inconsolable. But so was she  — now a young woman without the light of her world, abandoned by the father she had so always needed.

The memories flooded back instantly, like she was dreaming of him again. Mellara had loved her father too dearly, too dearly to even think of forgetting anything about him. His laughter beamed at her poignantly, echoing in her head like a melancholic tune. HIs joyous lilac eyes that matched her own, beaming so vigorously with life. Long silver hair was neatly plaided into a singular braid, easing at the small of his back when he turned. Soft hands squeeze her palm, lovingly embracing her with all the fire in him. She felt her heart clench in her chest harshly, missing him and grieving him all at once. It was as though life was once more being siphoned out of her body. Pursing her lips deeply, she let her hand down. It had only been recently since he had passed away from illness, but she still could not believe his loss.

It had not been easy for her family, especially her mother, who had become a widow over night. Without his boisterous voice ringing through the blackened stone, the halls of Blackhall had never been any sadder, nor any quieter. One could hear the fall of the pin across halls nowadays. Silence was all there was, bitter and grievous. It had all been so sudden, so eagerly beckoned by fate. The gods had commanded him home into their arms, back into the flames. Just as they give, they also do take. Mellara had cursed Aerax, the god of death, so many times as she knelt in front of the altar’s flames. Tears faster than she could register, Mellara Targaryen could only curse Aerax, could only say she shall no longer pray at his behest. 

‘But that would not bring father back,’ She lamented deep inside her, falling to her knees then. The fire only kept burning, as though to observe the grief only humans could truly have. ‘My father is gone. He would never come back again.’

The gods had given her little choice at all; she was still alive. The gods would nto take her, not that easily. No matter how many tears she cried, her father would not come back. Nothing will change that fact anymore, nto even if she plead otherwise. She will have to live on, for his sake. For her mother’s sake. For what he had all left behind, this legacy. She was his legacy now. That is what her grandfather told her when he had met her, her father’s body resting in the rocky hill, where her father’s body laid bare in the colors of his house. 

Mellara had never met her grandfather before. But as she bowed before him, she knew that she could not help notice her father’s eyes in his.Tears stroked king Jaehaerys’s weary eyes, bitter from sorrow and battered with yet another loss. They had just lost grandmother a year before and now both uncle Baelon and father had followed one another to the arms of Aerax. With his weary hands in hers, Jaehaerys had implored her to do, as he held her hand through the flames of Vermithor being the one that had led her father home.

They had wept together all day, after her father had been laid to rest down the crypts of Blackhall. Grandfather had lamented that his effigy was such a good likeness, how it had reminded him of queen Alysanne. He had looked exactly like her, grandfather thinks. That had made him weep even more and soon she had followed too, inconsolable. When the tears had stopped later that night, she and her grandfather had decided to dine alone. Grandfather had quite a lot of stories, fondness and lamenting. There had been many joyous times between father and son. The old king had been most pleased with vivacious prince Aelor when he had been a boy. Yet just like father, it seemed that it hurt her grandfather to talk about their parting. There was endless regret in his purple haze, gleaming with tears. 

‘There would be much I would change, dear girl.’ Her grandfather had admitted to her, his gleaming with lonesomeness under the candlelight. ‘I wished I had been a better man, for all those I had loved. But such thoughts are admitted too little to late. I hope you would not find yourself doing the same.’

‘Then what would you have me do, grandsire?’

He purses his lips at her, before a sorrowful smile hit. ‘That you would live, dear girl. Before it is all too late. And do well with it.’

When her grandfather prepared to leave, he had bid his good-daughter goodbye. Though she had been most distant with the old king, being courteous enough with him. When he bid his granddaughter farewell, the king had asked her to come and visit him at court. She would always have a place there, he swore. He would be most delighted to have his son’s only child at his court, to bring life to it once more. To see where her father had grown into the man he had become. Mellara had been apprehensive at the thought of it. But as her grandfather flew away on his mount, she knew that she could not hesitate any longer. Perhaps it may have been the madness of grief, mayhaps it had been the unsettled madness in her dragon veins. The princess commanded days after, that she would be leaving for King’s Landing quietly into the dawn. Mellara Targaryen had written a note to her lady mother and rushed aboard her father’s flagship, ‘Winter Child’, without a second thought to the world.

When they had landed at the port, Mellara and her retinue had found themselves in the streets of King’s Landing. The sun shone brightly down on them.Mellara sat in the wheelhouse with her servants. The sound of eager merchants endorsing their produce left and right. The young children play small games with wide smiles on their faces. Old men, gazing intently at the wooden board as they play chess on the corner of the street. One was singing by a drunk man on the corner, and the other was laughing at the drunken man's amusing features. Women are whispering around the small benches by the fountain, eagerly sending gazes and laughing at the secret that only exists between the two of them.

Mellara Targaryen had yet to see this in her life.

Weary from the journey, Mellara had decided that she and her retinue would stop at a local inn for the day. It had been hours since her last meal, and as such, she was famished. It was under the instructions of her lady mother that, under no circumstances, should the retinue stop until they reached the Red Keep. Not only was Mellara the only child she had, she was a princess by blood. If any danger should come to her, there would be a price. But Mellara did not seem to care. She was the princess of blood; her word was stronger than her mother, who was but a wife.

Bribing them quietly as they carried her belongings with vigour onto her chambers on the second floor. Mellara really liked the room. Two huge lights were placed on either side of the one long bed, which had linens that were lavender in hue. The two circular tables were gilded with delicate touches of silver. A bottle of ink was sitting inside a glass cylinder on a little desk with two quills laying on top of crisp, white parchment. She dared not open the two large windows that were on each side of the bed. There was a fireplace with brand-new, unlit logs. It also had a reddish rose scent. She neither liked nor hated the scent, but she would have gone without it.

Soon enough, her servants had gathered food for her nourishment. Bringing it to her small table, they removed the items from before and neatly parted them away. Mellara thanked them, giving a gracious smile. A roasted lamb buttered on the spit, salted potatoes burned on the stove, and slices of bread toasted to gold. It was accompanied by sweetened wine, cool to the touch. It pleased her. Mellara ate happily, leaving none to spare. She had never eaten such a thing before. It was not the common thing that lords used to have on their tables. Yet she was sure she would have the servant to ask for more before their departure tomorrow.

Looking out her window, she found that she could see the sea all the way. It was beaming with such a deep sapphire gleam. like what her father had found before when he had been in Tarth. She could not help but laugh at the memory. His family was concerned that his father would travel there, knowing that his late brother, Prince Aemon, had died at the hands of pirates. But he did not particularly care, not even when his mother was growing angry at him. On Blacknight’s back, he flew onto the shores and into one rocky mound, sitting there for hours to fish while Blacknight flew across the sky, acting as her father’s protector.

At that moment, Mellara grinned as she stood up. She called on her maidservant and commanded her to help her dress. Mellara took to her chest, laughing as she revealed her long woolen dress. It was Braavosi wool, turquoise blushing against pink, with long cut sleeves with Myrish lace and flattened trims of Volantine silk. The princess knew that it was better to disguise herself if she were to go out. It was a gift from cousin Rhaenys many moons ago when she visited her in Blackhall.They would not find Mellara Targaryen. Rather, they will find her a Valyrian tradesman's daughter, out for a stroll in such streets.

As soon as the servant finished dressing her, Mellara ran towards her belongings and started to mess up her small gowns, her woolen clothes, her silks, and even her laced petticoats. She did not stop, even if her servant had told her to calm herself, not until she found what she was looking for. She collapsed onto her bed while holding the item. Taking a good look at her kit, she grinned harder. It was her casting rod. She was sure of it. Blackwater was only a few minutes' walk away. If she gets lost, maybe she can ask someone. It would not be hard to do so. If someone approaches her wrongfully, she knows what to do. She was capable of looking after herself.She will be fine. She was her father’s daughter, after all.

The two guards simultaneously said, "My lady," bowing to her in a respectful manner.

Mellara swallowed and gave them a nod.

She welcomed them by saying, "Gentlemen, good morning."

"Has my lady eaten well?"

"Yes, I have. I have rested as well." Mellara replied, trying not to show her impatience. "I have a question for you two."

One of the guards said obediently, "Yes, my lady."

She asks them politely, attempting to put on a grin that was both pleased and compassionate, "How is the weather for you lads? I should anticipate that you would want to drink a few ales given the heat here. "

The second guard replies, "Oh, dear lady, we do not drink when we are on duty."

The other person nodded. "My ladyship, we must maintain our sobriety for your protection."

"But even so, I would like to provide for you." She persisted, swiftly removing several gold dragons from her dressage, "Here, on my treat. I would hate for you both to be suffering. You need to go get some air. I don't want the warriors of my late lord father to be mistreated.”

“Surely, my lady, this would be unwise—"

Mellara shook her head and said, "That is an order, please. If you will not listen to my suggestion, regard it as a demand. Sers, you must obey your mistress or else. Consequences will take place.”

Those eyes were the same as those of the dragons themselves, so furious and frightening. It was almost like a thunderstorm glazed by thunder, a purple thunder with such vicious intent. Soon, their dread became apparent, and the two gentlemen nodded and bowed, swiftly departing, which caused her to feel a sense of loss. At that moment, she cheered and smiled. There would be no one to disturb her now. The others were still bruised by their own weariness from the trip. This was her chance.

Walking down the stairs with care, she hid her face with the kit and felt the very essence of her soul rise out of her nervousness. She feared her hair would become too obvious, so she put the kit atop her head and walked. She moved with boldness and determination, forcing adrenaline into her body, and she managed to leave without incident. She sighed a breath of relief. 

Melara giggled. The shine of the stone cobbled street glazed her sight and soon she was jumping across them. She decided to ask for directions once she saw a pondering wanderer.

"Pardon me." She asks, her thick Valyrian accent placid across her words. "Good sir, I apologize for interrupting your morning, but could you please advise me how to get to the Blackwater?"

The man gave her a quizzical glance, deciphering her words. A few moments later, he nodded and said, "Ah, that way. That way!"

"Ah, thank you!"

The beauty of King's Landing unfolded as she walked through the narrow streets, holding her fishing rod and among the crowd of the half a million people either selling or trading their goods on the sidewalks and in the small makeshift markets that sprung up all around the steps of the paved pathways.

Some just strolled to the Street of Steel while carrying their infants or strolling beside their spouses and wives to enjoy the heat of the brilliant sun. Mellara saw the magnificent structures of the past and present, some of which were old inns that had existed there before her family came from across the coast. There were other bakeries with the nicest bread she had ever eaten, as well as those that were just brand new, like the smith's armory that she passed and which hung a freshly painted sign above its working area. She made purchases there for potential needs. A tiny cup of fresh lemonade, some bread for herself and food for any fish she might catch. When he returned from his trip, her father gladly gave her such a gift.

Once she had finished, she continued to walk. Mellara's waving hello and greeting good morning, despite the reactions from the people she walked past, were filled with such unenthusiastic faces and rather uncomfortable glances. Mellara could not fault some of them for not saying her greetings back to her. She was a foreigner to them, and from what they saw of her, she did look like a foreigner. This much was true. She was a foreigner, even in a dragon’s city.

A grin instantly appeared on Mellara's face as she gazed over the black, tranquil waters that made up the city's most well-known body of water once she finally located the Blackwater Rush much later, after an exhilarating journey of wandering. This was unlike any river or lake Mellara had ever seen before, let alone those in the Riverlands or elsewhere. She has long pondered the origin of the name's true meaning from her father’s stories. But she now knows. She was more excited than ever before to behold it. She could not keep her eyes off it at all.

It was a milder shade of black, with enormous, dark stones and smaller ones that sank into the water, where she could see the little white foam that pops up in the water rather than being too charcoal-dark. Because of the blue sky, the Blackwater's blackness appeared to be daytime and its skies to be nighttime, creating a whole different environment that she had never imagined to be another realm. The gods gave them such a wonder, one that could never truly be expressed in any other words. If her father were here, he would have had many things to say. He would have loved to fish with her here, to laugh. Mellara sighed softly, closing her eyes. No, he is here. He was watching her. Mellara decided then and there that she would catch a fish, one way or another.

The young Targaryen walked towards the edge of one of the high-formed rocks and stood there, surrounded by small shrubs of grass and large forms of other rocks. Her small hands took out a bag of worms from the small rucksack she had placed some essentials in and took one from the small packets with her gloved hand. Despite it moving, she took her fishing rod with her other hand and carefully stuck it to the hook the way her lord father had taught her. And when everything was clear, she used both hands to grip the end of the fishing rod and aimed high to allow it to flow down into the ceaseless water.

She could not help but get distracted by his loud and boisterous laughter in her head. That one time, a long time ago, he fell into the river because the fish had been too big. The water splashed all over her as he rose up, shaking the water away. fish in hand for a moment and then how it disappeared into the sea once again. Such good memories surrounded Mellara Targaryen, even at the most unfortunate of times.

But there was no room for wondering about the past as she felt the tugging at her hands. Mellara’s face contorted as she grabbed the end of the rod and pulled as firmly as she could while trying to act quickly. The silver-haired young woman had the impression that she was engaged in combat or under siege as she pulled and held her ground against the opposition. After a while, the young princess had unintentionally flung it behind her while still holding it. While holding her fishing rod and attempting to free it from some sort of impasse, Mellara overheard the sound of panicked horses.

"You, woman with the fishing rod!" The voice called to her, causing her to turn around and find two men on horses. One was a tall, lean man with dark purple eyes, one like her grandfather’s. His silver hair was more like white gold, dangerously sharp as it fell behind his shoulders. The other was calming his horse. Her fishing rod's edge was stuck in the cloak of the man with silvery hair. 

In the sudden silence, the man laughed loudly.

Mellara’s face turns hot red.

"Brother, this is hardly something you should laugh about."

"My apologies," As he felt the laughter continue to escape him, the man with the sharp dark purple said. "This is quite funny. I like it. I am no longer bored!”

"Indeed, but this is not funny. it's something that I did not expect." the calm one replied. "Maybe we should be more careful with where we go."

She gasped. "Oh, dear gods, please don't move!"

She drops her fishing rod, grabs her pack, pulls out a little pocket knife, and rushes over to the two guys on horses. The dark orbs of the young man prevented Mellara from cutting the cloak even though she felt tall enough to do it. Persisting, she glared at the man as he tried to stop her. The knife was dull, but it was sharp enough to hurt someone. The one who had been laughing stopped. His gaze hardened slightly.

"What is your problem?" She said, frustrated, suddenly in Valyrian. "I am trying to do my best here!"

For a moment, taken aback by hearing such words, the dark-eyed young man pursed his lips. "You watch your tongue, girl. Why did you bring out a knife?"

She raised a brow at him, her eyes boring a glare. “Or what, huh? If it were my will, then I would have shoved you off that horse at this moment. "You pompous bastard!"

The man smirked. Dark eyes glistened against the lilac. He replied in Valyrian, "It was a simple question, little girl. Why? Are your hands too weak to remove the hook, little girl?"

"It is quicker!" She glared at him. "It is a dull knife. What would it do to you men? Are you that scared of a dulled knife, little boy?”

“A knife is still a knife, little girl. You best put it away or there will be consequences."

The kinder-toned man shook his head. "You have no need to do this. It is alright, let her cut it.”

“You heard what he said, now let me through.”

“No.” The sly man grinned at her. 

“I will thrash you.”

“Do you think you can do it, silly girl?”

She glared at him furious. “Do not call me that. I am not a little girl.”

“You look small to me.”

“Why you-”

"Perhaps it is what I needed, brother. Thank you for suggesting this ride." He laughed. Leaning forward the younger woman, he smiled. “Do you have a name, my lady?”

“What makes you think I will give it to you freely?”

His pompous bravado echoed across his tone. "Do you have no idea who I am? Who you are challenging?”

"I do not know and I do not care!" She retorted back at him just as viciously. “Gods, men are annoying!”

He smiled. “And women are intriguing.”

She pursed her lips and soon enough she says, “What do you actually know of women, ser?”

‘That I like them.” He replies, he takes the hand with the dull knife. “But I can show you once you let this go.”

Her face contorted in disgust. “Do not ruin my day for me. Let me go! I want to remove this hook and move on with my life.”

"Put the knife away first and then we can talk about such a thing."

"Can you leave me alone and let me do what I can?"

"Daemon, let her be!" The kinder man commanded the tall man's brutish figure.Mellara watched as he gritted his teeth and backed away. "There is no need. After all, this is a public space. She is free to fish whenever she wants.”

"My, you speak like the prince of Dragonstone you are."

"The Prince of Dragonstone?" Mellara paused, and it hit her at the moment. Everything suddenly made sense. "Daemon?..."

A loud audible gasp was released from her, gazing at the two. It was them. Eyes widened, her fear and horror rushed through her all at once. She could not move. Immediately so, the knife fell to the ground.  At that moment, she could not help but do what she had to. She could have possibly just commited treason against her princely cousins. Mellara felt like her eyes were weakening, almost as though glass was pressed against the lilac gaze. Shaking in fear and red-faced, she did what she could at the time. Quickly releasing her fishing rod, the lady took what was left of her kit and ran as fast as she could. Daemon smirked, turning to his brother with crossed arms. Viserys Targaryen sighed, shaking his head.

"Are you alright?" he inquired as his brother retrieved a knife from his saddle and cut his clothing free from the hook.

"I am fine." He gave his brother a nod. "But I fear she will not be."

Daemon laughed, climbing back atop his horse. "She’s intriguing."

"Must you antagonize her like that, brother?" Viserys shook his head. "How will she face you now, at court? You scared her.”

"With the same fire she had a while ago," Daemon reassures his brother. “My acting will not deter her.”

"You say that so surely."

“She has that will. I like it, brother.” Daemon nodded his head, a smirk upon his lips. "I want her. No, I will have her. Soon enough.”

Viserys let his lips curl into a line. "What do you go on about?"

"Nothing." Daemon laughs, riding ahead.

Viserys wants to ask, but he does not get to.

He clearly heard what he had said.

Daemon Targaryen will get what he wants.

Even if she does not remember him, he does.

Viserys Targaryen prays for all to be well.

May the gods heed his prayers.

[awellboiledicicle]

Got another dream based oc... which means new skyrim character.

Her name is Risti, shes a young altmer/nord that grew up in the Companions alongside Vilkas and Farkas. Tilma the haggard is her aunt on her mother's side, with her altmer family down south.

Her main job in the hall is to cook and occasionally, serve as the live in alchemist. It's mostly a hobby, but the companions would rather down a potion from their friend than someone else. She also practices restoration magic, but keeps it super on the down low as to not freak out the twins. The side effects of her alchemy knowledge are that she can make a roast that heals your fatigue or any sore spots.. and it'll smell good too.

The story so far is she went south to visit her family for a bit and got caught in the ambush by mistake. Insisting she was a citizen of whiterun and worked for the companions got her nowhere, and then the Intro Happened. Naturally she rushes back to Whiterun and nearly cries when she sees Aela, Ria and Farkas take down the giant bc "oh thank the divines, my friends--"

Shes able with a sword and armor from her upbringing, but adventuring was not her thing. It becomes her thing and then she kills a dragon. So that's neat. And eats its soul. Neato. Great. Wonderful.

Ends up showing up to Kodlak like "I want to formally join the companions. Dragons are back and I appearantly am dragon born so I need to be able to kill them and I need shield siblings."

Vilkas promptly knocks her on her ass with his shield in the yard, but she recovers well enough. Farkas has to show her how to move in her new steel armor though. It helps he knows how she made it, and is the one who taught her smithing basics since it's a hobby of his. Not one he does much with, given their equipment is handled for them, but he knows what he's talking about.

Shes very much "I got this because I have to have this" while also being a v sweet person.

She loves the companions very much and the story progression is going to make her a ball of rage

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[Sat opposite me is none other then The Commander himself. We are in my office; surrounded by stacks of notebooks and stationary, this is no battlefield and it's clear The Commander is currently out of his depth.

I will admit I was shocked when he agreed to an interview; the Commander is infamously secretive about his private life and personal affairs, and there are terrible rumours about his foul temper and monstrous appearance. Sat opposite me however, is a young, world-weary man]

Exclusive interview continues under the Read More...

Let's start with some introductory questions, can you introduce yourself?

[There's a pause before he finally speaks, he's surprisingly soft spoken.] My name's Alec. [He looks at me, and I have to prompt him for more] Oh I see. Uh people refer to me as the Commander, but I'm, not really? I don't, well I don't belong to the Pact anymore? But apparently the title stuck. And I just, end up helpin' with stuff still. [He shifts uncomfortably, and I need to know what brought him to my office today, why he's changed his mind before I continue with the more personal questions.]

So, Commander, what's changed? Why an interview now? After refusing to talk to any journalists for so long, what caused this change of heart?

[There's a another long pause.] Well, I mean...a couple of people told me it might be...good for appearances, to you know talk to one of you people, instead of just... lettin' everyone make stuff up about me all the time. [I assume he means the rumours that make up most of his public perception - like the idea his mouth is full of flesh-tearing fangs- which I can now confirm to be false. He may have pointed fangs but they are small, and he seems more interested in gnawing at his own lip.] Oh, uh and you can just call me Alec I guess.

Well thank you for choosing to speak to me Comman-Alec, now lets move onto the more personal stuff; what is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status?

[This seems to catch him off guard.] That, that is kind of, personal. [He grimaces and draws his arm tightly across his chest. "You said you didn't want people to make stuff up about you anymore, why don't you tell people so they know the real you."] I, well, ok. [He gives a defeated sigh but it seems I've swayed him around for now at least] Uh I'm a guy and I like other men. And, uh, there, might be someone. He's...[Alec mulls over his words for a minute, the "fearsome" fangs nibbling at his own mouth again] well he's like, there's a connection? It's hard to explain. ["You've just disappointed many potential suitors I suspect!" At this he lets out a surprised laugh, as if he can't believe what I said. "Is this potential someone your fearsome companion you've been rumoured to be spotted with? With fangs and horns even greater then your own?" At this he frowns, folding his arm in again.] He's not fearsome he's just, well he's great. [I've clearly struck a nerve so I choose to move on.]

Where and when were you born?

[Another one-armed shrug.] Dunno. Some small place. Don't remember it, don't care. And uh, I'm like, well I think I'm twenty? Something like that I don't know my birthday. I think it's in Winter. [At this it was mine turn to let out an incredulous laugh - which I admit was unprofessional of me. "I knew you seemed young but, only twenty? That's, you've done a lot for someone so young." There's another, lengthier pause.] S'pose so. [He doesn't comment on this further.]

Here's something you should know plenty about! What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

[He narrows his eyes at me, and then tilts his head thoughtfully. For a moment I thought he was going to demonstrate his magical capabilities I've heard so much about but then he simply shakes his head, a if deciding against it.] Magic. People don't like it. ["Yes I've heard the rumours of your powerful necromancy, as well as the tales of you being able to transform-" He cuts me off] I fight with magic. [Again I've struck another nerve, but I don't blame him. The rumour-mill has been particularly unkind to this young man, and it's no secret how many people view darker aspects of magic unfavourably.]

Lastly, for these introduction questions, are you happy?

[We sit there in silence for several minutes, and it seems he has no answer for me. I decide to move on quickly.]

Let's move onto the people in your life! What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

Uh, I don't. Well my family is, well she's a baker. We grew up together. And V-my... partner? [He catches himself, clearly trying to protect keep them anonymous.] I don't have any other family I guess. But, I'd do anythin' to keep them safe. [I don't push further but it's clear the Commander's family means as much to him as the next person. Something the rumours have lead people to believe is not the case.]

Have you ever ran away from home?

Yeah. When I was a kid. My friend - the baker. We left together. it was better after that. [Alec doesn't elaborate further to begin with, before realising he's only told me part of it.] From an orphanage I mean - it's the same ol' story about kids losin' family to the Risen then being taken into care when I was a baby. We hated it. We got old enough. We ran away.

You mentioned you have a partner, this mysterious V. Would you consider marriage or having children?

[Alec's demeanour almost doesn't change, but I've not spend years in journalism and not learnt how to read people. This question has clearly flustered the young commander.] Uhh, that's, kind of personal. I don't think about stuff like that? I, well it's just nice having someone around more now. [I was about to move on before he interrupts.] But, kids are good, if, I think I'd have liked too, if things had been different.

Let's talk about some juicy gossip! Do you secretly hate one of your friend?

What? [This clearly catches him off-guard, before letting out a bitter laugh.] No. I haven't got enough of those to secretly hate one of 'em. Plenty of people have made it clear how much they hate me though. I wouldn't be surprised if more of them secretly hated me too. [Another short pause, he shifts in his seat and I catch a peek at the small wings sticking out oh his back.] I'm too tired to hate any of them, especially secretly.

I see, so which friend knows everything about you?

[Almost subconsciously he touches his horns, they are short, stubby things.] I don't think, I have- maybe the two I mentioned earlier know the most. It's hard to talk about things. ["Hmm I'd picked up on that." At this he laughs, the minor tension that had started building up eased slightly.] Yeah I'm not great at words and stuff.

The next set of questions are asked my fans! Are you literate? Have you been to school?

Fans? [He shakes his head in disbelief before leaning back in his chair, hair obscuring his face slightly.] The orphanage wasn't much for teachin'. Next question. [I resist the urge to press further.]

The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

[He seems to spend some time thinking this one over before shaking his head.] Dunno. I guess I just assume most of the people I meet won't stick around long enough to be friends and...well I guess in a way they don't get to stick around I've....I've lost a lot of people. I guess that counts right? [He laughs slightly at this, but it isn't a happy one. Even the commander, who is oft described as cold is clearly affected by the ongoing tragedies he seeks to help stop.]

What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

I don't think I realised Sylvari could glow for like, ages. [He puts his hand up to his face slightly but he smiles slightly as he speaks, and it's only now I've realised he's without his infamous blind-fold. I mention this but he shrugs it off.] I still 'ave it. I just, don't want to wear it right now.

Do you have mental health or physical issues?

[He waves the stump of his missing arm, bandages still visible. Everyone's already heard about the fight against the fearsome Jungle dragon that cost him his arm, as well as the Marshall of The Pact .] Does this count? [He makes no mention of his mental health so I try to press further.] I'm fine.

What is your current main goal?

[Alec shakes his head, before shrugging again.] I'm not gonna talk about stuff like that, in case it puts people at risk, it's, well it's stuff that needs doing to help people.

Let's move onto something easy! Some choices! Drink or food?

Food. I like cooking. ["Really? The famous Commander, known and feared on the battlefield, enjoys being in a kitchen?" He smiles slightly and nods.] It's just nice y'know. I like making things a lot.

Cats or dogs?

Cats. Their senses are easier to see through and they can fit in smaller places. [Before I can ask what he means he continues.] I would like a pet one too I think.

Early bird or night owl?

I prefer getting up early, it means I have longer in the day to get stuff done.

Optimist or pessimist?

[He frowns again.] Don't know. I don't think things are ever gonna go very well. [He merely shrugs when I point out that he sounds like a pessimist.]

Sassy or sarcastic?

I wouldn't say I'm either to be honest. ["There have been reports from Queen Jenna's courts that you have been known to make the occasional sarcastic, scathing remark."] Well there are also reports I've got a huge dragon tail but that don't make it true either. [I don't point out that dry remark he made.]

You'll be pleased Alec, we are finally finishing up! Finally it's time for some "Have you evers". Lets start with have you ever been caught sneaking out?

Nope. I used to be unnoticeable, though, that's changed a...little. [He gestures to himself in what I am assuming is reference to his small wings and horns] Like I said earlier though, magic.

Broke a bone?

Nope not that either. ["Really? With your work on the field and from the battles I've heard, you've truly never broken a bone?] I guess that's just the one thing I got goin' for me I guess.

Received flowers?

I don't think so? Wait yeah maybe but they are from people I don't really know as thanks which is nice I guess- I give 'em to...my baker friend coz she likes to display them in her shop.

Ghosted someone?

[There's another pause, it seemed he'd been slowly getting used to speaking to me but this one has him quiet again.] Not....intentionally. Keepin' in contact is hard when you're constantly travelling. And writing is... not one of my greatest talents.

Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get?

Uhh to be honest I probably wouldn't realise it was a joke sometimes', and if I did and I don't get it then maybe they should have told a better joke. [He shrugs and I can't help but laugh at his honesty]

[There you have it readers, an EXCLUSIVE interview with the feared Commander himself. Nothing like the rumours who describe him as "The Beast", The Commander is just another war-weary fighter trying to do what's right.]

Thank you @the-mystic-dragon for tagging me this was so much fun to write! (Even if it took like, an hour, and I massively changed the format XD) This is written as if it's around mid to late lws3 and before PoF as well as in the au with Vasche! Vasche is @resonatingfern's wonderful character and Alec's "mysterious partner" in this. In terms of tagging, if ya wanna do one go ahead! Though I did change the format quite a bit oops XD

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That Commander vs commander post has me on chaeacter brain again, so - can i get a fun fact about each of yours? Or maybe how they diverge from or relate to the canon storyline Commander?

A!!! :V

Thank u for this, please enjoy 11 good facts and deviations 💖💖💖 I will say up top this'll be general to the characters, not addressing npc deaths/survival cause otherwise this'll get too long lmao

LAIGHE

She has followed the plot closest of all my commanders, with what have been changes between the lines. A longer or shorter break here and there (the whole process leading up to forming the pact took years, she's a secondborn), and still holding the title of Pact Commander. Still has all the Pact resources and works closely with Logan! There's also her War Eternal incident before Aurene was revived and her accidental immortality from PoF, and well...her first real plot deviation has truly occurred in EoD, which I'd be happy to share in its own post eventually ^^

RUAN HUO

The main differences here are from PoF! You see, Balthazar kills the Commander, yes, and the journey to find who you are is immense. However, that journey didn't lead back to a body as intended. They woke up as a weapon, a new Commander for Balthazar to replace the one they killed. Their movements were not their own, their armor had been replaced...they watched the destruction caused through their strength as Balthazar commanded his new herald. Even now they bear permanent signs of that control, eyes and guardian fire the bright red brilliance of Balthazar's flames.

JOEL HEISTER

This one's a deviation babyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!! Joel dies in HoT, like straight up it dies. And it is only through an immense amount of panic and sheer will to live that it's able to circumvent its fate. Grasping tight to its connection to its pet smokescale, Joel survived in a new body. The team has helped hide this secret, Joel can still bounce back into its original body like something akin to possession. But that body can not be killed, and this sure has had repercussions throughout the plot! A God failing to kill it, a lich king noticing how empty it actually is, a certain dragon seeing free real estate...and a little void seeping in through the cracks

VUISCE

Ohhhhh they fuckin deviate! Their plot is nowhere near canon and this would get far too long if I listed it all. Suffice to say: the pact hates them vehemently, many people fear them, and their team is 80% reformed elder dragons and 10% companions who should be dead lmao

MATTHIAS REYES

Oh Matthias...his plot deviation came before the plot even started, and he's been hiding it ever since. On the surface he certainly follows canon plot, his facade as a noble born in Divinity's Reach, his rising through the ranks of the Vigil until he's recommended by Logan to be Pact Commander. (Co-commander really, with @ascalonianpicnic 's Aildyn) But half of that is a lie. He's no noble, he's not from the city, he wouldn't even register as a legal citizen truly. He was born a bandit, and there's quite the hefty bounty on his head from his "family" since he left. The Pact is simply his latest hiding place.

ROIBIRD

Most of his deviations are character survival lmao! But he also differs in his health. Roibird has a degenerative tissue disease and makes most of his own mobility aids. Any big plot fights are handled mostly by his team and fighting tools he makes for himself.

TAOMESIN

Poor Tao has had the meanest plot changes I've made to a Commander, over and over again. They were born *during* Scarlet's whole deal, and actually joined the plot in lws2 just under one year into existing! Unfortunately, they joined a plot with a Commander who's AWFUL and quickly took advantage of this kid. From torture to ensure they werent mordrem, to experimenting with the effects of bloodstone, it's been a few very very rough years...but he's gone now, Tao holds the title of their old abuser. And they will do better, they promise. They are Aurene's second champion.

KAI

Kai's plot also mainly deviates in character deaths and survivals lol, but she does have a few small changes from the jump! Born in a family of proud imperators, she was bred to be the perfect soldier and groomed to be a perfect eventual leader. However, this conditioning has problems, and she fled in disgrace with a bounty for her head following her everywhere. Until she proved herself to Trahearne, on a chance encounter, and he asked her to join his cause. It's been an interesting time for her. She's not Aurene's champion, Caithe is.

CARA FEALLTACH

Oh Cara...my beloved villain AU✨ They're a courtier, and don't hide that fact, which fucks with a LOT of the plot! They're also not Aurene's champion, but Vlast's, Aurene's brother who they saved for just this purpose.

HASTIGI

She's half-Jotun! I'm still figuring out her plot, but right off the bat she's from a plotline where Norn are more an offshoot of Jotun than a completely different species. Over the years there's been divergent evolution, ever since the last Elder Dragon awakening wiped most Jotun out. So here she is!

CALL

Now, she's been a fun exercise. And while I've posted about her before, she's only just now becoming a Commander (and I'm at picture limit rip lmao). She was meant to be Commander, she was given her Wd Hunt in the Dream. But...something went wrong. Everything went dark, a glitch in the system. Her pod broke connection from the Dream and forced her into the world early and silent. It hasn't been "fixable" though she grew tired of hearing she was broken in the first place. The Dream handed her Hunt to another, robbing her of what little purpose she tried to cling to. Instead, she's wandered the world trying to fill that void with purpose...until she ran into a problem she couldn't handle alone, and had to swallow her pride and call on Commander Mar (also ascalonianpicnic's lmao), the sylvari who "stole" her life. Post-EoD, Call will be picking up the mantle of Commander from Mar!

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Dragon Age OC as a Companion: Revka Cadash

Trend started by @little-lightning-lavellan it’s an amazing one and I had such fun with it! Thank you for the template!

This will be under a cut, because ohhhhhh my, there’s a lot here <3

This is also on AO3!

Is your OC a Companion in the Dragon Age series? What would it be like for a player to select them to join their party for quests (or romance them, perhaps? 👀) 

You have selected Revka Cadash to join your party!

Race: Dwarf 

Affiliation: Carta 

Gender: Female

Class: Rogue/Archer

Specialization: artificer

 Background

Revka Cordelia Cadash (born 8:95 Blessed) is a dwarven rogue and businesswoman. She is a companion and a potential romance option for a male human, dwarf, or qunari Inquisitor in Dragon Age: Inquisition.

Revka is a member of the many-membered Cadash Clan, and daughter of Brygida ‘Cookie’ Cadash and Artur ‘Archie’ Cadash. She has an older brother, Tavi, as well as numerous cousins, including Edric ‘Dasher’ Cadash, the head of the Ferelden Carta.  

Revka grew up in the company of her rambunctious cousins, and thus views them like brothers and sisters. It’s common for Cadashes to play tricks and pull pranks on each other as a way to show affection, as is evidenced in the short story ‘Flapping in the Breeze.’ Some of Revka’s favorite pranks include spiking food with chili oil, switching people’s beverages, hiding belongings, and breaking into ‘private’ things such as journals, desk contents, or that box of cookies under the bed.  

Revka made a name for herself in the Carta accompanying her mother and cousins on patrol as a teen. Her deadly accuracy with a bow earned her the nickname ‘Hawkeye;’ her duties quickly expanded to include ‘problem-solving’ for the Carta, her solutions ranging from assassinations, blackmail, and negotiating contracts, to smuggling, and forgeries. Her successful business plans and battle tactics made her a valuable asset to the Carta.

In 9:13 Dragon, Revka married Iwan Feddic, a member of the merchant caste and a Cadash client in Ostwick. She helped her husband run his international shipping business, a venture she took over after his untimely death. When Dasher’s wife, Darya, died at the hands of the Orlesian Carta, Revka returned to Ferelden to help her cousin raise his five children, turning over the Ostwicker affairs to her brother, Tavi.

When the Cadashes eliminated a rival Carta branch in Kirkwall, they sent Artur Cadash to oversee operations in the city. 22-year-old Revka volunteered to accompany him, becoming her father’s second in command. Once arrived in Kirkwall, she helped him found Graywater Imports, an import/export company functioning as a storefront for both legal and illegal goods. She is a prominent member of the Cadash Carta branch in Kirkwall, often dealing with the Dwarven Merchant Guild and Varric Tethras.

Romance with Varric Tethras

Shortly after Revka arrived in Kirkwall, she met the young Varric Tethras. What began as mixing business with pleasure became a romantic entanglement that lasted until Tethras met the talented smith Bianca Davri, and broke off with Revka for Bianca. As much as Revka wanted to cut all ties with him, she maintained their business relationship… and an unrequited, one-sided love for the deshyr prince.

Involvement

A special mission at the War Table will unlock a quest at Kirkwall’s Docks, ‘Ten Shades of Graywater,’ in which the Inquisitor will receive a mysterious anonymous letter inviting them to the coast to discuss a purveyor/supplier contract for the Inquisition. The Inquisitor will arrive in a seemingly abandoned alley, but is ambushed by Coterie thugs. After the enemies are slain, Revka can be engaged in conversation.

If Varric is in the party, he will be surprised to see Revka. It’s revealed that they know each other through various business ventures, and are old acquaintances… although the weighted, bitter quality of Revka’s answers imply that their relationship is more complicated than Varric had said.

Upon further questioning, Revka pitches her business proposal: wholesale lyrium for the Inquisition’s mages or Templars, with access to the Cadash Family’s network of spies, businesses, and Carta members for Inquisition purposes. Her only condition is that her family obtains an industry monopoly, becoming the sole provider of lyrium for the Inquisition and Southern Thedas.

Revka can be found near the archery targets and training dummies in Haven. Once the Inquisition relocates to Skyhold, Revka spends time training in the courtyard, in Skyhold’s main hall talking to Varric, or in the rookery, spoiling her messenger crow, Cipher, with treats. Dialogue options will reveal that she uses the bird keep in contact with her family and business associates.

 Approval and Romance

Revka can be romanced by a male Inquisitor of any race, and will jokingly comment on the height differences if romanced by a qunari, elf, or human. A Cadash inquisitor of either gender can unlock Carta-specific dialogue. Revka is guarded at first, giving out only generic information about her family, but with some persistent questioning the Inquisitor can wear her down. Depending on dialogue choices, the conversation can end with the Cadashes exchanging stories of ‘colorful’ family members and an approval gain.

   Revka takes a more pragmatic view on politics: she supports whoever pays the most, and sells lyrium to both the Templars and mages without discrimination. Upon learning the truth behind the events Redcliffe, however, she is dismayed to learn what her products enabled. Traveling to Redcliffe with Revka in the party will trigger her personal quest ‘Scales Fall from Her Eyes.’ (this quest will trigger after the Inquisition relocates to Skyhold if the player sided with the Templars)

Revka approves of Inquisitors who are tenacious, calculating/far-sighted, and does what is best for the majority. She believes that the end justifies the mean, sanctioning death only as a last resort. She approves of bold plans, investigating all aspects of a quest before making a decision, and an Inquisitor who makes jokes (especially puns). Her sense of justice changes as the player completes more of her personal quests. She will approve of charitable acts and kindness as the game progresses and her personal beliefs change.

Revka’s romance can be initiated through the conventional method flirting and conversation. During the quest ‘Scales Fall from Her Eyes,’ the Inquisitor has an opportunity to embrace Revka, leading to a kiss.

If Revka is not romanced by an Inquisitor, she can enter a relationship with Varric Tethras, but only if the Inquisitor assists in reconciling the two ex-lovers. Revka’s romantic past with Varric is hinted at in party banter if both are present, the two bickering with each other. This series of quests are available post-arrival at Skyhold, and has conditional dialogue for certain scenarios.

Revka gets along well with Dorian and Cassandra, bonding with them over their mutual love of books. It’s revealed that the three of them have an unofficial ‘book club’ going on, where they read various novels and comment on them in party banter. Revka also gets along well with Sera, bonding over pulling pranks in Haven and Skyhold. She makes a special bond with Leliana over nugs, owning a nug, herself.

Revka does not trust Solas from the moment she meets him, stating he knows too much, and is fond of talking without saying anything. She also suspects Blackwall of hiding something.

Companion Quests

Scales Fall from Her Eyes

After the events of Redcliffe, the Inquisitor will receive a note from Revka to meet her at the abandoned cabin outside Haven. Or, if the player sided with the Templars, this will trigger once the Inquisition relocates to Skyhold. At the meeting, she will share her guilt and horror at what occurred. She questions her personal beliefs, and offers an apology with the promise to amend her family’s business practices. After this quest, Revka is more empathetic, approving of selfless and charitable acts, whereas before she’d disapprove.

At the end of the quest, the Inquisitor has an opportunity to embrace Revka, which can lead to a kiss, if desired.

Varric’s Quest in Valammar

Revka can be found beside the fireplace in the main hall, arguing with Varric over the contents of a particular letter. Upon investigation, the Inquisitor learns that Revka has broken into the locked box in which Varric keeps his correspondence, which she claims he’s done to her on multiple occasions over the years. He neither denies nor confirms the accusation. Revka demands to know why Varric is still in contact with ‘that woman,’ declares she won’t set foot in the main hall until his ‘guest’ is gone, and leaves, demanding the Inquisitor ‘talk some sodding sense into him.’

This leads into Varric’s quests with Bianca Davri, and some cutting comments from Bianca calling Revka a ‘sore loser.’ Varric comes to Revka’s defense, much to the Inquisitor’s surprise.

If the Inquisitor takes Revka to Valammar, she disapproves and will grouse all the way there, cutting snide remarks whenever Varric says something. She becomes jealous during Bianca and Varric’s reminiscing, interjecting and muttering. Her anger only grows as the quest proceeds, Revka calling out Bianca for her selfish, pragmatic methods and carelessness. Once Inquisitor concludes the quest, Revka declares she needs some air, and says she’ll meet the Inquisitor at the nearest inquisition camp later.

Upon arrival at the campsite, a scout reports that Revka never returned to camp. The Inquisitor must search the nearby area; eventually, they find Revka injured after being ambushed by bandits (the Inquisitor and the party must defeat them in order for the quest to proceed).

If Varric is present, he will be upset, demanding to know why she would be so foolish as to wander around alone. Revka half-jokes, claiming how surprised she is that Varric cares about her safety, after all these years. Varric’s expression visibly shifts. The Inquisitor arranges for her immediate medical care, but it’s too serious a wound for her to remain out in the field. After this point, Revka is unavailable as a companion until after the Inquisitor returns to Skyhold.

Once the Inquisitor returns, they will find Varric in the central courtyard, pacing outside the infirmary/medical tents. The medic will inform the Inquisitor that Varric hasn’t left since Revka’s arrival, but refuses to go inside to see her. Selecting Varric for a conversation will show he can’t bear to face her after what happened at Valammar; he feels especially guilty, knowing that she got hurt in an attempt to calm down after the encounter. The Inquisitor can remind Varric that his apology should be to Revka, not them. To trigger their romance, the Inquisitor can encourage him to visit Revka and share his feelings.

If the Inquisitor visits her instead, they will gain high approval with her, and further unlock romance scenes. After the visit in the tent, Revka will invite the Inquisitor to her quarters to personally ‘thank’ him. The Inquisitor can choose to accept her proposition, or refuse. Depending on choice, Revka may sleep with the Inquisitor. There is an option to break relations off with Revka the morning after.

 Revka’s Family

Revka’s war table missions mostly revolve around business opportunities she’s scouted out for the Inquisition throughout Thedas. Some of these are triggered through conversations with Revka in the rookery or throughout Skyhold. Completing quests from her cousin Jon in Tevinter will reveal Venatori camps on all game-maps, and will reduce the cooldown time on war table quests dealing with Venatori in general.

Revka’s cousin, Czibor, can be encountered in the Hissing Wastes hunting Venatori. Accompanying xem in eliminating a Venatori camp can lead to xir recruitment as an Inquisition agent.

The Trouble with Tavi

After the quest Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts, Revka will ask to meet the Inquisitor, requesting their assistance in a matter of life or death. She reveals that she’s received a letter from the Orlesian Carta, stating their displeasure at the Inquisitor’s choice of ruler, since they’re encroaching on the Orlesian Carta’s operations. They know Revka and the Cadash family has been helping the Inquisition, and threaten to exact revenge. She’d thought it an empty threat until her brother Tavi stopped replying to her letters. Upon investigation, it’s revealed that the Orlesian Carta kidnapped Tavi and have hid him at their base in Val Royeaux. Revka asks the Inquisitor for assistance.

Should the Inquisitor refuse Revka, she will greatly disapprove, stating that her brother’s more important that the Inquisitor’s ‘sodding principles,’ and leave the Inquisition to save him. She will not be available again until later in the game (post Adamant), when a war table mission will appear from Tavi in Ostwick, stating that Revka saved him and has returned to Kirkwall. She is still very offended, and is considering terminating the Cadash business contracts with the Inquisition. He urges the Inquisitor to please make her reconsider, citing the monetary gain the contracts net him but also Revka’s hurt (note: the letter will also reference a romanced Varric, asking the Inquisitor to enlist his help). The Inquisitor has the choice to make up with Revka and invite her back, or leave her be.  

Should the Inquisitor choose to help Revka, she will greatly approve and travel with the Inquisitor to Val Royeaux. Varric—regardless of the romance status—will also express interest in coming, but bringing him along is not required. Revka will be touched by his offer, regardless.

The meeting place mentioned in the Carta’s letter is an abandoned oil warehouse at the docks. Inside, the companions note the derelict condition of the place. The further they travel into the warehouse, following a trail of blood, the smell of rancid oil grows stronger. In a storeroom, there is a lone dead dwarf bearing a note, a man Revka recognizes as Tavi’s second in command in Ostwick. If the Inquisitor can find Tavi before time runs out, the note says, they’re welcome to him. As the Inquisitor reads the note aloud, a shadow darts in the periphery; the door slams shut, locking them in. A torch is thrown in through a window, setting the spilled oil on fire.

The Inquisitor may, through a series of dialogue choices, decide to rescue Tavi or leave him to his fate, opting to escape. If the Inquisitor chooses to escape and leave Tavi behind, Revka will greatly disapprove, running off to find him herself. If she is romanced by Varric, he will also greatly disapprove, stating that they should go after Revka. If the Inquisitor chooses this route, they can still save Revka and Tavi. Otherwise, the two Cadashes are not seen again, supposedly perishing in the fire. Revka will then be unavailable as a companion for the remainder of the game.  

The mission to save Tavi is time-sensitive, with several endings: should the Inquisitor take too long to escape or find Tavi, the warehouse will collapse on them, killing everyone. The timer, separated into quarters, is marked by sections of the roof collapsing: escaping by the third collapse will guarantee the party’s safety. Escaping post-third collapse can result in a 50% chance of the roof collapsing on the party: if this occurs, Revka pushes either her love interest or her brother out of the way of a falling beam, sacrificing herself for their safety. The mission then ends with the party barely escaping in time, mourning the loss of their lover and/or friend.

Pranks

Various pranks around Skyhold and Haven are attributed to Revka via ambient dialogue and party banter. If the approval rate is high enough, Inquisitor has an opportunity to join Revka in pulling pranks around Skyhold post-Adamant. She claims that she’d like to cheer everyone up, and would like the Inquisitor’s help.

Prank 1: sneak into the kitchen and switch the sugar out for salt in a cake.

Prank 2: paint a smiley face on the back of a sleeping Solas’s head

Prank 3: Rearrange Vivienne’s furniture

Prank 4: Distract Varric so she can steal his letters and replace them with scrambled riddles

A cutscene follows, showing a crowd standing at the base of a flagpole the morning after. Revka pushes through the crowd, gasping: someone has nailed her frilly blue panties to the pole. Varric is seen leaning against a column, howling with laughter. Revka pulls a face at him and scowls, but eventually ends up laughing, too. (Note: this is inspired by the short story ‘Flapping in the Breeze’)

Trespasser

If Revka left or died during the events of the game, she will not be at the Winter Palace. Otherwise, there are several outcomes as to what she’s been doing…

If she romanced Varric, she returned to Kirkwall and is his lover

If she romanced the Inquisitor, she stayed alongside him as an Inquisition agent

If she did not romance anyone, she returned to Kirkwall

There is an option to marry Revka as a romanced Inquisitor, or urge her to marry Varric. If she marries, her brother Tavi and a recruited cousin Czibor may attend the ceremony.

 Combat comments

Kills an enemy

And stay dead!

Sodding nughumper, good riddance.        

Low Health

A little help would be lovely!

Oh shit. Not good.

Atredum na satolva! Toss me a health potion,     will you?

I’m too old for this…        

Low Health (Companions)

(The Inquisitor) Inquisitor!

(The Inquisitor - if romanced) Hold on, love!

(Varric, unromanced) Varric, you don’t look so     good...

(Varric, if romanced) Oh shit, don’t you dare die on     me.  

(Sera) Can someone check on Sera, please?

(Cassandra) Cass! Wait!

(Dorian) Dorian needs help!

Location comments

(Approaching Camp) Ahhh! Home sweet tent. 

(When collecting a shard) Ooh! I wonder how much it’d fetch at market.

Storm Coast

(sighs) They ought to call this place the ‘Soggy Coast,’ or the ‘Sopping Coast.’  My socks are soaked through to my boots.

Fallow Mire

The bugs will drain you dry before the undead will. Nug-humping bastards keep biting me…

Anyone else feel eyes watching you from the shadows?

Hinterlands

(Laughs) You know, back when I was running jobs for the Carta, I would get so lost here in the Hinterlands. Good to know things haven’t changed.

Don’t go near there; bears love that place. I learned that the hard way…

(at Witchwood) Ah, the Which-Witch-is-Which-Wood. Da would warn my brother and I about this place when were children.

The Hissing Wastes

I have sand in places I never knew existed.

Why my cousin had to choose to hunt Venatori in the ass-end of nowhere is beyond me…

Emprise du Lion

(scoffs) Snow. Snow. More sodding snow. I’m up to my tits in the stuff.

We don’t get snow like this in Kirkwall.

(on seeing a snowfleur) Ooh, look! Fluffy nugs! Can I take one home? Lucky could use a friend.

Emerald Graves

I…I heard the reason why this place is called the Emerald Graves. Such a tragic story.

I didn’t expect such greenery this far south, to be honest.

Exalted Plains

(shivers) You can feel the sorrow in this place.

 Companion Comments

Blackwall: “Rev? She’s a bit… unnerving, to be honest. Never smiles, glares holes in the side of your head. Offered to sell my carvings in Denerim, though: two sovereigns apiece. I swear she could sell water to a fish, that woman…”

Varric: “(Laughs) Hawkeye and I go way back. Don’t let her innocent face fool you: she’ll bleed you dry at Wicked Grace if you let her. Learned some of my best tricks from her—Don’t…erm. Don’t tell her that.”

OR

“Do you know how Hawkeye got her name? She shot a fly from across a room, once. Still don’t know how she did it.”

(If Inquisitor romanced Revka) Hawkeye’s a sweet girl, under all the Carta bullshit. I’m glad she has you; she deserves some happiness in her life.”

(If romances Revka): “I know they say don’t mix business with pleasure, but I get all the best discounts at Graywater Imports, now. You want anything? I think they’re running a sale on Antivan leather, at the moment.”

OR

“She’s probably upstairs feeding Cipher, knowing her. Or taking another order for Dagna; buys crafting supplies like candy, that one.”

Sera: “Rev’s fun, not all stuffy just ‘cause she’s someone back home, yeah? Takes jokes well. Can’t shoot for shit, though…”

Cole: Ash, steel, gray, withering inside at the sight of him smiling at her. Don’t look back, you’re not going that way; old coals don’t rekindle. It bleeds under her armor, but she can’t bandage the wound. I want to help. (if she romances Varric) but he helped her feel whole again. (if she romances the Inquisitor) but you helped her feel whole again.

Solas: “Is it wise to allow a known member of the Carta in our ranks? She actively seeks information and passes it along to her superiors.”

OR

“Do tell Mistress Cadash that if she breaks into my desk one more time, I shall ward the drawers to set her on fire. I can tolerate harmless pranks, but one thing I cannot abide is liars who snoop.”

Iron Bull: “They say still waters run deep, and she’s no exception. She might appear all laughs and smiles, but that woman knows exactly what she’s doing. Don’t underestimate her.”

Dorian: “Ah, my darling Rev: she has excellent taste in literature and baked goods.” (if she romances Varric) “And dwarven merchant princes.”

Cassandra: “I doubted her intentions, at first, but she has proven herself quite useful to the Inquisition. If you see her, tell her to return my book, will you? She ‘borrowed’ a week ago, and I want to know what happens to the poor Guard Captain.”

Vivienne: “Mistress Cadash would do quite well at court; she understands the Game surprisingly well for one who’s not a courtier. Too strong from the onset, however: the idea is to gain a person’s trust, not frighten them into submission.”

Cullen: “I knew Mistress Cadash back in Kirkwall; I’d frequent Graywater Imports often. They carry three kinds of hair pomade there, did you know?”

Josephine: “Mistress Cadash has many useful connections throughout Thedas; I’m pleased she offers them to us so freely. But then, we’re making her a rich woman with all the business contracts. Quid pro quo, as the Tevinters say.”

Leliana: “Rev is a shrewd woman, fierce and good at her craft. Did you know that she has a pet nug in Kirkwall? She always has something for the birds when she comes here; I like her.”

 Trivia

It’s said that the young Varric Tethras wrote his  first novel, The Dasher’s Men, about Edric Cadash, Revka’s cousin. The femme fatale who assists the hero of the tale, Revka, is heavily inspired by Varric’s lover at the time, Revka Cadash. An autographed copy of The Dasher’s Men can be found in the rookery, where Revka sits.  

Revka adores cookies, and has been trying to get the secret brandy snap recipe off of her cousin, Edric, for years. She has tried everything  from recipe book publisher scams to impersonating the Viscount of Kirkwall’s chef to obtain the recipe

In party banter, Revka will mention her nug, Lucky, which, according to the short story, she won  during a rather raucous evening of Wicked Grace.

When Revka isn’t reading, answering correspondence, or training, she enjoys baking, sewing, and embroidery.

Despite being an adept businesswoman, Revka is terrible at bookkeeping, and will often complain about it to Varric… sometimes enlisting him to do it, with a bribe of cookies.