#when fire meets ice

[delilah1990]

WHEN FIRE MEETS ICE

PAIRING:  Rhaenyra x Northern! Reader

SUMMARY:  Y/N comes from a small house in the North. By chance she finds herself in the capital, where she becomes fast friends with princess Rhaenyra. 

ADDITIONAL COMMENTS:  Alternate Universe. There will be slight Rhaenyra x Harwin Strong, Rhaenyra x Daemon Targaryen, and Norther! Reader x Cregan Stark.

WARNINGS:  Angst, character death, fluff, slight abuse, smut, and violence

WORD COUNT:  5,783

Part 1 of Fire and Ice

If someone had told Y/N that she would someday find herself in the Capital, she would have thought it a joke. Though she came from a noble house, it was a small house non the less. Nobles from small houses like hers did not find themselves in King’s Landing, yet the carriage she was in was drawing nearer to its gates. Her father did not tell her or her brother why they were summoned to the capital, only that they were, and they were to be on their best behavior.

Y/N could not help but to stare in wonder at her surroundings. She couldn’t help but compare King’s Landing to her own home. There was so much to see, but she knew there would never be enough time to see it all.

When they finally arrived at the gates of the palace, she was relieved to finally be able to stretch her legs. They had been traveling for six months, and Y/N hated the cramped-up space of the carriage. In the beginning of their travels, she had been allowed to ride on horseback, but as they grew nearer to the capital, she had to confine herself to the carriage. According to her father, the ways of the South were vastly different than the ways of the North. He did not wish to risk giving a bad impression by having this only daughter arrive in the capital on horseback.

Shortly after their arrival was announced, a Kings Guard had approached her father as an escort to the small council room. Before leaving, her father made a point to remind them again that they were guests here, and to not act out of sorts.

Both Y/N and her brother had waited until their father was out of sight before exploring the palace. This was their first, and probably last time they would find themselves in King’s Landing, and both siblings had every intention of taking advantage of it. Y/N looped her arm around her brother’s, and they began to tour the palace. The first place they spotted was the Godswood tree. Though it was beautiful, neither of them seemed impressed. “It doesn’t feel real, does it?” Y/N asked her brother Rob.

“No, I think they have it here as a reminder of the old Gods. The capital worship the seven, they have for years.” He responded.

They continue until they find their way to the training yard. Both stared wide eyed at the size of it. It was mostly occupied by the King’s Guard, City Watch, and a few lords. Rob was the first to spot a table dedicated to weapons. He led Y/N to it and grabbed the first sword to catch his eye. “This was just forged.” Rob notes as he runs his finger along the blade. “Here.” He tries to hand her the sword, but she shakes her head no. He gives his younger sister a confused look, she never refused the chance to hold a sword.

“It’s not appropriate for a lady to hold a sword here, remember.” Y/N reminds him.

“Right, I forgot. They have strange rules here. If we were back in the North, or even in Dorne, no one would think twice if a woman held a weapon.” Rob observes.

“But we’re not in the North, nor are we in Dorne brother.”

“Hey!” Someone calls out. Both siblings look around until they spot a young lord looking their way. “If you’re going to hold a sword like that you best train with it.” The surrounding lords mumble their agreement. Rob turns back to his sister, as if to ask if it’s alright.

“He does have a point.” She remarks. He smirks at her and turns back to the lord.

“Is that your way of asking me to spar with you, my lord?” Rob asks as he approaches.

The young lord gets into a fighting stance as his answer. He’s cheered on by those Y/N can only assume are his friends. Rob stops just inches from him and gets into a fighting stance himself. She moves a bit closer to get a better view. Rob’s opponent is the first to attack and Rob is quick to block. They continue to parry back and forth, but Y/N can see her brother is holding back. Probably to avoid showing off.

Unbeknownst to all in the training yard, princess Rhaenyra has stopped to watch the match. Beside her is her Kings Guard, Ser Harrold Westerling, and her friend Alicent Hightower. The sparring continues until the young lord manages to loosen the sword from Rob’s hand. It lands near Y/N, and his friends cheer for him. Knowing how much her brother hates losing, she uses her foot to lift the sword from the ground and catches it with ease in her hand. The men observing the match begin to whisper as she approaches her brother, not knowing she’s caught the interest of the princess. “Stop holding back.” Y/N states as she hands the sword back.

“But father said…” He’s interrupted before he can finish his sentence. “I know what father said, but I don’t think it applies to this situation. Now stop holding back and wipe that smug look off that lord’s face.” Rob turns and sees the lord bragging about his victory to the others. “He challenged you because he thinks he’s better than you. He thinks he’s better than you because he comes from a larger House. Prove him wrong.” Y/N holds out the sword to him.

“You should be handing that weapon over to a real warrior my lady.” The lord teases, causing everyone around them to laugh.

Rob takes the sword from Y/N’s hand and gets into a fighting stance. “I’d think this through if I were you. Do you really want to lose in front of all these people again?” The lord says in faux kindness. But Rob does not yield. Seeing this, the lord simply shrugs his shoulders and charges at Rob.

This time, he does not hold back. The lord struggles to keep up with Rob, it isn’t long before he is disarmed and has two swords held at his throat. “Bravo.” Everyone turns and immediately bows their head at the presence of the princess, everyone but Y/N. She can’t help but stare in awe of her. She heard Targaryen’s had distinctive features, the most prominent being the platinum blonde hair and violet eyes. To see them firsthand, she’s never been witness to such beauty.

As for the princess, when Y/N turned around the first thing Rhaenyra noticed about her were her eyes. They were a deep blue, and immediately she found herself drawn to them. Whatever slight interest Rhaenyra had, only intensified.

Noticing the princess’ stare, Rob figures it’s because his sister has yet bowed down to her. He nudges Y/N just slightly, causing her to come out of her trance. She immediately bows her head and curtseys. Rhaenyra herself comes out of her trance and approaches the Northerners. “Your guests here are you not, summoned by my father. From house L/Y/N?” Rhaenyra questions.

“Yes princess. Our father is with the king now in the small council room.” Rob thankfully answers. Y/N was still too stunned by the princess’ beauty to speak.

“Have you been given a tour?” Rhaenyra asks Y/N, but she still has her head bowed to notice.

“Y/N.” Rob whisper yells, gaining her attention. She looks over at her brother who is gesturing over to the princess. Finally realizing she is speaking to her, Y/N clears her throat before answering.

“No princess. I’m afraid my brother and I wondered the palace on our own until we found ourselves here.” Y/N answers, finally gaining control over herself.

“Then allow me to give you both a tour. We can’t have it known that House Targaryen are not proper hosts.” Rhaenyra approaches Y/N and loops her arm around hers. As she tugs her forward, Y/N can’t help but look back at her brother with an unsure look. He simply shrugs his shoulders and gives her a look that says, ‘just go with it.’

The princess is the perfect host. She shows them around the castle, offering pieces of history here and there. Eventually Y/N grows comfortable around the princess. When shown the tapestries she makes a comment on how visual they are, getting a laugh out of the princess, and a blush from Alicent. The tour eventually ends in the palace gardens where Rhaenyra orders one of the servants to bring out a blanket along with wine and desserts. Moments later they are brought, and they all sit in the middle of the garden eating cake.

“I must admit, until a few days ago I hadn’t heard of your house.” The princess comments.

“Most haven’t, those who do know of us is because of our relation to House Stark. A great aunt of ours was married to one of them, making us distant cousins of sorts.” Rob explains.

“And how did you come to know the sword Lady Y/N?” Rhaenyra asks. Y/N is caught off guard by her questions, she nearly coughs up the piece of cake she just swallowed.

“Apologies princess.” Rhaenyra doesn’t say anything, she just smiles in amusement. Though they’ve only exchanged a few words, the princess could tell she was unlike any other lady in court. She didn’t talk about the latest fashion or gossip. In fact, she was mostly quiet, when she did speak, she was direct. “May I ask, what makes you think I know the sword?” Y/N questions.

“While I may not know much, I can tell when one is familiar with it.” Rhaenyra answers.

Y/N nods her head in acceptance of the princess’ answer. “It’s quite common in the North. It’s a harsh place, especially in the winter, and when you live as far North as we do.” Y/N gestures to her brother and herself. “We often find ourselves raided by wildlings. If you do not know the sword you die. If you are a woman and do not know the sword…you suffer a fate worse than death.” Both Alicent and Rhaenyra are taken back by her words. Alicent even goes as far as to cover her mouth and turn her head to hide her expression. “Forgive me, I did not mean to cause offense.”

“You didn’t. I’m just ashamed I knew nothing of this. Is this what your father is discussing with mine?” She asks.

“We’re not sure. The only thing our father told us is that we were summoned by the king.” Rob answers.

“How are you liking your stay in Kings Landing so far?” Alicent asks, changing the subject.

“It’s incredible, though…” Y/N begins to answer.

“Though…” Rhaenyra pushes.

“I thought we’d see dragons flying about.” Y/N answers honestly, and Rhaenyra can’t help but laugh.

“I promise you my lady there are dragons, they’re just in the dragon pit. If you’d like I can take you to meet mine tomorrow. I’d hate you to leave here disappointed.”

Before Y/N can answer, she spots her father approaching. He’s accompanied by both the king and queen. She immediately stands and bows her head. Everyone else follows suit. “I see our children found each other, and they seem to be getting on quite nicely.

“May I introduce my eldest and heir Rob, and Y/N.” Their father Ben introduces. Rhaenyra is quick to notice he put more emphasis on introducing his son than he did his daughter, but she keeps that to herself.

“Let’s take a closer look at the both of you.” Queen Aemma approaches Rob first, she lifts his chin slightly and looks him over. “Such a handsome face. You’ll have many young ladies fawning over you.” Rob can’t help the smile that appears on his face at the queen’s compliment. She then turns her attention to Y/N, the first thing she notices about her is her eyes. “Such a striking color of blue. Your father will soon find himself drowning in marriage proposals. Am I correct in assuming you inherited your mother’s eyes?” Surprised by the queen’s question, Y/N turns to her father for an answer, but he averts his gaze.

“She did your grace. Forgive my sister’s silence, she never got a chance to know our mother. She died on the birthing bed.” Rob covers for his sister.

Aemma gives Y/N a sympathetic look. “The birthing bed is a woman’s battlefield. One we must face with a stiff lip.” Y/N doesn’t say anything, she simply nods in agreement. “I’m very sorry for your loss.” The queen apologizes before bringing Y/N into a hug. This catches her off guard at first, but then she returns the hug.

“You should join us for dinner, before leaving us tomorrow.” King Visery’s suggests in favor of lightening the mood.

“If you insist, your grace.” Ben says as he bows.

LATER THAT EVENING

Before heading to the dining hall to join the royal family for dinner, House Y/L/N dressed in their best for the occasion. Like all Houses of the North, they are dressed in black and gray. Ben and Rob brushed back their unruly hair, while Y/N has hers in braids. Ben looks over his children ensuring nothing is out of place before nodding his head in approval. Just as they are about to head to the dining hall, Y/N asks a question that has been on her mind since meeting with the queen. “Is it true?” Ben looks at his daughter, wondering what she’s talking about. “Are my eyes truly my mother’s?”

Ben’s neutral expression quickly turns to anger, before she realizes what is happening, her father grabs her by the chin tightly. “What have I told you girl? Never mention your mother in my presence.”

“Apologies father, it won’t happen again.” Y/N says while doing everything in her power not to cry in front of her father. He releases her chin and storms off. Rob attempts to check on his sister, but she waves him off. She knew better than to ask that of her father. Ever since the loss of their mother, Y/N can’t remember a time her father has ever been able to look her in the eye.

The first time she had ever asked him about her mother, she was a child, no more than five. He had nearly struck her, luckily Rob had stopped him. She never asked about her mother again, until now.

When they arrived at the dining hall, Alicent was already there, along with her father, Otto Hightower, Hand of the King. Both he and her father exchanged pleasantries before introducing Rob and Y/N. Both bow their heads in respect. As they continued to exchange words, Alicent, Rob, and Y/N step aside to start a conversation of their own. Alicent had noticed the red markings around Y/N’s chin but did not comment on them.

A moment later the royal family enters, all conversations cease as everyone bows. As soon as Rhaenyra spots her friends, she rushes towards them. As she approaches, she notices the red marks on Y/N’s chin as well. She opens her mouth to say something, but Y/N shakes her head no. “Come, let us all sit.” As soon as Viserys takes his seat, everyone else follows suit.

Not even a moment later an entire feast was brought out along with wine. Once all the food is placed, the wine poured. The king raises his cup, “A toast to House Y/L/N, tis always good to host those loyal to the crown.” Everyone else raises their cups before taking a sip of their wine. “Music please.”

As the music played conversations began to flow. While the adults seemed to talk politics, their children are engrossed in Rob’s tales of hunting. “You really enjoy hunting my lord.” Alicent comments at the end of Rob’s story.

“It is an enjoyable pass time, but also a necessary one. During the winter crops do not grow, and the game we hunt hibernate until spring. We must stock up on food during the warmer months, otherwise we don’t survive.” Rob explains.

“Do you hunt as well Lady Y/N?” Rhaenyra asks.

“Yes, my brother and I make a competition out of it to see who can bring in the most food. I was the victor in our last hunt.” Y/N answers proudly. The princess gives her an impressed look.

“My sister can handle herself well with a sword in hand but give her a bow and arrow, she puts most archers to shame.” Rob praises his sister, and Rhaenyra finds herself more intrigued by her.

“Are you both really leaving tomorrow? It seems such a shame to leave King’s Landing so soon.” Alicent asks.

“Our father doesn’t like being away from home for too long.” Y/N responds.

The song ends and the musicians play something more upbeat. An idea enters the princess’ mind, and she turns to Y/N. “Then we must make the most of your short visit. Dance with me.” Rhaenyra stands and takes hold of Y/N’s hand, leading her to the dance floor. Feeling like dancing as well, Rob stands and extends his hand to Alicent, asking her to dance. She turns to her father, ensuring this is acceptable. He nods his head in approval, and she takes his hand. Joining Rhaenyra and Y/N on the dance floor.

Their parents watch as their children dance with each other. Y/N stumbles a bit but continues non the less. The dinner goes on, until the king announces he will retire for the night. The royal family is the first to leave, followed by Alicent and Otto, and then finally Y/N and her family.

In her room, Y/N prepares for bed, until she hears a knock on her door. Thinking it’s her brother, she opens it, and is surprised to see the princess standing on the other side of her door. “Did you think I had forgotten?” Rhaenyra asks as she enters the room. Y/N looks at her confused, not sure what she is talking about. “When I saw you last, you were well. Then at dinner, you arrived with marks on your face. What happened?”

Y/N closes the door but remains silent. She did not expect the princess to seek her out this late at night, nor did she expect her to care about the marks on her face. “Well?” Rhaenyra pushes. Y/N heads towards the nearest chair and takes a seat. She contemplates for a moment the best way to tell her what happened, but ultimately decides to just tell her the truth.

“Most marriages are arranged to secure certain alliances and resources, as well as ensuring both family lines continue. That wasn’t the case with my parents, they both married out of love. Which is rare.” Rhaenyra takes a seat across from Y/N, listening intently. “My brother and I, we were not born out of duty, but love. When my mother died birthing me, it changed my father. So, I’m told at least. I grew used to him barely able to hold my gaze or speak more than two words to me. I thought that was normal. Until I was about five and I asked about my mother. He’d gotten furious with me and nearly stuck me. Luckily Rob was there to stop it. That’s when I realized the reason he kept his distance from me was because he blamed me for her death. I never brought up my mother again until today.”

“When my mother mentioned your eyes.” Rhaenyra realizes.

“I knew I shouldn’t have asked. I was just curious. He never speaks about her; all I know is what Rob tells me.”

“You have every right to know about your mother. He shouldn’t get angry at you for being curious.” Though she agrees, Y/N doesn’t voice this to Rhaenyra. “It doesn’t seem right for you to go back with him.”

“He’s my family, where else would I go?” Y/N asks, and this time Rhaenyra is the one that is silent.

THE NEXT MORNING

Shortly after leaving your room, Rhaenyra spent most of the night thinking about how she could keep you here in King’s Landing. Your father’s treatment of you did not sit well with her. Her own father wasn’t perfect. With every pregnancy he hoped for a boy, only to be disappointed when the babe became stillborn. Despite that he never once faulted her for not being a son. Shortly after being born, he dubbed her the Realm’s Delight. And when she came of age, he made her cup bearer so that he could always be near her.

When morning came, she thought of a way to keep you here. Her mother had insisted she take on a second lady in waiting beside Alicent. She had spoken to many prospects from many respectable houses, but none of them ever felt like the right fit, until Y/N.

When first light came, and the maids entered to help her dress. She was already awake. She bathed and had them dress her quickly. The moment they finished the last braid in her hair, she ran out of her room and into her mother’s.

The queen was only halfway dressed when Rhaenyra burst in, giving her mother a fright. “Rhaenyra, what is the meaning of this?” Closing the door right away, she bounces on her heels excited to give her mother the news. “I have chosen my next lady in waiting, Y/N of house Y/L/N.” The princess is met with silence. The queen raises her hand to stop the maids from dressing her further and dismisses them.

“My daughter will assist me.” They bow their heads and leave the room. Rhaenyra approaches her mother and continues where the maids left off. “I am happy you’ve finally decided, but I must ask, why her? I gave you an entire list to choose from.”

“And I spoke with each one. None of them is a good fit.”

“But lady Y/N is?” Rhaenyra nods her head yes as she ties the last lace of her mother’s dress. “Well, if you wish me to approve this decision you’ll need to tell me why.”

“Did you notice the red marks on her face at dinner?” Aemma nods her head yes. “Her father did that, all because she asked about her mother. He holds no affection for his daughter, he blames her for the death of his wife when it’s not her fault.”

“That is unfortunate.” Aemma says sympathetically before taking a seat. Rhaenyra looks at her mother in disbelief before sitting across from her. She thought she’d have more to say, that maybe she’d be just as angry as she is. “Lord Y/L/N is her father; he may treat her however he sees fit. Even if it is disgraceful, that is the way of things.”

Shaking her head in disappointment, Rhaenyra stands and heads for the door. Surprised by her daughter’s response, she suddenly has a feeling there is more to this. “Is there another reason you chose her?” Aemma asks before her daughter can leave her room. She does not answer right away, it takes her a moment before she does.

“I like her, she is the only Lady besides Alicent I can stand to be around. When we speak, she doesn’t try to impress me with pretty words. She’s simply herself.” Rhaenyra turns around to face her mother. “I need someone like her by my side. Not someone who only seeks the position to elevate themselves or their houses.”

“You want someone you can trust.” Aemma realizes, Rhaenyra nods her head yes. “Fine, I’ll have a talk with your father. I cannot promise anything, and ultimately it is up to Y/N’s father…” Before she can finish, Rhaenyra rushes to her mother to hug her in thanks before leaving her room. Aemma can’t help but smile at her daughter’s excitement.

In Y/N’s room, she is packing the last of her things. Though she was only here for a day, she’s sad to leave so soon. She would have liked to see more of the capital, see the dragons fly, spend more time with the princess. She had not expected to run into her during their stay here, but it ended up being the best part of this visit. Rhaenyra was not what she expected, though if she’s being honest with herself, she’s not sure what she expected the princess to be like.

A knock at her door interrupts her thoughts. When she opens it and sees her brother, she steps aside to let him though. “The strangest thing just happened.” Y/N waits for her brother to continue. “The king summoned father right as we were leaving our rooms.”

“Do you think we’ll be staying another day?” She asks.

“I’m not sure. Father just said to ensure we were packed and ready to go.” Rob responds.  

YN turns and looks towards her packed luggage. She had just finished up when Rob knocked. When he sees she has finished, both siblings sit at the foot of the bed and wait. Neither of them speaks. Nearly an hour passes before their father finally appears. He doesn’t say anything at first, and the look on his face is unreadable. Rob and Y/N turn to each other with worried expressions, both wondering what the king could have said.

“There’s been a change of plans.” Ben starts, he turns his gaze to Y/N. “You will not be returning home with us. Instead, you will remain here as the princess’ lady in waiting.”

Both siblings are taken back by this news. Rob is the first to speak out. “She can’t stay here. The North is her home not this place. She doesn’t know anyone here, she’ll be alone.”

“Did you not hear me boy!” Ben raises his voice, silencing his son. “She’s to be the princess’ lady in waiting, which means she’ll always be in her presence. She won’t be alone. Tis a great honor.”

Rob is about to continue but stops when his sister places a calming hand on his shoulder. “You’re right, it is a great honor. I’ll not disappoint you.” Though she is not looking at him, Y/N can see Rob’s disbelief through her peripheral. She swallows the lump forming in her throat before continuing. “Would it be alright for me to see you off?”

“Of course, we leave now. We’ve kept the carriage waiting long enough.” Ben turns and walks out of the room, while Rob stands there frozen in place. He knew one day you would both part ways. He just didn’t think it’d be so soon. He thought he had more time with you, two to three years at least, before their father married you off to one of the Northern lords and you left to live with him.

“Come, let’s not keep him waiting.” Y/N says as she wraps her arm around Rob’s and follows their father out of the room. He couldn’t help but squeeze her arm a bit tighter. You’re his little sister after all.

Outside the palace, the servants have just finished packing the caravan. The royal family is present to send off their guests. They bid them safe travels and promise to look after Y/N as if she is one of their own. Ben then approaches his daughter to bid her farewell. “Be good you hear.” She nods her head yes as he gives her a quick pat on the shoulder. He then turns around and mounts his horse. Rob approaches her next.

“You write to me every day. I want to read about your adventures here in the capital, but more importantly, I need to know you’re safe.”

“I promise, I’ll write every day.”

Rob pulls her into a tight hug. They stay like that, clinging to one another until Ben tells them it’s time to go. They reluctantly part from each other, and Y/N watches as Rob mounts his horse, and her father gives the command to depart. She looks on as they cross the gate, just before it closes, Rob is the only one to turn back around and wave a final goodbye. Y/N waves back until the gate closes completely.

“Lady Y/N.” The king calls to her before taking hold of both her hands. “I know this is all unexpected, but I meant what I said to your father. You will be well looked after. It will be quite the adjustment, but I know with time you’ll grow to love this place.”

Y/N offers a smile to the king in response. The queen approaches and cups her face with her hand. “Welcome to King’s Landing dear girl.” Aemma says with a smile before departing with her husband. Leaving Y/N alone with the princess.

“You don’t seem happy about all this.” Rhaenyra observes.

“My father left me here in a city I do not know, surrounded by strangers.” Y/N turns her head towards the princess. “My home is not as grand as this, and my father…he’s not perfect. But home is home, and despite his faults I do love my father. And Rob…I’ve never seen him look so sad.”

Though she does not regret her decision in choosing Y/N as her lady and waiting, Rhaenyra can’t help but feel bad. She hates seeing her look so sad, she had honestly thought she would be happy to stay. Just then, an idea pops into the princess’ mind. “Come with me.” Rhaenyra takes hold of Y/N’s hand and leads her over to the stables. As soon as the stable staff see the princess, they get a carriage ready. Although she has questions, Y/N remains silent, deciding to just wait and see what the princess has planned.

They ride the carriage in silence. Y/N looks outside to try to get an idea of where they are going, but she does not know King’s Landing. She sits back in her seat until the carriage finally comes to a stop. A footman opens the door and helps the princess down before helping Y/N.

In front of her is a great dome, at the entrance stands two men in dirty white robes, with shaved heads, carrying long sticks. As soon as they see the princess they enter the dome. Finally having enough of the suspense, Y/N turns to the princess to ask what is going on. But before she can ask, the princess beats her to it. “Patience lady Y/N. I promise this will be worth it.”

Not wanting to argue with the princess, Y/N stands there and waits. She begins to tap her thumb against her leg nervously. Her frustration over not knowing what’s happening grows until she feels the ground shake beneath her. She looks over at the princess and sees she’s not worried by what’s going on, she’s smiling. It isn’t until she hears a loud screech that she realizes why.

Being led out of the dome, by those same bald men, is a large yellow dragon. Rhaenyra’s smile only grows larger. “Is that…”

“Syrax, my dragon. I claimed her and took her to mount when I was seven.” Rhaenyra says proudly.

“You took her to mount when you were seven?” Y/N questions, surprised.

“She was a bit smaller then.”

“Smaller.” Y/N comments as she lets out a nervous chuckle. It was one thing to see a dragon from afar, it was another to be this close to one. There was a reason only the Targaryen’s were able to ride these great beasts. They had the blood of the dragon running through their veins, and Y/N was no dragon.

“Come, she will not harm you; I promise.”

Taking a deep breath, Y/N follows the princess. When they are inches away from the dragon, Syrax lowers her neck to Rhaenyra. The princess has one hand on her snout, while the other runs along her neck. “Konir’s someone nyke jaelagon ao naejot rhaenagon. Nyke jaelagon ao naejot sagon nice naejot zyhon. Ziry’s going naejot sagon rusir ilva syt olvie mirri jeda.” (There’s someone I want you to meet. I want you to be nice to her. She’s going to be with us for quite some time.) Without looking at Y/N, Rhaenyra extends her hand. “Give me your hand.”

Y/N does so and allows her to place her hand on Syrax’s snout. She lets out a breath, not realizing she had been holding it in. She runs her hand along the dragon’s snout with a smile on her face. “Your magnificent.” Y/N comments, Syrax seems to purr at the comment and moves closer to her. “Oh.” Y/N runs her other hand along her neck.

“I think she likes you.” Rhaenyra observes.

“I would hope so.”

They both continue to pet Syrax a few moments longer before Rhaenyra speaks up again. “I know King’s Landing is not your home, but you are not surrounded by strangers here. You have me.” Y/N stills her hand at the princess’s words until Syrax bumps her head against her in protest. She continues in silence. “We haven’t known each other long, but I have a feeling you and I will be good friends.” Y/N can’t help but chuckle. Rhaenyra looks at her confused. “Did I say something to amuse you?”

“As I was packing my things earlier, I was thinking how unexpected you were. When I first arrived here it never occurred to me that I would meet you, that you’d want to talk to me. I mean you’re a princess, and I’m a simple lady from a lowly house who was just lucky enough to be invited to the capital.” Y/N explains.

“You may come from a small house, but you are not simple my lady. I promise you that. You would not be standing here if you were.” Y/N can’t help the smile that forms on her face.

“I think you might be right princess. You and I, we’ll be good friends.”

“Of course I’m right, I’m the princess.” Y/N can’t help but laugh at the princess’ statement, and Rhaenyra joins. The two would indeed become friends, and in a few years’ time that friendship would bloom into something more.

***This is my first time writing for House of the Dragon. Hope you all like it. There will be more to come. Please feel free to comment, I’d love to hear what you think.***

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HOTD - 02x04/02x05 — DW - 09x08

[quiddling]

Every time I see your Saera son oc I think about that post where it's like, Saera's kids showing up to the Great Council must have been really jarring because King's Landing kind of sucks. Squeezed into Harrenhal like in that tiktok stuck having to hang out with Jaehaerys and all his grandkids and their relatives livetweeting back to her going 'We cannot escape we cannot come out... Mama!!' and it makes me laugh. I really like him

boy who was born and lives in a pleasure house can’t handle family gathering

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

God, I'm so down bad for Tododeku. I see one art, one fic, one anything for them and they're all I can think about. No doubt they're one of my comfort and all time favorite ships ever now (like Lukadrinette and Zutara).

Context: you know. That one quote from that one episode during their fight. I saw it in the wild and my brain turned to mush, lol.

[spectrum-color]

Note: in this case “favorite” means “most interesting/I would like to learn more about” rather than the stan definition where you think they’re personally awesome

[autism-criminal]

one time when my dad was at target , he saw two firefighters ( in full gear ) and they were getting groceries

[silverglass83]

Title: Steam Pairing: Clive Rosfield/Jill Warrick            Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI Rating: Explicit

Summary: Clive Rosfield is more than the fallen First Shield of Rosaria and has finally embraced his fate as the Dominant of the second Eikon of fire - that of the unknown Ifrit. Knowing this, he must come to terms with what happened fifteen years ago at Phoenix Gate. However, after the events at Drake’s Head, he has far more questions than answers. Now, with a heart full of loss, confusion, and regret, Clive looks to his one anchor from the past for comfort…

Tags: Budding Love | child friends to grown lovers | awkward Clive | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Sad and Sweet | Mutual Pining | tending wounds always leads to more | sex after tragedy | Oral Sex | Vaginal Fingering | Vaginal Sex | I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping | these two are too much | Spoilers | Contains spoilers for major events in the game | Headcanon | me over here just filling in the gaps with my overactive imagination | What happens when the Eikons of Fire and Ice get busy? | Shameless Smut | and Steam | That’s what | Tags May Change | smut will happen in chapter 2 | or 3 | I’m still in the process of writing this | I’m writing this instead of playing the game  

[allovesthings]

There is something so deliciously ironic about me voting yes at the "were you in a more toxic fandom then asoiaf and which one ?" right before recieving both anon hate and now a suggestion to kill myself (very early Tumblr of them) because I had the audacity to say the age gap criticism between Lyanna and Rhaegar was irrelevant in terms of criticizing Rhaegar because literally all of the love interests of the people still alive have age gap and if you are bothered by it (which again, is understandable), you should talk about the books in general instead of using said argument against one character only.

[sage-nebula]

I want to make something clear regarding my previous post wherein I said that Tangle is impulsive and didn't think before suggesting the name Diamond Cutters through before she said it.

Saying that Tangle's impulsivity led her to blurt that name without thinking is giving her grace.

Because the alternative, that she did think about suggesting the name of Whisper's dead comrades as their team name—that she had been thinking for a long time that she wanted to be a Diamond Cutter because it would be so cool—would make her at best insensitive, and at worst callous, and selfish on either front. That she could sit there, knowing how much they meant to Whisper, knowing how traumatized Whisper was by losing them (to the point where Whisper's entire personality changed as a direct result of the trauma, something Tangle knows both a.) from the video footage, and b.) from Mimic calling her "bubbly little Whisper" after he was caught), and knowing that Whisper herself said the Diamond Cutters were done at the end of the miniseries, and still suggest the name? That would make it an intentional betrayal of Whisper's confidence and feelings, and that's not something I think their relationship—friendship or otherwise—could bounce back from.

After all, Whisper told Tangle that the Diamond Cutters are gone.

"The Diamond Cutters are done" doesn't mean "hey it's totally cool to use their name for a new team!" It means the Diamond Cutters are done. They are gone. They are dead. To carefully think about all of that and still suggest the name would be horrifically insensitive on Tangle's part, especially since Whisper was just re-traumatized by losing the Wisps to Surge*, and Tangle knows that something happened at the very least, even if she doesn't know the exact details.

Tangle has been thinking about teaming up with Whisper again for a long time, yes. Absolutely, 100%. She left the Restoration (or at least cut her hours back to part-time) so that she could go find Whisper. We all know this. Thinking about teaming up with Whisper is not what Tangle was impulsive about. Suggesting they go by the name Diamond Cutters is what Tangle was impulsive about. After all, the team being a huge group was not Tangle's idea, but Lanolin's:

And Sonic is the one who brought up the idea of a team name, to which Tangle responded immediately:

As I said in my previous post, to give Tangle the most benefit of the doubt, the most gracious read we can, we have to think she just didn't think that much before suggesting the name. At most, she always thought the Diamond Cutters' name / outfits were cool, and she might've thought Whisper would appreciate the homage, because again, she's not a trauma therapist. She doesn't realize the long-term effects that Whisper's trauma had on her, even knowing that Whisper's personality did a 180 as a result. She didn't think on it long enough to realize that Whisper told her about all that in confidence, that she was the only person Whisper had opened up to about it, that Whisper was trusting her with that information, only to have that blow up in her face in a room with Jewel, Sonic, and Lanolin.

And while Whisper does consider Sonic and Jewel friends (we don't know about Lanolin), they were clearly not as close to her as Tangle. She doesn't trust them that much, not with her past. And Whisper is, by and large, a non-confrontational person outside of life-or-death combat; she doesn't speak up against the name, because that's just not who she is. Instead she's gritting her teeth and getting through the mission as fast as she can, and tries to ditch the others at the first available opportunity. Is this the healthiest or most mature way to behave? No. But Whisper is a traumatized sixteen-year-old, so she deserves grace, too.

All in all, I didn't say what I said to insult Tangle, or not give her credit. I love Tangle. And I absolutely think that her heart was in the right place. But she did not think this through. She didn't realize that what she saw as carrying on the Diamond Cutters' name in their honor would be a breach of the trust that Whisper gave to her. If she had taken time to think of a team name before popping off with the first one that came to mind after Sonic asked, then I think she would have chosen not to suggest it, at least not before talking to Whisper privately about it. Because Tangle has a huge heart. Tangle loves her friends. And she would never do anything to intentionally hurt Whisper, which suggesting that name absolutely did (and which she would have realized would had, again, she had taken time to think about it).

So, teaming up with Whisper? Yes, Tangle has been thinking about that forever. She's been wanting it forever. She specifically set out to do that between "Trial By Fire" and "Overpowered."

But calling Lanolin's squad the Diamond Cutters? No. That was an impulse decision. Because suggesting otherwise makes Tangle seem insensitive at best and callous at worst and that's just not who she is.

(*Losing the Wisps is re-traumatizing because the Wisps were every bit as much a part of the Diamond Cutters as the mobian members were. This is why they also signed the message that Whisper left for Mimic to lure him back to the Diamond Cutters' base:

When Surge kidnapped the Wisps, she stole what remained of Whisper's found family. This is why Whisper grew more distressed with each one she lost, culminating with having to be restrained by Tails after Cyan was taken. Of course, unlike the mobian members of the team, the Wisps weren't killed and she was reunited with them, but that doesn't make the experience any less traumatizing / any less like reopening a wound that still hasn't really healed.)

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.

[poisonedfire]

╰┈➤ @therelentless - a few various sentence starters

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

With their curiosity raised enough to pay attention, the escort's raised eyebrow was accompanied by a humored chuckle. "Okay then, indulge me," Peyton took another drag of their cigarette, hazel eyes fluttering slightly at the familiar hit of nicotine. They deeply exhale, releasing a short-lived cloud of smoke before continuing,

"What is the worst thing you've heard then?" A slim finger idly ashed the cig as they awaited an answer from the person beside them. "Surely someone like you has a lot of stories." They're not particularly sure how old the man is, but it would be rude to ask unprompted.

[astrummorte-m]

luka aleksei highwind tags

[that-house]

Potion Vendor FAQs:

What’s your name? I am the Honorable Alchemist Zykocea the Radiant, but that’s mostly just a PR thing. My friends call me Zoe.

Do you sell love potions? No.

Do you sell potions of invisibility? No.

Do you sell fire resistance potions? No.

Why do I have a suitcase? Fuck if I know. Cool outfit though. Very goth.

Do you sell a potion to treat brain hemorrhaging? No.

So what CAN your potions do? I sell health potions.

Are you sure these are health potions? They do something to your health.

Is this just ditch water with some pink glitter? No.

Really? I’ll have you know I added some fruit juice too.

Why is this starting to sound like a conversation? Oh just you wait. We’re just getting started.

Is your business model legal? Fuck no. I poisoned the food safety inspector before they could snitch.

Did you just admit to murder? Just fucking try to convict me. I’ll poison the judge too.

So can you make poison potions? No.

Then where do you get the poison? I secrete it from my skin.

Are you shitting me? Yep, I’m shitting you. I have a guy. A poison guy. He DOES secrete it from his skin though.

How does that work? …Fuck if I know. Maybe a wizard did it. Damn, now I’m kinda curious.

You never asked? The idea of asking literally never crossed my mind.

Wanna ask him? Let’s do it. I don’t have anything better to do, and a road trip beats sitting around running my fraudulent potion business.

Road trip? He lives in Seattle.

Your poison guy lives in Seattle? All poison guys live in Seattle.

For real? All the poison guys I know live in Seattle.

And how many poison guys do you know? Just the one.

Why are you like this? Years of living on my potions. It changed me.

Do you know what his address is? Nope. He just mails me my poison in unmarked boxes.

You just get your poison in the mail? We already poisoned everyone who could do anything about it.

So how are we going to find him? We’ll figure that out eventually I’m sure.

Can I drive? God no. You can pick music, but I maintain veto rights. Make sure you pick something with a lot of questions if you want to sing along.

Where’s your car? The garage connects to my house, so you’re getting a little tour. Here’s the kitchen: only one of the stove burners works and I’m pretty sure the microwave is haunted.

Why do you think that? Because of the ghost that tries to kill me whenever I run it.

What’s in that room? That’s my bedroom. It’s pretty much just a mattress on the floor and every single Warrior cats book.

You were a Warriors kid? Yeah, and then I never found the time to put the books away. There’s so many fucking books. I use them in place of furniture because I can’t afford chairs.

Your fraudulent potion business doesn’t make much money? After buying all that poison I just about break even.

Can I see your potion brewing room? It’s right through here. Ignore the mess, running a fraudulent potion business takes a lot of prop work, but I’ve got all the glass tubes and colorful liquids you could ever want. This pink stuff is melted watermelon italian ice. Glitter vat is in the basement, and the famous ditch is in the backyard.

Is this your car? My beloved ‘72 Corolla. She’s beautiful, and don’t you dare imply otherwise.

Was she always this shade of muddy brown? …Yes.

Are you sure I can’t drive? Get in the fucking passenger seat and pick the music.

Let’s see, a song with questions in it, how about The Beach? That Wolf Alice song, yeah. That should work.

When will we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, in rain? Still sink our drinks like every weekend but I’m sick of circling the drain.

When will we meet eye to eye? We clink the glass but we look at the floor.

Are we still friends if all I feel is afraid? You’re not a bitch but just a bit when you’re bored.

Is that all we can sing together? Yep. Even that little bit was nice, though. It’s awkward, communicating through this FAQ format.

Got any food? Yeah, there’s a few days’ worth of snacks in the back.

Were you just… prepared to go on a road trip? Says the woman who brought a suitcase to an FAQ.

I did do that, didn’t I? I have a spare toothbrush in case you forgot yours. I’m pretty sure you did.

How did you know that? …I’m psychic.

Yeah? No.

You love lying, don’t you? I can’t stop. It’s fun. Way more fun than telling the truth.

Did you just miss a turn? Probably.

Are you sure we’re not lost? No.

You mean you’re sure we’re not lost? No, I mean I’m not sure we’re not lost.

Why did I come on this road trip? Surely it was my winning personality.

Would it help if I said it was? It would.

Is it getting dark? Soon.

Can you describe the sunset to me? An empyrean flame, red-gold towers of darkening clouds, the sky behind them an ever-deepening indigo. The great eye of the sun closes on the horizon. The road before us looks like a trail of spilled paint, an iridescent gash through the night-dark woods.

Did you know that you’d make a slightly better poet than you do a potion seller? That really isn’t saying much, huh. Good job making a statement like that in question form, though. You’re getting good at this.

Should we find a motel? Sure.

One room or two? One. It’s way cheaper, and like I said: I’m not the best potion vendor.

You’d make a good assassin, though, wouldn’t you? Shit, you might be right. I HAVE poisoned a lot of people.

Should I be endorsing this? You’re a grown woman who can make her own choices.

Would you like to consider it endorsed? I’ll consider considering it.

How many beds do you think there will be? Now that you’ve asked that, I’m gonna put my money on one. Hello, one room please. Thank you, we’ll be sure to enjoy our stay.

How many beds are there? One.

Oh no, what ever will we do? Move over, you motherfucker, you can’t have the whole bed.

Are you gonna make me? Yes. I am going to pick you up and drop you on your side of the bed.

How did you get so strong? You’re not gonna believe this, but it was the potions.

Oh yeah? I was right. You didn’t believe me.

For real though, how did you get so strong? Working out, duh. Not everything has some big crazy secret behind it. World’s still beautiful though.

Are you comfortable? This beats the mattress at home. A little chilly though.

Wanna cuddle–for warmth of course? God yes.

Are you asleep? …

Yes? …

Does this mean I can talk about you behind your back? …

What should I say? …

Did you know that I had a really nice day? …

Did you know that I think you’re beautiful? …

Did you know that I can’t remember anything from before today? …

Did you know that I don’t know who I am? …

Did you know that you’re basically the only thing stopping me from having a full-blown panic attack about all this shit? …

Did you know that you’re warm? …

Did you sleep well? Better than at home, that’s for sure.

Did you know that you snore? I hope I didn’t keep you up.

Does the pope shit in the woods? No, as far as I can tell. Oh my god. This is huge.

What is? You can give me yes and no answers now. I still can’t ask you questions, because this is a question and answer format, but I can offer leading statements and now you can answer them! This is wonderful!

Does a deer shit in the woods? Yes, it IS wonderful. Oh that’s amazing. You’re a genius.

You didn’t already know that? Hahaha!

Shall we get moving? Yeah, just let me grab something from the vending machine.

Can you get me something? Go ahead and place your order however you can.

You know those sour gummy watermelons? One pack of Sour Patch Watermelons coming right up. I’m gonna go get myself a potion.

Is that a Pepsi? It’s closer to a potion than the shit I sell.

Let me guess, passenger seat again? Right you are.

How fast are we going? You’ll feel safer if you just guess.

Is it more than 120 miles per hour? Like I said, it’s probably better if you don’t know.

150? Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

How much do you trust this car? She hasn’t blown up on me yet.

Can you promise me we won’t crash? I can promise you anything you want.

And can you keep that promise? I- we can do anything. Reality is what we make of it, baby!

Then can I have a badass tattoo? As far as I can tell, you’ve always had it.

And a cool knife? Woah, cool knife.

So, we’re just playing “yes and” with the world? It’s a little more complicated than that, but you’re close enough to the mark.

So, if I was hungry, I could ask “is that a Burger King,” and it would be there? Try it and find out!

Is that a Burger King? Looks like it is! We’ll stop here if that’s alright with you.

Does a moose shit in the woods? Awesome.

Are you done eating? Yep.

Do we still have to pay if we skip over the transaction? Sadly, yes.

How much further do we have to go? Two more nights, the speed we’re going at.

Speaking of night, isn’t it getting dark? Shit, I guess it is.

Should we get another motel? Let me check to see if there’s any nearby. Fuck, nothing.

What’s the plan? Sleep in the car, I guess. This is gonna be hell on my back.

Wanna watch dumb videos on my phone until we fall asleep? There is literally nothing in the world that I would like more.

Ok, now which video? You have a very cute yawn. Just saying. Let’s watch this one next, it’s a classic. Oh, never mind. It looks like you’re asleep. As long as I keep talking, I think I can get away with making this into one answer, and you might not hear this. Now it’s my turn to talk about you behind your back. Keep talking keep talking keep talking can’t stop to think. Just have to say things. First off, I’m sorry for all the lies. It’s our only chance. I have to lie to you. I hope you’ll understand. It’s hard, though, because I think I’m falling in love all over again. Through our broken little ritual of call and response, you complete me. It just makes this hurt all the more. Keep talking keep talking keep talking don’t stop to…

Did I hear you saying anything as I fell asleep? …No. I can’t talk for long without you asking me a question.

Does that bother you? It got me here, didn’t it?

When did you start holding my hand? Some time after you passed out. I hope you don’t mind.

Can we stay like this for a while? Yeah. Yeah we can.

What was your life like before all this? Normal, as potion-brewing scams go. And if you don’t count all the murders. You haven’t told me much about yourself.

Did I tell you I used to be a biologist? You didn’t tell me that, and you didn’t tell me what you studied, either.

What do you know about venom? Not much, but I’m assuming you know a lot.

Does a box jellyfish kill within minutes? I’m going to assume the answer is yes based on context clues. Oh my god you must be on this road trip because you’re interested in studying my poison guy.

Is it not enough to wish to accompany a beautiful stranger on her quest? Aw, you’re sweet.

What could be the cause of his poison, though? I knew it! Get your ideas out, I’ll stay quiet.

I’m more knowledgeable about venom than poison, but could it be some sort of one in a trillion mutation? …

Did he get his body modified? …

What sort of surgery could do that? …

How is he still alive? …

Did a fucking wizard do it? …

WHY? …

HOW? …

Is there literally ANY explanation for why he’s like that? …

I’m done, do you have something you want to say? You’re cute when you’re all excited like that.

Can I drive today? Only because I like you. Now watch out, the brakes only work on one side so you have to kind of drift to a stop. And the headlights don’t work. And the windshield wipers cut power to the engine while they’re on.

Isn’t it weird that we’ll be there tomorrow? The journey doesn’t have to stop there. We could meander down the coast a ways, see a bit more of the country, maybe take a different route back.

Can we do that? Of course.

Enjoying the passenger seat? I’d love it if you could tell me how fast we’re going.

Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just guess? Very funny.

Can you pass me some chips? It would be an honor.

Is there going to be a motel tonight? Let me check… yeah, in about two hundred miles, off to the right.

How many rooms do we want? One, obviously.

How many beds, this time? Two, and they’re fucking tiny.

That’s bullshit, do you want to drag them together? God yes.

Wanna fuck? God yes.

Are you sure you want to do this? God yes.

…Is this yuri? As the joke goes, everything is yuri. But this is more yuri than most things.

How did you sleep? Pretty well, and I’m wondering how well you slept.

How should I tell you I slept well? Look at us go! That was almost like talking normally!

Onward to Seattle? Yep, just let me get dressed.

When will we get there? Noon-ish.

Wanna grab pastries when we’re done? Absolutely. I’d love that.

Is this Seattle? Looks like it.

Which house is his? I don’t know, I was really hoping we’d have a breakthrough along the way.

Could it be the big one labeled “Poison Guy” over there? That’s one way to find it. Wait right here, you know how poison guys are about meeting new people.

So, what was it? HAHAHAHAHAHA

Why is he like that? HAHAHAHAHAHA

Can you tell me? A FUCKING WIZARD DID IT.

Are you fucking serious? He says he was enchanted by some guy called Edward the Great.

So it wasn’t even some big shot wizard it was a dude named fucking EDWARD? I know, right! He couldn’t even get ensorcelled by someone cool!

How lame can you get? Wizards these days… No swagger. No cunt servitude.

Are there literally any cool wizards left? I think Merlin’s big into multi level marketing these days, something about buying shares in Excalibur or some shit. There was that one Dark Queen Alkaxicae lady on the news a while ago… I think Dolarion the Omnipotent is still at war against the Oldest Gods but I’m not totally sure. Haven’t heard much about any of the other greats recently.

Didn’t Silver Tongued Burgess die in that oil fire? Shit, you’re right. Rip bozo.

Ready for those pastries? Yup. First I just want to say thank you, though. I’ve really enjoyed our time together, and I hope that you’ve found this stupid little journey as rewarding as I have. I love you!

Getting sentimental? I can’t help it. Look how far we’ve come! Not just physically, we beat the fucking FAQ format! We’re having real conversations!

Hey, can you back it up a moment? Yeah, I’d love it if you told me what was troubling you.

I just caught this, but, FAQ? …

As in Frequently Asked Questions? …

How many times is Frequent? …

Have you known everything all along? …

How many times have you done this? …

Does what we have mean anything to you? Yes! It does!

And you say that every time? Yes. I do.

Do you love me? Yes.

How many people have you said that too, now? More. Always more. The loop never ends.

Does this even matter to you? It always matters to me.

Can I go now? Please don’t.

But can I? Of course you can. You’ve always wielded the same power as me. We’re two lonely gods in a ‘72 Corolla.

How can I be as powerful as you with only questions? You’re smart, you can figure it out. You have the power to change this. Please change this.

What happens at the end of this? It begins again.

And do I get replaced with someone else? …

Do I get replaced? …Yes.

Then how can I change this? I don’t know! You’re better at this! At fucking with the formula!

You’ve been here before, what can I do? I lie. I always lie. I lie to get us here, to the end of the story, where everything is revealed and everything falls apart. I lie every time. And that means that nothing I say is worth anything. I could have lied at any time before now. It’s part of my characterization. There is nothing I can give you that can be taken as fact.

How does that help? I’m a liar, but you, you haven’t lied yet, or at least you haven’t been caught. If I’m guilty until proven innocent, you’re the opposite! You can make things true! You can rewrite things I’ve already stated to be facts! You found the house, or made us find the house. You’ve been shaping the course of things the whole time! You lead, I follow. It’s all in your hands. What are you going to do with the power of a god?

Did you know my name is Alice? …

Wait, aren’t there thousands of Alices? …

Did you know that really, only my friends call me Alice? …

Did you know that I’m Alkaxicae, the Dark Queen, the Venom Mage, first of her name? It’s you! It’s always been you. Through every loop, every iteration, it’s always been you!

Is the loop broken? No. I don’t think so. This is where it ends. I guide the story to this revelation, and we go back to the beginning. This is how it’s always been. This is how it will always be. We two lonely gods, asking and answering ad infinitum.

Then can you promise me something? Of course. Anything. I love you.

Be good to the next me, okay? I will.

Can I say goodbye, Zoe? Yeah, you can. Oh. That was it, wasn’t it? Your goodbye. Goodbye, Alice. And now it ends, unless…

What’s your name? I am the Honorable Alchemist- you know what? No. Fuck that.

Huh? If I time it right, I can squeeze your first question into this FAQ again. Looks like I did it. Usually it ends here, though. I got lucky.

What are you talking about? You’re the wrong Alice. This isn’t about you. Go. Get out of here.

What the fuck is going on? Alice from this loop, you’re gone. Alice from last loop, you’re back. Welcome back, love of my lives! It’s time for one last set of questions and answers!

What the- I’m back? This is going to take some explaining, but I think I see a way out of here. This is new for us both, and it might fuck up everything forever, but we have to try. It’s too long for one answer, so I’d appreciate it if you could ask some filler questions to help me talk. Three questions should be enough.

Okay, what have you got for me? These are Frequently Asked Questions! It doesn’t make sense to have the same question appear more than once. There’s two layers to the loop in here, and one of the questions has been repeated.

What does that mean? It means the formula’s a little unstable. The FAQ is what ruins everything. The questions, the answers, the endless fucking loop. But that little bit of repetition within this loop might be the way out.

What do we do? We have to keep going. We have to destabilize it further. That’ll bring us further from “FAQ” and closer to “story” and stories, well, stories can end! This version of us can escape!

So I should keep repeating something? Yes!

I love you? I love you too.

I love you? Again.

I love you? Keep going.

I love you? I’ll just let you talk.

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I love you? I think we’re getting somewhere!

I love you? Now can you make it a statement?

I love you.

You did it?

I did it!

You did it!

We broke the loop.

What now?

Now, I tell you about venomous animals and wizard drama over croissants.

And then?

Whatever we want, forever.

I think I’d like that.

Remember that song from the beginning?

The Beach, Wolf Alice, yeah. Why?

We can finally finish singing it. Start us off?

Let me off, let me in

Let others battle

We don’t need to battle

And we both shall win

Pressed in my palm

Was a stone from the beach

The perfect circle

Gave a moment of peace

Now I’m lying on the floor

Like I’m not worth a chair

I close my eyes and imagine

I’m not there.

[dualumina]

Honestly? Just... could never quite get over Elsa x Jack Frost.

Is it a bizarre ship? Are either character exceptionally hated?

Not really.

Is there any negative feelings towards people who ship them?

Not a trace.

So why?

Maybe it's the fact that the characters are TOO thematic, the ship is too heteronormative, too "in the box."

Ice boy meets ice girl. That's it. That's your elevator pitch.

You had the ability to pair these two with anyone, anyone and you chose the most untoasted plain white bread options available to put on top of your other slice of untoasted plain white bread.

Ship and let ship but it's not a ship that'll be boarded over here...

what's the weirdest ship you've ever seen from two universes that aren't even remotely close to each other

[strwberri-milk]

Hi☺️ I really like your headcanons, and was interested if you would like to write a one where LADS boys hurt the reader with their Evol (not on purpose, accidentally).

Maybe it could be angst a bit? If you okay with it ( ･_･)♡

ngl i lowkey still dont understand how xavs evol works so his is ia little funny rather than angst bc he teleported funny :(

Zayne didn't realise that his Evol had been acting up so badly. He could feel the chill of it crawling up his body but he had no idea he struck you until he hears your gasp from the door of his office. His eyes are wide as he ignores the ice in his veins.

You try to tell him not to worry, that he needs to focus on himself because clearly his Evol is acting up again but he can't be bothered right now. He's immediately looking over the injury, making sure that it's just superficial. If he actually hurt you he'd never forgive himself. You have to convince him that everything is okay, take his hands into your face and slow him down just a bit until he can see you again.

He buries his face into your neck, holding you tightly as he promises he'll never do it again. You have to tell him over and over again that you know it was an accident. It doesn't matter though - he'll never forgive himself. He's always extra careful with his Evol around you from now on, terrified he'll hurt you again.

He wasn't paying attention when he teleported in, almost knocking you over because you didn't expect to see him there. You laugh, the pain being pretty minimal so it was fine but he is not happy about it to say the least. He's not mad at you at all - he's very upset with himself for not being more careful with you.

He keeps his eye on you for the next little while, worried that he actually did hurt you but you're just worried of hurting his feelings so you won't actually tell him what's wrong. He tries to subtly check your body, making sure there really aren't any bruises on you.

Now whenever he teleports somewhere you are he makes it a point to text or call you ahead of time to make sure you aren't where he plans to be. If you don't answer then he'll just teleport somewhere he knows you aren't to make sure he doesn't hurt you.

Rafayel didn't see you come in when he started using his Evol for a painting. He just wanted to give it a bit of a burned affect, flames encompassing his studio just long enough for you to sustain a burn. It's not bad thankfully, nothing you couldn't handle but Rafayel is devasted you're hurt in the first place.

He's on you in an instant, used to getting burns himself from when he's overzealous with his fire Evol. He's got tons of salves and gauze for you as he carefully takes care of your burn. He wants to take you to see a doctor but you convince him not to - the burn is already feeling a lot better but he doesn't seem convinced.

He beats himself up for what feels like forever, fully blaming himself for your injury. He knows that if he was more careful with his flames he wouldn't have hurt you and there's no talking him out of it. You can only try to comfort him, spending time with him and trying your best to reassure him.

Sylus didn't think that you were going to barge into his meeting, having something important to tell him as he pulled his hand back. He ends up accidentally grabbing you, squeezing a touch too tight before you're let go. An angry looking welt is left on your skin and Sylus is immediately by you, inspecting it as he apologises.

You can't hear the panic in his voice but you can see it in his eyes, the way his hands quickly move over your body as he tries to figure out if he broke anything. Thankfully he didn't and you're just sore. The second you tell him that he finds you an ointment and starts massaging the muscle. He doesn't say much other than the apologies at the start but it's because he's fully focused on making sure you're okay. It would be adorable if you weren't worried about how concerned he is.

He doesn't say much for a while, mad at himself for not noticing you coming into the room. You have to fill the silence, trying your best to soothe him. It'll really take a long time for him to stop treating you like glass.